has a strategy, and there are millions of male soldiers at the point, talking and laughing at the world, and taking responsibility.

When everyone enters the game, only the strategist must be calm and find the only chance of life from the situation of ten deaths.

Before today, Wang Anfeng had never thought that there were strategists who looked like this.

There is no lupine scarf, only a two-meter-five Daqin Mo knife.

Arbitrarily chivalrous.

Heroic and uninhibited.

"Anfeng, one more."

There was a shout in his ears, Wang Anfeng took the pottery bowl in Bailifeng's hand, turned around to scoop rice, the wooden spoon in his hand had touched the bottom of the pot, and sighed faintly.

It's also very edible.

Because he met Xue Qinshuang, and he didn't want to go about Baili Feng. At noon, he invited the two to his home and said they would have a light meal.

Originally, the stove was served, and I was going to buy a new one.

And the reason why it's still the old pot here now is because of a sloppy Confucian student with no face and no skin.

As soon as he handed the rice to Bailifeng, an empty bowl was handed over next to him.

The gray-clothed Confucian raised his chin slightly, glanced at Baili Feng with smug disdain, stretched out his left hand and lowered his five fingers, indicating that he had eaten five bowls of rice, so angry that Bai Li Feng snorted coldly, and the chopsticks were flying, and the rice in the rice bowl fell at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Confucian student smiled, his mouth made a disdainful sound, and then looked at Wang Anfeng with a shy face, and said hesitantly:

"Little madman, come, another bowl."

Looking at the cheeky and smiling face, Wang An couldn't help but slap the porcelain bowl in his hand on his face.

snatched the rice bowl with a bang, and turned around to serve him rice with a sigh of relief.

Xue Qinshuang's eyes flowed, looked at Wang Anfeng with a black face, and said with a smile:

"Master Ni, cultivation is not low......

Confucian took the rice, and the smile on his face was as simple as that of an old farmer with a good harvest, and he replied:

"So-so, so-so......"

The girl bowed slightly, and said with a smile:

Then why is the Master so ...... Well. ”

The voice paused slightly, but the eyes fell on the porcelain bowl in Confucius's hand, although she didn't continue, but everyone already knew what she meant.

Now that he is already a master.

Why can you still be so cheeky to rub the rice of the three teenagers?

The tone was playful, not like an accusation, but like an acquaintance's joke, Confucian Sheng stuffed a piece of white radish pickles into his mouth, chewed it in a big gulp, swallowed it, and exhaled happily, but then his eyebrows collapsed, and he let out a long sigh, and said:

"No way...... I can't get out! ”

"Just nineteen years, three hundred and fifty-seven days, eleven hours, three quarters and seven minutes ago, I made a bet with someone, if I lost, I would stay here, and if I wanted to get out, I had to meet two conditions."

"One of them is to stay for twenty years."

The three of them heard him remember this time clearly, it was accurate to the time and time of the day, and the extent that they came when they opened their mouths, their hearts were slightly cold, and Baili Feng swallowed the food in his mouth, and said:

"Look at you like this, I hate that person a lot, it's really a little family!"

Ni Fuzi rolled his eyes, raised his hand, and said:

"I am willing to gamble and lose, it is justified, I hate a fart."

"Just staying in one place for almost twenty years, alas, this place, I don't want to stay for a moment! I think about walking, I think about eating, and even when I sleep, I dream about going out. ”

"I'll go out as soon as the time comes."

"I don't want to stay here for a breath."

Thinking about it, he took another radish strip in his mouth and bit it hard, as if he wanted to vent his suffocation.

Baili Feng raised his head and said strangely:

"The person who bet against you took something precious from you, and you can't leave?"

"I'm all in one, what's there?"

"Did he feed you poison, or did he put a knife around your neck and forbade you to go out?"

Confucian looked at Baili Feng, who was full of curiosity and eagerness, rolled his eyes, and said.

"None of them."

"He just broke a branch and drew a line at the entrance of the palace."

Baili Feng's face was full of strangeness, looked at him, and said:

"Just one line has trapped you for twenty years, and you are too serious."

"Twenty years, that line has been trampled on."

Ni Fuzi smiled, heard the words and did not answer, his eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes suddenly became deep, and he had a somewhat indescribable extraordinary demeanor, he was silent for a few breaths, but only said:

"Hey, kid talk ......"

"If I run away, I will really lose completely."

The three of them didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but seeing that he seemed to be in a low mood, Baili Feng opened his mouth and said with relief: "Oh, don't feel bad." ”

"Although it's a bit stupid, but people can't stand without faith, you can wait like this for twenty years, you can be regarded as a man......"

Suddenly found that it seemed inappropriate to say this, paused slightly, thought of something, his eyes lit up slightly, slapped the table, and said:

"In this way, the day you can go out is just Mr. Zhao's 80th birthday, and everyone can go to have a meal."

"Why don't you go together, and I'll invite you."

"You please ......"

Ni Fuzi seemed to be choked by these shameless words, but Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, he first came to help the wind, and he didn't know this old Mr. Zhao, Xue Qinshuang looked at him, and said with a smile:

"Fufeng Jianghu famous, Zhao Zheng's predecessors, became famous when he was young, jealous and hateful, and ran rampant Fufeng with a body of foreign skills, his talent is outstanding, plus some adventures in the rivers and lakes, at the age of twenty-five into the third grade, at the age of forty-six into the fourth grade."

"After more than 30 years of diligent cultivation, he has never broken through, but presumably his horizontal practice has been polished and mellowed."

"It's a rare hand."

Wang Anfeng bowed slightly, and understood in his heart, but at this time, he caught a glimpse of the girl's brown eyes shining slightly, as if there was a trace of scorching and dazzling brilliance, and his heart suddenly appeared, and doubts emerged.

She is also a newcomer to Fufeng, why is she so familiar with these older generation of good players?

I couldn't help but think of the girl's warlike and undefeated reputation in this generation, and suddenly a ridiculous idea arose.

Is she going to beat all those opponents who deserve a fight once after the breakthrough?

The boy shook his head and threw this ridiculous thought out of his mind, only saying that he was thinking about it.

Think about it carefully, these children of the Jianghu family want to go to a new place to experience, how can they not inquire about the masters of the rivers and lakes in advance?

Like myself, there are only a few who fall headlong into it.

At this time, the girl's voice paused slightly, her tone remained unchanged, and she laughed softly:

"The older generation in Fufeng is considered to be famous, so they are naturally qualified to open this flowing water seat."

The young man quietly peeked at it, only to feel that the pair of brown eyes were clear and clear, but there was no feeling that he was like a sword, Xue Qinshuang found his gaze, measured it slightly, smiled toothily, and fell generously.

The four people present are all martial arts practitioners, and the amount of food is far from being comparable to ordinary people, a meal, while laughing and chatting while eating, when they separated, it was almost dusk, and the young man ate cleanly, even if the rat went in, he had to run away with two big bubbles of tears, and Bailifeng and Confucian only said that they had eaten seven points full.

One is long and one is less, while picking his teeth, he is gone, but the relationship seems to be much better.

Wang Anfeng looked at their backs, angry and funny, Xue Qinshuang chuckled lightly, and said:

"Your friend, that's funny......"

The young man was slightly stunned, and subconsciously wanted to bury the Confucian student, but a gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he bowed his head lightly, and said:

"Uh-huh......"

Since Chinese New Year's Eve, it is the first time that 'home' has been so lively.

Suddenly remembering something in his mind, the young man hesitated slightly, but he really cared, so he said casually in that ordinary tone:

"Brother Xue, when are you going to challenge Senior Zhao Zheng?"

The girl tilted her head to look at him, the corners of her mouth raised.

"Five Grades ......"

"It's hard for you to endure it for so long before asking."

Wang Anfeng scratched his head a little embarrassedly and said:

"You can see it."

The voice paused slightly, and the ridiculous thought in his chest churned, and after hesitating for a moment, he still spoke:

"Are you really going to ......"

"Well, push this life sideways."

Wang Anfeng wanted to say that he would defeat those masters of the older generation, but what the girl said, not only was ten times more arrogant than he thought, and he couldn't help but breathe, the girl turned to look at the sunset, her steps turned lightly, and she looked at Wang Anfeng head-on, her black hair on her temples was slightly raised, and she looked at Wang Anfeng with a pair of brown eyes, and said:

"Defeat the masters of this world and rise above the top of the martial arts."

"Before that, I will never think about any kinship, children's love."

When he said this, the sunset had already appeared on the horizon, and the afterglow of the sunset was like blood, circulating in the girl's clear brown pupils, and also rubbing a layer of red light on her face.

His lips opened, his brain twitched, and the ghost said:

"Then what are the requirements of the person you are considering the love of children?"

The words had already been spoken, and only then did he know what he had said, his face was flushed, and the hot ground was terrifying, but at this time, the sky happened to be sunset, and the light was red, so that the young man's face was covered, Xue Qinshuang was slightly stunned, and then looked Wang Anfeng up and down thoughtfully.

The folding fan in his right hand snapped open, covering the corners of his upturned mouth, revealing only a pair of radiant eyes, restraining the funny meaning in his heart, and not laughing out loud.

She is obsessed with martial arts and has no interest in the fact of love.

There were several ways to refuse in his mind, and because he had a good sense of Wang Anfeng, he was both a friend and a future opponent, so he chose the one that did less damage.

The folding fan in his hand snapped lightly, but at this time Wang Anfeng was still flushed, and he looked away, the girl coughed, but she didn't attract it, frowned slightly, and simply strode two steps to the young man's side, the fan was held on the young man's chin, and he lifted it slightly hard, so that he and himself looked at each other, looking at those clean eyes, the corners of his mouth were raised, word by word, and said:

"Hit."

"Win."

"I ......"

PS: Long chapters are presented...... A little late, sorry ha......