Chapter Twenty-Three: The Man in the Play

"Originally, I didn't have hope, but didn't my junior brother bring me a glimmer of light. Blood demon Cheng Xue looked at Wang Fatzi with affection, as if the two of them really had something.

"Senior sister, be serious, you want to be a lady. "Everything is good, but there is a little bit missing, Wang Fatzi's heart can't get by, it's really over, and people may not pay attention to themselves, especially, people are acting at this time, don't take it seriously.

"Cut, you men..."Glancing at Wang Fatzi with contempt, Cheng Xue was still arrogant: "Isn't it true that the junior brother has already disabled one? Senior brother shouldn't be soft-hearted today, Zhao Qing's girl is arrogant on weekdays, but she doesn't clean up. ”

"Ahem," Wang Fatzi was slightly embarrassed, and didn't want to discuss the matter of pity and cherishing jade: "Senior sister, you said it lightly, but you are fighting with your life, and the boat will capsize if you are not careful,

It's still a job to offend people, I don't know how many people are looking forward to my bad luck, and at this moment, others may not be able to pay attention to finding fault. ”

"Isn't there just one of them right now? one by one, senior sister is optimistic about you, but people are pressing the rest of their lives on you,"

Cheng Xue leaned over, Wang Fatzi only felt a little constipated, Cheng Xue continued: "Anyway, we have already offended people, we are not afraid of offending a few more, don't bite if there are more lice." ”

"It's not you who bites," Wang Fatzi pouted: "Even if I intend to find someone to fight to the death, people are not stupid, so they will definitely take it?"

"In the game, they are not like you, alone, without concern. I'm afraid that the junior brother doesn't know the latest decision of the sect. Cheng Xue kept silent, a disciple like Wang Fatzi who did not have an apprenticeship elder would indeed be slow in terms of being well-informed.

"What decision?"

"The allocation of the quota for the competition is the day after tomorrow, and the ten true disciples can all participate, hehe," Cheng Xue's eyes were slightly cold: "The big fight, the last three people left to divide the quota for the competition." ”

"So urgent? Didn't you say that the quota will be allocated according to the strength ranking at the end of the month?" Wang Fatzi frowned slightly, the melee was not very beneficial to him, and anyone could be kicked out.

"Hmph," Cheng Xue smiled slightly coldly: "It was an intention before, and there are 5 places, the elders with real power are still enough, at least they can suppress the opposition, I was ordered by the master to kill you."

Although it can't be put on the surface, the elders are silent in their hearts. Do you think I discovered the strange place in the Fragment World? That is because the old man of Shizun was afraid that my strength was not good, so he specially pointed me out.

You have no conscience, now you know how good I am to you, senior sister, I have placed a heavy bet on you, what's wrong with letting you help fight for a place? That's what I deserve. ”

Wang Fatzi was embarrassed, it turned out that he was a 'little monster' with no backstage who had been abandoned by the sect by default. left a life, or because the blood demon Cheng Xue took a fancy to his potential.

From this point of view, I really owe the blood demon Cheng Xue, and the messy grimace instantly became much better-looking: "Okay, senior sister's affairs will be wrapped up in me, but tomorrow the fire god Chen Xiao is really willing to duel with me?"

"Haha, even if you have a little conscience, hum, as long as you agree, he can't run. How many pairs of eyes are staring, and there are many people who want to push him to duel with you, places, who doesn't want to get a piece of the pie.

Why did the 5 places become 3? Why did the 3 places have to fight again? Why did it happen to be the day after tomorrow? These things have something to do with you, those old things are very good, who doesn't want to share some benefits. Think for yourself. ”

At this moment, Cheng Xue is ghostly and proud, and the fat man of the black-hearted king is thinking about whether to take her at a loss, covering his head at night, barely getting by...

Sent away the blood demon Cheng Xue, and Wang Fatzi had an extra bronze bell in his hand: a medium-grade defensive magic weapon, which can be used by dripping blood to recognize the master. This is what Cheng Xue borrowed from her master, and she may be able to use it tomorrow.

And told him that the good things on the fire god Chen Xiao are only afraid of more, and those who want him to make a move will more or less want to give him some benefits. So the fat man Wang who is holding the small bell has mixed blessings, but it's better than nothing.

At night, Feixian Zhao Qing hugged Wang Fatzi's robe, and went out with a worried face, his mind was a little messy, the master just... Time rewinds

In the room of Liu Yujiao, the fourth elder of the Ten Thousand Laws Holy Sect, Liu Yujiao, the master of Flying Immortal Zhao Qing, was gloomy and anxious: "Brother Yang, how is Li'er, is he still saved?"

On the bed, it was actually the Demon Shadow Liu Li lying down, and it was Zheng Guang's father Zheng Yang who was healing Liu Li next to the bed: "What a wicked exercise, Li'er's injury has been stabilized temporarily, but I still have to observe for a few days to see the situation... Even if Li'er is cured, I'm afraid he will be a waste. ”

"I don't care, no matter what the cost, you have to cure him for me, he is your own son, this child is miserable, usually you don't recognize him, forget it, now he... It's all your son's fault, it's okay to find trouble, let Li'er go to a duel with someone..."

"Okay, okay, Guang'er doesn't want to, you relax, I'll try my best to cure Li'er... The Wang Jin who hurt my son, I can't stay, don't affect Guang'er's plan to fight for the Qiankun Order, it's just that at this time, it's a little sensitive, and the old things are staring..."

"Guang'er, Guang'er, you only have him in your heart, my poor Li'er... That Wang Jin, I'll take care of it..."

Zheng Guang stayed in the next room, his face was gloomy and depressed, a good cousin, after bringing it back, he suddenly became his half-brother, and now he was scolded miserably.

I really didn't see that Liu Yujiao, the woman who was even moved by him when he saw it, actually gave birth to a child, and she was so old... And that damn Wang Jin, that dead fat man can't make him better...

Outside the room, an old woman's voice sounded: "Elder, the Zhao Qing you are looking for has arrived." ”

The voice in the room was quiet, and Liu Yujiao said: "Got it, let her wait in the hall, I'll be there soon." ”...

"The apprentice has seen the master. Zhao Qing bowed respectfully.

"En," Liu Yujiao's face was gloomy, and she didn't let Zhao Qing get up: "I'm not injured today, are you?"

"There were no injuries. Secretly touched the kicked fart valley, Zhao Qing was a little embarrassed.

"I heard that Liu Li was seriously injured and dying by that Wang Jin, your strength is lower than him, it's okay, it seems that Wang Jin is good to you. Liu Yujiao's face was gloomy, and she scolded the slut resentfully in her heart, and her anger was uncontrollable: "You are very familiar?"

"Well, I'm not familiar with that fat man. Zhao Qing didn't understand what the master wanted to ask.

"Unfamiliar?!Then why didn't he hit you?!" Liu Yujiao's tone aggravated, and her anger was unconsciously revealed.

"Well, the disciple doesn't know. "Zhao Qing was a little surprised, master, this is?