In the past, Bai Wufang was at most sad about his misfortune and angry with him, but now, he was really angry, and even said it with his own feelings.

Facing the reprimand of splitting his head and covering his face, Mu Wanfeng's expression was flat, and he raised his eyes to look at his face that was flushed due to excessive anger.

"Rest assured, there won't be a next time. ”

Hearing this, Bai Wufang suddenly lost his temper, the change was too sudden, and he couldn't find a reason to scold two more sentences.

There was silence for a while before he spoke, "Where have you been this time?"

Mu Wanfeng didn't hide it: "Yuntian Palace." ”

Bai Wufang frowned: "Went to see Wan Beichen?"

Mu Wanfeng shook his head: "I left something behind, went to Tianquan Peak by the way, and killed two people." ”

Bai Wufang's heart moved, and he faintly guessed, but he still asked, "Who?"

"Huo Ying, Li Changfeng," the corners of Mu Wanfeng's mouth hooked, and then said: "It should have been left to you to do it yourself, but I couldn't hold back for a while." ”

Bai Wufang couldn't see the joy and sorrow on his face, and said calmly: "It's okay, you can do the same." ”

"Why?" Mu Wanfeng looked him in the eye: "I don't understand, why is it the same?"

In the Xuantian Secret Realm, Mu Wanfeng had asked the same question, and later learned that Xue Wuxian was white and flawless, and he blamed the reason on the friendship of life and death, so he didn't mention it again.

Even if it is a friend of life and death, there are boundaries that should be there, and there is a degree of relaxation, and you won't worry about everything. Wine can be drunk in one cup, but rice is not eaten in one bowl.

And Bai Wuflawless seemed too intimate to him, and he had something he shouldn't have.

It's like intimate clothing, no matter how good the relationship between friends is, they won't be handed over to the other party to wash.

Bai Wufang raised his eyebrows and said, "Kill them all, what do you want me to say? I'll kill them again?"

Mu Wanfeng understood that he was taking things out of context and deliberately avoiding them, but he couldn't find a reason to refute them. Moreover, he was reluctant to say that Ren Mu Wanfeng had a ruler or a needle in the sea, and he couldn't open his mouth.

"You can rest first, and if you have something to tell you to come and call me. ”

In the next period of time, Mu Wanfeng was really as promised, a lot more honest, and stayed in the Blood Sword Hall and didn't go anywhere.

More than half a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and Xiang Xuelan's wedding date is approaching, and it is estimated that it will only be a few days.

Mu Wanfeng was still in the Blood Sword Hall, not crying or making trouble, keeping to herself, and no abnormal behavior, which made Bai Wufang somewhat comforted.

However, Mu Wanfeng's calm attitude made him worry, and he began to suffer from gains and losses, for fear that this was the calm before the storm.

In the past few days, he has been restless, he can't walk, he can't sit, and finally summoned the people from the dark group.

In the stone room, Bai Wufang looked at a few masked people who leaned over slightly, respectfully waiting for their orders.

"You take people to guard outside, and report any situation in time. ”

Speaking of this, he paused, then his eyes narrowed slightly, and when he opened his mouth again, it was already full of murderous intent.

"If there is anyone who comes, it is not someone I teach, and it will be killed!"

"Yes, Childe. ”

The masked men answered in unison and took the order.

Since the few people left, Bai Wufang sat in the stone room and wrinkled his eyebrows and pondered, countless possible situations floated in his mind, and how to deal with them when the time came.

By the time he came back to his senses again, a long time had passed.

He sighed helplessly and smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's really not like myself anymore~"

And Mu Wanfeng, although he has made up his mind to break with the past, but if he wants to forget the past, how can it happen overnight?

Knowing that things are irreparable and irretrievable, he just can't control himself and doesn't think about the marriage.

Therefore, he can only deceive himself and find things to do for himself, so as to cover up his restless emotions.

In the canyon of the Blood Sword Hall, the river was turbulent, rushing and I don't know where it leads, and where the end is.

A foot above the river, Mu Wanfeng stepped on a thousand feet, floating there, staring ahead without squinting. The occasional rolling wave could wet the corners of his clothes.

In the river of rice, dogs swim around. Hanlu and Rouge stood still in the distance, staring at this side.

Chu Bixia didn't know what to do, and Mu Wanfeng didn't see her when she came back.

Wen Yi carried a mountain opening axe recently built by Mu Wanfeng, sank down, and then flew up and slashed from behind Mu Wanfeng.

Wen Er also brandished the spirit sword, borrowing the wind, and his figure suddenly approached Mu Wanfeng.

Wen Sanyi held a sword in his hand and drew a talisman in the void in one hand. The drawn rune did not disperse, and when Wen Yi's axe fell, it suddenly moved.

The water of the river suddenly jumped up, forming four water snakes, imprisoning Mu Wanfeng's hands and feet.

Wen Er deceived him and stabbed him with a sword.

On the side of Mu Wanfeng's body, Wen Yi and Wen Er's attacks just missed him before and after. Moreover, he also took the opportunity to use the attack of the two to break the water snake wrapped around his wrist.

After getting out of trouble, he slapped one by one and flew Wen Yi and Wen Er out.

At this moment, Wen San suddenly appeared beside him, and a sword was in his head, and he slashed down extremely quickly.

Mu Wanfeng was slightly surprised, no wonder with Wen Er's temperament, he would go to the front, with the original intention of blocking his sight and giving Wen San a chance.

Unable to avoid it, he controlled Qianjun and quickly rose from under his feet, blocking Wen San's spirit sword.

Boom!

After a crash, Qianjun spun around and slapped on Wen San.

Who knew that the moment the sword body touched Wen San, his whole body surged with Dao brilliance, and countless arrows formed by the wind popped out in all directions.

Rao is Mu Wanfeng dodged in time, and he couldn't help but hit a few.

However, the arrows had little effect, and only pierced through his clothes, and did not even scratch his flesh and skin, and then vanished.

"Come again!"

Mu Wanfeng was in high spirits and yelled at the three of them.

Wen San straightened his clothes and looked at Mu Wanfeng with a numb expression.

He has been abused all day since the early hours of the morning.

Why?

It's forced by life!

If life bullies you, you must not give up on yourself, and one day you will find that you will get used to it.

Forget it, who let him have no woman? I can only stick a knife in my friend's ribs, and let my friend stick two knives in myself.

With the same feeling as going to the grave, he rushed up again generously and righteously, offering his flesh.

Come on, friend!

Come on** me!

You are a boat in the wind and rain, I am your gentle harbor, you are the smoke rising from the cooking, I am the cooked rice lying flat in the boiler, you are the hungry idiot in the color, I am the delicate peony among the flowers.

Oh~ I'll raise my ass and stand on tiptoe for you.

Ah~ I will offer you a song, and the clouds and rain will linger.

Come on, Brother Feng, cross me!

Bang!

Wen San was once again slapped away by Mu Wanfeng.

He flew up from the river, rubbed his ass and his neck, and scolded angrily: "Brother Feng, can you be light!"