Slag Reconstruction System

The next day, Xing Wufeng urgently held a meeting in order to go to the Xiaoguan Pavilion to drink flowers and wine as soon as possible.

In Tianxuan Hall, everyone is already in their seats.

The man Shi Shiran sat down at the main seat, his gaze leisurely swept over the crowd.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat and looked at Chi Yu, "Yu'er, are you fully prepared to attack the Iron Sand Fist?"

Chi Yu's eyes lit up, "Reporting to Master, this disciple has already discussed with the brothers and sisters, everything is ready, and we will attack the Iron Sand Fist sect as soon as the Master gives an order."

Xing Wufeng nodded, "Very well, now that the decision has been made, there is no need to delay any longer. You will go down the mountain tomorrow and catch him by surprise."

"Yes, master." Chi Yu's eyes gleamed eagerly.

The man looked at Lian Mo again, with expectation in his eyes, "Brother Lian Mo, I'll be in charge tomorrow."

"Amitabha." Lian Mo clasped his hands together, "Don't worry, Master, the poor monk will do his best and never let the disciples of Lingyun Palace make any mistakes."

"It's so good." Xing Wufeng smiled with satisfaction.

Can't help but sigh a little, he is a very powerful leader, he doesn't need to do it himself, the disciples under him will obey his orders no matter if they are sincere or not.

Xie Zi kept silent, looking at the man hesitantly.

Master is so masculine o(≧v≦)o~~

I really want to throw my master down~(^_^)~

Why doesn't the master look at him ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Xie Zi pursed his mouth, and lowered his head in disappointment. Mu Xinruo who was at the side glanced at him vaguely, and a deep color flashed in his eyes.

Finally, Xing Wufeng announced that today's meeting came to an end.

The abstract group of four and the surviving trio sighed: There is going to be a war again, hoping to save their own lives. (; '⌒`)

Qiu Luochen: The Iron Sand Fist School?I don't know if it can be used for me?

Chi Yu: You must perform well and impress your master o(≧v≦)o~~

Mu Xin: No idea...

Xie Zi: Draw a circle, the master didn’t look at me today ￣へ￣

At the end of the meeting, Xing Wufeng went out first. In order to be able to complete the task assigned to him by the man, Chi Yu called everyone to stay and discuss tomorrow's battle plan in detail.Xie Zi was a little absent-minded, and finally found an excuse to sneak out.

He wandered aimlessly, and finally came to the door of Xing Wufeng's room spontaneously.

"Master, are you there?"

Xing Wufeng is picking out the clothes to wear tomorrow, after all, it is the first time to go to the Xiaoguan Pavilion, so he still needs to prepare well.Hearing Xiao Baihua's voice, he paused, stuffed the gaudy clothes piled up on the bed into the quilt, tucked the quilt up, and then walked over to open the door.

"What's the matter?"

The man blocked the door, apparently not intending to let the boy in.

Xie Zi has a sensitive mind and can detect the change in the man's attitude towards him. He doesn't know what he did wrong, and he feels a little uneasy and uneasy.

He lowered his head, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, the disciple just misses the master."

"..." Xing Wufeng finally sighed silently when he saw the boy who was half a head shorter than him in front of him.

Since Xie Zi is not Xiao Han's real body, there is of course no need for him to tease him.

But how to break up with Xie Zi tactfully, without hurting the fragile heart of the young man?

Xing Wufeng was silent for a while, but feeling the man's silence, Xie Zi felt a little bitter in his heart, "Master, is there something wrong with this disciple?"

"No, it's a matter of being a teacher." The man came back to his senses and couldn't help lowering his voice, "Zi'er, you're still young, I don't think we should delay you."

"The disciple didn't feel delayed."

Xie Zihong shook her head with her eyes closed, crying in her voice, "What happened? It's only been a few days. Master, why do you say such things? Are you lying to me when you say you like me?"

"..."

Xing Wufeng's lips twitched slightly and remained silent.

And his silence, in the eyes of the young man, is undoubtedly an acquiescence.

Xie Zi's eyes that were misty with tears suddenly shot a cold look, and he stretched out the back of his hand to wipe his eyes, "I don't trust Master anymore."

After throwing out these words, the boy turned around and ran away.

Xing Wufeng stood there in a daze, a trace of coldness crossed his cheeks.

He stretched out his hand to touch the drop of moisture, as if it had dripped on the boy's face when he turned around just now.

Sighing rather helplessly, Xing Wufeng went back to the room silently, closed the door, looked at the clothes piled up on the bed, suddenly he had no interest in trying them on.

A thought flashed through my mind over and over again: Xiao Baihua is crying.

On that side, after Xiao Baihua ran away crying, he did not return to Tianxuan Hall, but ran to the cliff edge of the back mountain.

The surrounding clouds are misty, and Xie Zi, dressed in purple, seems to be blending into the misty mist.

Heartbroken, he looked at the cliff where he couldn't see his fingers. For a moment, he wanted to jump directly without using Qinggong.

"Do you want to die? If you want to, just dance."

A familiar voice suddenly came from his mind, Xie Zi was startled, and his heart trembled, "Who are you?"

The voice laughed lightly, and continued: "Jump down, it's all over once you jump down, and you don't need to see Xing Wufeng showing mercy to others."

Xie Zi clenched her fists tightly and retorted loudly: "I will not give up my master to anyone."

Shouting almost at the top of his lungs, amidst the echoes, Xie Zi straightened his back and walked away from the cliff step by step.

However, the voice still followed, "Do you want to monopolize your master?"

Xie Zi paused, and said with some hesitation: "Do you have a solution?"

"Of course there is a way." After a pause, "But you need to sacrifice something."

Xie Zi asked: "What?"

"Your life."

"..." The young man was in shock.

Regardless of his silence, the voice in his head said unhurriedly: "As long as you give me your body, I can fulfill your wish for you."

His... body?

The boy was in a trance for a moment, and then refused without hesitation, "If I give you my body, then I won't be me."

"Heh." The voice laughed softly, sighed and murmured: "You forgot, I am you."

At this moment, the sound of fallen leaves being crushed came from behind, and the voice in the boy's mind suddenly disappeared. Xie Zi's eyes were still full of confusion, and he couldn't tell whether the voice just now was his hallucination.

He turned around slowly, but saw an unexpected person, Lian Mo.

Xie Zi restrained the emotion in his eyes, and nodded lightly at Lian Mo. He had nothing to do with Lian Mo, so he wanted to leave after saying hello.

Unexpectedly, Lian Mo suddenly stopped calling his name, "Xie Zi."

The young man paused and looked at him suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

At this time, Lian Mo didn't have the usual calm and elegant temperament, and the clear eyes were no longer, replaced by a thick black.

Xie Zihu was vigilant, this Lian Mo was very dangerous now.

Lian Mo stared straight at him, smiled slightly, and his eyes became clear and clear again, as if a clear spring was flowing in his eyes.

"Nothing." He shook his head, "But what a coincidence to meet you here."

Xie Zi took a step back, and replied calmly: "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

He has no liking for any good-looking man who appears around his master. ╭(╯^╰)╮

Lian Mo squinted slightly, smiling harmlessly and purely: "Yes."

When the young man's voice faded away, Lian Mo leisurely withdrew his gaze, bowed his head and smiled.

That night, for some reason, Xing Wufeng tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and Xie Zi's lonely look was always in his mind.

He must have broken his heart.

The man was thinking blankly, when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.He was overjoyed, hurriedly got up and walked to the door, and opened the door.

The smile on his face froze before it showed, Xing Wufeng suppressed the inexplicable loneliness in his heart, and said lightly: "Yu'er, why are you still awake so late?"

Because of the imminent battle tomorrow, Chi Yu's bloodthirsty factors surged in his body, and he was so excited that he couldn't sleep.He didn't notice the man's flashing look, and replied: "As long as the disciple thinks that he will be able to kill tomorrow, he will be so happy that he can't sleep, and he wants to chat with the master for a while."

"..."

Good luck, he's going to visit the small hotel tomorrow and he's not too excited to sleep.

The man looked behind him and saw no one around, so he turned slightly, "Come in."

Chi Yu jumped in with a single stride, spinning around the room like an ADHD child.

Xing Wufeng noticed that he was going to get on the bed, and hurriedly said: "Yu'er, accompany me to drink a few drinks, it's an early-celebration of your triumphant return."

When the young man heard this, his eyes were shining, as if they were full of stars.

"Okay." He nodded vigorously, and sat down on the table in the room.

Xing Wufeng was a little depressed because of Xie Zi's matter, and it would be good to drink some wine to relieve boredom at this time, so he sat down, poured himself a glass of wine, and poured another glass for Chi Yuye.

Chi Yu: Master poured wine for me personally o(n_n)o~~

The man was full of pride: "Come on, let's do it."

Without further ado, the boy picked up the wine glass and took a sip. Finally, he smacked his lips, "Master, what kind of wine is this? It tastes pretty good."

Xing Wufeng put down his glass and frowned, why is this wine different from what he usually drinks?

Meanwhile, the surviving trio lay on the plank bed and chatted.

Survivor No. [-]: Woohoo, there will be another war tomorrow, I don’t want to die~~~~(>_<)~~~~

Survivor No. [-]: Don't worry, I've been prepared.

Survivor No. [-]: What preparations?

Survivor No. [-] smiled mysteriously: I carefully brewed a jug of wine, the wine tasted sweet and had great stamina, I was drunk after three cups, and slept like a dead pig.As long as we drink that wine early tomorrow morning, we don't need to go to war hahahaha~~

Survivor No. [-] looked admiring: Where are you hiding?Why didn't I find out.

Survivor No. [-] said proudly: I was hidden in the pickle jar.

No. [-] was surprised: Why didn't you say it earlier, I thought it was some old wine yesterday, and dedicated that wine to the leader. . .

Survivor No. [-] and No. [-] looked confused, thinking of tomorrow's fierce battle, my life is over. /(tot)/~~

As soon as the scene changed, they continued to return to Xing Wufeng's room. The two had already had two drinks.

The man shook the jug, and there was still a cup left. He raised his chin at Chi Yu, "Yu'er, there is the last cup left, who will drink it?"

This wine is delicious, with a sweet taste and a fragrance on the lips and teeth.

Based on the principle of respecting teachers, Chi Yu replied: "Master, you should drink."

Just what he wanted.The man put down the cup, picked up the jug directly, put the spout of the jug to his lips, and fed the last sip of fine wine into his mouth.

With just one cup, Xing Wufeng's eyes blurred in an instant, and Chi Yu sitting opposite became two, then three.

When he couldn't see the boy's face clearly, the man asked strangely: "Yu'er, why is the whole room spinning?"

Chi Yu was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized, "Master, you are drunk."

"Is it...?" Xing Wufeng stood up and walked towards the bed lightly.

When he was about to take the last step, his left foot tripped over his right foot, and he threw himself onto the bed, only to hear a bang, and he was silent.

Chi Yu was startled at first, and stepped forward quickly, and then saw the man face down on the bed, with his legs drooping on the ground.

"master?"

There was no movement.

He reached out and poked Xing Wufeng's waist again, raised his voice and called again: "Master?"

Still no movement.

Chi Yu's eyes could not help falling on the man's upturned buttocks.

Because of his posture, Xing Wufeng's waist sank deeply, his hips turned up, and his legs were weakly touching the ground...

Chi Yu couldn't help thinking, this posture is very suitable for a young man! ! !

He hasn't tasted the taste of the master yet, do you want to try it?