You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

Feng Zixuan's method of protecting people is very stupid.

At least, that's how it looked on Saturday.

While pretending to turn against Zhuo Liu in front of Yan Xueyue, he hinted to Zhuo Liu to run away quickly.

Zhuo Liu clutched his wound and ran very slowly, but Feng Zixuan was slower than him and couldn't catch up with him.

Standing behind with Yan Xueyue on Saturday, watching Feng Zixuan "chasing and killing" Zhuo Liu, watching the two pass through the main gate of the golf course, and disappear behind the grass in the villa area outside.

On Saturday, I felt that I should also sneak out.

Being alone with Yan Xueyue, who is comparable to a nuclear weapon, felt a lot of pressure on Saturday.

At this time, Yan Xueyue turned her head back with a smile, and nodded at him: "Saturday."

A spooky Saturday.

Yan Xueyue didn't say anything, and had already escaped from the golf course on Saturday at a speed of sprinting [-] meters.

In the villa area at midnight, everything was quiet.

This villa area is located in the center of the new urban area. The location is very prosperous, but the interior of the villa area is very quiet. It imitates the magnificent Victorian architecture. It looks extravagant and elegant during the day, but it feels solemn and solemn at night.

On Saturday, I touched the bushes in front of the villa one by one, and finally saw two familiar figures in front of a bush in the farthest corner.

"Aliu, let's go," Feng Zixuan said in a deep voice, "With your current cultivation, you are not my opponent, let alone my master's opponent."

Zhuo Liu didn't make a sound, there was the sound of rustling clothes rubbing against each other, probably he turned and left.

With my back against the wall on Saturday, I thought to myself, I haven't said goodbye yet, did I make a mistake.

"A Liu," Feng Zixuan's voice suddenly became urgent, "What do you mean by this?"

Huh?Haven't said goodbye yet?

There was panting in Zhuo Liu's voice: "I am not afraid of death, no matter what method I use, I will destroy you evil heretics."

Feng Zixuan said angrily: "Are you attacking me? Is this what you think is upright?"

Zhuo Liu snorted softly: "As long as I can destroy the evil heretics, I can use all means."

Feng Zixuan didn't make a sound. On Saturday, he heard the muffled sound of a fist hitting his flesh. This punch was very heavy.

Zhuo Liu seemed to have fallen down, Feng Zixuan said emphatically: "You are not the A Liu I know, get out!"

After resolutely saying that, Feng Zixuan walked in the opposite direction with heavy steps.

He walked faster and faster, with a look of anxiety on his face.

He forgot Saturday at the golf course.

Although Yan Xueyue is his mentor, her methods of doing things have always been unpredictable. If there is any danger on Saturday...

The more Feng Zixuan thought about it, the more frightened he became. He thought of his previous words and deeds, which were obviously not the fault of Saturday, but he was caught between Zhuo Liu and Yan Xueyue, and he had nowhere to vent his anger, so he posted all of them until Saturday How innocent Saturday was, he was just worried that something would happen to him when he came alone, but he scolded him head and face.

Saturday watched Feng Zixuan striding away in a daze, not knowing why he was in such a hurry.

It seemed that he was in a hurry. Could it be that he still wanted to report to Yan Xueyue that he had lost Zhuo Liu?

Yan Xueyue is not a fool, she went back to report this matter, didn't she rush to get scolded.

Saturday flashed out: "Feng Zixuan!"

Feng Zixuan was originally anxious, but after hearing this shout, he stopped in his tracks.He turned around and saw Saturday, the eyebrows that were originally worried and tangled were relieved at this moment, and the thick haze in his eyes also turned into joy.

"Ah Liu." Feng Zixuan walked up quickly and hugged Saturday.

His eyes dimmed on Saturday, because he was covered by a guy who was taller than the average person. As Uncle Ben, he felt his dignity was challenged.

Feng Zixuan called in his ear: "Ah Liu, Ah Liu."

She kept rubbing his back, which made his ribs hurt.

"Are you okay?" Saturday asked.

"I got a little injury, but it's okay." Feng Zixuan said.

On Saturday, I smelled a bloody smell. I'm afraid it's not a minor injury.Reminiscent of what Feng Zixuan said about Zhuo Liu sneaking up on him just now—Saturday’s slander: You deserve it, who made your vigilance so low, did you feed the dog the cultivation base of the dual infant?

Feng Zixuan hugged Saturday even tighter, he was nostalgic for this person's familiar and fresh smell, which was reassuring.

He raised his gaze inadvertently, but met a pair of cold and merciless eyes in the darkness.

Feng Zixuan frowned again, Zhuo Liu was staring at the two of them without blinking.

There was no emotion in Zhuo Liu's eyes, at this moment, it looked like killing intent, his eyes fell on Saturday's back.

Feng Zixuan tightened his arms and put his palms on the back of Saturday's heart. His eyes were full of menace, staring at Zhuo Liu closely, like a lion guarding his homeland. If someone dared to take a step beyond the thunder pool, he would not hesitate tear each other apart.

Zhuo Liu took a step back, turned around, quickly crossed the wall, and left.

I didn't know what happened on Saturday, but I just felt that Feng Zixuan's hug took too long.

When they separated, the blood on Feng Zixuan's body was also stained on Saturday's clothes.

Saturday sighed: "Look, I can take you back."

Feng Zixuan let out a muffled laugh: "Yes, you predict things like a god."

In fact, it’s okay not to pick him up on Saturday, Feng Zixuan has a nerve that is a thousand times stronger than ordinary people, enough for him to go back by himself, and then drink all night, and pretend nothing happened the next morning Same thing.

On Saturday, Feng Zixuan was helped back to the hotel.

On the quiet golf course, Yan Xueyue watched with great interest the picture sent back by the paper puppet.

"Very good," Yan Xueyue said with a smile, "You did well."

Zhuo Liu didn't say a word, just lowered his head, like an obedient robot.

"I just said why my precious apprentice has lost interest in you. It turns out that he has already shifted his target." Yan Xueyue smiled slightly, and a cloud of black mist appeared in the palm of his hand, "When you are no longer his weakness, you There is no value for existence, alas, what a pity, you have to let him know that it was the so-called decent people who refused to save you and suspected that you were in collusion with him, that's why you died."

After all, Yan Xueyue approached Zhuo Liu, and the black mist entered Zhuo Liu's abdomen: "Go."

Feng Zixuan swiped his fingerprints to enter the door, and immediately went to the first aid kit on Saturday.

When he came back to his senses, he turned around and saw a green-haired child lying on Feng Zixuan's stomach, it was his Mu Yuanying.

The child reached out and touched Feng Zixuan's injured area, and the green color that symbolized spring was injected into Feng Zixuan's bleeding skin. Soon, the wound healed and his abdominal muscles were brand new.

Saturday:"……"

Feng Zixuan lay down on the bed, and returned to his usual state. Da Lala stretched his legs and looked at Saturday with a smile: "Ah Liu, you worked so hard to make up those magic circles because you were worried about me and because you were embarrassed. Say it?"

"No," said Saturday, "I'm going back."

"What are you going back for?" Feng Zixuan patted the mattress, "Come on, just sleep here."

"Go back and read the forum posts, I think that is more interesting." Saturday said.

"What do you mean by reading forum posts?" Feng Zixuan was at a loss, "Is it watching news online?"

"No, it's watching people quarreling online." There are always all kinds of creative fighting posts on the White Lotus Forum. On Saturdays, I have formed a habit of scrolling before going to bed and dreaming all night.

"Are you...addicted to the Internet?" Feng Zixuan recalled, and found that he often asked people to borrow their mobile phones on Saturdays.

"Well, so to speak." Saturday said.

"Uh." Feng Zixuan didn't know what to say, he found that he didn't pay much attention to Saturday, so that he only discovered Saturday's hobby today.

"If you don't browse the web for a long time, you will feel uncomfortable," said Saturday solemnly. "Chest tightness, shortness of breath, and general discomfort. ——Okay, I'm leaving."

Feng Zixuan stared blankly at Saturday's departure. Did he heal his injury too early, so that he missed the opportunity to get in touch with Saturday?

The next day, when Saturday and Feng Zixuan went to the golf course for an appointment, the anti-theft badge came out.

The cp popularity of "The same week of wind and rain" is almost exploding.

Aging score 2:

The same week of wind and rain! !The sisters of the same week of wind and rain are here to report! ! !

A soft sauce replied:

Check in the front row, drop!Just ask for a luxurious and lengthened Hummer!

I love vegetables Reply:

Check in the front row, drop!Toy cars are also available~

The filthy master silly white sweet reply:

Check in in the front row, the baby stroller you want - it’s not convenient to post here, please pay attention to my bib train dirty p=np sugar Reply:

A book that satisfies y~yummy

Hi Hi Reply:

The old driver is too humble!Can I ask for a positive play?

Yayaya2068 replied:

Student card, drop!I want to ask, who is Yu?

The little twins replied:

Hold the grass!It's too dirty!It turns out that "the same week of wind and rain" is 3 splits hahahahaha!

But at the same time, there is also a wave of Fengzhuo cp party with strange angles.

General scoring 2:

It's so pitiful, the meaning of existence is to be liked by him, and the only mission is to hurt the person who loves him. When he no longer loves him, he has no meaning of existence... It's heartbreaking! ! !

The owner of Pillow Moon Dock replied:

At the beginning, I just thought Zhuo Liu was disgusting, but hearing what the host said, I also felt a little... distressed. [Get ill]

Killing Wei replied:

A Feng replied:

Distressed_(:3)∠)_

There is also a wave where everyone is drunk and I am alone.

Faster score 2:

Haven't you noticed that the author is looking for a ghostwriter?The style has changed, this is not a cool article, it is obviously a bloody article, I just want to say: please continue to write, don't stop.

an108108 replied:

Give the host a thumbs up.

i replied:

I also think that the style of writing is more delicate, as if it was written by someone who has had an unforgettable relationship. Although Lan Keda's writing style is also good, it is embarrassing when he writes emotional scenes.

Ajiu replied:

The anti-theft badge that the male god got up on yy Saturday is just like a primary school student's writing. I guess Lan Ke is still a beginner, hahahaha!

Persimmon replied:

After reading the anti-theft chapter, I don't even want to read the main text! ! ! !

There is also a wave of reasonable parties full of presence.

Passerby A scored -2:

What mobile phone can be used for 100 years?The author speaks out.

123 replies:

If you want to make money, you want to be crazy. You can write such nonsense plots. I suggest that the author go back to elementary school to learn logic.

The author may be a fool to reply:

The bloody head replied:

1 feeling broken.

After reading the comments on Saturday, it was both funny and eye-catching. I blocked the content related to him. The other comments are very interesting, especially those who are critical.

Obviously, Chen Ke didn't think so.

Chen Ke sent a video invitation to Saturday.

"Do you think it's fun?" Chen Ke's first sentence was this.

"what?"

"Do you know how dangerous it is to be alone with Yan Xueyue? You know that if you die there, maybe your body here will never wake up. All our efforts have been fruitless !" Chen Ke seemed to have a lot of anger in his heart, and this time he let it out together.

"I know," said Saturday, "I promise not next time."

"Really?" Chen Ke tugged at the neckline irritably, "You've been trying to change the plot, I don't know why you did it, but you changed the plot, can you bear the result?"

"The main chain of cause and effect remains the same, and the result will not change," Saturday said. "That's what you said."

"...do you know what the main causal chain is?"

"I have carefully studied your novel, from the world structure, sect system to plot development." Said on Saturday, "You can rest assured that I will not change Feng Zixuan's growth process. Now his 'cultivation' has been completed, There are only three epiphany points left, one is the death of Zhuo Liu, the second is the duel with Zheng Zheng, and the third is the duel with Yan Xueyue. I will not interfere with these three points."

"..." Chen Ke was speechless.

"Then have you ever thought about a question?" Chen Ke paused, and said, "What if Feng Zixuan doesn't like Zhuo Liu anymore? Then, Zhuo Liu's death will have no impact on him."

I was taken aback on Saturday, and still brought this?

He immediately retorted: "No, I saw that Feng Zixuan would rather get hurt himself in order to let Zhuo Liu go."

"That would be the best," Chen Ke said with a cold face, "but I advise you to keep a distance from him."

"Well," replied Saturday, "I see."

He raised his eyes and stared at Chen Ke: "Actually, there is something I have always wanted to ask you. When you set up many obstacles for Feng Zixuan and made him lose everything, you... could feel his panic in your heart... ?"

Chen Ke was puzzled: "Why are you asking this?"

"I just heard that there is a kind of author who takes pleasure in abusing the protagonist, digs holes for the protagonist, makes them experience all kinds of pain and setbacks, and finally has the so-called strong growth..." Having seen Feng Zixuan's pain with his own eyes, Zhou Liu said that he would not be touched, that was a lie, and that kind of impact still couldn't recede from his heart, he wanted to ask Chen Ke to understand, "I want to know, how did you feel when you tossed Feng Zixuan?"

The last words were already very sharp, as sharp as Chen Ke, so he couldn't fail to feel it.

"I don't feel it," Chen Ke said, "I don't need to feel it."

I was a little disappointed to hear such a crisp answer on Saturday.

But what was he hoping for?I hope Chen Ke is a person with rich feelings?To abuse the protagonist out of some helplessness?No one will believe this reason!

In fact, before he got into Feng Zixuan's story and saw everything Feng Zixuan experienced with his own eyes, he only thought it was a brainless cheating novel, just like most novels, which had no practical significance. He couldn't even read the beginning.

Then why did he still criticize Chen Ke?

Maybe it's because... Chen Ke is the creator of this world.

Just like Pan Gu, he turned his body into mountains and rivers, into a world where everything in this world is closely related to him.

Is it such a creator that I am looking forward to on Saturday?A creator who entrusts his soul to the world in his writing?

"As I said before, if you don't have desires, you will be strong. As much expectations as you have, you will have as many disappointments. To become a warrior, you must realize this level." Chen Ke emphasized again.

I used to think this theory made sense on Saturday.

but now……

"What if his obsession is not to become a warrior?" asked Saturday.

Chen Ke was stunned. For a moment, he thought that Saturday had seen through his thoughts.

"No," Chen Ke forced his composure, "I set it up like this. Also, you just need to stay aside, watch the progress of the plot, and let Feng Zixuan resolve his obsessions by himself. Don't get involved. Go to the plot, otherwise, the causal chain will change, and none of us can afford the bad result."

After finishing speaking, Chen Ke ended the video as if he was running away. He called up the public opinion analysis in the background and looked at the bottom number.

There are still 3w9 points left.

For the series of things that happened after that, on Saturday, I followed the agreement with Chen Ke, staying quietly in the room, not interfering with anything, and not asking anything.

Zhuo Liu died in Feng Zixuan's arms. Before he died, he said that no decent family would take him in, saying that if he could come back alive, he must have some kind of deal with the evil forces.

Feng Zixuan held Zhuo Liu to look for Yan Xueyue again, hoping that Yan Xueyue could resurrect Zhuo Liu, and it was okay to wash his memory, as long as he could survive.

Afterwards, Feng Zixuan smashed down the gates of the three major families for three days in a row, and became an official enemy of the Xiuzhen faction.

His cultivation has also grown by leaps and bounds.Not only the fire and wood dual Nascent Soul has been cultivated to the later stage, but the earth spirit root has also cultivated the Nascent Soul. The three kinds of magic powers are unleashed, and the edge is unstoppable for a while.

The three great aristocratic families had nothing to do with him, they had no choice but to sacrifice the enchantment of their ancestors and act like a turtle.

In the final battle, Feng Zixuan came to the Xiuzhen Academy that had kicked him out in the past.

The quiet and familiar courtyard is vivid, and the top floor of Zangshu Pavilion retains so many good memories.

But in the future, the other person who shared that memory may never remember it again.

"Feng Zixuan!" Xi Yu came out with the teacher from the Cultivation Academy, and asked, "You still dare to show your face?"

Feng Zixuan held up his palm flatly, a red light appeared in his palm, and a flying sword entwined with three powerful spiritual powers of fire, wood, and earth appeared in midair.

Low voices of discussion spread.

"It seems to be an evil heretic, three spiritual roots, how is it possible."

"Have you really cultivated into a three-yuan baby? Could it be that you have absorbed the cultivation base of other cultivators?"

"I heard that Teacher Zhuo Liu was sucked dry by him, and everyone turned into a mummy."

"..."

Feng Zixuan raised his palm, and immediately, everyone fell silent.

Silent.

"Drip"——

The sudden sound of the bracelet message sounded, Feng Zixuan lowered his head, and found that it was from Yan Xueyue, and there was only one line: I am afraid that Zhuo Liu will not be saved, the master is incompetent, and the apprentice is sorry.

"boom"--! ! !

The flying sword in Feng Zixuan's hand was released in an instant, and all the spiritual power in his body was released at this moment. The light on the surface of the flying sword continued to deepen, as if it had been eroded by the plants in the dark night, turning black little by little.

"Get out of the way!" Xi Yu shouted.

Even so, several teachers were brought by the aftermath, their tendons and bones were broken, and their air was frustrated. They were thrown out one by one and scattered in all directions.

For a moment, the central axis of the Cultivation Academy was split by a huge sword energy. The building was still standing, but it was destroyed and unusable. In front of the sapphire steps of the Cultivation Academy, which symbolizes the highest palace in the Cultivation World, teachers who can be called powerful are all in disorder. Lie on the ground.

A golden light flashed above Xiyu's head, he jumped onto the broken wall, his body trembling slightly with excitement, since his senior brother ascended, he has never encountered such a strong opponent again.

Come on, let's fight!

"Feng Zixuan!" Xi Yu's childish voice sounded from the dilapidated ruins of the Cultivation Academy, "Come and fight!"

At the end of the huge crack in the ground, Feng Zixuan stood with his head bowed.

He still looked at the phantom on the bracelet, and the line of words was a little unclear because of his blurred eyes.

"Feng Zixuan!" Xi Yu shouted again, "Come on, play your tricks again!"

Feng Zixuan raised his head and said indifferently: "Not interested."

Xiyu was stunned.

He watched Feng Zixuan turn and leave - did he really just leave? ?

In an instant.

Feng Zixuan left with his sword and rushed to Yan Xueyue's private club. He asked anxiously: "Master, I received your..."

Yan Xueyue said, "Come with me."

The two turned into an absolutely secret room, and Yan Xueyue took out a set of platinum armor from the cabinet.

"Master, Zhuo Liu he—"

Yan Xueyue said: "Listen to me first."

"Master, please speak."

"Put it on." Yan Xueyue handed the platinum battle armor to Feng Zixuan, "Only by wearing this can you go to the ghost world."

"Ghost Realm?" Feng Zixuan's eyes showed light and hope, "Are you going to rescue Zhuo Liu?"

Yan Xueyue shook her head: "No, I'm going to see him."

Feng Zixuan didn't understand, what's the difference between going to the ghost world to rescue Zhuo Liu and going to the ghost world to meet Zhuo Liu?

"By the way," Yan Xueyue walked out of the door, turned around again, and urged Feng Zixuan, "Do you still remember that you said you would be loyal to me?"

"I remember." Feng Zixuan replied, keeping his word, he begged Yan Xueyue to let Zhuo Liu go, and Yan Xueyue agreed, then he will fulfill this promise.

"Only those who are loyal to me can enter the Hades Palace with me, and you have to swear to me." Yan Xueyue's smile disappeared, and there was a chill in her eyes.

"Pluto Hall?" Feng Zixuan was at a loss, he didn't know that Yan Xueyue had something to do with the ghost world?

"Yes, as long as you pledge your allegiance to me, when the time comes, you will be the next master of Hades Palace." Yan Xueyue stared at Feng Zixuan with burning eyes, he could hardly bear it anymore, Sanyuanying's body was so tempting Humans, after a little more training, they will be able to become Martial Gods. When the time comes, swallow the new Martial Gods in one gulp, and their power will level the human world.

"I will swear allegiance to Master, but... I want to see Zhuo Liu first." Feng Zixuan instinctively became cautious.

"Yes." Yan Xueyue thought that devouring this body still needs some cumbersome steps, so she said in no hurry, "Follow me."

△Feng Zixuan entered the ghost world wearing a platinum armor, like a light from heaven, but this light does not represent salvation, but destruction.

△Feng Zixuan seemed to be dragging a heavy load when walking, and his back, walking alone, melted into the dark and deep inner hall of the Nether Palace.

△In the hazy light illuminated by the coral beads, Feng Zixuan saw the lifeless face of the thin man on the ice bed...