These days, because of her, she is hiding like a street mouse, and the good impression she accumulated for Hang Weiyue has long been gone, and even how much she liked her before, how much she hates her now.

It was her business to die herself, so why should she take them with her?

If it weren't for her to provoke the eldest lady for no reason, as for making it like this.

Now that I think about it, the eldest lady is just a little more delicate, but she is much better than her.

And the door owner.

Snort, the bullshit master is just an ungrateful white-eyed wolf, ignoring the cultivation grace of the former door master, because of a trivial matter, he abolished the eldest lady's hand and issued a chase and kill order.

It's ruthless enough, but it's a pity it's too stupid.

The disciples were full of resentment.

The back door suddenly opened, and a disciple quickly rushed in, looked outside the door, and closed the door with confidence after making sure that no one was following.

Carrying a bag, he said, "I've bought the food, everyone come and eat." ”

The disciples had long been hungry with their chests and backs.

They couldn't wait to catch up, but as soon as they opened the bag, their disappointment was overflowing.

"Why are you steamed buns again?"

"I'm about to vomit when I eat, whoever likes to eat eats eats."

The disciple who bought it had a bitter face: "No way, go out a little bit, someone will be looking for us." Let's eat it alive, so that we can fill our stomachs. ”

Still, several of them stepped aside, refusing to eat even when they were hungry.

The door to the main house suddenly opened.

Feng Ze walked out with Hang Weiyue, who was weak and couldn't help the wind.

As soon as she looked at the steamed bun, Hang Weiyue's eyes flashed with disgust: "Forget it, I'm not hungry." ”

As he spoke, he pushed Feng Ze away and walked back, Feng Ze twisted his eyebrows and grabbed her.

"Yue'er, you wait, I'll go out and find you something delicious."

The disciples who had eaten the steamed buns rolled their eyes, and suddenly felt that the steamed buns in their hands were even more difficult to swallow.

"Master, since you are out, why don't you buy more food and come back." A disciple who refused to eat steamed buns laughed and said, "We can't eat steamed buns either." ”

"Nope." Feng Ze directly refused: "That goal is too big." ”

I was very unhappy from the bottom of my heart.

He is the master of the door, and these people actually ordered him, and they don't understand the dignity and humility at all.

After righteous reprimands, he walked straight out the door.

I didn't see the disciples suddenly become gloomy and gloomy.

They silently communicated with each other, and there was a faint murderous aura flowing in the air.

Suddenly, I heard Feng Ze's shout from the back door: "Who are you, what do you want to do when you stand outside the door sneakily?" ”

The disciples couldn't care about being angry anymore, they all stood up nervously, ran to the back door, and their hands were already pressed on the weapons at their waists, ready to attack.

But what I saw was a different picture.

Outside the dilapidated wooden door, stood a weak scholar, dressed in a scribe's robe, with a cloth towel tied around his head, and a wolf's hair in his hand.

The emaciated ones are like a gust of wind that can blow them down.

The disciples breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time couldn't help but complain about Feng Ze's fuss.

But I didn't know that Feng Ze had a feeling of cold hair standing on end when he saw this person.

Dangerous!

Dangerous!

His brain was spinning rapidly, but he couldn't find anyone in the martial arts who matched this image.

There is more than one Chinese warrior in Wulin, but none of them are wolf-haired.

The scribe looked at him violently, the ancient well was not wavering, and the curvature of the corners of his lips was just right: "May I ask if this is Mr. Fengze's residence?" ”

Looking for him?

Feng Ze's pupils shrank, and he quietly grasped the handle of the knife: "No! ”

"Oh." The scribe nodded: "Yes, it seems that I am not mistaken." ”

Kaze: ??

He was almost about to scold his father.

Are you deaf, he said "no"!

But the feeling of danger is even greater.

His grip on the hilt of the knife was already sweating, and he slowly pulled the knife out.

The scribe looked at the little movements he thought no one could see, and there was a smile in his eyes.

is still powerless, the empty door is wide open, and he does not defend or attack.

Feng Ze is already murderous.

It doesn't matter what you are, whether you have martial arts or not, when you see him today, you are destined not to leave alive.

Say it's too late, then it's too fast.

A silver light flashed, Feng Ze jumped up, and the sword light cut through the sky like practice.

Hit the scholar on the head.

He didn't see it, the scholar's eyes instantly turned cold, and the corners of his mouth also hooked up the arc of evil energy.

"Why are you so anxious, you can't be patient and listen to the Dharma Protector. It's really ......" The scholar picked up the wolf hair and waved it easily: "Damn it!" ”

The knife was barely an inch above his head.

Feng Ze's heart jumped, his wrist flipped over, and he instinctively swung the knife out.

At the same time, he dodged to the side.

Bite!

With a soft thud, his knife seemed to block something.

His hand trembled slightly, and his arm was numb.

He looked sideways and saw dozens of cow-hair-like filaments inserted into the ground, and the ground instantly turned black.

It's highly toxic!

Kaze's face was shocked, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like if this thing was inserted into his body.

I'm afraid I'm going to die on the spot.

He raised twelve points of caution to this scholar who seemed to be weak.

"Who the hell are you?!"

The disciples also reacted and ran out together to surround the scribes.

Yo, to bully less?

The scribe was not only not afraid, but even leisurely turned the wolf's hair on his fingertips.

Wen Zhen said politely: "Xiaosheng is not talented, his name is Mengshu, the words are written, and his friends in the rivers and lakes give face, and he takes a nickname, and he is a bloody scholar." ”

Bloody Book...... Scholar?

Including Feng Ze's face, his face changed, and if he looked closely, he could see the horror in his eyes.

Bloody Scholar, isn't that the left protector of the Bloody Clothes Palace?

One of the top ten killing gods in martial arts.

Originally a showman, but later because of the injustice of the imperial court, he abandoned his pen and joined the martial arts, as a martial artist, but he hated impulsive martial arts the most, his temper was eccentric and ruthless, and he said that if he killed, he would kill people, and seventy percent of the people who died under him did not know where he had committed his taboo.

Isn't his weapon a golden book, though? How did it turn into a pen.

The pages of the book flew out, cutting off people's necks like hidden weapons, bringing out large patches of blood, so it was named the Bloody Scholar.

If they saw his iconic golden book, they would definitely run away without looking back, so that they would not be stupid enough to confront this killing god.

Sensing that everyone's eyes fell on his pen, he hugged it like a bloody scholar's baby, with a worried face: "Xiaosheng's Xiaojin was ruined by a barbarian woman, and I regret that I can't let you see it for the last time." In the future, only Xiao Hao will accompany Xiao Sheng. ”

Savage Woman: ......

Ahh

Which one is scolding the deity?

She stood on the crowded street, listening carefully to Maotuan's directions.

"Turn left ahead, third alley ......"

Yun Yu took note carefully, grabbed Rong Shu's wrist, totoed, flew up, and ran wildly on the roof, like parkour.

If anyone sees it, they will see that she is moving towards a place with a purpose.

And it's getting closer.

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I'm sorry, I didn't brake the brakes, and the plot was written too much.

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