Sang Zhefeng felt as if he was being stuffed into a huge washing machine, and his body was dangling there, and he had no ability to resist at all. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If it were an ordinary person, Bacheng would just shout in a panic, and then let this drum washing machine feel confuse him. But Sang Zhefeng didn't do this at all, he hugged his limbs as tightly as he could, so that he wouldn't vomit because of the feeling.

This feeling didn't last too long, it was only about ten seconds, and Sang Zhefeng directly felt as if he had been thrown out of the air and then fell.

He quickly adjusted his body - but it didn't look like he had been thrown into the air, he didn't have time to adjust before he fell to the ground.

The impact was really not small—Sang Zhefeng only felt like he had been thrown to the ground by a giant, and his internal organs were violently shaken.

He felt a sweetness in his throat, then opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth.

Although he has mastered the truth about this part of the world, if you look at the body alone, he is still within the scope of human beings, and it is already very difficult to resist such a situation.

Sang Zhefeng coughed twice, and there was no pain in his whole body, but he didn't relax his body, but directly manipulated his bright red vines to bounce himself up.

And the next moment he bounced himself, a black spear popped out of the place where he had been.

The man was there at the same time.

It seems that if it is purely physical, this guy is stronger.

Sang Zhefeng rolled twice in embarrassment, and finally stopped leaning on his vines.

He gasped for breath as he looked at the man with the spear in front of him, and looked at the scenery around him.

It's a very beautiful prairie -- no, a garden, more accurately.

There are flowers everywhere, all kinds of flowers, all kinds of colors, all kinds of things, the faint fragrance wafting in the air, and the golden sunlight sprinkled on these flowers, making this place even more dreamy and beautiful.

It's a paradise for flowers.

As if seeing Sang Zhefeng's gaze, the man with the gun didn't do it directly, he just looked around and said with some nostalgia: "This is the garden I prepared for her...... I have been preparing for her for 700 years. ”

Sang Zhefeng's brow twitched upward, but he didn't speak.

"She loved it the most...... We're here to laugh together...... Yes...... It was a long time ago......"

The man's words seemed to be a little inseparable, and he seemed to be recalling something, and finally, he looked at Sang Zhefeng and said, "You don't know the cause and effect of the incident at all. You don't even know how much I love her. I don't know how you met her, and how much you fell in love with her, but I tell you, you can't ......."

"Please wait a minute."

Sang Zhefeng raised a hand, interrupting the chatter of the man in front of him.

The man frowned and looked at him.

"Let me ask first, what's your name?"

Sang Zhefeng said with a smile.

"Me?" The man frowned and said, "My name is Mokharin." ”

"Mokarin? Good name. ”

Sang Zhefeng smiled, and then said. Then he raised his hand, pointed at Moklarin, and said, "I know what you're trying to say, and I know what the sorrow you think is—every time Curl falls in love with someone, she resets - that's why you haven't succeeded in making her fall in love with you." ”

Mokarin's pupils contracted suddenly, his body trembled subconsciously, and the way he looked at Sang Zhefeng became strange.

"Are you ...... too?"

Mokarin's body trembled a little.

"No, no, no, you're still wrong."

Sang Zhefeng shrugged his shoulders and smiled wickedly.

"Curry's setting is for her to inherit better...... Well...... I, yes, inherit [me]. Sang Zhefeng seemed to weigh his words for a moment, and said, "Then why should I let go of all this for the sake of someone I don't know?" ”

Mokarin listened to Sanzhe's words, and his figure began to tremble.

"You...... What do you mean? ”

He asked, a little surprised.

"Me? What I mean is very simple - Curr, that girl is going to inherit [me], and if she doesn't, sooner or later her body and soul will not be able to stand it. Sang Zhefeng said with a nonchalant face, "I'm just in case." ”

Mokalin was silent for a moment.

"You did all this?"

"Pretty much."

"You arranged everything?"

"It can be understood that way."

“…… Our love is also ......"

"Who cares about you?"

Sang Zhefeng said mockingly.

Mokalin was silent, and then an angry look slowly appeared on his face.

"Is everything we do just boring in your eyes?"

He seemed to be suppressing his anger, gritting his teeth and speaking to Sang Zhefeng.

"No, no, no, you're thinking too much--I'm still quite concerned about Ku'er's affairs, yes--but are you......"

Sang Zhefeng grinned and said to him, "What kind of thing are you?" ”

"Yes...... the man muttered, and then his body turned into something like lightning, and he rushed forward.

Sang Zhefeng narrowed his brows slightly, and the red vines beside him began to spin wildly. Directly collided with the black shadow.

A violent tremor spread from the confrontation between the two men, shattering the surrounding flowers and plants.

"But you're not qualified to touch her love at all!"

Mokalin had a hideous expression on his face, and he waved his spear wildly in his hand, and the black light constantly flashed on the tip of his spear, as if it was cutting through space and time.

He seems to have used everything he has to kill the man in front of him.

Sang Zhefeng looked at the man in front of him, who was almost in a state of madness, and was silent for a moment.

"How can you possibly give her the love she deserves?"

Sang Zhefeng muttered. (To be continued.) )