After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

Hundred miles of deserted slopes outside the city.

The air moved, and two figures of a man and a woman suddenly appeared. They looked at each other and walked a few steps in unison. With a "puff", they knelt down in front of a man in black.

"Young Master, is it okay?"

The female cultivator has a charming appearance and a good figure. At this time, she has a worried look on her face, looking with concern at the overly pale face of the black robe man and the wisp of red silk around her mouth.

He wiped the black robe, glanced at the remaining blood stains on his fingertips, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised:

"Good, how bad."

His voice was dull, it seemed that he had lost a game and it was meaningless, and his slightly gaze raised his head to look into the distance, which was the direction of Fengwu City.

"What is the young master looking at?"

"Look at the city." Seven Killers turned their heads, "Do you think this monarch and that Liwei Daojun are stronger?"

He had a pair of sparkling peach eyes with very deep folds. At this time, his face was bleak, but his eyes were dark and deep. It was obviously a beautiful picture. The kneeling two shuddered. He lowered his head suddenly.

They are here too, just hiding themselves with a special magic weapon.

The scene just before is still vivid, and they have never seen an opponent who can fight the young master like that.

Monarch Li Wei Dao shrank into an inch, and the two of them faced each other. Before the young master had spoken, Monarch Li Wei Dao drew his sword without saying a word.

The Young Master’s domain, they have seen, it is the cry of ghosts and the howl of a thousand cities, but it is strange to be in the domain of Monarch Li Wei Dao. They have never known before that sword aura can also become a domain, in the domain opened by Monarch Li Wei Dao. , The sword air is vertical and horizontal, scraping the bones and skin, bringing up a deep coldness.

If it weren’t for their magic weapon, they would have fallen out of this space.

However, thinking of Li Wei Daojun's glance at their hiding place when he was leaving, he felt that he might have known it a long time ago, but he didn't care about it with the ants.

"Why don't you speak?"

Qisha asked softly.

The two monks fell down abruptly, shivering.

Once the young master speaks in this tone, it means that he is not very happy, and once the young master is unhappy, someone will suffer.

"Self, naturally, the young master is great!"

The male Xiu raised his head and pleased the tunnel, "That Liwei Daojun is just a brag of the Zhengmeng, how can it be worthy of the young master's wise martial arts and Taoism!"

"Lying!" Seven Killers blew their fingers, "Dishonest people, but they will be punished."

The two looked at each other, and recalled what the so-called "punishment" was.

Ban Yuanli and throw it into Wanshe Cave for one night.

Didn't die overnight, let it out again.

"Yes, Liwei Daojun is powerful! Young Master and Young Master can't beat him!"

The male repairer quickly changed his mind.

"Oh? Really?"

"Yes, yes, the young master still needs to sharpen and sharpen—"

Before the man had finished speaking, a line of blood suddenly appeared in his throat. He touched his throat and suddenly opened his eyes.

"puff"-

Bright red blood sprayed all over the place.

Qisha picked up his robe and retreated in disgust, wiped his hands with the kerchief, and left:

"My Lord hates inconsistent people the most."

"What about you? Why don't you say a word?"

Qisha turned his back.

His black robe was blasted by the wind, and the golden rim of the dragon pattern inlaid on the hem of his robe was shone by the sun, giving a golden streamer.

The female cultivator looked at him ignorantly:

"Subordinates don't want to lie."

Seven kills will be quiet:

"Oh? Aren't you afraid?"

"afraid."

"Go back and order the punishment."

The female cultivator crawled down, replied "yes" softly, and straightened up again, without even looking at her colleague who fell on the ground, she withdrew into the air.

The evil league has never shown mercy.

Qisha turned around and continued to look in the direction of Fengwu City, but he did not consciously shake the shocking sword in his mind—

Pina is astonishing, like a dragon.

The man in white clothes and black hair came out of the air, his sword power was extremely pure and clean, extremely cold, and truly beautiful.

"Interesting, interesting, it hasn't been this interesting in a long time."

Qisha touched the corners of his lips and smiled.

The female cultivator used the space magic weapon to escape all the way back to the vicinity of the Xiyu Mountains.

There have been a lot of Zhengmeng monks in the Xiyu Mountain Range recently, and they are carefully screening the entire mountain range. Sooner or later, they will find the tunnel for their evil alliance to enter the territory under the jurisdiction of the Zhengmeng.

She watched for a while, hooked her lips, and dived directly into the tunnel, to the east of the crevice of Xiyu Mountain, handed two yuan stones to the guards, and directly stepped onto the teleportation formation and returned to the Seven Kills Sect.

"Zongzhang."

As soon as the female cultivator entered the hall, she knelt down.

"Don't let you follow the young master? Why come back now? Where's Wu Shi?"

The man above the lobby had a thick eyebrow and a broad face. If it weren't for a murderous suit, he looked like a passerby.

But this passerby is still the Sect Master of the Seven Kills.

"Wu Shi is dead."

"He lost his temper again?"

"Yes."

"Let him go."

Zong's palm touched his jaw, "Then why are you coming back now?"

"The young master read the Canglan Newspaper this morning, and received the provocative battle from the Zhengmeng Liwei Daojun, and was lost."

The female cultivator took out the Canglan Newspaper from the storage bag, put her hands on top of her head, and presented it.

Zongzhang glanced at it, and he saw the "women" who utterly spoken out:

"Invincible? It doesn't matter."

"Little Lord-"

"The strength of the seven kills has not been restored, and that person is just jumping for a while. By the way, Rong Qing -" Zong Zhang raised his head and said, "Now the situation is tense. I'm afraid you didn't return to the sect because of this matter? "

"Naturally not."

Rong lightly bit her lower lip, "The subordinate is worried—"

"What are you worried about?"

"The young master has been very dissatisfied with my great cause of returning to Xuan Cang recently. Subordinates observe that he is afraid that he has fallen in love with a woman."

"Oh? What kind of woman?"

Zong Zhang sat up straight.

"In the past few years, Zhengmeng has produced another innate Dao species, and entered the Yuan realm and entered the Yuqingmen. However, in only four years, he has reached the micro-level of knowledge. What the young master is interested in is this innate Dao species. ; The conflict with that Zhengmeng Liwei Daojun is also because of this innate Taoist species."

Rong Qing drew a thick stack of paper from his sleeve, "This is the detailed information of that innate Taoist species."

Zongzhang raised his hand and took the picture, turning it over with ten lines, the more he turned his eyebrows, the tighter he frowned:

"How about the preparations for the seven kills?"

"As far as his subordinates know, the young master has repeatedly taken care of him, letting him go, saying that he was trying to separate the feelings of the two innate Dao species, but the young master himself..." Rong Qing seemed unable to speak, "trapped in. Up."

She has been with the young master for twenty years, and she knows how the young master is. No matter how fun the plaything is, she won’t have played with the young master for an hour, but this...innate Taoist species attracted his attention. long time.

"The chess pieces that my evil league has painstakingly planted in the twelve major cities of the Zhengmeng League were pulled together by the lord of the Liwei Daoist. There are only a few strongholds in the small cities that are still lingering. The young master is not only not hiding his powers at this time, but also It is really unwise to respond to the provocation of Liwei Daojun. And—the previous two puppets were accidentally damaged, according to subordinates’ observations, it is also due to that innate Dao-species."

Zong Zhang pondered for a long time:

"In your opinion, how should it be solved?"

"The young master said that he wanted to recruit, but according to his subordinates, that innate Dao-seed and Zhengmeng Liwei have a strong relationship, and they are afraid of it. Once the innate Dao-seed grows up, the young master has not done anything yet-so, Instead of taking advantage of its weakness, weeding away the roots."

"Tell me."

Rong Qing motioned to Zong Zhang to look at the end of the paper, Zong Zhang was taken aback:

"Bad mortals?"

"According to subordinates' observations, there is a certain connection between this innate Dao-seed and that Liwei Daojun. Once in danger, Liwei Daojun will appear immediately. On the contrary, it is her mortal parents who are easier to deal with. "

"The cultivator has already cut off the fate of the dust, so he has dealt with a pair of mortal parents, so what?"

"This congenital Taoist species is not the same. Subordinates have checked her whereabouts. She didn't stay in the martial arts for a long time, but rather attached to her pair of mortal parents. Later, she asked her about the day of entry and selection. Fortunately, this innate Taoist kind of behavior is too maverick, and many people still have the impression that her attachment is just right on her pair of mortal parents."

"Oh? It's strange."

Zong Zhang leaned back in the chair lazily, "What are your plans?"

"Kill her parents, this innate Dao seed will also be abolished."

a long time:

"Go and do it."

Zong Zhang waved his hand, and Rong slightly raised his lips:

"Yes, Zongzhang is wise."

Rong Qing took his orders and left.

At this moment, Zheng Yu, who was about to land at Yuqing gate, suddenly felt his heart palpitations. The heart in his chest thumped like he was about to jump out of his throat, and even his eyelids began to jump.

"The monk has five senses. The sense of a lucid person should be more acute."

Mother-in-law Jin said, "Girl, you are a warning from the sky."

"What is the warning?"

"I don't know this mother-in-law."

"Happily true monarch."

The gatekeeper of Yuqing Gate could only see a section of the turquoise skirt, and the people who had enjoyed the true monarch disappeared in the same place.

Zheng Wan went back to the school and didn't go to see Master. He went straight back to the cave, opened the defensive formation, lay straight on the bed, and closed his eyes.

Awan ran beside him:

"True monarch, true monarch, what are you doing?"

"Awan go out."

Zheng Yu said, "I want to sleep."

Awan turned his head one step at a time, stepped over the threshold grievously, sat at the door, and looked at the pond with green lotus leaves in front of the door for a while, and was immediately happy again:

"Awan go find earthworms!"

Awan’s jovial voice came from outside the door, and Zheng Wan put on a soundproof cover, but the flustered feeling never faded, but it became more obvious. She forced herself to sleep, only to find that it was impossible.

Go to sleep.

You can dream when you sleep.

Zheng Wan began to belong to a sheep, but when he counted 10,000, he finally fell asleep.

But this time the dream is very chaotic. For a while, it is a mountain, another is A-niang, and another is A-niang holding the mountain. Her mouth is open and open, not knowing what she is saying to her, Zheng Wan desperately wants to hear clearly, but Can't hear anything.

She opened her eyes suddenly, birds chirped outside the window, she forgot to close the window, and the wind came in from the window.

The feeling of waiting for the heart to jump out of his chest yesterday has disappeared, like a false alarm, but Zheng Yu could not sit still anymore, straightened up and walked out, all the way to Fengwu City, to Changlu Academy, and saw Aye and Aniang were still there, and he was relieved.

"It just so happened that Wanwan came, come, and have breakfast."

The rice porridge made from the lower-level yuan rice was very thick, and Zheng Wan's appetite was very appetizing. She simply sat down with a little bit of radish silk, drank two large bowls, and finally touched her round belly. :

"Aniang, what you mixed with this thread will not get tired of eating it for a lifetime!"

Wang's smilingly:

"Then you take it home to eat?"

Taoist practitioners still have this kind of dialogue, which is very strange, but to Zheng Wan, it is commonplace.

She did not fasten grains, nor did she abstain from grains, so she never stopped eating and drinking.

As he was talking, he thought about it again outside the door.

"Who."

Zheng Zhai stepped forward to open the door. Before the door opened, he heard the voice of Shu Yuanshanchang resounding through the sky:

"Mr. Zheng, someone came to your house to propose a marriage!"