This seat has been reborn as a rebel of Xianzun

The two paper men had no business, and Feng Wujing twisted them on his fingertips. The special paper couldn't be torn, Feng Wujing used his spiritual power, the crimson color submerged the thin paper, and it disappeared with a crackling sound.

He should have thought of it earlier.

That trip down the mountain to Zhougezhuang, Gu Langqing did not bring Yuanyin and Guanzhou with him, but only himself.

They obviously lied to him, but the appearance of Yuan Yin and Guan Zhou is extremely sincere...Compared to the fact that three thoughtful people jointly deceive him, Gu Langqing thinks up his own words, and then injects his ideas into two papers. It is even more difficult for filmmakers to have omissions.

Feng Wujing's dental crown rattled, so he has been kept in the dark by Gu Langqing for so long?Fooled by Gu Langqing and the puppets he controls.

Burning with anger.

He wants him dead.

Feng Wujing rested his thumb on the bowstring and pulled the lifeline on Gu Langqing's chest. He is very weak now, and it is the best time to fight back.

Until Gu Langqing smiled miserably, blood snaked down from his jaw and splashed onto the wooden floor, like a gorgeous peach blossom.

He fell with a thud, unconscious.

Feng Wujing watched quietly, as if time stood still.

His thoughts were erratic, and his thumb was bleeding from the blunt bowstring.

Thunder and lightning flashed outside the window, and no one knew what happened to Wangyou Peak after he walked out of the barrier.

After all, Feng Wujing still slowly lowered his arms, and the longbow instantly turned back into a rubber band.

He strode towards Gu Langqing.

Gu Langqing's eyes were deeply closed, his brows were tightly furrowed, his expression was in extreme pain, his breathing was unsteady, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but the voice that fell in the air was as thin as a gossamer, and it disappeared immediately. Can not hear.

Gu Langqing's white robe was covered with bloodstains, it was fresh, moist red, and the white robe was like a colorful flower, blooming on the floor of the room.

Feng Wujing approached him, looking down at the person lying on the ground.

very beautiful.

He squatted down, and his knuckles brushed against Gu Langqing's straight and fair cheeks. The man's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably under his touch.Feng Wujing's hand slid to Gu Langqing's perfect and delicate mandible, and then all the way down, it fell to the fragile and long neck. His nails dug deeply at the protruding Adam's apple, and soon, the Adam's apple appeared There was a bloodstain, and the blood kept oozing out, smearing in the seam of Feng Wujing's armor.

Gu Langqing was suffering from pain, or felt the blatant and dangerous provocation in front of him, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, cold sweat covered his cheeks, and a hoarse moan was squeezed out from his mouth.

Right now Feng Wujing was not interested, he quickly let go of that Adam's apple.Moving his palm down, he tore open the front of Gu Langqing's white shirt.

Feng Wujing saw that Gu Langqing's chest was covered with strange scars, with blood-red traces criss-crossing, as if he could dissect his whole body, and it looked like it was in excruciating pain.

He finished admiring these treacherous and unpredictable traces expressionlessly, then gestured lightly, and pressed his fingers to the pulsating veins on the side of the man's neck.

Now is indeed a very suitable time to kill.

Feng Wujing half-closed his eyes, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Hot blood was still gurgling from the veins, the beating of the heart was clearly transmitted to Feng Wujing's thumb, Gu Langqing's pulse was weak, and his spiritual power was stagnantly congested in his body.

The wind and rain roared, and the lightning flashed its teeth and claws and appeared in the distant mountains.

Feng Wujing clicked his tongue and slowly withdrew his hand.

Mozun disdains to do such a thing of taking advantage of others' danger.

Looking at Gu Langqing's face, he had to face up to the thoughts in his heart again.

The Demon Lord, who had always been decisive in killing, was a little bit hesitant to do so. Gu Langqing bullied him so much, but he would not be able to do so. Whenever he wanted to cut through the blue vein that symbolized vitality, his heart would always be heavy. A jump, followed by a sharp dull pain.

A dull pain like gouging out a knife.

In his subconscious mind, he didn't want Gu Langqing to die.

Feng Wujing thought for a while, then stood up from the ground.

Gu Langqing, who was lying on the ground, finally broke free from the shackles of life, his brows and eyes were slightly relaxed.

Feng Wujing glanced at Gu Langqing one last time, and left without looking back.

All the way down the mountain, from the other path that just went up the mountain, go to the other direction of the mountain.

Half of the barrier was shattered, the other side was broken, and the effectiveness of the barrier here was obviously much lower. Feng Wujing pulled out the Dragon Bow and pierced the barrier.

The mountain wind poured into Feng Wujing's neckline, and Fu Li poked his head out from the bamboo basket on his back, yelling in a low voice.

Feng Wujing quickened his pace.

On the top of Wangyou Peak, Gu Langqing fell into a deep nightmare. The dream was full of that red figure, who poked his head and casually pointed his fingers at him, rubbed him into his hot arms, and tightly clamped his arms. , hung a bell on his ankle, badly broke his jaw to reveal crimson fingerprints, and commanded him to scream out hoarsely.

Then the man stood in front of him, laughed and handed him a beautiful rose flower, he blocked the fatal wound for him, the blood soaked the man's robe, but because he was wearing Red Robe, can't tell.

In the end, he smiled at him resolutely. His cold eyes made him afraid from the bottom of his heart. He left with a long back and didn't look back.

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The wind and sand stopped, the wind and the sun were beautiful.

The first step is still full of wind and sand, and the next moment is sunny.

Feng Wujing looked up at the sky, he had walked out of Wangyou Peak.

There is a city at the foot of the mountain here, and the yelling of vendors adds a bit of excitement and prosperity to the small town.

People come and go on the street, and the fiery red lanterns hang on the roof beams, blending with the noise of the bustling crowd.

Wearing a red dress with a bamboo basket on his back, walking alone in the streets and alleys, he seemed a bit out of place.

In particular, Feng Wujing's clothes were stained with mottled mud marks.

I just went up the mountain, and I didn't have time to change it. It's really embarrassing.

The boy's eyes were bloodshot, he looked around, and turned into a teahouse beside the street.

"Speaking of this marriage line, everyone has it. Yue Lao writes the marriage line, and the marriage line of the two is connected together. That thin red thread is very useful! It is drawn by the marriage line. Two people are destined lovers and couples, you can't hide even if you want to!"

The storyteller in the teahouse was telling a story, Feng Wujing released Fu Li from the bamboo basket and ordered a cup of tea.

"Rumors say that marriage is predestined, and if you break it up forcibly, you will pay a very high price! So, no matter if it is ordinary people like us or those muttering ascetics, we can't escape the arrangement of this marriage line. Even if No matter how dissatisfied, you can only admit it."

The storyteller clapped awake and spoke loudly.

One person sitting down questioned: "Marriage is destined? I don't believe it. What will happen if you cut off the line of marriage?"

The storyteller stroked his white beard: "I heard that some people really did this. Cutting off the marriage line, for the one who took the initiative to cut off the line, is to voluntarily forget the many pasts of the two, and become a married couple from then on. A heartless man—”

The man said again: "What about the other side?"

The storyteller clapped the case and said, "This... this is a bit miserable."

"how?"

"I can't get a response to my sincere feelings, because the other party doesn't love him anymore-do you think it's miserable?"

The teahouse was silent, and the other person asked again: "Then, what if the two people involved in the marriage line haven't met each other yet?"

The old man swung his fan, and the gavel hit the table.

"Without this kind of situation, the marriage line will only appear after the destined person has met each other. If the destined person has never met, the marriage line will naturally fail. So you don't have to worry. If you are already married, your marriage will be broken. The thread has naturally been arranged by Yuelao to be obedient."

Another person asked: "Then, if the marriage line is broken, can we still reconnect?"

The storyteller was choked by the question: "Maybe, why do you care about these things? We ordinary people can't see Yuelao, so we can only accept our fate. Perhaps only those immortals who are not afraid of death dare to take a chance. Your own marriage line. As I said, if you cut off your marriage line at will, the consequences will be very tragic."

Everyone in the audience sighed deeply, lamenting the bumpy life of ordinary people, but they also couldn't let go of the worldly fate to cultivate immortals, and everyone has their own destiny.

After a while, the topic changed, and the teahouse became lively again.

Fu Li lay at Feng Wujing's feet, looking weak, Feng Wujing wondered if there was a way to change Fu Li back to his original state, otherwise he would have no mana now, so walking back to the Demon Realm on foot would be obviously unrealistic.

The little brother at the side spoke to Feng Wujing: "Hey, you are so cute."

Feng Wujing's eyes swept across the man, gloomy and cold.

But the man didn't realize it at all, and his face didn't change: "I also have a dog at home, it's a female, what a coincidence! Let me tell you, other dogs on the street look down on our breed of native dog, and run away when they see it , so fucking snobby."

Feng Wujing drank the tea in one gulp and got up.

He said: "Hey, don't go, my dog's appearance is pretty good, you see, it's time to give birth, why don't you give them a ride, make a match?"

Hearing these words, Feng Wujing cast a cold glance at him.

"Hey, brother, don't be fierce..."

Suddenly, he felt an irresistible pulling force grabbing his collar and lifting him up from the seat. The man's heart jumped into his throat, and he stared at Feng Wujing: "Hey, brother, I was wrong. , put me down, I have something to say!"

The red-clothed boy in front of him was still full of disdain, looking at him like staring at a dead object.

The man panicked and struggled frantically: "Killer! Killer! Help!"

The eyes of the surrounding crowd gathered together, and the voices of astonishment, fear and dissuasion were heard endlessly, but no one dared to step forward to fight.There was no other reason, they could feel the extremely oppressive aura around the young man in red from a long distance away.

Hearing the buzzing noise around him, Feng Wujing snorted coldly. With his elbows, he threw the man in his hand violently. The man fell to the ground and burned a deep hole. He was crying for help in pain.

Feng Wujing looked worried, turned around, grabbed a person casually again, and lifted him up high.

The man who was thrown by the boy in red looked terrified, thinking that he would also be thrown out like this, and said angrily: "You fucking put me down! Are you a human?"

Hearing this, Feng Wujing tilted his head amusedly, pulled the person in his hand closer, and laughed softly: "Of course I'm not a human being, I'm a Demon Lord."

"Ah? Demon, Demon Lord..." The man seemed to be stupefied by fright, he opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak for a while facing the handsome face in front of him.

"That's right, Demon Lord." Feng Wujing's pupils were getting darker and darker, and the coercion emanating from his body was terrific, he grinned, "If you don't want to die, tell me now, which direction is the Demon Realm in?"

The man's face was pale with fright, his hands trembling, he raised his arms and pointed to the north.

Suddenly, he was put back on the seat heavily, and his empty thoughts suddenly came back, and the lingering coercion disappeared as the red-clothed boy turned and left. Sweating profusely.