"Qingluan family Qingcheng Huang...... Isn't it a person of the world?" Nangong Fan got up from the ground with difficulty, just now he was indeed like an ant being dominated by the gods and a humble and weak life, although the scars on his body have been smoothed out by Qing Lian'er's comfort, but the wounds in his heart are never so easy to heal.

Nangong Fan clenched his fists and looked weakly at the two people walking side by side down the mountain, both of them were in Tsing Yi, like a pair made in heaven, and he could see the envious eyes of others looking at the two.

Nangong Fan licked the blood foam on the edge of his lips, his face was embarrassed, he felt this feeling of powerlessness for the first time, he was born not to say that he was unparalleled in the world, and there are few people on earth who can compare, how could he ever experience such contempt? Even when the prince came here, he didn't dare to do this to him. lives in all kinds of flattery on weekdays, even if the friends of the same generation of the black family, although they don't like him, they don't dare to show it in the open, which is really a great blow to him.

He hated the feeling of powerlessness and didn't want to feel it again. How could a man as proud as he allow others to take charge of his own life?

At this time, there is a seed planted in the depths of the soul, waiting for the opportunity to take root and sprout, and turn into a big tree in the sky.

After Nangong Fan got up, the boulder behind him made a dense "click" sound, and then there was a "boom" explosion, and countless stones burst out with the dense cracks before, scattering in all directions.

Nangong Fan didn't look back to look back, in the flying stones, in the boundless dust, with a heavy mind, with heavy steps, slowly walked down the road down the mountain.

No matter how much Nangong Fan motivates himself, after all, he is a little fresh who has not experienced many things, and when he is hit at this time, he is like a walking corpse and walks towards the road back to Heifu, all the way forward in the surprised eyes of countless people, all the way with a voice that only he can hear, softly and unwillingly, "Isn't it a person from the world?"

Two years ago, he was also so numb and heartbroken, like a walking corpse from the Black Mansion all the way to the top of the mountain, and now it happened to be the other way around.

Two years ago, in the faint moonlight, the beautiful green shadow used a soft drizzle and a cheerful tone to ease his sad and desperate mood at that time.

Now, with the same state, he walked back to Heifu from the top of the mountain, and there was no fairy-like girl who could ease his mood, so he could only bear everything alone, numbly walking back to his cabin, this space that belonged to him, no need to be afraid of the wound being seen, no need to be afraid of crying and being heard, just like a lone wolf, silently licking the bloody scars on his body in the shadows.

Who would have thought that the person who gave him the scars was the one who soothed his wounds and cheered him up two years ago.

Things are always so wonderful.

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In the small wooden house in front of the ancestral hall of Heifu, it is rare that there are no ancient scrolls on the wooden table, but the wine gourd still exudes the fragrance of wine and stands neatly on the wooden table, like a person with the ambition of Lingyun, swearing not to bend his head to death.

Hei Yuqing sat at the wooden table, only a palm-sized wooden token in his hand, which he flipped and played.

The front of the token outlines a large black letter full of majesty, and the reverse side outlines a looming secret letter.

The token emitted a faint black glow in Hei Yuqing's hand, and wisps of invisible power poured into Hei Yuqing's eyebrows.

Hei Yuqing's lazy gaze suddenly froze, his eyes flashed, and his mouth kept murmuring, "Ze'er has been hit?

Hei Yuqing put down the token and looked up at the sky, with a strong sense of sorrow and fighting spirit in his eyes, "If you are really gods and live in the so-called god realm, I, Hei Yuqing, will also pull you to the mortal realm." ”

"Isn't it a man of the world?...... Qingluan Family...... Wait for me...... I'm going to kill Hei Yuqing. ”

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All martial arts sects should have some contact with Zhihai, but Nangong Fan has never controlled his Zhihai, as if something is subconsciously blocking his own prying.

At this time, when Nangong Fan saw Qingcheng Huang and Qinglian'er entering the boat together, the blue phantom wrapped in silk threads began to struggle violently, his closed eyes seemed to be about to open, and a sharp aura spread out on the phantom's body, as if he wanted to cut off the silk threads that bound him.

The virtual body of the blood demon son sat on a conjured bench, lazily watching the scene in front of him. The silk thread bloomed with milky white light, restraining the struggling blue phantom, shaking its small head lightly, revealing a look of watching the play, "Tsk, the feeling of the outside world is like being there in person, what a mysterious soul method." You really shouldn't wake up so early, and when the two memories collide, will you still be able to recognize who you are? ”

The evil laugh of the blood demon son "Ji Ji" twice, and with a light tap of his tiny fingers, the blood light surged out, and the white silk thread was filled with a circle of blood, like a cocoon, waiting for the day when he turned into a butterfly.

"This kid with Qingluan's blood in his body is not bad, at least he didn't force this seat to force his shot, and this seat is a soul, but he can't stand the toss.

He's meowing, the star realm kid who doesn't know the height of the sky and the earth, does he insist on forcing this seat to make a move?

Not...... This little girl with the blood of the green dragon is not bad, and this seat can't waste the number of shots on this kind of ant. The Star Realm that is less than 100 years old is worthy of the blood of the Green Dragon, and it is worthy of the Imperial Family.

This little girl is not bad to give Nangong Fan, this kid as a town girl.

Isn't it a person of the world? The Qingluan family can't afford to mess with it? Interesting, interesting. ......"

The blood demon laughed a little crazy, like a demon who had been sleeping for many years, and finally woke up to reveal his signature eerie smile, and finally could cause trouble in the world. Looking at the violently trembling blood cocoon, there was more mockery and fiery in his eyes.

"Blood demon, you old fellow, have you slept for billions of years and slept stupidly in your brain? An old voice came from the transparent silk thread, slowly echoing in Nangong Fan's sea of knowledge.

The Blood Demon Son smiled, his face was full of embarrassment, and he roared angrily, "National Teacher, do you have any weird habits that like to eavesdrop on people?"

It's just that the national teacher in his mouth didn't respond to him anymore.

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On the bank of the Yangtze River, there are guests next to the fishing old man.

The guest was a handsome young man dressed in cool clothes, shirtless, and his smooth body made most women in the world jealous. The long legs were covered with a blanket made entirely of golden feathers that reflected a harsh glow in the sun. It's like there's another sun out of thin air on the ground.

The first impression of the young man is that he is a noble man in the game world. He had a faint smile on his face, making people feel like a spring breeze, holding a wooden pole in his hand, fishing the Yangtze River with the old man, just looking at his lazy appearance, obviously not taking fishing to heart.

"Lao Jiu is indeed not from the same world as them. The handsome man's lips opened slightly, and his voice revealed a hint of laziness, as if everything in the world was not in his eyes, "That kid stimulated Lao Jiu and it was a bit of an effect." Second child, you spend more time on Lao Jiu than you do on fishing. With the blood demon here, how much of a problem can it be, why don't you go out with me to fight the world and marry him with three thousand beauties? ”

"You are really willing to marry three thousand beauties, and the people of your imperial clan will definitely take out their old bottom to accompany you to fight a huge country.

They called me lazy, and I said you were the boss who was lazier than me. Let's talk about fishing. Those who wish to take the bait.

Lao Jiu was stimulated this time, and the source of the crime lies in your imperial clan. You have to make amends on behalf of the Imperial Family. Otherwise, I'll break into your Imperial Clan and see if your Imperial Clan is as tough as rumored.

Well...... It's not a person of the world, it's a good thing to say, it's a good thing. The old fisherman spoke softly, and responded softly to the handsome young man beside him, with a sneer flashing in his eyes, if he said so, how many people in this world could be the same world as him? Even he had never said such words to anyone.

"It is worthy of being the teacher of the founding of the dynasty, and it is worthy of being the teacher of the emperor, and his words are hard!" The handsome man stretched his waist and slowly gave a thumbs up with his right hand, but the tone was a little out of tune, and the sudden words turned sharp, and the essence flashed in his eyes, "There is no simple one of those magic sticks that we look down on." ”

The old fisherman's eyes were full of banter, but the unbaitless hook trembled slightly at this time, and the old man's eyes flashed with excitement, and he threw the boss in his mouth aside, and with a sharp flick of the fishing rod, a seven-colored rainbow flashed on the rusty fishing hook.

The rainbow was trembling slightly, like a very spiritual fish, the seven-colored light was flowing wildly, but it couldn't break free from the shackles of the fish hook, the old man pulled the fishing rod to his side, and the rainbow stopped trembling, as if there was no life.

The old man showed a loving smile in his eyes, his thin fingers easily passed through the rainbow, as if there was really nothing in it, the old man's expression remained unchanged, the light flowed between his fingers, and the still seven-colored light group trembled irrepressibly twice, and his body seemed to be getting thinner and thinner, and it seemed to turn into foam at any time under the light of the sun.

The old man moaned softly, and the moaning was full of comfort and comfort, and even the folds on his face seemed to have disappeared a lot.

The handsome man's face was a little envious, but he still held his breath and stared on the side, as if he was afraid of disturbing the old man.

The essence rose from the depths of the old man's pupils, which seemed to be more dazzling than the sun, but it was fleeting and quickly disappeared.

The old man's fingertips surged with strange power, and the rainbow creature came with a soft groan, and the thin body flowed with colorful brilliance, which seemed to be full of strange vitality.

The old man stretched out his other hand and touched his right hand lovingly, and his left hand was gently raised, and the rainbow turned into a streamer in the sun and dissipated without a shadow.

The old man gently put the fish hook into the river again, his eyes were full of interest, and he whispered, "The old man doesn't mind playing with them." ”