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"Fang Fu?"

Pei Zijun read the name quietly. It wasn't the first time he heard this name. The first time he heard it was from Yuan Qing. A man with a haggard face who seems to be about to die of old age.

This person standing in the backlight is so far away from them, yet so close to them.

At sunset, the birds return to their nests.

Standing on the city gate, one can have a panoramic view of the entire Luojing city.

This city, which was once full of apricot blossoms and red sleeves, is so silent at this moment. Night is coming again, and the whole city is about to fall into endless darkness.

"Look, what is that!"

Looking along the sound, the mountain behind the Huguo Temple has spread a monstrous fire, many people have gathered on the mountain, and the righteous men in the city are constantly rushing there. field death.

"It seems that someone is deliberately leading everyone to the back mountain of Huguo Temple."

"Not good, it's too dangerous for them to gather together, and they can be wiped out with a little fire."

Thinking of this, my heart became more terrifying, what is the purpose of this hand?He seems to be dealing with Dachao Wulin, and he also seems to want to stab the demon sect. The world is nothing but the crown of martial arts, and the world of temples is nothing but imperial domination, but he does not want to dominate, nor does he want the crown of martial arts, he seems don't want anything...

"He just wants to destroy." Murong Hu said.

"He enjoys the thrill of destroying."

"When I followed Muronghu when I was young, I stayed with Fang Fu for a while. Fang Fu, how should I put it, has a very serious personality defect. He is very insensitive to pain and sexual desires, and he doesn't take human life seriously. things, and doesn’t love anyone, including his mother.”

"He is even more extreme than his father. He is also obsessed with refining Gu. Anyone can be his test product. You see, in the eyes of that person, the flames are just a game."

Everyone was shocked by these words. One mountain cannot contain two tigers. After Yuan Qing came to power, the Qingyang Cult would definitely not tolerate him. But how could such an extremely dangerous person have been hidden in this arena for ten years?

Is he also in Luojing City?

When a group of them arrived at the Zhenning Tower, led by the Tang family and the Tianzimeng, the outraged chivalrous warriors had already trapped members of the Demon Cult under the tower. Although the Demon Cult had many masters, they were ultimately outnumbered. Yuan Qing sat in a wheelchair, He squinted his eyes and smiled, "All chivalrous men who are loyal to protect the lord are worthy of being good loyal dogs of the imperial court. I, Yuan, have learned a lot today."

"Devil, what are you talking about!" Someone in the crowd was filled with righteous indignation.

People in the Jianghu act freely and freely, and hate to be regarded as a running dog of the imperial court.

"What did I say? You can ask your beloved Master Tang and Master Chu." Yuan Qing smiled. She was obviously a prisoner, but she still dared to laugh at their stupidity. The leader explains it all.

It was eerily quiet in front of Zhenning Tower, and countless pairs of eyes were still waiting for Tang Zhenling's explanation, but the young knights didn't know that they would never be able to wait.

After a long time, Patriarch Tang finally said, "What's wrong with being loyal to the imperial court?"

"Heroes and heroes, now my country is rich and the people are strong, but the reckless bandits in the rivers and lakes are rebelling, endangering the country, and the relatives have issued an imperial decree to wipe them out. You are all aware of current affairs. If you stand by the old man, the court will definitely reward you. Isn't it a hundred times better to be a reckless bandit than to be a reckless bandit?"

When everyone came back to their senses, they were already surrounded by groups, and they couldn't get through. Only then did they realize that this was not a demon-hunting conference, but everyone was being punished. The world has grown stronger and stronger these years, and the court has long been unable to tolerate it. What they want is a snipe Clams fight each other, if they all die together.

Zhenning Pagoda, the town is full of ghosts and monsters.

But no one thought that in the eyes of the imperial court, he was also a monster.

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The crackling sound of the grass and trees breaking, turning the half of the sky into blood, the stalemate in the dead silence continued, and it was clear that one step would be able to get a high official and rich salary, but no one walked towards the eagle claws of the imperial court that were facing each other.

Pei Zijun was not surprised that Tang Zhenling had surrendered to the Demon Sect, but why would the king and grandson of Chu do the same?He is such a free-spirited and timid person, why did he have to take this muddy water?Suddenly, an incredible idea flashed in his mind.

Surrounded by archers, the gleaming golden robed young man curled his mouth in a half-smile, completely different from his timid and timid posture before.

He is not the king and grandson of Chu!From the time they reunited, he was not the prince of Chu who lost the game and dragged him to eat beggar chicken.

Who is he?

His gaze suddenly noticed his fingers covered with gold armor. In fact, wearing armor has a great impact on writing and daily life, but he never took off that pair of armor, unless he couldn't take off the armor. A—he has no fingers.

The person with only three fingers, the person who killed Tang Feng, the dying old man in Baicaotang, who needs to suck blood to maintain his appearance... all the clues are gathered together.

Fang Fu!

Pei Zijun looked at the "King Sun of Chu" in shock, and the "King Sun of Chu" was also looking at him with great interest. It took a long time for Pei Zijun to regain his composure, and asked something that no one could understand, "Is the Wang Sun Chu gone?"

"Chu Wangsun" smiled, "Is that embroidered pillow? With such a beautiful face, Bai is a coward. When he is dying, he doesn't care about the sect or the family. He just wants to have another good meal. But I really like his face, it's not in vain for me to grind my bones and skin, it took me ten years to get this look."

Pei Zijun was in grief. He and Chu Wangsun met under the Zhenning Pagoda, but it was here that he heard his sad news.

Only now did he know that he had never met the boy who invited him to eat chicken.

"You are wrong. Although King Chu is timid, he is not cowardly. He is just more open-minded than anyone else."

He smiled, noncommittal.

Pei Zijun said again, "Then, can you return my unworthy disciple Tang Buqi to me?"

Fang Fu suddenly smiled inscrutablely, "That bastard is too noisy, so I will teach Patriarch Tang a little lesson. Have you seen the top of the Zhenning Pagoda? I punished him to write the sword manual there silently, and he couldn't finish it. Don't come down."

Pei Zijun looked up, and it seemed that a child was really tied to the top of the tower.

Don't give up?

But the dangerous building is hundreds of feet, and no matter how high the martial arts are, it is impossible for an ordinary person to fly up in the air, and someone needs to be a ladder.Xing Ren said, "A Jun, I'll help you."

Pei Zijun nodded, thinking about going up to save someone.

Suddenly, there seemed to be another black man on the top of the tower. No one knew where he came from. He seemed to come out of nowhere, or from the clouds. He untied the tower. Tie the child's rope, wrap him in his arms, and then jump down.

All the hostile gazes, confrontational gazes, and vigilant gazes all looked at the person who was slowly falling down the tower in unison.

He held a sword in one hand and hugged the child in the other. His posture was like flowing clouds and flowing water. Although he didn't make any moves, he knew that there might not be a master like him in the world.

Just when everyone was speculating whether this person was an enemy or a friend, Pei Zijun could clearly see the man in the wide-sleeved Tsing Yi, and his eyes were also looking at himself.

They had only been separated for half a month, but he felt that he had been waiting for this moment all his long and impatient life.

——Waiting for the moment when his sword god returns and looks at him.

When Xie Minxing landed on the ground, he looked away, slightly nodded at Pei Zijun, and said, "I'm back."

After saying this, she turned her face away and never looked at him again.

Pei Zijun didn't know what kind of adventure he had, but judging from his appearance, it seemed that his skills had improved to another level, and he was no longer the same as before. The more he looked at Xie Minxing, the more stern he was, the more he wanted to get closer to him .

At this moment, Xie Minxing was checking Tang Buqi's injuries, when he suddenly met Pei Zijun's looking eyes.Xie Minxing bitterly scolded himself for being worthless, he had an indomitable sharp blade, but in that person's eyes it turned into soft fingers.

Not even a look at it.

Pei Zijun was expressionless, but stared at Xie Minxing's earlobe for a long time, and suddenly his earlobe turned slightly red.

Xie Minxing's sudden return did not change the situation drastically. Even though he was led by the rumored God of War who was invincible in all battles, he still failed to make them face the armored artillery, the mountains full of "dead souls" and the fire. Deus Ex.

Those "undead" are neat and uniform, which is more conducive to the formation of troops than the flesh and blood people who are used to being loose.

Night came at last.

The flames of war are temporarily extinguished.

Pei Zijun was a little like a doctor, bandaging the wounds of the injured, but there were too many people, and he couldn't stop working in the middle of the night.

"Next." Pei Zijun shouted casually without looking up, knowing that there were few people.

But the person in front of him didn't come over, and stood in front of him for a long time before saying, "I'll do it myself."

Pei Zijun looked up at him, "The injury is on your back, how are you going to do it yourself?"

Xie Minxing was silent for a second, and finally took off his clothes obediently, revealing his scarred back.

Pei Zijun applied the medicine on him, and he was also a little distracted, but when he came back to his senses, he found that Xie Minxing's back was tense, but his body was unbearably soft, and his eyes were burning like a prairie fire.

He knows that his brother Xie can kill all directions, and can also turn his heart for him.

Xie Minxing suddenly felt something warm sticking to his back, and when he realized what it was, the string in his heart snapped.

—the young man is kissing his back.