After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée - Chapter 169

[Chapter 169]

“Okay, let’s go.”

Zheng Wan pushed Cui Wang, “You obliged me to take care of Aye Aniang for me and throw them away.”

Cui Wang didn’t move.

He hugged her, his whole body stretched like a rigid stone sculpture.

“Cui Wang!”

Zheng Wan reprimanded him, “You have always made a promise to the son of Cui Ling—”

“—Tsk tsk.”

Qi Sha, who was watching the excitement for a while, stepped forward, clapped his hands and laughed, “It’s really touching.”

Ziwei Xingjun’s entire body swelled into a ball.

Seven Kills stepped closer with their hands behind their backs, and did not stop until they were about ten feet away from Zheng Wan and Ziwei.

He looked up at Zheng Wan, his eyes were a little strange, and she couldn’t recognize it for a while, like Shu Yuan, like… Shu Jin, but looking at it again, it was seven kills.

“Let me ask you one more question, Shu Yuan and Shu Jin, who do you like?”

Seven Kills asked softly.

Ziwei Xingjun’s bulging speed suddenly slowed down.

His whole person has completely lost the appearance of Qingya and the dusty appearance, and the eyes and mouth all over him make him look like a round monster.

“Seven kills?”

Ziwei suddenly laughed, “So it is, so it is, no wonder, no wonder…”

“You betrayed me and chose to cooperate with this girl. You also like her? Don’t you know that when this monarch’s soul perishes, it is the day you perish?”

“knowledge.”

“Hahahahahaha- who would have thought that Immortal Chou Lian, who was able to slaughter six cities without blinking his eyes, would fall in love with a female doll and seek his own death for her. It’s really, really a joke in the world.”

Ziwei Xingjun almost burst out laughing.

“Xingjun is wrong.”

“What’s wrong?”

Ziwei Xingjun asked in a leisurely manner.

The mouth of resentment and the endless blood mist raged in his body, and his internal organs were bit by bit, but his voice seemed to have no pain.

“You threw the goatee to pieces in front of the sarcophagus, and created a pile of doll grass, isn’t it just to embellish this girl? It’s this gentleman who is careless and thinks that the victory is in his hands, but he didn’t realize that the two of you were in secret. Act…”

“wrong.”

Qisha raised his eyebrows, “Xingjun, are you in a hurry to die?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll die after listening to it.”

“Xingjun has a thirst for knowledge about everything, and doesn’t like mysteries. And what is the thing I hate the most in my life, Xingjun knows?”

“Birds.”

Seven kills nods:

“Yes, bird.”

“…How beautiful a bird is, with a flap of its wings, it can soar through the heavens and the earth. Such freedom and happiness, I can’t get it out of seven kills. Therefore, every time I see it, I have to choke its neck, break its wings, and find another one. If you can’t be happy again, you can vent your hatred.”

“You are the most bizarre person I have seen in the past ten thousand years.”

Review of Ziwei Xingjun.

“For the past ten thousand years, I have worn shackles around my neck and tied the reins with feathers. I can no longer be reckless – I killed seven people, but I don’t like someone standing above my head.”

“Then why did you endure this so long?”

Ziwei asked curiously.

“I don’t do business at a loss.”

Seven kills spread out his hands, and the smile on his lips is wicked and proud, “Look, this is not, let me wait for the opportunity. Your life, my life–”

“Hahaha really is crazy! As expected of the character that Ben Jun had a crush on back then.”

Ziwei Xingjun is not at all annoyed.

“Now, I have to do something that will make you unhappy.” Qi Sha said cheerfully, “Little cultivator, you haven’t said yet, do you like books a little more, or Shu Jin a little more?”

Zheng Wan looked at Qi Sha and suddenly realized something.

If you want to calculate the cause and effect, the Seven Kills are also the reason for inheriting Ziwei. Ten thousand years ago, I was afraid that Ziwei saved Qiu Lu from the mortal situation, that is, the current Seven Kills——

Seven kills are inevitable.

But if he is willing to take action and cut off the hands of these Kuluo——

Zheng Wan settled down:

“None of them.”

This man has a treacherous mind and is really hard to guess. The only thing that is certain is that an arrogant person who hates being controlled will also hate being deceived.

Cui Wang obviously realized it too.

He stared at the seven kills, wrapped Zheng Wan’s arm and retracted it, and even took a step back to hide himself in a spherical shadow.

“Don’t like it?”

Qi Sha bit the word and said with a smile, “I don’t like it either… That’s a pity.”

His eyes suddenly turned cold.

“Yo, the fun is over, let’s go.”

As soon as the voice fell, Xingwei Ziwei’s bulging speed suddenly increased, and it seemed that he was about to explode—

Cui Wang took a step forward and hugged Zheng Wan.

“boom–”

There was a loud bang, the blood mist was soaring to the sky, and the air waves were surging, and everything in the space was razed to the ground with the momentum of destroying Gu Laxiu.

Tables, chairs, trees, and people…

There is only a void left.

Outside the sarcophagus, the great monks who were sitting cross-legged to adjust their breaths suddenly opened their eyes and stepped back again and again.

The sword net was washed into powder.

The lid of the coffin was opened with a “bang”, and a figure was spit out.

Tianhe Daojun rushed up first, flicked his sleeves, and let out the air waves.

Others also used their magical powers to help Tianhe wrap the person and put them on the altar.

This man was blood-stained and hula-like, and he couldn’t look like a human at all. Arms stretched forward, as if embracing something vital.

The robe was scattered, soaked in blood, and tightly wrapped around the body.

He was covered in blood, and his face was stained with blood, and the outline could be vaguely seen.

Somebody applied a cleanse.

The man’s handsome facial features were exposed.

The face is like pure snow, the nose is plump and the lips are thin, and under the crow’s long eyelashes, a pair of eyes are tightly closed.

“Li Wei… Dao Jun?”

Several people looked at each other.

The girl who entered Yuqingmen and Immortal Lord Qiu Li, how did they come out, is Daojun Li Wei?

And it doesn’t look like it’s going well.

“Apprentice? Apprentice?”

Daojun Tianhe stretched out his fingers tremblingly, and before he could touch it, he retracted like lightning.

“Don’t worry, Daojun, Liwei Daoyouji people have their own celestial appearance, and the fate of Chengtian came into being. How can something happen?”

Someone comforted.

“Yes, yes, this gentleman’s disciple is tough, how could it happen so easily?”

The sky crane was stern, his heart slanted, and he put his finger under Tu’er’s nose, and when he touched the faint breath, he immediately let out a sigh of relief:

“No, it’s okay, it’s okay, alive, still alive.”

He suddenly fell back to the ground.

“Yuandan, the eighth-order Fuluodan! Quick, quick!” Dan Xinzong major repairer took one out of the storage bag, “Just one.”

“I know, on your behalf.”

Daojun Tianhe immediately sat up, took his pill and stuffed it into the little disciple’s mouth.

Who knew that Tu’er was clenching his teeth, and he couldn’t get it in.

“This, this… what’s going on?”

“Aren’t you still awake?”

someone asked cautiously.

At this moment, the man’s eyelashes trembled, and his eyes slowly opened.

Those dark eyes, which were filled with vast stars in the past, seemed to contain a thin layer of ice at this time, and they were empty.

“Teacher, why didn’t you squeak when you woke up? I’m scared to death as a teacher, hurry up, eat the pills.”

Tianhe handed Yuan Dan to Cui Wang’s eyes.

Who knows, only touching tightly closed lips.

“What’s the matter with your child?”

Tianhe was in a hurry.

Cui Wang blinked, blinked again, and suddenly covered his eyes: “Master, Wanwan, Wanwan… gone.”

“Wanwan is gone.”

“I can’t catch anything with this hand…”

“Okay, okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, wait a few years, a few years, just forget it.”

Daojun Tianhe clumsily patted him, coaxing him like a baby.

There was no sound there, only the hall was empty.

Cui Wang lay motionless, covering his forehead with one hand, his chest seemed to have no heave, just lay there silently, like a corpse.

Daojun Tianhe’s heart stopped for a beat, and he subconsciously grabbed his hand:

“Apprentice? Apprentice?”

When Cui Wang’s hand was pulled away, everyone was quiet.

Such a tough sword cultivator who doesn’t care about everything is actually crying.

Tears flowed freely on his face.

This person is so quiet even in grief, and he can’t learn to vent. Daojun Tianhe would rather he cry like a child.

The tip of his nose twitched, “Tu Er… do you want to give up yourself for a mere woman? Get up, get up for Lao Tzu!”

Daojun Tianhe pulled him up, and at this moment, something fell out of Cui Wang’s tattered robe.

“what–”

At this moment, a white-faced and beardless cultivator snapped his finger and took the thing over, “What is this?”

A scorched, stiff little bird was lifted by him.

“Roasted birds?”

“Why does this bird feel like the legendary phoenix?”

“Bing’er?”

Cui Wang, who couldn’t be urged just now, stood up, no one could see what he was doing, and the charred bird came directly into his palm.

“Bing’er?”

Tianhe Daojun looked at his little apprentice dumbfounded, and suddenly held a scorched roasted bird and talked like a madman, and quickly controlled him:

“Tutor, disciple, wake up!”

“No,” Cui Wang shook off Tianhe and suddenly laughed, “Master, Master, Wanwan is not dead! Wanwan is not dead!”

“I knew it, I knew it…”

He lowered his voice and looked at the roasted bird’s eyes as if he were looking at a rare treasure.

“Where’s Fulondan?”

Daojun Tianhe spread out his hands in a daze, and before he could speak, he was snatched by the little apprentice:

“Hey, slow down…”

Daojun Tianhe looked dumbfounded, and the little disciple put the Fu Luodan, which could not even buy one of the thousands of high-level primordial stones, directly into the mouth of the roasted bird: “…Eat.”

A miraculous scene appeared.

The roasted bird, who was obviously dead just now, was actually a carp and jumped up. With the movement of her jumping, the charred feathers began to fade, and when they landed, they had turned into ice blue feathers.

Ice blue flames jump on feathers.

“Ice… phoenix?”

The great cultivators had good eyesight, and they recognized the real body of this thing in an instant.

As soon as the ice phoenix landed, it opened a small beak and spat out two people.

Before the big cultivators could see clearly, they saw a gust of wind passing by, and Daojun Li Wei, who was crazy just now, had already embraced a person in his arms.

In the scarlet dress, under the long black hair, the exposed half of the side face is glowing, like a piece of fine jade.

“Girl doll?”

Tianhe Daojun widened his copper bell-sized eyes.

What was even more unexpected to him was in the back. The little ice bird jumped and jumped directly onto the girl in the red dress, with a beak and a mouthful of words:

“Bad uncle, you are really useless.”

Cui Wang looked at it and smiled slightly:

“Bing’er, thank you.”

Binger’s wings suddenly folded up and covered her cheeks: “Ahhh, bad uncle, don’t laugh. Don’t secretly play tricks on Binger, Binger belongs to A-Niang.”

“Bad uncle? Ah… mother?”

Daojun Tianhe looked at the ice phoenix for a while, and the little apprentice for a while, but felt that his brain was not working well.

The people next to him were discussing the scene just now.

“So, this is Phoenix’s early nirvana. Taking advantage of the opportunity of nirvana, he used the space in his abdomen to swallow the little cultivator and Immortal Lord Qiu Li…”

“That’s not right… Xianjun Qiu Li is obviously dead, but he died quite strangely, with no scars all over his body.”

Someone was rummaging through the other body.

Qi Kill’s cheeks were pale, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he had done the most proud thing in his life——

Just out of breath.

Almost at the same time, everyone looked at Zheng Wan in Cui Wang’s arms.

“Wanwan is fine.”

Cui Wang gently stroked Zheng Wan’s cheek.

She didn’t have any scars all over her body, her breath was weak but steady, only her eyes were tightly closed, and there was no sign of waking up.

Cui Wang thought for a while, then took out a piece of oily frozen dough from the storage ring and stuffed it into Zheng Wan’s mouth. At this moment, someone exclaimed in surprise:

“Heart-of-Palm Fruit? Is it a Heart-of-Palm Fruit that is rarely seen in 10,000 years? Can you repair your dantian, restore your soul, and protect everything from the heart-of-palm fruit collected from the 10,000-year-old Nissan tree?”

“Amitabha, Li Xiaoyou, this little cultivator is not injured, I’m afraid he won’t need such a rare fruit.”

Master Cheng Xin kindly reminded.

Cui Wang didn’t stop, and directly shoved the palm heart fruit into the mouth of the person in his arms.

He looked at Zheng Wan, his eyes were surprisingly gentle:

“No, she is more precious than anything in the world.”

When Zheng Wan opened her eyes, she met such a pair of eyes, sparkling and gentle, like a quiet lake in spring waves in March.

He looked at her as if she was his whole world.

Zheng Wan smiled at him:

“Cui Wang, even though I’m not dead, you still have to support me, Aye Aniang.”

“good.”

Cui Wang wanted to say more, but Bing’er suddenly came over with her small head and jumped up and down, “It was Binger who saved it, Binger saved it.”

Zheng Wan touched the newly grown feather on Bing’er’s head:

“It’s Bing’er’s credit.”

She turned to the other side and looked at the seven killings lying on the ground with complex eyes:

“Thanks… Bing’er.”

At the moment when Ziwei Xingjun blew himself up, Seven Kills cut off the hand of Kuluo that was entangling her. The last moment she remembered, he suddenly gave her a sly smile:

“The butterfly hairpin is fake, right?”

“Only that fool would believe it… A small crescent moon was clearly carved on the butterfly hairpin that night.”

Cui Wang also followed to look at Seven Kills:

“Please, Master Chengxin, recite the mantra for rebirth.”

A monk cannot die.