After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

"Okay, you go."

Zheng Wan tweeted Cui Wang, "You accepted me, and you have to take care of Aye and Aniang for me, and give them a gift."

Cui Wang remained motionless.

He held her, his whole body stretched like a stiff stone sculpture.

"Cui Wang!"

Zheng Wan scolded him, "You Lengling Cui's son has always been a promise of gold——"

"—Tsk tut."

The Seven Killers, who watched the excitement for a while, stepped forward, clapped his hands and laughed, "It's really the intention of a concubine, it's so touching."

Mr. Ziwei Xing's whole body bulged into a ball.

The Seven Killers stepped closer, and didn't stop until they were about ten feet away from Zheng Yu and Ziwei.

He raised his head to look at Zheng Wan, with a strange look in her eyes, which made her unrecognizable for a while, like Shuyuan, like... Shujin, but looking again, it was seven kills.

"Let me ask you one more sentence, Shu Yuan and Shu Jin, who do you like?"

Qisha asked softly.

The bulging speed of Xingjun Ziwei suddenly slowed down.

His whole person can no longer see the appearance of just being so elegant and dusty. The eyes and mouth all over make him look like a round monster.

"Seven kills?"

Ziwei laughed suddenly, "That's it, that's it, it's no wonder, no wonder..."

"You betrayed me and chose to cooperate with this girl doll, and you also like her? Don't you know that when the soul of this monarch is destroyed, it is the day you die?"

"know."

"Hahahahahahahahaha — who could have imagined that the fairy monarch Qiuhu, who could slaughter six cities without blinking his eyes, would fall in love with a female doll and seek his own death for her. It's really a travesty in the world."

Xingjun Ziwei almost lost his anger with a smile.

"Xingjun was wrong."

"What's wrong?"

Ziwei Xingjun asked in his spare time.

The mouth of resentment and the endless blood mist raged in his body, and his internal organs were chewed up a little bit, but his voice didn't seem to hear any pain.

"You threw that goatee in front of the sarcophagus and made a pile of grass, not just to enlighten this female doll? It was the Lord's carelessness, thinking that the winning ticket was in his hands, but you didn't realize that you two were secretly in secret. Activities..."

"wrong."

Qisha raised his eyebrows, "Xingjun, are you not in a hurry to die?"

"Don't worry, die after listening."

"Xingjun is eager to know everything and doesn't like mysteries. And I seven kills, what is the most disgusting thing in my life, does Xingjun know?"

"Bird."

Seven kills nodded:

"Yes, bird."

"...The bird is so beautiful. With a flap of its wings, it can soar into the world. This kind of freedom and joy, I can't ask for seven kills. Therefore, every time I see it, I have to pinch its neck, break its wings, and make others different. You can vent your hatred if you can't be happy anymore."

"You are the most weird person I have seen for thousands of years."

Ziwei Xingjun comments.

"Over the past ten thousand years, I have worn shackles and feather-bound reins, and I can no longer want to do it - I have seven kills, but I am not happy that someone is standing on top of my head."

"Then why endure this for a long time?"

Ziwei curiously said.

"I don't do a loss-making business."

Seven kills stretched out their hands, and the corners of the lips smiled evilly and proudly, "Look, this is not, let me wait for the opportunity. You die, I die—"

"Hahaha really crazy enough! As expected, he was the person I had fancyed back then."

Ziwei Xingjun didn't see the slightest annoyance.

"Now, I still have to do something that makes you unhappy." Seven Kills said cheerfully, "Little monk, you haven't said yet, do you like more books or more books?"

Zheng Wan looked at the seven kills and suddenly realized something.

If you want to count the cause and effect, the seven kills are also the cause of the inheritance of Ziwei. Ten thousand years ago, I am afraid that Ziwei saved Qiu Hu from the mortal situation, which is now the seven kills——

Seven kills are mortal.

But if he is willing to make a move and cut off these Jura's hands--

Zheng Wan settled down:

"Neither like it."

This person has a curious mind, it is really hard to guess. The only certainty is that an arrogant who hates being controlled will also hate being deceived.

Cui Wang obviously realized it too.

He stared at the seven kills, wrapped Zheng Wan's arm and retracted it, and even took a step back, concealing himself in a spherical shadow.

"Don't like it?"

Seven Killers bit the words and said with a smile, "I don't like it... That's a pity."

His eyes suddenly became cold.

"Oh, the excitement is over, let's go."

When the voice fell, the swelling speed of Xingjun Ziwei suddenly increased, and he was about to explode at first sight.

Cui Wang stepped forward and hugged Zheng Wan.

"boom--"

There was a loud bang, blood mist surging into the sky, and air surges, razing everything in the space to the ground with the force of destroying the ancients.

Tables, chairs, trees, and people...

There is nothing but nothing left.

Outside the sarcophagus, the great monks sitting cross-legged and adjusting their breath suddenly opened their eyes, and stepped back again and again.

Jian Wang was washed into powder.

The lid of the coffin opened with a "bang", spit out a figure.

Daojun Tianhe rushed up first, shaking his sleeves, and letting out the waves.

Others also used their magical powers, helping Tianhe to wrap people around and put them on the altar.

This person was bloodied, and he was completely invisible anymore. The arms stretched forward, as if embracing something vital.

The robes were scattered, soaked in blood, and wrapped tightly around the body.

A **** cuff, a blood stain on his face, and the outline can be seen vaguely.

Someone applied a cleansing technique.

The handsome features of the man showed up.

The face is like pure snow, the nose is plump and the lips are thin, and under the crow's long eyelashes, a pair of eyes are tightly closed.

"Liwei... Daojun?"

Several people looked at each other.

The girl who entered Yuqingmen and the fairy prince Qiuhu, how did they come out, is Liwei Daojun?

And it seems that things are not so good.

"Disciple? Discipline?"

Daojun Tianhe stretched his fingers tremblingly, before touching it, he shrank back like lightning.

"Don't worry about Daojun. Liwei Dao friends and Ji people have their own heavenly appearances and are born in the fortune of heaven. How can things happen?"

Someone comforted.

"Yes, yes, this monarch is stubborn, how can things happen so easily?"

Tianhe looked fiercely inward, his heart cringed, and he handed his finger under his disciple's nose. When he touched the snoring, he immediately relieved:

"No, nothing, nothing, alive, still alive."

He suddenly sat back and fell to the ground.

"Yuan Dan, an eighth-tier complex Luo Dan! Quick, quick!" Dan Xinzong overhaul took one out of the storage bag, "just one."

"I know, it's your love."

Daojun Tianhe immediately sat up, grabbed his pill and stuffed it into the little disciple's mouth.

Unexpectedly, the disciple's teeth were clenched, and he couldn't put it in no matter what.

"This, this...what the **** is going on?"

"Could it be that you are still awake?"

Someone asked carefully.

At this time, the eyelashes of the man underneath trembled and his eyes slowly opened.

The pair of dark eyes, which used to be full of vast stars, seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice at this time, and they were empty.

"Apprentice, why don't you say a word when you wake up? I'm scared to death as a teacher, hurry up, eat the pills."

Tianhe handed Yuan Dan to Cui Wang's eyes.

Who knows that he only touched his tightly closed lips.

"What's the matter with you kid?"

Tianhe was in a hurry.

Cui Wang blinked, blinked again, and suddenly covered his eyes: "Master, Wanyu, Wanyu...no more."

"Wanyu is gone."

"I can't catch anything with this hand..."

"Okay, okay, it's okay, it's okay, wait a few years, after a few years, forget it."

Daojun Tianhe clumsily patted him, coaxing him like a baby.

But there was no sound over there, and only one hall was empty.

Cui Wang lay motionless, covering his forehead with one hand, his chest seemed to have no ups and downs, just lying there silently, living like a dead body.

Daojun Tianhe suddenly stopped his heartbeat, and subconsciously pulled his hand:

"Disciple? Discipline?"

When Cui Wang's hand was pulled away, everyone was quiet.

A sword repairer who was so tough that everything was not lingering in his heart, was actually in tears.

Tears flowed freely on his face.

This person is so quiet even in sadness, and he can't learn to vent, Tianhe Daojun would rather he cry like a child.

The tip of his nose was sour, "Disciple, you...Are you going to abandon yourself for the sake of a mere woman? Get up, get up for Lao Tzu!"

Daojun Tianhe pulled him up, and at this moment, something fell out of Cui Wang's torn robe.

"what--"

At this moment, a white-faced monk snapped his finger and took the thing over, "What is this?"

A scorched and stiff little bird was brought out by him.

"Roasted bird?"

"How does this bird feel like the legendary phoenix?"

"Binger?"

Cui Wang, who couldn't urge him to move, stood up, no one could see how he moved, and the scorched little bird came directly into his palm.

"Binger?"

Daojun Tianhe looked at his little apprentice dumbfounded, and suddenly he held a scruffed roasted bird to talk, like a madman, and quickly controlled him:

"Disciple, Discipline, be sober!"

"No," Cui Wang shook off Tianhe, and suddenly laughed, "Master, Master, she is not dead! She is not dead!"

"I know, I know..."

He lowered his voice and looked at the roast bird's eyes as if he was looking at a rare treasure.

"Where's Fu Luodan?"

Daojun Tianhe opened his hands in a daze, before he could speak, he was snatched by the little disciple:

"Hey, slow down..."

Daojun Tianhe looked dumbfounded, and the little disciple put the complex Luodan, which could not be bought for a few thousand upper-level gemstones, directly into the mouth of the roasted bird: "...eat."

A magical scene appeared.

The grilled bird was so dead just now that a carp was struck and jumped up. As she jumped up, the charred feathers began to darken, and when they landed, they had turned into ice blue feathers.

Ice blue flames leaped on the feathers.

"Ice... Phoenix?"

The big monks had good eyesight, and they recognized the true body of this thing in a moment.

As soon as the ice phoenix landed, with a small bird's beak, he spit out two people.

Before the big monks could see it clearly, they saw a gust of wind passing, and just now, they were still madly holding a person in the arms of Liwei Daojun.

Scarlet dress, long black hair, half of the exposed side of his face was luminous, like a fine jade.

"Girl doll?"

Daojun Tianhe widened Tongling's eyes.

What was even more unexpected to him was behind, the little ice bird jumped and jumped directly onto the lady in scarlet dress, with a beak and vomiting:

"Bad uncle, you are really useless."

Cui Wang looked at it and smiled slightly:

"Binger, thank you very much."

Bing'er's wings closed up, covering her cheeks: "Ah, ah, bad uncle, don't laugh. You are not allowed to secretly treat Bing'er with beauty, Bing'er belongs to the mother."

"Bad uncle? Ah... mother?"

Daojun Tianhe looked at the ice phoenix for a while, and the little disciple for a while, only feeling that his mind was not working well.

The person next to him was just talking about it.

"So, this is the phoenix's nirvana in advance. Taking advantage of the opportunity of nirvana, using the space in the abdomen to swallow the little monk and the Immortal Qiuhu..."

"That's not right... Xianjun Qiuhu is obviously dead. He died strangely, without any scars on his body."

Someone searched another body.

Qisha's cheeks were pale, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, seeming to have done one of the most proud things in his life——

It's just that he has no breath.

Almost at the same time, everyone looked at Zheng Wan in Cui Wang's arms.

"Wanyu is okay."

Cui Wang gently stroked Zheng Wan's cheek.

There were no scars on her body, her breath was weak, but stable, her eyes closed tightly, and there was no sign of waking up.

Cui Wang thought for a while, took out a piece of jelly dough from the storage ring and stuffed it into Zheng Yu's mouth. At this moment, someone was surprised:

"Palm heart fruit? It turned out to be a rare palm heart fruit in thousands of years? Can you repair the dantian, restore the soul, and protect everything from the palm heart fruit from the Nissan tree for thousands of years?"

"Amitabha, from a tiny friend, this little monk is not injured, I am afraid that such a rare fruit is still not needed."

Master Chengxin kindly reminded.

Cui Wang didn't stop, and directly stuffed the palm heart fruit into the mouth of the person in his arms.

He looked at Zheng Wan with surprisingly gentle eyes:

"No, she is more precious than everything in the world."

When Zheng Yu opened his eyes, he met such a pair of eyes, sparkling and gentle, like a quiet lake in the spring waves in March.

He looked at her as if she was his whole world.

Zheng Wan smiled at him:

"Cui Wang, although I'm not dead, you still want to beat my Aye and Aniang."

"it is good."

Cui Wang wanted to say more, but Bing'er slammed his little head over and jumped and said, "Bing'er saved it, Bing'er saved it."

Zheng Wan touched the new feather on Bing'er's head:

"It's Binger's credit."

She turned to the other side, looking at the seven kills lying on the ground with complicated eyes:

"Thanks to... Binger."

The moment Ziwei Xingjun blew himself up, Qisha cut off the hand of Jura who was entwining her. The last moment she remembered, he suddenly smiled slyly at her:

"The butterfly hairpin is fake, right?"

"Only the fool believes... a small crescent was clearly carved on the butterfly hairpin that night."

Cui Wang also followed to look at the seven kills:

"Master Chengxin, please recite the Rebirth Mantra."

The monk cannot die.