The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

Zhao Yusheng was silent for a long time, and then he suddenly smiled.

He didn't say anything, but patted Wang Que's arm and left alone.

Wang Que turned around and looked at Zhao Yusheng's back...

After a long time, Wang Que suddenly said: "Brother Yusheng, I hope I can see you in the battlefield of the void plane."

Zhao Yusheng paused, he didn't turn around, but raised his hand to offer the spirit sword and shook it in his palm.

Wang Que sighed in his heart when he saw this, and then turned around and returned to the courtyard.

Fate... always plays tricks on people.

In the evening, there was another knock on the door outside Wang Que's courtyard, and a familiar voice was heard along with the knock: "Brother Que, long time no see, I want to get you drunk tonight!"

Before Wang Que made any move, Jueyang's eyes flashed: "Han Xianlan?"

After a few breaths, Wang Que opened the door and punched the person outside the courtyard: "Han Xianlan, you want to get me drunk with your little alcohol tolerance? Haha, where is Brother Yanhua?"

When mentioning Mo Yanhua, the smile on Han Xianlan's face froze for a moment and then returned to normal: "Hey, who cares, we brothers I have to have a good drink today!"

"More than ten years ago, I heard that you became the Lord of the Northern Territory. Before I could find you to drink, you ran to the sea area. Who would have thought that you would be gone for more than ten years."

"I was planning to find you to drink after you came back, but who would have thought that you would turn into a Chongxu Great Power... Alas, you are so annoying. You are a Chongxu Great Power, and I am still a small Diqiao... I surrender."

Han Xianlan's talent is considered top-notch in Zige City. Even in the Northern Territory, his talent is considered top-notch.

But with such talent, he can only break through to the Diqiao now. This shows how difficult it is to practice!

Without a chance against the sky and without top-level luck, ordinary practitioners may not be able to step into the Renqiao in their lifetime. This is the real world of cultivation, this is the real cruelty!

"Hahaha." Wang Que laughed twice: "Don't worry, it's not that difficult to step into the sky bridge. If you hang out with me, I guarantee that you can step into the sky bridge within a year!"

Han Xianlan shook his head: "I can step into the sky bridge even if I don't hang out with you. I am in the top 50 in the Northern Territory Tianjiao Competition. I have the Tianjiao Order. When our Zhou Kingdom's Tianqiao Secret Realm opens tomorrow, it will be easy to step into the sky bridge?"

Wang Que looked at Mo Lingqing: "Next year will be the Northern Territory Tianjiao Competition?"

Mo Lingqing thought for a moment: "It seems so, I have forgotten about it."

Han Xianlan was speechless when he saw this: "Okay, you two don't sing the same tune, hurry up, put out the good wine and good food, today I will get you drunk first!"

Wang Que's unhappiness was swept away by Han Xianlan: "Okay, today I will make you drunk to the point that you can't walk!"

After a feast, Han Xianlan also complained bitterly after drinking too much.

As the young patriarch of the Han family in Zige City, he was under a lot of pressure. His father hoped that he could take up the banner as soon as possible, and his mother urged him to get married as soon as possible.

And he still had the flame of a dream in his heart. He longed to travel the world with a sword without restraint, and longed to be able to pass through the flowers like he did when he was young, without getting a single leaf on him.

Han Xianlan was talented and high-spirited back then, and he even made a "good story" that he would never sleep with the same woman twice.

But as time passed, the family's expectations of him became higher and higher, and there were restrictions everywhere, and he had to consider the family everywhere.

Like this drunkenness now... that was a rare luxury.

When he was drunk, Han Xianlan cried and laughed, and he also told Mo Yanhua's situation.

Mo Yanhua had a hidden disease on his body after returning from the Xiling Mountains.

And those hidden diseases were the places where the evil spirits turned into wooden thorns and pierced through.

Those wounds contained strange power, and even the ancestors of the Mo family were unable to heal them.

Over time, Mo Yanhua's body began to collapse, and his cultivation level declined instead of rising.

Just a few years ago, Mo Yanhua became a complete cripple, and his whole body was ulcerated. Now he can only lie in bed and rely on the spiritual power supplied by his parents and clansmen every day to maintain his life.

And Han Xianlan and Mo Yanhua... lived together, died together, slept in the same bed, and played with the same... cough cough.

So their relationship is really a close friend!

In the past ten or twenty years, Han Xianlan has taken time to check on Mo Yanhua's injuries almost every month. Since Mo Yanhua became a cripple... Every time he saw Mo Yanhua, Mo Yanhua begged him to kill himself!

He Mo Yanhua doesn't want to live like a garbage!

He Mo Yanhua has his own dignity!

After Mo Yanhua was abolished, his position as the young patriarch was naturally gone. Now, his younger brother Mo Yanyu has obtained the position of young patriarch.The position... [ps: For Mo Yanhua's hidden illness, please see the foreshadowing in Chapter 368, hehe, don't count the total words. ]

Wang Que was half sober after listening to Han Xianlan's description.

Zi Ge City, Xiling Mountains, evil spirits, Mu Teng Patriarch.........that was the cause left by his previous life.

Now that he has inherited the cause left by his previous life, he must naturally bear the consequences of the present.

The power of the evil spirit is indeed strange, and it is normal that the Mo family ancestor can't do anything.

If you want to get rid of those strange powers.....going there yourself is the best choice.

After helping the drunk Han Xianlan into the guest room, Wang Que straightened his sleeves and walked out of the room.

In the courtyard, Mo Lingqing looked at Wang Que: "The matter of Mo Yanhua..."

Wang Que pursed his lips: "I will solve it, it's not difficult."

Mo Lingqing nodded slightly: "Okay, but it seems that my husband is in a bad mood today..."

Wang Que smiled and took Mo Lingqing into his arms: "My husband is fine, my husband just suddenly feels a little emotional."

"What are you feeling?" Mo Lingqing raised her head: "The path of cultivation is like this. It is possible to spend ten years in seclusion once, and a hundred years is not impossible."

"The world is full of changes, and the world is just a few times of seclusion. If my husband is trapped because of this, then my husband's future path..."

Wang Que looked at the waning moon in the sky and whispered: "My husband knows this, but I don't know how to describe it now."

"If my husband has no blood, if my husband is just the son of an ordinary family, will my husband's future be the same as Brother Yu Sheng, Brother Xian Lan and Brother Yan Hua?"

"Brother Yu Sheng is also very talented, Brother Xian Lan is even more talented, although Brother Yan Hua is talented Slightly inferior, but much stronger than ordinary cultivators. "

"Now one of them has seen through the world, one is burdened by clan affairs, and the other has become a disabled person because of an expedition."

"I wonder if the changes in this world are really uncontrollable?"

"I have the artistic conception of fate, and my understanding of fate is deeper than yours."

"Is a person's fate destined from birth?"

"Some people say that this is fate."

"I believe it, but my understanding of this artistic conception of fate is to understand fate. 's unwillingness! "

"Since fate cannot be changed, then I will change my luck!"

"I don't believe it, and luck cannot be changed!"

"Using 'luck' to interfere with 'fate', is this 'fate' still a predetermined 'fate'?"

Wang Que shook his head and smiled: "I don't believe it."

"There is no destiny in this world, and there should be no destiny!"

After the voice fell, Wang Que looked at the waning moon in the sky and exuded a mysterious breath around his body. This breath... is the power of a new artistic conception!

In Wang Que's arms, Mo Lingqing was shocked: "Enlightenment?"

She did not move, just stayed quietly in Wang Que's arms.

Enlightenment is difficult, and enlightenment is also simple.

Some people may never enter the state of enlightenment once in their lives, and some people can enter the state of enlightenment by doing something casually...

Now Wang Que... is the first time to have an epiphany, and the artistic conception he realized this time will be...

[Woo woo woo, I have a cold, wipe it]