The priest is a villain

On the small road on the outskirts of Jinling City, a carriage galloped by, and the driver kept whipping the horse's buttocks. This hasty posture seemed to be followed by a monster.

Inside the carriage, Feng Feichi quietly leaned against the wall of the carriage. The bloody clothes he wore when he came out of the dungeon had been replaced. He Wu seemed to be teasing him on purpose, so he insisted on buying him a new red and green dress with vulgar colors. Wearing it on the body looks like the taste of the wearer is extremely poor.

He Wu sat in the car, and looked at Feng Feichi regretfully. Since he left the prison, this person has not been noisy or disturbed, and he has been very obedient and allowed himself to arrange it. This made him lose a lot of interest in watching the excitement.

He Wu raised his hand and propped his head lazily, looked at Feng Feichi and complained half-truthfully, "Brother Feichi, why don't you struggle?"

Feng Feichi glanced at him lightly: "How does Brother He want me to struggle?"

He Wu found words to stimulate him: "Don't you want to go back and see if Chu Tingxuan is dead or alive?"

Feng Feichi didn't want to talk about this topic, and leaned against the car wall to continue in a daze.

He Wu thought that he had hit the man's weakness, so he laughed all of a sudden: "Nowadays, all decent martial arts people regard you as a member of my teaching, even if you go back, you will die, why not follow in the footsteps of this Dharma protector, this Dharma protector to you……"

"I don't want to join the Devil's Cult." Feng Feichi interrupted him directly. He was the leader of the sect in his previous life, so would he care about a follower of Zuo Dharma in this life?

Seeing that this person rejected him without hesitation, He Wu narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Do you know what will happen to those who offend me?"

Feng Feichi glanced at him with a headache. He Wu is good at everything. In terms of martial arts in his previous life, he was second only to him in the Demon Sect, and he was even smoother than him in terms of dealing with people. Love at first sight, but he has an annoying shortcoming, that is, he has to work hard to get anything he likes.

In the previous life, the Devil's Cult built at least eight warehouses just for Guardian Zuo to store those messy collection items.Feng Feichi raised his forehead inexplicably, how did he get on He Wu's list?Isn't this bad luck?

Seeing his ugly face, He Wu thought that his threat had worked, and seduced Feng Feichi, "As long as you are willing to follow me, gold, silver, treasures, glory and wealth, I can reward you with whatever you want."

Feng Feichi shook his head indifferently: "I don't want money."

He was very happy. He had a playful smile just now, but suddenly changed his face, and his expression suddenly became cold to the bone: "You don't want money or power, you are really noble."

Feng Feichi sighed, knowing that this person was going to make trouble.

Sure enough, at the next moment, He Wu stretched out his hand and pointed out the window with a cold face: "Since that's the case, then you don't even bother to sit in such a luxurious carriage, get off and run."

Feng Feichi took a deep breath, and under the expectant eyes of the other party, nodded resolutely: "Okay."

Seeing that he didn't beg for mercy, He Wu was so surprised that he didn't even lose his temper, but his surprise turned into anger in an instant: "Go down."

So, under his unbelievable eyes, Feng Feichi actually got out of the carriage. He Wu naturally didn't believe that he really dared to run, and he didn't know where to find a hemp rope to tie the opponent's wrist, and another one passed through the carriage. Stretching in through the window, he squeezed the rope in his hand, sat in the car and began to wait, he was waiting for Feng Feichi to show weakness, as long as he said a word, as long as there was a word that had something to do with begging for mercy, he would put him up.

The half stick of incense passed by, and the coachman who had waited for a long time and still hadn't received the order weakly turned around and urged: "Guardian Zuo, it's been a long time."

"Okay," He Wuqi laughed back. He glanced back quietly from the car window, and found Feng Feichi standing there with a bored expression on his hand, and He Wu suddenly became angry. The coachman said: "On the road!"

The coachman nodded: "Okay, drive!"

The wheels rolled slowly, Feng Feichi mobilized his internal strength and ran behind the car with ease, the speed of the car was getting faster and faster, but he didn't have any effort at all, although he didn't mind using lightness kung fu to continue "rushing on the road" , but in order to completely solve this trouble, Feng Feichi ran for a while and then screamed miserably: "Ah!!"

After calling out, he simply took off his strength and let himself fall to the ground. In order to look miserable, Feng Feichi deliberately picked a good angle and made himself "dripping with blood".

He Wu let out a displeased "tsk" when he heard the commotion outside, and shouted to the outside of the car: "Okay, stop for this protector."

The coachman reacted quickly and stopped the car immediately: "Woo!"

He Wu hurriedly jumped out of the carriage to look, and found that Feng Feichi had collapsed on the ground as if he had collapsed. When he got closer, he was shocked by the scruffy appearance covered in blood.

Is there really someone in this world who is not afraid of death?

Feng Feichi's dizziness was very realistic, and he felt himself being gently hugged in the dark, he couldn't help laughing in his heart, after so long at Qi's house and even escaped from prison, he was indeed tired now, taking advantage of the This opportunity allowed me to fall asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already late at night.

Feng Feichi lay on a big bed and opened his eyes. The wound on his face had been treated and was covered with a piece of white gauze. The sensitivity of a martial arts practitioner made him immediately aware that there was another person in the room. , he deliberately pretended to wake up in a daze, and pretended to touch his injured face, looking very surprised at the fact that he was still alive.

"Don't touch it, you're not dead." He Wu's gloomy voice sounded from beside him.

Feng Feichi turned his head to look, and saw He Wuzheng sitting on a grand teacher's chair, looking at him bitterly and bitterly, he felt that his heart was about to burst into laughter, and he blinked and put on a cute look: " Brother He, don't you need me to run with the carriage?"

"Are you running away?" He Wu laughed angrily at his question, "If it weren't for the benevolence of this Dharma house, your little life would be gone."

Feng Feichi touched his nose: "So you changed your mind and didn't kill me?"

He Wuyin sneered, "For a loving and righteous person like you, of course this protector is not willing to kill him."

Feng Feichi glanced at him inexplicably, I was just being strolled by the carriage for a while, how did I become affectionate?Before he understood the relationship, He Wuhe sighed heavily: "As expected, you only have Chu Tingxuan in your heart."

Feng Feichi:? ? ?

How did this come to a conclusion.

Before he had time to defend himself, He Wu stood up and walked out. Before leaving, he pointed at a piece of clothing on the table: "Here's the newly bought clothes for you."

Feng Feichi looked at the table with a headache, thinking that this person made some kind of clothes similar to grass chickens to torture himself, but when he looked at it from a distance, it seemed that the material was not bad?

He Wu sneered at the surprise in his eyes: "Have a good rest."

Feng Feichi reluctantly said, "Thank you."

He Wu said with a straight face: "From tomorrow onwards, we have to rush on our way."

Feng Feichi sensed something was wrong in his tone, and asked sharply, "Did something happen to the Devil's Cult?"

He Wu paused before answering: "The leader is dead."

Feng Feichi: "..."

After finishing speaking, He Wuzhi couldn't help but look at him proudly: "Do you know who the next leader of the Devil's Cult will be?"

Feng Feichi has guessed it: "You?"

Tsurumuki nodded with a straight face: "Yes, congratulations."

Feng Feichi was puzzled: "Congratulations, what am I doing?"

"Congratulations, of course. From now on, you will be close to the leader of the Devil's Cult." Although He Wu was congratulating, he spoke with a blank expression.

Feng Feichi: Pooh!

In the next few days, the two of them drove day and night. First, they sat in a carriage for several days, and then they walked a long time by water. Up the water, they galloped on horseback. It was extremely difficult.

He Wu paid more attention to Feng Feichi along the way, seeing that this person had never even yelled in such a difficult situation, he couldn't help but get more involved.

The main rudder of the Demon Cult is located in a very hidden place. There are various poisonous plants along the way. At the entrance, there is an enchantment formation set up by the Demon Cult leader himself. The entire Demon Cult is like an iron wall.

He Wu used a piece of cloth to cover Feng Feichi's eyes, and personally led the people in. Feng Feichi walked along the road in his memory, and an indescribable feeling came up. It was the first time he came here in his previous life. He was still a child when he came to the Devil's Cult, and he was picked by the leader in a ignorant manner. The next step in martial arts and succession seemed to be a matter of course.

"Guardian Zuo!" A shrill cry pulled him out of his thoughts.

He Wu asked with a straight face, "What's wrong?"

"Master," the voice turned into mourning again, "Master is gone!"

Feng Feichi: "..."

"Look at him." He Wu's exasperated voice reached people's ears, leaving him on the spot and striding away.

Feng Feichi sighed softly, the leader of the demon sect is like a master to him, when he and He Wu were fighting for the right in the sect, the leader was also very partial, although he knew death was inevitable after reliving his life, he couldn't help but listen to it again He has a lot of emotions.

The black cloth on the eyes was taken off, and the little boy who had just informed him looked at him inexplicably: "Why are your eye sockets so red?"

Feng Feichi nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Please take me to the guest room, brother."

The demon sect looked very speechless: "You are new here, why do you smile uglier than me crying?"

Feng Feichi withdrew his smile and looked indifferent.

Goodbye to He Wuji, it was a month later, his clothes had changed a bit, and he looked in a very bad mood, holding a wine jug in his hand, he sat on the seat and poured himself a full bottle of wine as soon as he entered the room a cup.

Feng Feichi knew how difficult it was at the beginning of taking over the Devil's Cult. He knew that He Wu must be in a bad mood at the moment, so he didn't say much. He gulped his head and drank it.

He Wu watched his movements and smiled, and asked softly: "I've been staying in the room for the past few days, are you bored?"

"Not boring." Feng Feichi shook his head. He didn't even take a step out of the door these days. The young men in charge of watching people speculated whether he was driven crazy, but the truth was that the master was crazy in the room Just practice.

He Wu sneered and said nothing, took a sip of wine for himself, and asked with eyes full of mischief: "Do you want to know about Chu Tingxuan?"

Feng Feichi shook his head: "Since you ask that, then he must still be alive, even if he is alive, I don't need to ask any more."

"You have confidence in him." He Wu exaggeratedly sighed, shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, I heard that he was hit hard by losing his best friend, and now he is crazy." His tone was very dramatic, and he finished speaking He deliberately turned his head wide to see the other party's reaction.

Feng Feichi: "..."

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