After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

"I, Cen Yuzhou, always keep my word and do what I say. Brother Xiahou has worked with me for decades, don't you understand my nature?"

When no one else was present, Cen Yuzhou finally regained some of his former demeanor.

Xiahou Kun shook his head.

He has a clear understanding of himself, he is limited by the way of spiritual power cultivation that is too vigorous, he really has no city in his chest, and he can't love Yin Xiangrong, so his position naturally falls to Cen Yuzhou's side.

But this does not mean that he is a vulgar person who blindly follows regardless of right and wrong.

"In the past, you and I were united, and there were many disagreements with Lin Chushu, but it was generally for the development of Chaoyin Pavilion and the peace of the cultivation world. Naturally, I have no objection, but..."

"Throwing the magic heart stone into the Three Realms is really too much."

"The "Amber Alliance" has managed to bring temporary peace to the Three Realms. If Chaoyin Pavilion wants to issue a decision that involves the interests of the other two realms, it must obtain the consent of Fuqiong Palace and Guixu."

"What do you mean by Brother Xiahou's words?"

Cen Yuzhou's eyes sharpened.

"The magic heart stone can greatly strengthen the physique of all races. If you don't fight against it after being infected, but use it to your advantage, you will be stronger than before."

Seeing that the more he said the more outrageous, Xia Houkun's brows twitched, and he couldn't help but stop him:

"Have you forgotten the tragedies of Chaolu Test and Ghost City?"

"Infected demons and human races, without exception, quickly lost their minds and even died. How can we strengthen our physique?"

"That's because they don't know what to do and don't understand what to do!"

Cen Yuzhou's face instantly became ferocious.

"If it's only blocked but not sparse, even the panacea will be unbearable, let alone the extremely powerful benefit of the magic heart stone."

"If you just blindly fear, the Three Realms will only stagnate. Only obeying the destiny is the only way out!"

Destiny...Xia Houkun chewed the word silently.

When he heard Cen Yuzhou mention it earlier, he thought it might be a symbol, but now it seems that it is more like a real existence.

The so-called destiny, is it something or someone?

Cen Yuzhou's experience can be said to be rich, why is he so convinced of it?

The crazy obsession of the person in front of him made him feel uneasy.

He knew that he was no match for Cen Yuzhou in terms of resourcefulness and strategy. If he insisted on dissuading him, not only would the other party not listen, but it might even be counterproductive.

It's better to follow his logic first and try to figure out what this "destiny" is.

"Brother Cen, Chaoyin Pavilion is now under your control. I don't know if the time is ripe. Can you show me the existence of destiny?"

Xia Houkun's expression appeared extremely sincere.

Cen Yuzhou stared at him for a while, seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, he let go slightly:

"It's not impossible for you to see the true face of Destiny, but I have to consult Destiny first before making a decision."

Xia Houkun was noncommittal, but staring at his haggard figure under the fine clothes, he couldn't help feeling a little sour in his heart.

Compared with the other three members of the Presbyterian Church, Cen Yuzhou's path to advancement can be called extremely bumpy.

Before entering the Chaoyin Pavilion, he didn't devote himself to practicing in any sect outside the pavilion, but just wandered around among various casual cultivators, and what he learned was extremely mixed.

The Zhaolu test became his budding nomination certificate, and also became a pillar of shame for him who was ridiculed and ridiculed.

Back then, he was able to win not by relying solely on his own strength, but by relying on unpredictable spells to attack the unprepared by surprise.

But in the long run, this has become a stumbling block on his path of practice.

Although he put in no less effort than others, his cultivation gains were extremely limited. It took nearly 200 years for him to advance to the early stage of crossing the catastrophe.

This age is not considered young even among cultivators.

In other words, with the further slowdown of Cen Yuzhou's cultivation, it is very likely that his life span will be exhausted before his strength reaches the level of Ascension Mahayana.

This is undoubtedly a fatal blow to the monk.

Presumably, Yi Jinlan had similar considerations when she was promoting talents.

Therefore, even though Cen Yuzhou tried his best to fight for it, he still gave Lin Chushu the head of Mo Xing, who was most likely to compete for the position of pavilion master.

As for Yukunsi, who was in charge of preparing for the compilation, it was logistical support at best, and he would not get any benefit if he was given to the main protagonist of the pavilion.

Therefore, Cen Yuzhou's malice towards Lin Chushu is even stronger than that of Xia Houkun, who is his rival in love.

Or in other words, it's not just jealousy against Lin Chushu.

Rather than saying that he hates someone, it is better to say that he hates this plane and his unsatisfactory self.

Xiahou Kun's eyes fell on Cen Yuzhou's empty sleeve.

Being hit by the Thunder Cloud Transcending Tribulation, whose cultivation level was much higher than his own, the damage caused by that wound was far from being as simple as breaking off an arm.

What kind of strength is it that supports this person to endure the heart-pounding pain.

Even at all costs, to carry out the instructions of "Mandate of Heaven"?

……

To Zhou Changming, the violent wind and rain in the outside world seemed to be isolated by a layer of veil.

What permeates the whole body is the exhaustion from the depths of the soul, and the fear of the unknown.

Thinking that after waking up, he might have to face an unbearable ending. To him, the darkness in front of him was almost no different from a safe haven.

But in the dark, there seemed to be a touch of clarity pulling him.

Despite every reluctance, he still woke up leisurely.

The light in his field of vision was very bright, and he slowly opened his eyes, gradually adapting to the light around him.

Immediately afterwards, within a short distance of the field of vision.

Saw the haunted man.

The author has something to say: I am sorry that today I became a short Ahri QwQ

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