The little junior sister started acting like a monster again!

The boy was waiting to see if there would be a twist that would surprise him.

But it seems that not everyone is the so-called protagonist, who can turn his or her life around, or... not be beaten so badly.

The "boom" sounds became louder and louder.

The last time he was punched into the floor of the arena, leaving only half his head exposed, the young man couldn't bear it any more and raised his hand to stop him: "Alright, stop it."

The young man who was so handsome just now now looked like he had been tortured. His clothes were torn, his body was bruised, and his face looked unrecognizable. It was swollen like a pig's head.

After helping him off the competition stage, he understood: "Little brother, what medicinal herbs do you want? I'll help you get them."

Wen Musheng limped off the stage with his help and asked weakly, "Nina is slandering Woma, Hai Youni... (a lot of gibberish)."

"Well, brother, I really don't want to hit you, but when I look at your mouth now, I can't guess what you are saying." Especially to this sausage mouth.

No one told him that he had to learn lip reading to cultivate immortality.

Wen Musheng: Life is not easy, I always sigh.

Someone in the crowd couldn't stand it any longer: "He's saying, 'Can you beat him?' And don't get hurt. He's a physical cultivator, but he's not trained enough. Every one of his moves is huge. You can break his moves based on his form. He should be down in less than five rounds."

The young man listened to the kind-hearted man's translation and signaled to Wen Musheng with his eyes: "Is this what you mean?"

Seeing Wen Musheng nodding excitedly, he was puzzled: "Why do you think I can beat him?"

Wen Musheng moved his lips weakly. In his eyes, he was just opening and closing his mouth. His eyes were fixed on the kind-hearted man without hesitation: "Good people will have a peaceful life!"

Good Samaritan: “…I shouldn’t have spoken.”

"He meant that he saw the jade pendant on your waist. If I'm not mistaken, it belongs to the Zhi family, right? The Zhi family has only one son, and he won first place in the free cultivator competition a year ago."

"And the sword at your waist is definitely not an ordinary item. If I remember correctly, this sword should have been given to you by the leader of the Xianyi Sect, one of the six major sects. When it was forged, it was put on display for two days and one night. I saw it when I passed by."

"So you won't lose here."

After the kind-hearted man finished speaking, he took a sip of the spiritual spring water and almost choked on his own saliva.

The young man patted Wen Musheng on the shoulder: "Your observation skills are quite good! It would be a shame if you don't practice it well."

Then he pushed him into the arms of the kind-hearted man and said, "Please help me take care of him. I will be back within five moves."

Just as he turned and took a step, he turned back and threw out a small porcelain bottle: "Oh, by the way, please help me apply this medicine to him, otherwise he will be beaten to death as an ugly ghost when he leaves Fushou Hall like this. That would be bad."

Wen Musheng: You can talk.

Kind-hearted person: "Are you kidding me? I just came here to watch a show, why did you get yourself involved?"

The young man heard the guy on the stage start to chatter non-stop again. He was about to jump off the stage to receive the award from the shopkeeper. He was so anxious that he said without turning his head: "Be a good person to the end, and send the Buddha to the west!"

He jumped onto the stage with both feet.

Kind-hearted person: "I shouldn't have believed you."

Wen Musheng: I really feel like I’m going to heaven.

With a soft sigh, she helped him onto the chair. Just as her hand, applying the medicine, touched his face, she felt a heavy pat on her shoulder. "Hiss~ Who is that? You're so strong, do you think I'm a physical cultivator?"

He turned around angrily and saw that the boy had already come down. He thought he had seen it wrongly: "Are you done? Didn't you just go up?"

The young man spread his hands and shook his head: "This kind of competition is not difficult at all. It's true that being too strong makes you lonely."

The other two: Hard to comment!

"Okay, okay, the process is not important, the result is important." After saying that, he took Wen Musheng to the shopkeeper.

He raised his head casually: "You're welcome, take your pick, it's my treat."

The kind-hearted people who followed couldn't help but complain: "Do you think you look so handsome like this?"

The young man interrupted him and said, "Hey, that's wrong. Being handsome isn't about appearance, it's about feeling. Being too handsome can also be a problem."

Good Samaritan: "I'm just being superfluous."

Wen Musheng was no longer polite and took away a Qi Condensing Flower. He had read the medicine scroll, which recorded that the Qi Condensing Flower could not bloom and bear fruit without sufficient sunlight. It could only produce sesame-sized seeds, which needed to be exposed to sunlight for a month before they could bloom.

The two decided to send Wen Musheng back to Guxiang Town to prevent anyone from targeting the Condensing Qi Flower. After all, there were quite a lot of people in Fushou Hall just now. If word spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, it would be uncertain.

With the young man's medicine, Wen Musheng's face has improved a lot, with only some bruises left.

The three of them talked along the way, and the boy was just as he thought, the only son of the Zhi family - Zhixian.

The kindhearted person was Geng Li, a young man who had just entered the Qi Refining Stage.

Wen Musheng felt that he was unlucky today, but knowing them should be a blessing in disguise.

When he arrived at the gate of Guxiang Town, his younger brother greeted him, and Zhixian and Gengli also waved goodbye.

He only left one sentence: "We will meet again in the end."

The memories came to an end. He had brought back that little seedling with great difficulty, and now it was ruined.

But he didn't expect that when he returned home full of joy, he saw his brother lying in a pool of blood. His uncle, who was still running a high fever and unable to get out of bed, forced himself to get out of bed, hugged his brother in his arms, and called his name over and over again with heartache. His younger brother pulled his sleeve and cried heart-wrenchingly.

This scene was deeply engraved in his mind and would never go away.

Wen Musheng raised his foot and kicked Feng Feng's chest without letting up, his eyes cold and expressionless: "You guys really deserve to die."

Shi Qingyou was afraid that he couldn't withstand the kick, so he grabbed Wen Musheng's arm and pulled him back: "We beat him too hard just now. If it weren't for the elixir to keep him alive, he would have collapsed long ago. Now he can't withstand your kick."

Letting him die like this would be too easy for him.

The scene in the photo stone continues——

The ring was smashed to pieces during the conflict with Wen Li. When Yingxia arrived, she saw Wen Li dead. She finally found her son in a dark corner and dragged him back to the mansion.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

Yingxia took a sip of water and put down the teacup with a lot more force. "Tell me, what's going on? How did the ring end up with Wen Li? And was it you who caused Wen Li's death?"

Feng Feng avoided the main point and just said that it was Wen Li who stole his ring. He went to argue with him, but Wen Li wanted to attack him.

As for whether he killed Wen Li, who saw it? Who can stand up and say that he killed Wen Li?

Long before he went to Wen Li's house, he had already given hush money to each family. They all depended on them for their livelihood. Who would dare to stand up and point at his nose and say that he killed Wen Li?

Who would think so hard?

Yingxia felt a throbbing pain in her temples as she watched him stubbornly refuse to change. She waved her hand and shooed him out of her room, "Go back to your room and reflect on your mistakes. Don't even eat dinner tonight. Come back to see me when you realize your mistakes."

Feng Feng left unconvinced: "You want me to stay for dinner, but I don't want to accompany you!"

He thought that his mother, who doted on him so much, was just saying that out of anger, but he never expected that she had not let him eat for several days and had locked his room, preventing him from going out.

He shouted at the top of his lungs but no one responded, not even the sound of his breathing.

His mother was determined to punish him.

Okay, since you are like this, don’t blame me for being a heartless son.

You forced me to do this.