After completing level 1, Tiandao wants to hire me as CEO?

There are many flowers planted in the main yard, in the front yard, in the backyard, and in the back hill.

When the wind blows, they are shaken off from the trees, and when they blow again, they fly everywhere in circles.

The bedroom door was open, and petals naturally floated in at this moment, falling leisurely on the window sill and the ground.

Lou Xingzhou walked slowly and heavily, observing every place in the room bit by bit as if he were self-punishing himself. The fresh petals were stuck to the soles of his shoes, as if his heart had been trampled into mud.

The moon-white mixed-gold bed curtain that resembles a starry river under the moon was replaced by a red tent with double happiness stickers. The plain cream-yellow carpet in the center of the room was transformed into a richly colored woven rug of dragons and phoenixes. The elegant jade curtain in front of the moon cave door became Gorgeous bead curtains of rubies of various colors strung with sea beads...

Everything has become too much, almost beyond recognition.

He forced himself to look at it, compare it, and firmly remember the Master's love for others!

But he didn't touch anything, and he didn't touch any of the furnishings in the room.

Because there's no point in smashing things here.

Because all choices are in Master's hands.

A faint halo of light flashed across the wall behind the wardrobe. Lou Xingzhou strode forward and unexpectedly sensed the formation on the wardrobe.

When did it exist?

Why did he never find out?

He reached out and touched the cabinet door, light waves spread out, and he was pulled in by a strong suction force.

What you see is a very warmly decorated secret room. The Tangli flowers in the vase have not yet withered. The elegant bed is clean and tidy, and all daily necessities are available. There are many signs of wear and tear.

It's like someone has lived here for a long time.

In the middle of the wall, there is a landscape and figure painting with horizontal strokes of pen and ink.

There are piles of peach blossoms like clouds in the foreground. A man wearing an elegant blue and white cross-collar shirt dances a sword under the tree. The long sword in his hand turns over and rolls up a piece of fallen flowers.

At this moment, I happened to look back, and the smile on the corner of my mouth was bright and gentle.

Lou Xingzhou was dazzled, as if he had returned to the flower field of the past. His master specially asked him to change into a new set of clothes and watched him dance with the sword for four days and nights.

His eyes moved to the side and he wrote a poem in the blank space.

"The wind is gentle and the clouds are not cloudy, and the sky is full of stars dotted with bright gold."

Lou Xingzhou read it out with difficulty and smiled bitterly, "Weiyun... it is indeed him!"

The longer he looked at it, the more unfamiliar yet familiar the man's face became.

Lou Xingzhou stared at the portrait, figures flashing before his eyes.

Even though he didn't want to believe it, he had to admit that the man's smile was as wild as Ye Zhifan's, his eyebrows were as majestic as Qin Ye's, his face was as beautiful as Shen Junlin's, and his light golden eyes were like Xiao Yunyi's. Looking forward to life.

The charm and temperament are most similar to him.

No wonder, no wonder...

"No wonder they are all accepted as your disciples by you. No wonder they all love you so much that they can't help themselves. No wonder you say I am most like him..."

Lou Xingzhou murmured to himself, and crystal tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, running straight across his handsome face and melting into the green shirt in front of him. His seemingly calm expression was full of a sense of fragmentation.

He smiled as if the woman was right in front of him.

"So from the beginning to the end, I am just one of many substitutes, right, Master? Even without me, you will have many people. I am simply insignificant..."

People can't help but think about it. Lou Xingzhou couldn't help but think of the time when his master insisted on calling him "Jun'er" when he was tossing and turning between the sheets.

The secret room she set up for Zhao Weiyun was only separated by a wall. Did she find it funny from the bottom of her heart every time she saw him getting emotional?

Did you enter the secret room afterwards and express your heart to Zhao Weiyun's portrait?

Maybe it's true what she said about Zhao Weiyun being wiped out in ashes, but collecting so many substitutes, and even advertising the world to marry Shen Junlin, it's hard not to let people imagine——

They are all the "materials" for resurrecting "Zhao Weiyun"!

"Master, you are so cruel!"

The bell rang again, and the chirping sound of the Luan bird reached his ears. Lou Xingzhou rolled up the scroll on the wall and left the secret room.

The fire was brilliant and soared into the sky.

Spiritual birds flew from a distance surrounded by a gorgeous wedding car.

The aftermath of the fight was still coming. Lou Xingzhou narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the rapidly approaching Luan Bird frame. He made a hand gesture to communicate with the natural power of heaven and earth. A heavy rain poured out to extinguish the fires everywhere.

Seeing that the Luanniao wedding car was about to alight, he raised his hand to summon Shen Junlin, who was on the ground unaware of his life or death, and helped him get into the wedding car.

Although I have never seen the legendary Qingluan Sword, it does not hinder reasonable speculation. Therefore, if I want to get into the wedding car and go to the scene, the living Shen Junlin is an indispensable tool.

After helping Shen Junlin sit up, he said softly:

"Let's go."

The Luan bird flaps its wings and flies into the sky, its surging spiritual power directly evaporating the approaching rainwater.

Lou Xingzhou stood in the car elegantly and dignifiedly as if nothing happened, his long pink hair dancing in the wind, creating a scene of romance.

When the heavy rain suddenly hit, Feng Qi and Ye Zhifan noticed something strange, but after all, their speed could not compare with the Qingluan Sword, which could travel freely on Yaoyue Peak.

"Will you let go?"

"I won't let go! I won't let go even if I die. Well, Yi'er just wants to be with Master..."

Before the wedding car arrived, Xie Qingyun once again crushed Xiao Yunyi's bones indifferently. Looking up, he saw his arms hanging limply by his sides, and blood dripping along his fingertips into the red carpet.

Xiao Yunyi's face turned pale in pain, and his voice was filled with tears. However, as if he had not seen the woman's ruthlessness, he closed his eyes and pressed his chin tightly on the woman's shoulder.

"Master, marry me, will you marry me? Yi'er is willing to listen to you in anything..."

There was already a commotion in the crowd because the Bone Demon Kuishan saw his Lord being brutally treated and launched an attack. Among them were many people with evil intentions who wanted to destabilize the four realms.

Xie Qingyun lowered his eyes, a frightening coldness flashed through his eyes, and whispered a word in his ear:

"Then I will let you die, okay?"

Xiao Yunyi stiffened, then rubbed her neck with his cheek, trying hard to smell the charming cold fragrance, and softly responded with eyes full of obsession:

"Okay, Yi'er will agree to whatever the master asks Yi'er to do. When the marriage ceremony between Master and Yi'er is over, Yi'er will die..."

The guests were in an uproar again, "Come on, come on, the wedding car is here!"

Before Xiao Yunyi turned around in surprise, he slapped him away from him with a palm. The master who had no patience with him in his eyes changed to a worried expression and stepped into the wedding car.

In the car is Lou Xingzhou, and...

His pupils dilated instantly, and he watched in disbelief as his master reached out and picked up a man wearing a red wedding dress!

Feng Qi failed?

Something that is more than enough to succeed but more than enough to fail!

The magic power quickly flowed through his body, forcing it to overcome the remaining spiritual power in the broken bones to repair the injury. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain of the bone's rapid healing.

Although there are great risks in doing so, he doesn't care about it anymore!

After all, it was the Master who was injured. After he solved the problem, even if the Master destroyed his legs, he would be willing to do so!