Seeing the heavy rain pouring down on his side, Jing Zhaomei touched the tip of his nose, a cruel and mysterious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and muttered:

Five years ago, Master always hated me so much, but now, when I traveled through the rivers and lakes and returned to Hongmen, he had changed and trusted me so much.

Was it because five years had washed away the hatreds that had been hidden in his mind, or was it because he also knew that tonight was going to be an unquiet night and wanted to rely on me?

In fact, when he returned to Hongmen today, he was already mentally prepared to be insulted and ridiculed, but unexpectedly, the master didn't say anything.

And today, Master's extraordinary kindness to himself really surprised Jing Zhaomei.

He suddenly remembered that in the past, when the master had been harsh and difficult for him, it almost made him think that today's master was a stand-in.

In the past, when he was telling Master what he thought he was perfect, Master would always shout at him with a look of disgust, saying,

Mei'er, it's rare that God has blessed you with such a brilliant mind, but if you always use it to satisfy your personal desires, you will definitely regret it.

You should learn to use your cleverness and wisdom to try to help other people, to let others share your joy, your achievements, and not be complacent.

If you continue to be stubborn like this, then you are really ruining such a wise and wise mind that God has given you.

In this way, it will be meaningless for you to stay in Hongmen, and I hope that you will disappear from my presence at once, and that I will not see your abominable face again.

Master is always so himself, no matter what he does, Master can always find a reason to blame him, and he is full of hatred for himself in words and deeds.

He didn't know why Master hated him so much.

If you think about it, you don't seem to have anything annoying about you, except that your mind is smarter than others.

Perhaps, as the senior sister Hong Liu said, the reason why the master is so himself is because he has too high expectations for himself.

Five years ago, I remember that when he was about to leave Hongmen after being reprimanded by his master in the most severe way, his sister once came to him and explained,

Fourth Senior Brother, although Daddy is always so strict and harsh to you, as if everything is aimed at you, please believe him, he has absolutely no ill will towards you.

This is because he has higher expectations for you, who can already be called the first wise man in the rivers and lakes, and does not want you to go the wrong way.

But is that really the case?

Hmph, maybe.

Otherwise, today, in the days when the great enemy is currently in tension, he would not suddenly be so kind to me and trust me so much.

I must kill the immortal phoenix that has been legendary in the rivers and lakes in this dead forest, so that he can understand the true strength of me, the first wise man in the rivers and lakes.

Perhaps, he thought that I worked so hard to snipe the immortal phoenix in this dead forest for the safety of Hongmen and to repay his nurturing kindness, but in fact......

Thinking of this, a mysterious smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This smile is so incompatible with the lush vitality of the dead forest, and there is a cruel bloody smell in it.

And at this time, it rained even more.

Diamond-like raindrops continued to fall on the leaves and branches, striking each other with a crisp and mournful sound.

The voice was tinged with the smell of death.

Perhaps, it is a death overture for the immortal phoenix.

However, Jing Zhaomei's originally calm and steady body suddenly shook, because he suddenly found that the sound of the rain hitting the leaves was mixed with ......

Mixed with other sounds......

What is the sound......

That's right, it's the screams of the trees after a stranger suddenly intrudes into the Forest of Death.

Everything in the world has life, and everything in the world has living beings.

Animals will be surprised and panicked when they encounter an unfamiliar object, and plants will also make a panicked cry when they encounter an unfamiliar object intruding.

And this kind of sorrow can only be felt if the frequency of one's own life is fused with the frequency of the life of the trees and placed on the same frequency.

And in today's rivers and lakes, the only one who can integrate himself with the life of the trees is him, Jing Zhaomei, the first wise man.

Bleak cold rain, long night, in this forest full of the breath of death, at this moment, an outsider actually broke in, who is it?

Could it be an immortal phoenix?

Thinking of this, the nerves in Jing Zhaomei's whole body suddenly tightened.

And his beautiful face was covered with a layer of frost, and his steps quickened, and he jumped to the top of the treetop, the tallest cold maple in the forest.

He straightened his body, adjusted his breathing, tried to hide his movements, and completely blended the rhythm of his body with the forest and the night rain.

Then, looking around, listening in the direction of the strange sound, he could determine where the intruder was.

Jing Zhaomei's figure was immovable, as peaceful as climbing on a tree to absorb the moisture of the rain, with buds waiting to be released.

And the rain above his head, which was falling heavier and heavier, was blocked out by the enchantment formed by the true power condensed in his body, as if it had fallen on the curved windowsill, and scattered in all directions.

Jing Zhaomei crouched at the end of the branch at the highest point of the cold tree and looked around, but the surroundings were quiet, only the sound of rain hitting the branches and leaves.

The visitor seemed to have realized that his whereabouts had been discovered, so he quickly merged his voice with the raindrops of the forest trees in the sky.

Jing Zhaomei's brows were slightly wrinkled into the word "Chuan", and his right hand stretched straight out, slightly slanting downward, in the shape of a sharp sword out of the sheath, and secretly said:

Hmph, no matter who you come from, as long as you break into this forest of death, you will never be able to escape, and I will never let you go back alive.

Although Jing Zhaomei's figure still didn't move, the air-like enchantment that enveloped him and was condensed by the true power of his whole body began to slowly shrink and shrink......

It slowly shrunk into the shape of a transparent raincoat and wrapped tightly around the body.

The big and big raindrops that were falling almost against his clothes.

However, this was not because the barrier on his body was suddenly solidified by the murderous aura emanating from the intruder's body, and it was slowly weakening.

Instead, Jing Zhaomei was slowly constricting his breath and condensing the strength of his whole body.

And when he shrunk this air cover-like barrier to a minimum, that is when his strength is the strongest, and he is about to attack.