Chapter Three Hundred and Thirteenth In the Palace of the Mourning King (Chapter 3)
"Miss Zhou!"
Chang Shuo's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but take a step forward, but he only took two steps and his whole face froze.
I could only see the light flickering on and off in the darkness on one side.
It was a bit of fiery red, extremely small in the darkness.
As I got closer, I saw that it was a lit cigarette butt, and a person walked out of the darkness. The man was wearing a tall black windbreaker, very tight clothes, and a pair of leather shoes. His eyes were very pale, and he was puffing away smoke.
As soon as the man left, Chang Shuo gradually began to tremble all over, and sweat continued to appear on his forehead.
In the end, he almost collapsed on the ground and stammered, "The fifth question..."
Wu Wentian walked out, sighed softly, walked in front of Chang Shuo, turned his head and whispered softly, "Be good, little niece, cover your ears."
Mo Xuan blinked her big eyes and looked innocently at this strange man. She turned her head obediently and covered her ears with her hands. Wu Wentian smiled and reached out to rub Mo Xuan's head, "
good."
Wu Wentian glanced at Zhou Tongying. Zhou Tongying understood, turned around and closed the door. When Zhou Tongying closed the door, Chang Shuo almost dropped the flowers and ran away.
"Come back." Wu Wentian's face darkened.
As soon as he turned around, his whole temperament changed. He became evil and awe-inspiring. Chang Shuo's legs became weak. He turned around and said, "Pah, pah." Wu Wentian slapped him across the face twice, so hard.
Everyone's face was swollen.
Chang Shuo's mouth was bloodshot and he took a step back. Wu Wentian raised his fingers and said, "Come here."
"I.."
"Papa", two more slaps, Wu Wentian put one hand in his pocket and grabbed a handful of Chang Shuo's hair, with a look on his face, "You trash, die!"
"Bang", he hit the railing on one side hard. Chang Shuo's face was covered with blood from this collision.
Next to him, Pang Yuan was frightened by the fierce strength of Fifth Wentian. Fifth Wentian had a stern face, pulled up, and then hit him hard three times in a row. After throwing it down, Chang Shuo had already lost consciousness.
, the person fell to the ground, Wu Wentian’s hands were spattered with blood.
"Huh." Fifth Wentian blew out a smoke ring leisurely, as if he was seeing the two trembling Chang family members on the side, "Well, by the way, do you have any opinions just now?"
These two people looked at me and I looked at you. They forced out a smile that was uglier than crying. They both shook their heads vigorously, "No!"
"Very good." Wu Wentian snapped his fingers, feeling extremely satisfied. After saying that, Wu Wentian said, "Take this trash back and tell your master that I did it. If he is unhappy, come and find him."
Me, I’ll be with you anytime!”
"But if I hear about it next time, if you idiots like you dare to step foot into this community again, I will come to your door and chop off your heads one by one. Get out!"
These people were trembling with fear and hurriedly dragged Chang Shuo from the ground, who looked like a dead dog in the blink of an eye. These people were screaming in pain.
After provoking such an evil spirit like you, who else would dare to come to ask for an explanation?
"Come back." These people turned around, and Fifth Wentian said leisurely, standing aside with his hands behind his back, blowing out smoke rings, "Remember, Mo Fan's home is not for rubbish like you to come."
"Let me hear the word "dog" again and I will cut out your tongue."
On the fifth day, the whole body was filled with cold air.
The Chang family members trembled all over, no one dared to say a word, and they quickly left. After all these people were gone, Zhou Tongying opened the door again. Fifth Wentian changed his fierce look just now and took a deep look at Zhou Tongying, "
Sister-in-law, these people will never come again."
Fifth Wentian's attitude towards women was indifferent and just for fun, but this one was different. Mo Fan was sincere.
Therefore, he changed his previous attitude and became serious.
Glancing at Mo Xuan, Mo Xuan was blinking her big eyes, looking at the cigarette hanging on his sparse beard, as if remembering what Chen Fan had said to him before, Wu Wentian's face froze.
, flicked the cigarette butt away with a flick of his finger.
"You are Mo Fan's friend," Zhou Tongying said sadly, "Come in and sit down."
"No." Fifth Wentian categorically refused to enter Chen Fan's home. He left a bank card and left. He knew that Chen Fan was inconvenient to leave the money, so he did it for him and left the card.
Millions.
After leaving the gate of the community, Pang Yuan was still following the man. Wu Wentian lit up a cigarette again and muttered, "Damn it, Mo Fan just died like this??"
There was still a hint of disbelief on his face. Deep down, he didn't really believe it. Maybe the situation Chen Fan encountered was too sinister, but it was a reincarnated person after all.
It is too difficult to kill a reincarnated person.
Furthermore, Fifth Wentian said coldly, "Well, if Chen Fan is so incompetent, he will die. Just think that I have misjudged the person."
"There is no need to talk about future cooperation."
Wu Wentian said calmly that he and Chen Fan just met by chance and there was no friendship at all. After hearing the news of Chen Fan's death this time, he just came to confirm it.
With a cigarette in his mouth, Wu Wentian's figure once again disappeared into the darkness.
At this time, in the world of heaven and man, Chen Fan knew nothing about these things and was still on his way back. On the way, Chen Fan stopped and walked. Because he was still injured, Chen Fan had to spend part of his life.
Time is used to heal the wounds on the body.
The injuries are being healed bit by bit, and he's almost healed.
Between the shade of a tree, golden sunlight shone in from outside the shade of the tree. When it fell in the shade of the tree, Chen Fan was sitting on a grinding stone, and a faint golden light emitted from his body.
Chen Fan slowly opened his eyes, opened his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of dirty blood.
A trace of color returned to his face again. He raised his head and looked forward, "Well, there is only one day left to go back to the Seven Pavilions of Kunlun."
"I don't know if my coming back this time will delay things too much."
Chen Fan shook his head. After speaking, Chen Fan took out a bottle of elixir wine from his arms and took a careful sip. He closed his eyes and felt the warm feeling in his Dantian suddenly spread, and then Chen Fan stood up.
Launching the Soul Expelling Step, Chen Fan rushed towards the Seven Pavilions of Kunlun again.
Chen Fan's cultivation has made steady progress again along the way, gradually returning to his previous strength. However, this time his true energy is much purer than the last time...
In the Seven Pavilions of Kunlun.
Outside Prince Qing's Mansion, the white cloth has not yet been removed. The once glorious Prince Qing's Mansion has dimmed in the blink of an eye, and a layer of light gray has even accumulated inside the mansion.
In the mourning hall, the coffin has been removed, but the spiritual tablet is still there. At this moment, there is a beautiful girl standing in front of the spiritual tablet. Gu Linger is holding three sticks of incense in her hand. She bows respectfully and then inserts it.
Gu Ling'er looked at this spiritual tablet and let out a long, low sigh.
Behind her, there was a sound of footsteps. When she came here, Liu Qing raised her head and looked at the spiritual tablet. Liu Qing frowned and said, "I knew you were here. Hey, Junior Sister, Mr. Mo has passed away, so you don't have to worry too much."
It’s sad.”
"I see that you run here whenever you have something to do these days."
Liu Qing opened her mouth to say some words, but was unable to say them.
Gu Ling'er cried secretly for a while, but couldn't say anything. Liu Qing couldn't help but shook her head, reached out and patted her shoulder, "As time passes, everything will be fine."
"For this problem in the sect, as soon as Mr. Mo leaves, Zhao He and the others will lose their only clue. Until now, the sect does not know where this group of people have disappeared."
"Hey, Zhao He and the others still don't know whether they are alive or dead. This is not good news."
"The conference between the six heavenly sects will be held in a while. Our sect has lost so many people at once. I am afraid that we will not be able to hold our head high at the conference of the six sects this time."
"Maybe these six sect conferences are not important enough, but after this they are the ticket to the Battle of Tianmen."
When Liu Qing said this, his expression was extremely solemn. Any aspiring genius would want the ticket to the Battle of Tianmen!
"Yes." Gu Ling'er nodded, with worry between his brows.
When these people were about to turn around, they heard a burst of footsteps coming from the door. Gu Ling'er looked up in surprise, only to hear that the person coming was even stranger, "Huh? What are you doing here? This is..."