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Chongyang, ascending to drink.

Although Wen Zhuyuan hid in a high tree branch and saw a wonderful scene in the middle of the night, he was also addicted to alcohol.

The purpose of coming out of the ruined temple was to drink wine, but the wine was not made, but it was beaten by the resurrected idol.

Now, although it came out, because I didn't want to miss the meeting between Xiang Fu and Mu Rujingye, I had to endure my addiction to alcohol.

Now, when I heard Mu Rujingye suddenly mention the word "wine", I couldn't help it anymore.

After Mu Rujingye and Wen Ba's people were all gone, Wen Zhuyuan also climbed down from the tree and walked out of the Moonlit Night Forest from another direction.

Smell and stop and look at the sky, it shouldn't have closed yet.

While he misses the nightclubs and supermarkets that used to be open 24 hours a day, he forced himself to endure his alcohol addiction and deliberately do something to divert his attention.

Just as he walked out of the moonlit night forest, his alcohol addiction was indeed transferred.

Because he saw a man.

A pale man.

Pale face, pale hands, pale sword.

Dressed in white like snow, his cold eyes are like cold stars and cold snow on distant mountains.

With an awe-inspiring murderous aura.

Shi Shiran stood on a high slope outside the forest on a moonlit night, and even his posture had a sense of determination to stand outside the world.

Wen Zhuyuan gasped, then touched the scar on his neck, smiled at the man, and said in surprise: "Damn, I thought I ran into Ximen blowing snow, so I almost ran over to ask you for an autograph, oops, you are a Ji Sijue, how can you do this." ”

This person actually shot twice in the moonlit night forest just now, and forced Ji Sijue to live up to the point twice.

Isn't this guy gone, why is he here?

Ji Sijue looked at him and said, "You are the Mei clan who recently joined Wen Bamen?"

Wen Zhiyuan touched the scar on his neck and grinned: "Hey, you speak politely, don't want Mei's Mei's applause, make me look like Wen Ba's daughter-in-law." As for age, according to age, I should be a few years older than you, so you should call me big brother. ”

Ji Sijue said in a deep voice: "Draw your sword!"

Wen Zhuyuan seemed to be startled, and said in a lost voice: "Pull, pull, pull...... What sword?"

Ji Sijue said: "First, you have already joined the Juhao Xuan, but you just ran to eavesdrop on the secrets of the master's family, you should be killed! Second, I heard that you use a good sword, as long as you use a sword, you should also be killed!"

Wen Zhuyuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "How can you really do this." What I also want to tell you is that, first, I have already joined the Giant Mansion Xuan, so I am responsible for my Dong Weng Wenba and protect his safety in secret. As for the second one, you are even more domineering than Simon Blowing Snow. Even as a sword god, Ximen Fuxue is not as arrogant as you, and he wants to kill everyone who uses a sword in the world. ”

Ji Sijue's hand holding the hilt of the sword moved slightly, looked at Wen Zhuyuan, and said, "You are mentioning the name Ximen Fuxue for the second time, who is he?"

Wen Zhuyuan looked at the sky with admiration, his expression solemn and serious, as if telling an ancient myth from a distant time and space that shines with the sun and the moon.

His tone was decisive and resolute, and he said, "No, he is not a master, he is a master of masters." He has a haughty character like ice and snow on the distant mountains, and a life that shines like a meteor on a winter night. Clothes as pale as snow, sword blades as pale as snow, faces as pale as snow, loneliness as pale as snow. He is the only sword god in the world, and his sword blows not snow, but blood...... In his opinion, he kills not to kill, but to be an art. Can you feel the beauty of a little red heart slowly blooming down your opponent's throat?"

Ji Sijue's expression was a little lonely.

Wen Zhuyuan smiled: "Do you suddenly feel very inferior, and feel that compared to Ximen Blowing Snow, you are like a young child playing with a sword." ”

Ji Sijue suddenly drew his sword.

However, before the sword could be drawn, it was pressed back by Wen Zhuyuan.

Wen Zhuyuan suddenly came to his side at the moment when he drew his sword.

His body didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and it hit Ji Sijue's hand so lightly when he drew his sword.

Ji Sijue's originally drawn sword was knocked back again.

Then, Wen Zhuyuan's hands seemed to be unintentionally but intentionally on his shoulders.

He looked like he was familiar with him, and grinned at him: "As for me, the most respected thing is those young masters, especially those masters with high understanding like Your Excellency, compared to the rice buckets that I approached on the orders of Wen Baye...... Heck, let's not talk about it, why don't we find a place to have a drink. ”

As he spoke, he actually sang like a play, babbling and humming: "Speaking of heroes, who are heroes, Ximen Chuixue, who kills people and blows blood, is the real hero." ”

Ji Sijue struggled a few times, but he didn't break free from his hands, and said in a deep voice: "Let go!"

Wen stopped and said: "What? Don't you want to go? Then forget it, I'll go and drink alone." Another day, I'll introduce the sword god Ximen Fuxue to you. ”

said, regardless of Ji Sijue's reaction, he walked away.

Ji Sijue behind him suddenly drew his sword and swung it towards a big tree beside him.

hugged the thick tree and fell down in response.

Wen Zhuyuan stopped, looked back, looked at him, and said with a smile: "Good swordsmanship, really good swordsmanship, even cutting trees is so handsome, I really admire, admire!"

Jiang Feng was also saying the same thing: "Admire, admire!"

However, he said it to himself.

He admired himself so much.

I was so impressed that I threw myself to the ground.

The "black-faced bear" surnamed Mei scolded him so much that not only could he not find the slightest reason to refute it, but he even had to obediently listen to him and return to protect the ignorant, arrogant, and uncultivated eldest lady.

Oops, when it comes to the eldest lady, he is even more angry.

It seems that she can be regarded as a famous family, but no matter from which point of view, Jiang Feng really can't see which point of her is a famous lady.

Alas, I had to suffer a dumb loss, who made myself a future hero.

A hero has to be a little tolerant and righteous and heroic.

If you can find the clues of the flower thieves through this eldest lady, and then smash their conspiracy and become famous in one fell swoop, ha, it seems to be not bad.

However, that flower faction is said to have been exterminated by Mu Rujingye and his people.

That's a bit of a pity.

Although the Huajian faction has been exterminated, isn't there still Wen Ba's.

Wen Ba is not a good person.

If you catch Wen Ba's evil handle through this eldest lady, it doesn't seem bad.

So, there's nothing wrong with eating a little dumb and losing a little, what's the big deal about pushing the car a few times for the eldest lady? what's the big deal about washing the dishes for the eldest lady? what's the big deal about being a subordinate for the eldest lady for a few days? I will let her repay it twice as much in the future. It is the so-called eating a trench to grow a wisdom, the so-called how to see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain, and the so-called suffering in the hardship to become a master.

For the title of hero, endure it.

After this ideological struggle, Jiang Feng made up his mind to protect the eldest lady to the end.

When the time comes, let his "black-faced bear" surnamed Mei see that he Jiang Feng is actually not as incompetent as he imagined.

He wanted to show the "black-faced bear" surnamed Mei, in fact, he Jiang Feng was also a well-known man.

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace again, returned the same way, and ran back towards the small restaurant where he had left.

Now, he only hoped that the proud and ignorant eldest lady would be held there after dinner because she had no money to pay the bills, washing dishes and washing dishes, so that he could continue to stay by her side and carry out the task of protecting her.

If it's unfortunate that the shopkeeper can't resist the coercion and temptation of the eldest lady and obediently lets her go, then who knows what will happen next.

However, when he arrived at the tavern, he was startled by what he saw.

Shocked.

Miss, it's really not there.

Not only is the eldest lady no longer there, but even the tavern is no longer there.

The tavern moved as if it had grown legs.

The thatch on the roof was scattered all over the ground as if it had been ravaged by a typhoon.

The tables and chairs in the tavern were all broken legs and broken arms, and they were all over the floor.

Wine jars, bowls, and plates were scattered to the ground as if they had been beaten by eighty drunkards.

The customer has long since disappeared, leaving only the shopkeeper and his man to look at the sky.

I don't know if I'm glad I survived the catastrophe, or if I'm cursing the person who made the tavern like this to go to eighteen layers of hell.

Seeing this, Jiang Feng was a little exhausted: It seems that the eldest lady is more than lucky this time.

He couldn't hold back any longer, and sat on the ground with his ass, lost his soul.

Just when he regained his mood and was about to go to other places to find the eldest lady, the shopkeeper who had been speechless and asked Cangtian suddenly cried "wow".