not a monster

Chapter 97
Wang Xilou has been traveling for many years.

The rivers and lakes are not stagnant waters, and the fighting in them is a bloody storm every time.

What are the rivers and lakes?
The rivers and lakes are the rivers and lakes of practitioners.

The connection between everyone is either kindness or hatred.

Vengeance for life.

The door of Wangxi Building was pushed open with a bang.

The moonlight shone on the young man in the yard, and his green ghost mask was especially hideous in the dark, reflecting the pure white moonlight.

On the ground, four or five people were already lying on the ground, and one of them was carried by his collar and dragged in the air.

The thin woman didn't even have time to wear her shoes, she ran out as soon as she felt the movement, worried about the person's life, but she saw such a scene.

Why should she worry about a stranger whom she has known for less than half a month.

Why does she think that a person who intends to approach her will be a person with a simple identity.

He is also a practitioner!
Moreover, he is a very strong practitioner.

"who are you?"

Her eyes and voice were colder than moonlight.

Feng Wuli threw the person in his hand and scratched his head: "A passerby who was rescued by you."

"Take off your mask!"

"...I can't do it."

"Then I'll take it off for you."

The wind was blowing at night and the yard was dusty.

The cold-faced woman in front of the door shattered into splashes of ink in the moonlight, spread out in the air, and then gathered again, a large cloud of shadows swept across half of the yard.

In midair, a woman's arm composed of shadows stretched out from the shadows. The palms of the arms were open, and the fingers were slender, grabbing the face of the masked man in the courtyard.

But at this moment, the man also turned into a shadow like splashing ink, and the standing figure spread out in the air.

The shadow formed by Wangxilou passed through him, and he appeared in front of the door from which Wangxilou came out.

"I don't want to fight you."

"Why do you have my spirit entanglement?"

"..."

"who are you?"

"..."

"What is your purpose for approaching me?"

Wang Xilou laughed angrily, she suddenly felt so sad, with grievances in her sadness, she didn't even know what she was sad about.

Deception and betrayal were the two things she hated the most.

"I approach you because you helped me, and I want to help you too."

"Do you want to keep telling lies like this?"

"It's not those buns, it's something else, it's a great kindness."

"Why are you still lying!"

She gritted her teeth: "I don't remember what you said happened."

That's because, that's what's going to happen in 500 years.

There was a chill in the air, and the chill condensed into ice.

The wind is unreasonably nervous.

Today's Wang Xilou is indeed still some distance away from the peak, but this is the first time Feng Wuli has encountered such an angry Wang Xilou.

He didn't want to make Wang Xilou sad.

But he also has reasons to hide. He has a premonition that if it affects the changes he cannot bear, 500 years will crush him in an instant.

"Say it and I might die in an instant."

Wang Xilou said unreasonably to Feng: "Then you should die."

There were also traces of cold air around him, floating around him like a gauze mist, contending with the cold air around Wang Xilou.

Hard ice against hard ice.

It's my own spirit again!
It's no wonder that you can't feel the aura of a cultivator on the other side, because the smell on the other side is actually the same as your own!
Who is he?
A strong wind suddenly blew by the Xiangjiang River, and the woods outside the city were gusty.

There are practitioners in the city who feel the monstrous spiritual energy, and one side is like a prison, with boundless malice and evil thoughts.

On the one hand, it was a virtuous one, like a blue sea where the sky and water reflected each other. When he noticed that spiritual power, he also sank into the depths of the sea.

But those two terrifying spiritual powers felt exactly the same!
It was the first time Feng Wuli saw Wang Xilou mobilizing all his spiritual power, and it was so terrifying.

Thinking about it, she was a zombie. Before her death, she had a lot of resentment, and she practiced for more than three hundred years after her death.

How could she be a gentle woman who foolishly plays games on the computer table.

She should be like now, strong, beautiful, full of resentment, and all beings are dumped under her skirt.

The wind made an unreasonable mistake, and a huge ice lock rolled over.

Each lock ring is the size of a carriage.

The pupils under his mask saw the infinitely enlarged ice locks, and his own shadow swallowing spirit was also locked by Wang Xilou.

Although the amount of spiritual power crushed Wang Xilou, he was still hanged and beaten by the opponent.

It's not ashamed to be beaten by Master, just be careful in your next life.

He looked at the man whose resentment was about to swallow his reason, and he was a little worried.

No wonder she always looked peaceful after finding her, probably suppressing her evil thoughts of being a zombie.

"Let's smile more in the future, always keep a straight face."

The man under the mask said so.

The huge ice chain shattered and turned into ice crystals that floated into the city with the hurricane.

He scratched his head again, "Don't fight?"

The sun rises in the east, and the golden morning sun dispels the darkness like a rising tide.

Wang Xilou gave him a cold face, glanced at him, and turned to leave here barefoot.

"Is there anything to eat at home? I'm hungry in Wangxilou."

As for Wang Xilou, he is the best at getting things done.

The little zombie's ears are very soft.

"Can you make soup pancakes now?"

He followed up and asked.

The emaciated little zombie was in the sun, he ran out of the shadow of the woods and chased after her, the ice crystals all over the sky refracting golden light.

"Can you make soup cakes?"

Is this how he repays his gratitude?
Wang Xilou was really angry, but this time, he was very angry. No matter how Feng Wuli talked to her, he refused to talk to him.

Feng Wuli started to rub hard, coaxing the little zombie very well, just like licking a cat, she had to follow her hair.

It just seems that the favorability level of brushing in the past half month has indeed been frozen all of a sudden.

He sighed helplessly.

Another morning, the door to the yard was pushed open, and a woman with a cold face walked out of the door.

She frowned because the man didn't know what he was doing again, but when she saw the scene in the yard, she was suddenly lost because of the scene in front of her.

The empty yard was full of flowers and plants for some reason. It was only half a month after the spring equinox, and the flowers and plants were soaked with dew. She looked at the colorful yard for a long time, walked over in a daze, squatted down, and touched the leaves with her fingers. of dewdrops.

The man outside the yard came back, not knowing where the rose came from, "You wake up, don't you look good? I ran all over the city, and I picked up all the beautiful ones when I saw them."

Wang Xilou stood up with a cold face: "What are you doing?"

"Didn't you say you want a flower shop?" Feng Wuli went over to find an open space and planned to plant the roses in his hand.

The rose bloomed in April, and now it's blooming in full bloom.

In the future, he will also take care of the flowers in this yard.

Wang Xilou looked at the masked man, covered in water and soil, still busy there, and his heart softened again.

"I'm too lazy to care about you."

After speaking, she turned around and went to the kitchen to see what to do early today.

(End of this chapter)