Pieces of crystal force spread and spread into the distance.
Within the range of crystal power fluctuations, Zhang Wufeng's mood had no ups and downs. Zhang Wufeng had already understood the situation in the basement due to the diffusion of crystal power.
Although he did not feel the dull or moldy smell of the air there, the corpses of some strong men who died there were rotten, and the white bones could be seen from time to time.
Such an environment is actually more like hell.
Faced with this situation, Zhang Wufeng took a closer look at the surrounding environment and found nothing unusual. At this time, he no longer had any worries and was ready to take action immediately.
Although there is a huge group of nearly a hundred people under the cliff prison ten miles away, they are all imprisoned in cells. What Zhang Wufeng has to do at this moment is to find some even normal ones, preferably people from the Xingyi Sect.
, slowly heal first, and then after all the people in the group of about a hundred people have been healed, everything will be under his control.
Not to mention other sects, they don't matter. Even if there are strong men from the Baji Sect among them, Zhang Wufeng still thinks that he should be saved first.
After being rescued, these people could at least understand the importance of treatment from the feeling that they would die after exhausting themselves, and thus they would be devoted to him.
Even if you don't give up, at least there will be no grudges or grudges.
A truly strong person rarely repays kindness with evil. The more he reaches a high level, the more he pays attention to morality such as cause and effect.
This is what Zhang Wufeng thought, so he decided to do it.
And he didn't even tell anyone about this idea, not even Xingyi Ba Lao and Suru.
There are some things that Zhang Wufeng doesn't want too many people to get involved in.
But at this moment, Zhang Wufeng was slightly startled. The silent mobile phone he carried with him actually rang.
Although his cell phone is set to silent, Zhang Wufeng's own senses are very sensitive, so he can easily know when a call comes from his cell phone.
In fact, there should be no one who can call his cell phone during this time period.
However, since he could call his cell phone at this time, Zhang Wufeng also knew that this person should be someone very close to him.
After temporarily stopping to leave the room, Zhang Wufeng picked up his phone and looked at it. At this moment, Suru actually called.
Zhang Wufeng had some inexplicable and weird feeling, as if something was wrong. A disharmonious feeling appeared in his heart, which made him even unable to believe it for a while!
Suru never calls him at this time. Is there any difficulty in calling him at this time?
Zhang Wufeng answered the phone immediately.
"Hey, Wu Feng? Are you sleeping now?" Suru's voice didn't have any false feeling at all. It was sincere, gentle, sweet, and no different from her usual voice.
"You're not asleep, what's wrong Suru?" Zhang Wufeng asked with concern. After all, under normal circumstances, Suru would never call him at this time, but because of this time, he felt,
Things may not be simple.
"Oh, I just had a nightmare, a very bad nightmare. Suddenly I missed you so much that I felt a little heartbroken." Suru's voice was low and melancholy, as if the Suru whom I hadn't seen for a long time had reappeared at this moment.
Bright sadness, unspeakable loneliness.
This state of mind suddenly came through the phone.
His mind was shaken, and Zhang Wufeng immediately said gently: "Suru, where are you now? I'll come out to find you."
Compared with Suru, other things naturally had to be put aside. Especially when Suru suddenly spoke like this at this moment, Zhang Wufeng was even more worried.
Because Huang Yiyi had such bad intentions, Zhang Wufeng had to be on guard against her sudden attack on Suru.
"I'll come find you. I'm coming soon. Just wait for me." On the phone, Suru's voice sounded like it had been a long time ago, with a hint of sadness.
Zhang Wufeng is a little confused. Isn't Suru a person who already knows how to "let go, evolve, and sublime"? How can such a sad mood still appear?
There are naturally reasons why ordinary people feel sad. If they are entangled in a dream and remain sad, this is obviously not in line with Suru's performance.
Zhang Wufeng did not doubt Suru herself, he just had some doubts about whether Suru was entangled by some dark shadow again.
Zhang Wufeng calculated his time and his treatment ability. Putting aside some people who were in good health, the average treatment time for one person was reduced to about six minutes. For one hundred people, it would take a full six hundred minutes. Of course, among these one hundred people
Some of them do not need treatment themselves, and some people have almost reached the end of their lives. However, including some dissuading factors, this still takes about ten hours.
Ten hours, if the current four hours are occupied by Suru, then he can only let Cai Zhiqiang show up the next day, and then replace him as "Zhang Wufeng", he quietly sneaks into the prison to carry out the rescue
plan.
The next day was not Taoist Yimei's birthday, so it was a very relaxing day. As long as Cai Zhiqiang dressed up as him and practiced for a day, he could almost cover it up.
When necessary, of course, he can also walk around. With his deliberate use of skills, it is still feasible to act out for a short period of time.
After Zhang Wufeng thought about the way out, he opened the door to the room and walked out of the hall.
Not far from the door, Suru stood in the dark night. In the cold night, her slender and elegant clothes looked a little thin.
The dew was very heavy in the middle of the night. When Suru came over, there were even dewdrops on her hair and eyebrows.
"No wind."
After Suru saw Zhang Wufeng, Suru sped up a bit and walked towards Zhang Wufeng.
Looking at Suru from a distance, Zhang Wufeng seemed to have the illusion that she was not Suru, but this feeling was dispelled by Suru's next words.
"Wu Feng, it's so nice to see you. I thought I was leaving and thought I would never see you again."
She ran over and threw herself into Zhang Wufeng's arms, leaving Zhang Wufeng slightly stunned.
After the treatment on her face, there were naturally no traces left. However, this area at this moment was still a little white and tender like baby skin, and the slightly thicker skin next to it was a bit obvious, but this was only at a very close distance.
Find out, if you are farther away, you won't notice it.
And such small flaws will disappear invisible in a few days.
Zhang Wufeng felt a little calmer and couldn't help but laugh at himself. He seemed to have suddenly become a lot more sensitive. Even Suru was suspicious.
"You, you really like to think wildly. Do you think there is anything in this world that can stop us from being together?" Zhang Wufeng smiled confidently, and while holding Suru in his arms, he also turned and walked towards the room.
.
"Wu Feng, I suddenly feel very scared. Although I am already strong, this feeling of insecurity can only be felt when I am around you. Do you think I am useless?" Suru whispered.
When she said this, she did not dare to raise her head.
Zhang Wufeng glanced at her with some doubts, but there was no obvious doubt in his eyes.
"Don't be stupid. Maybe you have been affected by something. Don't worry! With me here, everything will be fine. When you leave Wudang, the grudges with the Baji Sect will be resolved. By then we will
Let’s feed the horses, chop wood, and travel around the world together.”
"Um."
"From tomorrow on, be a happy person, feed horses, chop firewood, and travel around the world. Facing the sea, spring is warm and flowers are blooming." Zhang Wufeng said with some longing.
"Is this Haizi's poem?" Suru was slightly startled and asked subconsciously.
Zhang Wufeng acted as if he hadn't heard anything, nodded and said: "Haizi is a very remarkable person. He was admitted to Tsinghua University or Peking University at the age of fifteen. I don't remember clearly. But what I remember very clearly is that he was unwilling to accept
After living a materialistic life, he finally chose to commit suicide by lying on the train."
When he said this, Zhang Wufeng looked at Suru intentionally or unintentionally.
Suru nodded and sighed softly: "Poets are always like this. They have too many emotions, but they have too much talent and fail to appreciate it. In the end, there is always no good result."
Zhang Wufeng smiled slightly. At this moment, he was really deep in thought.
Once upon a time, Suru's favorite poet was Haizi. How come now, Suru herself is not sure that the poem facing the sea is from Haizi? Is Suru really mentally weak, or is there something wrong with Suru?
Zhang Wufeng is the last person to question the people around him, but his feeling is really good. And because of love, he loves. Because of love, when he feels whether a person is that person, he feels very strong.
Sometimes, when the other person is standing in front of you, you feel that the other person is far away. This is the distance between the hearts.
There is no way to express the distance between hearts with words, because when love reaches its peak, any concealment becomes empty talk and a joke.
Zhang Wufeng smiled faintly, pushed open the door to the room, let Suru walk in, and then closed the door.
Turning on the light, he looked at Suru.
Suru is Suru, there is no change, even the remaining traces of the power of the Great Return Pill in her Dantian have not completely melted away.
This point allowed Zhang Wufeng to temporarily dispel his doubts.
"Suru, please sit on the bed." Zhang Wufeng said with a smile.
"Well, you sit next to me and I will lean on you to talk for a while. I want to tell you all about my past life. Can you accept the inferior and ugly me that I was?" Suru asked with her eyes wide open.
At this moment, she had a lot of expectations, and her eyes were full of anticipation and expectations. Although she knew that this would be a positive answer, she still looked forward to it.
This sentence melted away all Zhang Wufeng's doubts.
