Douluo's opening send-off system

"Uncle Jian..."

"Wind!"

Looking at the Qiluo Tulip in front of her that she suspected was a roadside wildflower, Ning Fengzhi squinted her eyes slightly and called out Sword Douluo.

Chen Xin also called Ning Fengzhi's name in a deep voice, with a puzzled and angry look on his face.

"Uncle Jian, I know what's appropriate, go ahead! Take this Qiluo Tulip to Rongrong." After saying this, Ning Fengzhi closed his eyes.

Although he was very unhappy, he had to admit that Han Wuyi was really unworthy of letting the holy son of the Wuhun Palace sacrifice his life for the life of the young master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect!

This is the fact, no matter how reluctant you are to believe it, you must admit it.

Seeing that Ning Fengzhi looked determined, Chen Xin took Qiluo Tulip, which was held up by the blue and silver vines, and disappeared in a flash.

After a while, the space behind Ning Fengzhi rippled, and Gu Douluo walked out of it. Ning Fengzhi opened his eyes, smiled at Han Wuyi and said, "Holy Son, please follow me to the side hall. Can you have a cup of hot tea?"

"It is better to obey orders than to be respectful!"

Han Wuyi replied calmly.

"Please~"

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The next morning, in the back mountain of Qibao Glazed Sect, in front of a small waterfall, there was an extra thatched hut.

The waterfall flows down from the top of the mountain and hits the bottom, creating a huge pool. The pool is about a semicircle with a radius of 100 meters. The water in the pool is crystal clear. There are no fish swimming, and there are no green water plants for decoration. You can see it at a glance. To the sand and gravel at the bottom of the pool.

The water is really clear and there are no fish!

I don’t know if Qibao Glazed Sect will provide food, but if it doesn’t, food must be provided!

Otherwise, she was afraid that Han Wuyi would starve to death. Even the thatched hut was built by her, but it was a pity that she didn't live in it~~

It seems that Chen Xin doesn’t want to teach the Holy Son! Otherwise, why would there be no arrangement for a place to live? It feels like I want to tell Han Wuyi that I don't want to teach you, let alone welcome you!

I want him to retreat when faced with difficulties. After all, no one is as stupid as him to actually go to the enemy.

It's a pity that Chen Xin muttered about Han Wuyi's shame. He leaned against the tree branch and looked at Han Wuyi who was carrying a load of water up the steps on the mountain road. Ghost Leopard gloated and laughed.

And somewhere under the shade of a tree, Chen Xin watched Han Wuyi calmly carry water, his steps were neither hasty nor slow, and he could not help but nod his head, carefully polishing the jade.

Han Wuyi, who was carrying water and walking on the steps step by step, had never been so speechless in his life.

I recall that back then, he was also the godfather of the underworld in H City, with countless fine wines and luxury cars. As for beautiful women... organizational discipline did not allow it.

Later, the organization issued an order, and his sharp sword, which had been hidden in its sheath, was finally unsheathed.

After stabbing those gangsters in the back, he retired successfully and returned to the police station. He successfully made a breakthrough, but he just didn't understand what the regretful looks in his boss's and colleagues' looks were.

He went from having an incredible fortune to being penniless. The huge gap kept him awake all night, and he had to go downstairs to get breakfast the next day...

Han Wuyi came back from the memories and sighed leisurely. He just felt that he was back to the days when he first broke into the interior, delivering cigarettes and wine to people, but he changed it to fetching water and chopping firewood.

It is indeed a good training to sharpen one's temper and restrain one's temper, but he is just pretending. How should he sharpen his temper?

His current embarrassing status is destined to show off his talents. Even though he knows that the more he does this, the easier it will be to be squeezed out, he can only go on.

"Hey! Are you really the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace? Are you really a man?"

Crisp words came from the upper left, and at a fork in the road, Ning Rongrong, wearing an emerald green dress, stood there, looking at Han Wuyi with a look of disgust, as if she was looking at a fool.