After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

"wait wait wait!"

At the gate of Zhuo Pu Tang, Shu Jin rushed over as a group of black iron soldiers was ready to go.

He rushed so that the scholar Lun towel flew into a straight line in the air, with a face like a peach and plum. When he was about to rush to Cui Wang, he suddenly stopped and gasped:

"The Palace of Beauty, I, I will go too!"

Cui Wang's brows tightened sharply:

"Nothing."

"Why not?"

Shu Jin took out a black iron order from his arms, "The true man is also a black iron order."

On the black sign that he took out, the word "Shu Jin" was engraved impressively, and the suffix was still the head of the camp, which was one level higher than Zheng Wan.

Zheng Wan couldn't help but glanced at the crying bag.

Shujin returned her with a sweet smile.

Cui Wang pursed his mouth:

"Where did you get the news?"

"No wonder Daojun, no wonder Daojun, the city lord of Haoshucheng has an old relationship with this monarch, and he happened to call this Shaozi to hear the news, this is..."

At this time, Shuyu Daojun was late, with a look of helplessness "his son can't control".

"If Aye doesn't let me go this time, I'll go secretly by myself!"

Shu Yu knew that his son, Niu Xinzuo, the more he was not allowed to do it, the more he wanted to do it.

Rather than let him sneak out without a sense of measure, he might as well follow the others. At least, this Li Wei Daojun is very reliable.

"Daojun, look... my child, I always have to go out to see the wind and waves."

Shu Yu still trusts Liwei Daojun very much.

Guixumen is a sword repairer, mostly with a temperament rather than bending, and there are very few people who practice deception.

But Liwei Daojun cultivates the ruthless Dao, and he practices the ruthless sword. He has a principle of life and behavior. Even if his son is suspected of "striving for beauty" with him, Shuyu does not think that Liwei Dao will avenge private revenge.

"Oh, here comes another beauty. Shu Yu, your son?"

Shu Yu Blow beard stared:

"Suddenly, you don't want to mess around!"

She shook her fan and smiled badly: "This gentleman will not mess around, but if your son wants to mess around...this gentleman won't stop it either."

"Join the team."

Cui Wang interrupted the topic by speaking out.

"okay!"

Shujin jumped into the middle of the team and stood beside Zheng Wan.

"Jade beauty, we meet again, do you miss me?"

Zheng Wan was silent, but smiled.

She didn't hate this book, nor was she too happy. If she had to define it, she was a friend of wine and meat who was quite talkative, but this friend of wine and meat did her a favor.

"Everyone is here, let's go."

Cui Wang flicked his sleeves and released a jujube boat the size of a thumb.

The Hezao Boat rose when it landed, and it rose to ten zhang. The black iron warrior's exclusive mark was engraved on the first of the boat. The mask was on the top and the halberd was on the bottom. Zheng Yu thought that it was the twelve major cities that were transferred to the city. A mission vehicle rationed by Secretary Secretary.

The monks lined up.

Qianshuang and Luoyang of Taibaimen, Mingyu and Wufeng of Beimianmen; Li Siyi and Zhige of Guixumen; Biyun and Baidi of Tianzunmen; Muli and Meicao of Danxinmen, Tian Luo Zong's Huayin, forgetting the opportunity...

Some are old acquaintances, some are raw faces, mixed together, on the jujube boat.

Spoiling with the old friends underneath, he bowed his hands and got on the Zaozhou.

Zi Xiu, Tianhe, Shuyu and other Taoists stood under the boat and watched eagerly. They watched as Zaozhou was driven up by Cui Wangyu, soaring into the sky, directly passing through the Guixu Gate array.

The flying boat is speeding in the clouds and mist.

Fly over the green hills, over the grass, all the way to the west.

Zheng Wan sat in the flying boat, and Shujin next to him was rare and quiet. He looked at her with his chin lying on his knees without blinking.

She was accustomed to being looked at, and she was not annoyed. She only speculated in her heart. In order not to be noticeable, she did not even go to the city teleportation array. Instead, she asked Cui Wang, a magical realm Taoist, to laboriously drive the Zaozhou. ,in the end……

What went wrong?

In Zheng Wan's memory, there was nothing like this Palace of Beauty.

The one that left the impression was the burnt note in the sachet. It was written on it, the bridge of Duer, the land of cold and death, the great sun sect...

As for the more specific details, I can't think of it at all.

"Huh, is the little girl in the know?"

Just thinking about it, a familiar rough voice rang in his ear.

Zheng Wan Yixi:

"Mrs. Jin, are you awake?"

Coming out of the land of black water, mother-in-law Jin shut herself in the soul-raising tree, and could not scream out anyway. At this time, she heard the voice, and her distress suddenly disappeared.

The soul consciousness sinks inward, and the color of the soul-raising wood in the dantian fades a little.

There was a little Taoist woman sitting sternly on it, with a gray robes, a face that was not real, but the aura on her body was familiar to Zheng Yu.

The mother-in-law's soul body has been condensed a lot.

Zheng Yu feels safe:

"Yeah, Wanwan became aware of it by accident."

"Smelly girl, you have to let other people hear you. I'm afraid I can't wait to slap you to death." Granny Jin sighed, "I thought you would have to spend ten or eight years from Yucheng to Zhiwei. After more than three years, it has broken through. Even though it has the use of the moisturizing essence to pass acupuncture points, it is not too bad..."

"Speaking of which, this is better than your first sect master. I think it took her from Yucheng to Zhiwei that year, but it took ten years, thirty-eight years."

Knowing the microcosmic life of eight hundred years old, thirty-eight is no better than a juvenile child, but Zheng Wan is only twenty-one.

But compared to Cui Wang, who entered the magical realm twenty-four, he was still a little bit worse.

"That mother-in-law is better?"

"Can't die."

Zheng Wan: "..."

When she woke up this time, her mother-in-law's temper became more and more weird.

She decided to provoke her less.

"Beauty, what do you want to be so happy?"

Shu Jin pointed at Zheng Wan's eyes, and made an upward gesture.

Zheng Wan was about to speak, but a colorful robe appeared in front of him, with a white background and yellow and green leaves. When the wind blew, the robe was blown up, just between her and Shujin.

Looking up along the robes, Cui Wang is looking down at her, his brows are like ice and snow that lasts forever.

"Dao... Jun?"

Zheng Wan was strange and authentic.

Cui Wang walked over without hearing.

The robe swayed and scraped to her cheek, Zheng Wan leaned back and avoided.

The spoiled Daojun glanced, and the folding fan shook more briskly.

On the road after that, except for occasional flying birds with short eyes, there was no change. In front of Cui Wang's boat, he guarded the boat's tail with infatuation, but for a long time, he approached his destination: Molan Town.

Molan Town was originally a city, but its descendants became more and more sparse, so it was automatically reduced to a town and fell under the jurisdiction of Yunshui City. On the other side, it was adjacent to the Land of Cold Weather.

The Palace of Beauty of the Spoiled Daoist resides at the junction of Molan Town and the Land of Cold Fall. It is a small palace, beautifully built.

But instead of going to the Palace of Beauty, Zaozhou stopped over Molan Town.

"This is for this reason for not letting the Dao Monarch leave first."

Cui Wang carried his hands on his back and looked at Mo Lan Town underneath, slowly saying.

The spoiled Daojun, who was sitting lazily in the stern of the boat, stood up early:

"How can it be like this?"

Zheng Wan also stood up.

The whole town was shrouded in a dark mist where the soul consciousness passed, and there was nothing to see.

This reminded her of the mist that swallowed the entire village outside Haoshu City, but the mist was not as dark and gray in color, and it could still show a gleam of light, and here—

But it seems to be heavily wrapped in black cloth and airtight.

On the Hezao Boat, everyone looked solemn.

"Why is this black fog?"

The spoiled Daoist turned his original strength into his palm, trying to grab a trace of black mist to study it.

Unexpectedly, the big palm hit the black mist, and it made a "sizzling" noise, and accompanied by the noise was a burst of black smoke. Yuan Li Palm was exhausted in this instant.

"The power of rotten yuan?"

Qianshuang screamed in surprise.

Zheng Yu could also see that he could corrode the palm of a senior Taoist master in an instant. The most important thing was that she seemed to feel that the black mist dissipated by the palm of Yuanli became darker and brighter. .

If you guess right, you can not only corrupt the element, but also use the elemental power for your own use.

This is a little difficult.

Zheng Wan looked at Cui Wang, but didn't look back when he heard him:

"Be quiet."

At this time, I don't care about the little beauty who just begged him to take the boat:

"If you have any thoughts, Mr. Li Wei Dao, let me mention it."

Cui Wang had no idea.

His kendo has always emphasized on breaking through with one effort.

When everyone saw that Leng Jun Daojun lifted his foot and stepped on it, he got out of the jujube boat. The colorful white robe was blown by the wind to hunt. He stepped on the mist of Molan Town, and with a move with his right hand, he recruited this Hongyu. The streamer slashed down.

The sword intent turns into ten, ten into hundreds, hundreds of thousands, thousands of thousands, and its power is like cracking rocks in mountains.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"boom--"

The black mist did not move.

It is like a solidified umbrella cover, covering the top of Molan town motionlessly.

On the contrary, the sword qi collided with the black mist "sizzling", bursts of thick smoke came out, but after a few breaths, it made people feel that the black mist became thicker and brighter.

Zheng Wan's guess was confirmed.

Cui Wang also took his hand:

"You can't attack from outside."

"Half a day ago, my group of ten men from the Dark Iron Order entered, the whole army was wiped out, and there was no one to survive."

He said this, still expressionless, unable to see how painful it was.

The flying eyebrows of the spoiled Daoist quickly rolled into crickets:

"So many dolls are all dead?"

"Yes."

Cui Wang nodded, he paused for a while before saying, "If you can't attack from the outside, you can only break from the inside..."

"Daojun!"

The disciples of the Beast Yumen raised their hands vigorously, "When the princes of Taoist priests were casting the spell, I smelled the smell of carrion, it was very strong."

Because of their contracted natal beasts, the disciples of the beast control door always have some strange abilities. This force is probably a keen sense of smell.

Zheng Wan remembered the faint smell on the tip of his nose just now.

"Very thick?"

"It's like the stench of years after countless corpses are piled up together."

Cui Wang looked down at the town, and followed his infatuation. For a long time, he sighed:

"Even the Black Iron Order has been wiped out. Those mortals are afraid that they will die. I just don't know, what is this black mist, and where does it start?"

Some memory fragments began to float in Zheng Wan's mind, but the fragments were too fragmented to be put together.

Corpse, black mist...

Can't attack from outside...

Cui Wang, Mingyu, Qianshuang...death...

Who is going to die?

She rubbed her forehead, she couldn't remember it, so she stopped embarrassing herself, it was not Cui Wang anyway.

When Zheng Wan looked up, he noticed that Cui Wang glanced at himself, then turned his head:

"Can you feel that your beauty palace is still there?"

Everyone in the Xuan Cang realm knows that the spoiled Taoist loves the temple like his life, and it took most of his family to build such a temple. It is rumored that the temple is beautiful and comparable to the heavens of the fairy palace, and its defense ability is also worse than that of the ancient Xuanwu. So some.

"The Palace of Beauty is all right."

"Please let me wait to enter the Palace of Beauty."

The Hall of Beauty, Daojun, is a treasure that has been sacrificed. Although it doesn't seem to be carried around with you in the cave, it is not difficult to send someone in.

In this way, using the Palace of Beauty as a position to break through ideas from the inside, and to find out the reality of this place, is an excellent way.

"No." The spoiled Daoist looked at the crooked melons of this boat, and even if the standard was lowered, only five people would qualify. He grimly refused, "If you want to go to the Beauty Palace, you and Zi Xiu can do it."

Everyone in the world knows that only beautiful people are allowed to enter the Palace of Beauty of the Spoiled Daoist.

Everyone:

"..."

The west wind is rustling, and the fallen leaves are falling. It's really...cold this day.

"Really not?"

The whole body was like an ice cellar, and the spoiled Daojun looked down at the unsteady sword glow in Liwei Daojun's palm, that cold and handsome face that was hard to find in the world, and the melancholy "My Black Iron Commander was overwhelmed, No life is left", his voice suddenly softened:

"Okay, it's OK. For the sake of beauty, go all, go all."

Cui Wang's face sank.

But he didn't say anything. He just stepped back, leaned over his eyebrows with his hands, and saluted: "Thank you Daojun."

Spoiling also became serious.

He stretched out his hand in front of him and grabbed it, and a black crack was torn out in the air, and the wind was blowing from inside the crack, "I won't be able to support it for long, so move in quickly."

The cultivator of Wonderland has the ability to tear space.

It's just that if the fixed point is not a familiar location, those with better luck can still come back, and those with less luck are not involved in spatial turbulence and death, or strayed into the chaotic nihility and wandering forever.

The monks on the Hezaozhou stepped into the crack one by one, and Cui Wang stood beside the spoiled Daojun.

When Zheng Yu stepped into the crack, he glanced back suddenly, she met Cui Wang's eyes, he looked at her without blinking, his eyes frowned slightly, and the sleeves of his robe flicked forward when she saw her motionless , Zheng Wan only felt a gentle force coming, and he was pushed into the crack in the space.

"Daoist, please."

When the spoiled Daojun stepped into the crack, Cui Wang, like a gust of wind, pulled him into the crack that was about to close.

This is the first time Zheng Wan has entered a crack in space.

The so-called crack is nothing but a black tunnel. After not walking far, he reached the entrance of the cave, a vast expanse of whiteness, and the spoiled Daojun smiled:

"Beauty, jump down, that's it."

"I danced well with Daojun."

Entering into the cracks of other people's space is equivalent to handing over all the lives of others to others. Cui Wang's actions are natural, and there is no lively and spoiling Daojun.

He nodded:

"That's it, the little babies go first."

Zheng Wan followed Li Siyi and stepped into the white light.

After a while, people were already standing in a flowerbed.

There are different kinds of flowers planted in the flowerbed, such as mandala, leaf tulip, bell tingle, and all kinds of flowers. You can't see the head at a glance. When the wind blows, the waves of flowers begin to undulate.

The tip of his nose was full of floral fragrance, Zheng Wan took a deep breath, and said in his heart:

This is how people live.

Next to the flower garden, there was also a swing, a small round table, a few butterfly wooden chairs, and a few painting fans on the table, but the owner was in a daze.

"gone."

Cui Wang passed her. This was the first word he said to her today.

Zheng Wan did not leave, but he stopped:

"Don't go? Happy to be like this?"

Zheng Wan said with a smile, "It's Huanxi."

When she is no longer busy and can relax and breathe out her life, she must build such a flower garden for herself.

Cui Wang stopped, thought about it seriously, and said:

"If I send you a flower garden, will you make peace with me?"

"Yeah--"

There was an exclamation from the side, Qianshuang stood up from the flower garden awkwardly, and said at a loss: "I just wanted to lower my head to pick a flower, who knows, who knows..."

I heard.

How could she have thought that a person who was never smiling and cold in front of her would ask for reconciliation in front of another woman?

Qianshuang originally thought that between Liwei Daojun and Zheng Wan, Daojun should be the leader, and Daojun should divide the division——

But who knows, it was the other way around.

This made her faintly angry: a person like Zheng Wan dare to be so rare that she loves such a precious treasure and is willing to sacrifice her life for it. She, she...

"Go away," the cowardly Daojun rushed in from the outside, "too much luck at one time, losing everything, I didn't expect to throw everyone apart."

"Gather in the hall."

Zheng Wan raised his heel to the spoiled Taoist monarch, and when he was about to walk out of the garden, he said:

"Cui Wang, you look like this, it's like a caramel for a child to want to eat, not like you."

"I don't eat caramel."