Playing the cultivation game in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 98 Entering the game

No matter what game you play, you can't be afraid of losing.

Being afraid of losing is showing cowardice.

Once you show your cowardice, you win and you lose.

She's already in the game, so she can't care about winning or losing.

Winning or losing is a matter for the chess player. As for the chess pieces, what does it matter if they lose or win?

Since you can't escape, jump to the center of the chessboard! Try to crush the chessboard with limited freedom!

Sheng Fei raised his head, and the cruise ship was hidden in the void. Thousands of lights were extinguished as the chains moved. It was a bit sacred, a bit majestic, a bit trance, and a bit crazy.

"Since the Goddess of Luoshui said that I am the hope of the sky."

"So, is there anything else I can do?"

Taoli stroked his beard and looked at Shaofang, who had been silent all this time.

Shaofang took a step forward, and the green light gathered in her palms.

Sheng Fei could feel what it was with his eyes closed, and every happy strand of hair was telling his desire for what the white-haired old woman was holding.

She watched helplessly as the majestic vitality infiltrated all over Yan's body, and the light cracks on his skin disappeared so quickly, Yan's sadness instantly solidified on his face.

"I see you don't look very happy."

"No, I'm not, I didn't."

Sheng Wei said suspiciously: "I felt that your injury was a little slow to recover."

As a young boy, Xiaoyan regarded flesh wounds as nothing, but his ability to recover was not limited.

"Why don't you speak?"

Shao Fang's actions pierced his mind, and Yan didn't feel too embarrassed. He was silent for a while, straightened his still gray hair, and said without changing his expression: "It's been too long since I've been injured."

"People who are not easily injured will not recover easily once they are injured."

This is indeed true. The only thing that can hurt the strong is a more powerful existence. There was something silent that successfully dried up Sheng Fei's silence.

It's called one's own weakness, it's called a body that can be broken by a poke, it's called an uncontrollable illness.

She couldn't understand the feeling Yan said.

The white-haired old woman was extremely gentle, and her clear eyes were tinged with green under the blue light.

"I am Shaofang, you can call me Mr. Fangshan."

She was so tall that she had to bend down slightly and lower her head in front of Sheng Wei who was being held in Bai Wei's arms.

"As you can see, I don't have any other skills, but I am really good at planting things."

"Well, as for what you can do..."

She seemed to have been thinking for a long time before she spoke warmly.

"My little friend, do you want to follow me and learn how to grow things?"

It was undeniable that Sheng Xi was moved.

Life and time are both the things she lacks most at the moment.

The majestic vitality can replenish vitality, and strong vitality can prolong life. More longevity means that she can live longer.

Live longer and have more possibilities in the future!

Bian Zheng looked at the large number of messages pouring into the messenger talisman, feeling a little headache and helpless.

This headache and helplessness are not directed at the person on the other side of the jade talisman.

In fact, he would hardly be dissatisfied with anything Sheng Fei did.

Except for not caring about her own body, no matter what she does, it is excellent in his eyes.

It's great to be alive.

In terms of personality, Sheng Fei was always too reserved, too cautious, and too serious about many things. It was difficult for Bian Zheng to understand where her deep sense of guilt and countless guilt came from.

The stubbornness and madness hidden behind seriousness are the easiest to seduce people into the abyss.

No matter what point you look at from the above, this child is probably very unpopular in the so-called worldly perception.

Sheng Fei didn't want to talk about things he didn't understand, and he never asked.

Good, bad, right, and wrong are just vague boundaries set by the boring world.

The star should never be bound by the mortal world. It should return to its original place. He is just taking care of it temporarily.

Bian Zheng never thought that what Sheng Wei was afraid of would be trivial things.

"You really didn't say anything to her."

Feng Yin was squatting in front of a half-length black wooden couch. The shadow that suddenly appeared behind him made him pause for a moment as he fed the elixir to the white goose, feeling puzzled.

Since the traces of his younger sister disappeared, Bian Zheng directly cut off Guiyu Mountain's contact with the outside world. No matter how many messages he sent and bombarded, there was no reply.

From this look, it seems that someone is hiding in his heart and wants nothing to do with him. Why would he come to his door now?

After all, he was a great cultivator of spiritual transformation. He didn't believe that Bian Zheng had not intervened in the matter of not being able to catch the little sister's tail.

"I don't understand what Mr. Zheng means." Feng Yin didn't even turn around, looking annoyed at the white goose who had occupied her position.

This goose was left behind after Shuangxue came to deliver letters and had a fight a few days ago. He said it was Sheng Fei's pet. He didn't take it with him when he went home, so he sent it here.

After raising it for a few days, he finally discovered that he was picky and would not eat grass or fish or shrimp, but would only take pills.

Hey, I can't fool you with low-level elixirs yet. Mr. Goose has a very bad temper. If you are not satisfied, he will flap his wings and rub his nose in your face.

Glancing at the uneven ends of her hair, Feng Yin had a sneer on her lips.

It's an ugly duck with a belly like a bottomless pit. When Huihui doesn't like it anymore, he will be the first to give it a slice!

"I'm talking about the sky falling, and the ancestral nest." Bian Zheng thought for a moment, then slowly said, "You didn't tell her."

He emphasized the last few words, his brows were furrowed tightly, and his face was not very pretty.

"so what?"

Listening to the words that sounded like reproach, Feng Yin's face looked equally bad.

"Is this why you let her travel alone?"

"No."

"Do you know what Hui Hui is like?"

Bian Zheng's face turned cold to the naked eye, and she said expressionlessly: "No one knows better than me."

"I respect you as an elder. Just because I didn't come to ask questions rashly doesn't mean I'm indifferent to her."

"Since you know the ancestral home, you must also know the importance of Huihui to the ancestral home." Feng Yin laughed angrily, "We will take her away sooner or later."

"What does it matter whether you say it or not?"

"The sky is about to fall, what does it have to do with us?"

They left their ancestral home on the order of Lord Feng and stationed here just to wait for something to appear under the sea of ​​blood in the netherworld.

Counting the time, it's almost the same, just within the past hundred years.

This land is too barren. If you stay here, there is no possibility of curing Sheng Fei's fire poison. If it weren't for the agreement, they would have left with them long ago!

"Your temper is still as bad as ever."

Bian Zheng looked at the squawking white goose, which could be called a pampered white goose, and was thoughtful.

He spoke in a low voice, not knowing which question he was uttering in reply to the red-clothed figure in front of him, whose temperament was as fiery as his clothes.

"Feng Yin, you are really a terrible brother."

"Shuangxue is right."

"She shouldn't be a tool for you to fight for power."

Give all investors a song of the sun! (°ー°〃)

(End of chapter)