Like the afterglow of the sunset, it fell on Wu Feng, who was gradually moving away, and the white clothes fluttered in the breeze. The landscape in the distance reflects this handsome figure, which has a rather desolate meaning.

The insects in the mountains seemed to be covered by a thin quilt and made a muffled sound, and Qiuzhu and Xia He had already been shocked by Wu Feng's behavior, but the two of them just lowered their heads and frowned, not knowing what they were thinking.

On the occasion of the tension between the little palace master and Wu Feng, Mo Shuang just looked at all this lightly. However, his heart was blocked in a panic - why did the life-saving benefactor who was amiable to him before, seem to have changed as if he was a different person the moment he learned that his spiritual power was insufficient, and spoke coldly to him, even at the expense of swords

He, what did he do wrong

"You...... You don't pay attention to him, he is like this, cloudy and uncertain, turning his face is faster than turning a book......" The little palace master tried to avoid looking at the man beside him with a pitiful gaze, and whispered relief.

Mo Shuang didn't speak, he secretly gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, swallowed back the blood foam that almost spurted out, and looked at the person who was inexplicably angry, feeling a little aggrieved in his heart. But he finally took a step towards the graceful and dangerous "beast".

The little palace master looked at the ink cream, and finally sighed out of the breath he had held back before - the heavens have always been not beautiful, but it is a pity that this intelligence and tenacity are a pity.

"Zuo Quan envoy ......," Mo Shuang, who walked behind Wu Feng, shouted in a low voice. However, Wu Feng didn't seem to hear it, and still turned his back to him.

"I ...... Am I really that bad...... Just because of what you said?"

Wu Feng didn't reply, let alone look back, only the cool wind blew the long hair and white clothes rippling leisurely.

After a long time, the man who had been standing still seemed to whisper, "I don't believe ......"

Ink Frost wasn't sure what he was talking about, just watched as Wu Feng turned around and saw a little red in front of him.

He...... Did you just cry...... Why the hell is ......? Mo Shuang looked at the extremely handsome but gloomy man in front of him, and he couldn't understand a little - why did this person care so much about his spiritual power? Just because his spiritual power was low, he was furious and so hurt?

What's wrong with low spiritual power? Is it that you can't eat or you can't speak? Or do you have to live with a crippled spirit from now on?

This man...... Isn't it a bit ......

Ink Cream suddenly felt ...... The other party's mood swings are too big, it shouldn't be their own problem, even if they have a little problem by the way, it's not a big problem;

Thinking so, Mo Shuang subconsciously divided Wu Feng into a category that might not be mentally normal.

Wu Feng didn't know what the surprised and extremely depressed person in front of him was thinking, let alone that he had become an abnormal person in the eyes of the other party.

He looked at Inkfrost faintly, then passed by him.

At that moment, Wu Feng was unwilling, and with his subjective consciousness he forced himself to think that the conclusion of all this was just the little palace master's eyes. Perhaps, the young master just needs to clear the bottleneck longer than others, and if you get through it, you will get better.

Therefore, in the days that followed, he did everything he could to "help" the young master.

After a few days, Mo Shuang was tortured by him to death, and the little palace master intervened in many ways, and even the two of them were almost splashed with blood on the spot, while the two maids could only watch helplessly as all this happened, powerless to stop it.

"Come here!"

On this day, Qiuzhu was still cooking when he heard his master's violence as usual. You don't have to think about it to know that it's shouted at Ink Cream.

After a few days of "help", the spirit of the ink cream is a little sluggish. He stood beside the tree and rubbed it hard, as if he wanted to use the small stem as his cover. But unfortunately, the tree pole was too thin to cover his tall body.

He felt a little bored in the past few days, but now he realized that the world he had hoped for was not much different from the rancid and moldy prison: the same suffering, the same torture, the same obscurity, and he, too, had to spend a long life in this terrible environment. He suddenly hated that he was born in the demon race, and if he was a member of the human race or other races with a shorter life, he might be much happier.

"But don't you come?" Wu Feng looked at the tall and tall man, trying to hide next to a small tree in an extremely cowardly posture that did not match, and he suddenly had a nameless fire, and there was lightning and thunder in his hand, and then a dazzling white light shook above the tree pole, and his face was scorched after the light and shadow exploded, and a cloud of sparks rose on it, and the sparks grew from small to large, and finally set the whole tree on fire.

The tree was hit, and the person holding it was not spared.

Ink Frost snorted at this thunderbolt, and there was suddenly another wound on his shoulder that exuded a slight burnt fragrance, competing with the deep and shallow magic scars in other places.

The man fell to the side, his heart filled with fear for the man.

"He's a madman! He's a madman!"

Mo Shuang shouted frantically in her heart, completely losing her gratitude for saving her life, and kept greeting Wu Feng's upper and lower families in her heart, and her body moved back on the ground with all her might—no! Stay away from him, stay away from him! Otherwise, I will be tortured to death by him!

Just as God had never heeded his wishes, this time his frustrated prayers were not answered in the slightest.

I saw Wu Feng striding forward, grabbing the other party's shoulder that was injured by lightning, and pinching it violently, lifting the person halfway.

The sharp pain sent a roar through his brain, but Ink Frost gritted his teeth and said nothing, he reached over his uninjured hand and tried to break the iron pincer that had imprisoned him, but after trying for a long time to nothing.

Finally, under the cold and cruel gaze of the other party, the nose of the person who had been devastated for days began to sour, and tears burst out of his eyes.

He had sworn in the worst of the dungeons that he would never let his persecutors rejoice in his tears, that they would no longer rejoice in his screams... But he never expected that today, he broke his oath.

The salty water slid down his face and into the corners of his mouth, and the man with a hint of bitterness in his mouth looked at the man who was beautiful on the outside, but a demon on the inside.

Ink Frost regrets believing that he is a good person, regrets thinking that he is a somewhat biased but still gentle person in most cases, he regrets knowing him, regrets wanting to cling to this group of people, regrets that he will naively think that this group of people who rescued him will give him a long-awaited paradise.

However, as everyone knows, heaven has not yet arrived, and he has entered the demon realm.

Wu Feng, who thought that the other party would burst into tears because of a little pain, stared at him with a disdainful gaze that the mud could not support the wall; the man's smile looked hideous in Ink Frost's eyes, and he put down his iron pincer-like hand; and then looked down at the man who collapsed to the ground with a posture of looking down on the world, and rudely raised his chin, forcing the other party to look up into his pale golden and cold eyes.

"The more you give in, the more you will be beaten. Don't you understand that?"

Wu Feng squatted down and whispered in Mo Shuang's ear in a cold voice: "If you fight back, there may be a glimmer of life, even if you can't beat it." ”

As if he had been bewitched, the regret in his eyes began to fade, the hatred in his eyes deepened, and a dark red appeared under his eyes; Ink Frost dared to look at the madman angrily, and if his gaze could kill people, then Wu Feng would have died a thousand times.

As if satisfied with the current expression of the person in front of him, Wu Feng hooked the corner of his mouth and slowly let go of the man's chin: "It's not too bad." You remember to me, demons, leave no waste. ”

Just when the cat was playing with the rats, a cold and bone-chilling wind hit, and Wu Feng's eyes moved, and he flashed back suddenly.

The ice spikes that lingered around the extremely freezing breath were nailed into the stone wall behind them, and the stones instantly began to crack with the ice spikes as the center, which showed the strength of the force.

Wu Feng looked at the stone, and frowned - the nosy man is back!

"What are you doing again?!" the little palace master ran over angrily.

Wu Feng turned around and smiled, just about to explain, only to feel that his waist was hugged violently, and he was dragged down!

The little palace master exclaimed, and was about to stretch out his hand to stop it, but after thinking about it, he scattered the ice picks that had just condensed, and after sighing, he walked to Qiuzhu Xiahe's side and took out the things he bought in the town to sort them out.

The three women were busy looking at the two people fighting together on the ground not far away;

The two men rolled into a ball at the moment.

Wu Feng did not use magic or exert all his strength, but like a ruffian and Mo Shuang, you punched and kicked each other, his white clothes were rolled into mud, and his long silver-gray hair that was neatly combed scattered all over the ground;

The hatred in Ink Frost's eyes was finally vented, and the fist that hit Wu Feng was unambiguous, but the madman opened his mouth to laugh, as if the punch was not hitting him, and the other party was just a child playing with him.

Mo Shuang saw that this man was not only a sick man, but also a thick-skinned lord, and he was furious at the moment, and he bit down without saying a word! Finally, the other party began to pay attention to his attack, and the smile did not stop and it was a miserable scream; frightened, the three women hurriedly asked the long and short.

Wu Feng waved his hand at them, indicating that it was all right.

Blood oozed across his shoulders, and Wu Feng's somewhat crazy expression slowly calmed down, he didn't struggle or scold, just lay down calmly, looking at the spotless sky above him.

Sensing that the person under him had calmed down, it happened that Ink Frost had almost vented his resentment towards him these days, so he gradually let go of the mouth that was biting the other party's shoulder. He rolled over and lay on his side, looking at the same sky.

There was no hustle and bustle around him, and it seemed extremely quiet, and Ink Cream's heart calmed down at this moment.

He looked at Wu Feng with a strange expression, guessing the reason why this person didn't do his best just now, but in the end he gave up, he felt that he couldn't understand the people around him, and he could never predict what that person would do next.

"If there's a remedy, I'll do it anyway. Ink Frost's deep eyes looked at Wu Feng's side face.

I don't know how long it took, the man moved, looked at his white and slender fingers, then clenched his fist, and said in a voice that could freeze the river: "In the demon world, those who have no spiritual power are wasters. What's more, you're still an amethyst frost. ”

"Born like this, I can't do anything about it. Ink Frost took a deep breath and said, her voice indistinguishing whether it was sadness or unwillingness.

"Calm down and think about it...... Maybe what the little palace master said was right. On the phoenix eyes on the side of Wu Feng's face, the silver-gray and somewhat thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes were immersed in shadows: "It's me who is too stubborn." ”