Rebellion

Wang Xilou traveled all over the country for many years.

The rivers and lakes are not a stagnant water, and the fighting there is always a bloody storm.

What is Jianghu?

The world of martial arts is the world of practitioners.

The relationship between everyone is either kindness or hatred.

Hatred related to life.

The door of Wang Xilou's room opened suddenly with a clang.

The moonlight shines on the young man in the yard, and his green ghost mask is especially ferocious in the darkness, reflecting the white moonlight.

Four or five people were already lying on the ground, and there was another person who was dragged into the air by his collar.

The thin woman didn't even have time to put on her shoes. She ran out as soon as she felt the movement, fearing for the man's life, but she saw this scene.

Why should she worry about a stranger she has only known for half a month?

Why would she think that a person who intends to approach her would be someone with a simple identity?

He is also a practitioner!

Moreover, he is a very strong practitioner.

"who are you?"

Her eyes and voice were colder than the moonlight.

Feng Wuli casually threw the person he was holding and scratched his head: "A passerby you casually rescued."

"Take off your mask!"

"...can't do it."

"Then I'll take it off for you."

The wind blew during the night and the dust was flying in the yard.

The cold-faced woman in front of the door shattered into splashes of ink under the moonlight, dispersed in the air and then gathered together, and a large shadow swept across half of the yard.

In mid-air, a woman's arm made of shadows stretched out from the shadows. The palms on the arms were open and the fingers were slender, and they were grabbing at the face of the masked man in the courtyard.

But at this moment, the man turned into a shadow like splashing ink, and his standing figure spread out in the air.

The shadow composed of Wang Xilou passed through him, and he appeared in front of the door of the room where Wang Xilou came out.

"I don't want to fight you."

"Why do you have my spirit attached to you?"

"..."

"who are you?"

"..."

"What is your purpose in approaching me?"

Wang Xilou laughed angrily. She suddenly felt so sad, with a sense of grievance in her sadness. She didn't even know what she was sad about.

Deception and betrayal are the two things she hates the most.

"I approach you because you have helped me, and I want to help you too."

"Do you want to continue telling such lies?"

"It's not those buns, it's something else. It's a huge kindness."

"Why are you still lying!"

She gritted her teeth: "I don't remember what you said happened at all."

That's because that's what will happen five hundred years later.

Cold air floated in the air, and the cold air condensed into solid ice.

Feng Wuli was a little nervous.

Today's Wang Xilou is indeed still far from the peak, but this is the first time Feng Wuli has encountered such an angry Wang Xilou.

He didn't want to make Wang Xilou sad.

But he also had reasons to hide it. He had a hunch that if it affected changes he couldn't bear, five hundred years would crush him in an instant.

"Say it and I might die in an instant."

Wang Xilou said to Feng Wuli: "Then just go and die."

Silks of cold air also appeared around him, floating around him like gauze mist, competing with the cold air around Wang Xilou.

Ice against ice.

It’s my own soul again!

No wonder you can't feel the breath of a practitioner on the other person's body, because the smell on the other person's body is actually the same as yours!

Who is he?

A strong wind suddenly blew by the Xiangjiang River, and the woods outside the city were filled with dark winds.

There are practitioners in the city who feel the overwhelming spiritual energy, which is as deep as a prison, filled with boundless malice and evil thoughts.

On one side is the Zhongzheng majestic blue sea, like water and sky reflecting each other. When he noticed that spiritual power, he himself sank into the depths of the sea.

But those two terrifying spiritual powers actually feel exactly the same!

It was the first time that Feng Wuli saw Wang Xilou activating his spiritual power, and it turned out to be so terrifying.

Thinking about it, she was a zombie. She was full of resentment before she died, and she practiced cultivation for more than three hundred years after her death.

How could she be a gentle woman lying on the computer desk playing games silly?

She should be like this now, powerful, beautiful, full of resentment, with all living beings falling under her skirt.

Feng Wuli made a mistake, and a huge ice chain rolled in.

Each section of the lock ring is the size of a carriage.

The pupils under his mask saw the infinitely enlarged ice lock, and his own shadow-swallowing spirit was also locked by Wang Xilou.

Although the amount of spiritual power overwhelmed Wang Xilou, he was still hung up and beaten by the opponent.

There is no shame in being beaten by Master, just be more careful in the next life.

He looked at the man whose resentment was about to swallow up his sanity and felt a little worried.

No wonder she always looked peaceful after finding her, probably because she had been suppressing the evil thoughts of being a zombie.

"You should smile more from now on and always keep a straight face."

The person under the mask said this.

The huge ice chain suddenly shattered and turned into ice crystals all over the sky, drifting into the city along with the hurricane.

He scratched his head again, "No fight?"

The sun rises in the east, and the brilliant golden sun dispels the darkness like a rising tide.

Wang Xilou looked at him with a cold face, turned around and left with bare feet.

"Is there anything to eat at home? Wang Xilou, I'm hungry."

Wang Xilou is the best at pushing the envelope.

The ears of the little zombie are very soft.

"Can you make soup cakes now?"

He caught up and asked.

The emaciated little zombie ran out of the shadows of the woods in the sunlight and chased after her. The ice crystals in the sky reflected the golden light.

"Can you make soup cakes?"

Is this how he repays his kindness?

Wang Xilou was indeed angry, very angry this time. No matter how Feng Wuli talked to her, he would not talk to her.

Feng Wuli started to tease and tease the little zombie. It was easy to coax the little zombie. It was like petting a cat. You had to follow her fur.

It just seems that the favorability level that I have gained in the past half month has indeed been frozen all of a sudden.

He sighed helplessly.

Another early morning, the door to the yard was pushed open, and a woman with a cold face walked out of the room.

She frowned because she didn't know what the man was doing, but when she saw the scene in the yard, she was suddenly distracted by the scene in front of her.

The empty yard was filled with flowers and plants for some reason. The spring equinox was only more than half a month later. The flowers and plants were covered with dew. She looked at the colorful yard for a long time. She walked over blankly, squatted down, and touched the leaves with her fingers.

of dew.

The man outside the yard came back and asked where he got the roses. "You wake up, do they look good? I ran all over the city and picked all the beautiful ones when I saw them."

Wang Xilou stood up and said with a cold face: "What are you going to do?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to open a flower shop?" Feng Wuli went over to find an open space and planned to plant the roses in his hand.

The rose bloomed in April, and now it is in full bloom. The wind has pinched all the flowers, leaving only the branches and leaves.

In the future, he will also take care of the flowers in this yard.

Wang Xilou looked at this masked man, dressed in water and dirt, still busy at work, and his heart suddenly softened again.

"I'm too lazy to care about you."

After saying that, she turned around and went to the kitchen to see what she was going to make early today.
Chapter completed!