Adorable Villain: Male God, I am not Trying to Rob You.

"Master of the Gate."

Hearing Hu Yandian's words, Xia Beibei lowered his eyes, his tone full of guilt: "I'm sorry, Master! I shouldn't mention that name again."

"It's okay, Alan."

Hearing this, Hu Yandian smiled faintly at Xia Beibei. If there was one person in the world who deserved her unconditional trust, then that person must be Ye Lan.

The trust between them is unreserved.

"Master, actually I was able to survive this time because there was another person who saved me. He is... Zuo Qianji, Senior Zuo!"

Zuo Qianji!

After hearing Xia Beibei's words, the porcelain bottle in Hu Yandian's hand finally slipped to the ground. The medicine bottle broke into pieces, and the white medicine powder inside also scattered on the floor.

Hu Yandian will never forget this name.

"These are his ashes."

Xia Beibei knew that Hu Yandian would be very upset when he heard Zuo Qianji's name, but at this moment, she felt that she had to tell her everything: "Senior Zuo... he thought I was you, so he did not hesitate to exhaust himself He devoted his life to healing me. After his death, he was cremated by Feng Jiutian, and his ashes are here. I... I think it’s better to leave it to you, the sect master!"

"Ah."

His body was stiff for a moment, and Hu Yandian finally came back to his senses slowly: "Is he dead?"

Just die?

Is there just a pile of ashes left?

Staring at the ashes in Xia Beibei's hand, Hu Yandian raised her hand suddenly, and the wooden box in her hand was immediately knocked to the ground. The lid of the box fell to the ground and was opened, revealing the ashes inside, as if it could be blown by the wind at any time. drift.

Zuo Qianji.

You finally came back, but why did you turn into ashes?

Can death really make the hatred disappear?

"This person has nothing to do with me, A Lan, since he is your savior, you should dispose of his ashes!"

After saying that, Hu Yandian walked out quickly without even lowering his eyes.

Looking at her leaving figure, Xia Beibei sighed. She changed into clean clothes and then picked up the urn on the ground.

With Hu Yandian's skills, she could smash the box in one go, but she didn't.

So, she also hopes that person will be buried in peace, right?

Aman.

Even though you keep saying that Aman is dead, you still retain her heart - that kind and flawless heart.

Because Hu Yandian left, Xia Beibei had to change the dressing for his own wound. Fortunately, there were many medicines in this room, and Xia Beibei asked someone to clean up the medicine bottle broken by Hu Yandian.

Just when Xia Beibei was recovering from his injuries at the Blood Clothes Sect headquarters, the news that Wutong Villa was wiped out, and that all his martial arts colleagues from Huashan Sword Sect and Kongtong Sect were killed, had already spread in the martial arts world. For a while, The Bloody Clothes Sect became the target of public criticism.

Countless martial arts sects are clamoring to eliminate harm for the people and eradicate the blood-clothed sect, a cancer in the martial arts world.

However, despite the clamor, no one took the lead, and the group was just flaunting themselves and amusing themselves...

As the only bloodline left in Wutong Villa, Le Zhengxi was originally following his master, Han Ke, to help the world by hanging pots in the rivers and lakes, saving lives and healing the wounded.

When she heard the news that Wutong Villa was wiped out, she couldn't bear the blow and fell into a coma.

"Senior Han, is Miss Le feeling better?"

In the inner room of Yaolu where the aroma of medicine floated, a man in black looked at Han Ke who was sitting in front of the hospital bed with a worried look. This man looked like he was in his early twenties, tall and slender, handsome and handsome, and he was dressed in black clothes. It made his whole person even more cold and pure.

This person was none other than the male protagonist, Feng Yanwan, who had gone crazy while practicing martial arts and was rescued by Le Zhengxi by some mistake.

Feng Yanwan was born in a hidden sect. Twelve years ago, he came to the Central Plains with his master. It was at that time that he and his master were separated because of his playfulness, and he was trapped in one place. At the bottom of the steep valley, in that valley, he met a little girl.

That little girl was Feng Yanwan's savior. Over the years, Feng Yanwan could not forget her. He came to the Central Plains with all his heart in mind, just to find the little girl back then and repay his kindness.

It's a pity that the world is so big that Feng Yanwu doesn't know how to find his benefactor.

Moreover, apart from knowing the little girl's nickname, I also knew absolutely nothing about her...

Feng Yanwan was wandering around in the martial arts world of the Central Plains by himself, because he liked to act as he pleased, and sometimes he would kill people if he disagreed with him. This made Feng Yanwan make many enemies in the martial arts world, so some days ago , someone took advantage of him to sneak up on him while he was practicing, and he was accidentally hit by the attack. He went crazy and almost died!

Fortunately, Le Zhengxi happened to go up the mountain to collect medicine at this time. After seeing the unconscious Feng Yanwan, she immediately went to check and found that his pulse was disordered. Le Zhengxi didn't have time to think too much, so she treated him without hesitation. Healing his wounds allowed Feng Yan to escape death.

Feng Yanwang's principle has always been to repay the kindness he receives from others with a spring of water.

Now that he learned that Le Zhengxi's family had encountered a catastrophe, Feng Yanwan also felt uncomfortable.

"Master, Mr. Feng."

At this time, Le Zhengxi, who was unconscious on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

"Xi'er, are you awake?"

When Han Ke saw that his beloved disciple was awake, he immediately raised his hand and felt Le Zhengxi's pulse. When he felt that she was fine, Han Ke breathed a sigh of relief: "Xi'er, the deceased is dead. You Please forgive me and accept the change!"

"Yes, Master."

Le Zhengxi lowered her eyes. Ever since she became a disciple of martial arts master Han Ke, she has become accustomed to life, separation, and death in this world.

Who can live without death?

Le Zhengxi knew that she should live well and live well.

But...her parents and brothers died unexpectedly, and hundreds of people in Wutong Villa were stained with blood. As the only survivor of the Le family, how could she remain indifferent?

She must avenge this revenge herself.

Even though she knew that she was no match for Ye Lan, and that she could not shake the Bloody Clothes Sect even with her own strength, it was only natural for her as a child to avenge her parents!

"Master, Mr. Feng, I'm fine."

Le Zhengxi forced a smile: "I... I want to go back to Feng County to see, at least... go put incense sticks on the graves of my father, mother and elder brother!"

"I'll go back with you, Miss Le!"

After hearing Le Zhengxi's words, Feng Yanwan on the side immediately spoke quickly.

Now that the world is in so much chaos, he really doesn't worry about Anle Zhengxi traveling alone. Even though her medical skills are unparalleled, her kung fu is only mediocre. She can deal with ordinary bandits and bandits without any problem. If she really encounters a strong martial artist, As a martial arts fellow, Le Zhengxi really will not be his opponent.

Sensing Feng Yanwan's concern, Le Zhengxi hesitated for a moment, then nodded gently: "Then I have you, Mr. Lao Feng!"