Boss, she was forced to be the wife

Facing the crazy look of this weird old man, Wanmoluo just watched him go crazy quietly, and waited for a while before he calmed down from his madness.

It seemed that the ecstasy just now exhausted his strength. The weird old man sat on the ground panting. After panting for a while, he looked at Wan Moluo beside him.

"Do you think I'm crazy?"

Wan Moluo didn't answer. The old man obviously didn't want to talk to her. As expected, before she could answer, the old man started talking to himself.

"I thought I was crazy, but I didn't expect that one day I would become so obsessed with it."

After saying that, the old man fell into a strange silence again, and his terrifying and twisted face was now full of thoughts.

Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er had rarely seen him like this, and they both kept their mouths shut in tacit agreement.

For a moment, no one spoke in the room. The four people all had thoughts in their minds, but fell into silence at the same time.

The silence lasted for a long time, as if all four people in the room had lost their livelihood.

Wanmoluo lowered her head and looked at her hands. Her hands, which were once fat and greasy like a bear, had become thinner and thinner after she went to Kyoto City.

Until now, her bones were eaten by poisonous insects, and her skin color had turned into a strange dead white, which was completely different from her previous dark skin.

There are no mirrors or other objects in this room. Perhaps the weird old man doesn't want to see his current appearance, so there is nothing to see his appearance anywhere.

Now Wanmoluo doesn't know if her face is as white as her hands. She doesn't care what she looks like, but she is immune to the poisonous insects that the weird old man experimented on her. Got a little interested.

The important thing is that what the old man wants her to do must rely on the invulnerable method that has been successful in her.

Sure enough, the old man finally spoke after being silent for a long time. What was different from the past was that this time there was a sense of vicissitudes and sadness in his hoarse voice.

"You are well now. Now I can tell you what I want you to do."

Hearing this, Wanmoluo and several others couldn't help but pricked up their ears.

After all, the mysterious and weird old man in front of him took time and effort to rescue them, but he never said the reason.

At this time, it was finally possible to know, and everyone's hearts were naturally filled with curiosity.

The old man took a deep breath, coughed a few times in his broken gong-like throat, and then said calmly:
"My name is Fang Lan. I was a disciple of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect 40 years ago."

Wan Moluo and the others listened carefully, and gradually understood what kind of story this was as old man Fang Lan told it.

It turned out that Fang Lan was still a young boy 40 years ago, and the Ten Thousand Poison Sect had already dominated this place at the border of the Southern Kingdom and the Xuanyuan Kingdom, recruiting children with potential from all over the place.

He and his childhood sweetheart, Zhu Qiao, were born next to each other in the same village. They were childhood sweethearts and grew up together.

After being noticed by the people from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, he was taken to the Ten Thousand Poison Sect along with several other children of the same age in the village and became an ordinary disciple there.

The Ten Thousand Poison Sect, as its name suggests, there are many people with evil intentions in it. It goes without saying that they are competitive and vicious. In a place where the winner is king, they naturally never care about the inferiority of old or young.

Fang Lan and Zhu Qiao were two little children holding hands, although they suffered many plots and murders on their way to growth.

On the one hand, it is the deliberate cultivation of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and on the other hand, it is to guard against those who want to step on him and rise to the top.

But fortunately, I grew up without any danger.

After getting along day and night for so many years, Fang Lan and Zhu Qiao, two childhood sweethearts, have already developed feelings for each other.

Fang Lan naturally needless to say, but he is a man. Although there is no inferiority between the old and the young in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the extreme admiration for strength will distort the people inside. The idea of ​​women being superior to men is even stronger in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect than in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. It's even worse outside.

Because the people here must use all the rights available to them and try their best to trample those around them under their feet in order to improve themselves.

In this world, low status has become a natural tool.

In such a twisted environment, only Zhu Qiao, who grew up with Fang Lan, never cared about his identity as a man.

She would not step on him lightly, but would use her spare time to secretly give Fang Lan more homework to familiarize herself with this poison.

Speaking of this, old man Fang Lan's face briefly showed the look of a young man who had just met love for the first time, as if everything he said just happened yesterday.

Today's misfortune has never happened before.

"Zhu Qiao is really one of the most talented disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. She became an entry-level disciple three years before me, and a closed disciple three years before me. The gap between us became even wider at this time. The past three years seem to be the insurmountable root of everything."

Speaking of this, old man Fang Lan's eyes dimmed again, as if he was pulled back to the current hellish scene by his own memories.

He gasped, as if speaking these things had exhausted all his strength.

The gap in strength gradually turned into an insurmountable gap. If at the beginning, Fang Lan and Zhu Qiao were childhood sweethearts, then later on they became outside disciples and entry disciples.

The excitement and ignorance of youth gradually faded away, and everyone began to need to face reality, especially in a place like Ten Thousand Poison Sect, where swords, swords and shadows are all caused by evil.

Zhu Qiao obviously grew up much faster than Fang Lan, maybe because he walked faster than him, maybe because he faced higher-level human beings every day.

The gap between him and her gradually widened.

That was when Fang Lan was 20 years old. Fang Lan clearly remembered that day when she was selecting the herbs sent in by the disciples outside the sect.

This was also her third year as a disciple, but it was the first time she heard from others that Zhu Qiao was going to marry Zhao Xuan, the son of the leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

Even the wedding day has been decided on the ninth day of September, which is full of flowers.

What an auspicious day. Everyone in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect knew that Zhu Qiao, the elder's close disciple, was going to marry the sect leader's son, Zhao Xuan. Only Fang Lan knew about it at the end.

I don't know if Zhu Qiao deliberately told others not to tell Fang Lan, or if he was too slow and didn't realize that his former lover had hidden so many things from him for some time.

Just like their love, it bloomed underneath and died silently underground.

Fang Lan was surprised when he thought about it carefully. No one in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect except them knew their feelings.

Even now, he wants to go up the mountain to find Zhu Qiao to explain this evil fate, but due to his status as an entry-level disciple and a closed-door disciple, he has no way to go to the unattainable mountain.

The emotions of pain, grievance and betrayal surged repeatedly in Fang Lan's heart. He secretly sent the carrier pigeon up the mountain, hoping that Zhu Qiao could reply to him or at least give him an explanation.

But all the messages sent to him were silenced. Fang Lan went from anger at the beginning to confusion and loss, to worry at the end. He even thought that as long as Zhu Qiao could give him a reply, no matter what the excuse was, even if it was just a simple reply. It would be better to end their relationship.

He will also leave silently, at least he will be able to understand.

But there was nothing, all the letters were lost.

Waiting until the ninth day of September, on such a happy day, Zhao Xuan, the youngest son of the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, got married, and bright red curtains were placed on every beam of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

Only Fang Lan knew that it was the wedding of his beloved.

Finally, when the disciples were worshiping, he saw Zhu Qiao standing on the three thousand steps.

Wearing a bright red wedding dress, she stood on a high position without sadness or joy and accepted the worship of everyone. Fang Lan looked at the person above who was thinking about her and was right in front of her, and really wanted to rush up immediately.

But in the end reason defeated emotion.

Facing the tight security within the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, as long as your actions deviate even a little bit, guards will immediately capture you.

At this moment, Fang Lan desperately realized that perhaps he cared more about his own life than Zhu Qiao.

On such a happy day, Fang Lan watched indifferently as the person he once loved happily married someone else.

Fang Lan felt that his heart seemed to be dead, but this was just what he felt.

When the waves in his heart arose again, it was late one night half a month later, when that familiar figure re-entered his sight.

Fang Lan and Zhu Qiao looked at each other in silence for a long time, until Fang Lan reacted and struggled out of Zhu Qiao's arms, trying to drive him out.

The familiar tender embrace made Fang Lan hesitate for a moment, but was soon replaced by goosebumps all over his body.

Why?Fang Lan himself didn't know.

He didn't know whether he felt physiologically disgusted because of his lover's betrayal, or because he knew that the person opposite him was already the son-in-law of the leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. If there were any more entanglements, he was afraid that he would not be able to survive and die.

But Zhu Qiao seemed to be prepared for Fang Lan's reaction.

She was still so sweet-talking, first she told Fang Lan that she missed him, and then she used to look pitiful, saying it was all because the sect leader's son fell in love with her at first sight and kept pestering her.

He is just a powerless person. If he refuses, he will be targeted by the sect leader and his family who are determined to retaliate.

Zhu Qiao said it so sincerely, as if nothing was her fault.
That night, Fang Lan and Zhu Qiao sat there until dawn, before Zhu Qiao left.

——Maybe she really has her own reasons, Fang Lan thought.

The expected break when they met again did not happen. Fang Lan did not expect it. Instead, they continued to maintain this unclear relationship.

Most of the time when Zhu Qiao was away, Fang Lan clearly realized that this was wrong.

But that's how relationships are, sometimes you can't just break it off if you want to, at least for Fang Lan.

So every time Zhu Qiao came in the middle of the night, he would always try his best to persuade himself to be with Zhu Qiao.

This painful torture did not last long. How could I walk by the river without getting my shoes wet? The more Zhu Qiao came there, the more people would always suspect him.

That time when Zhu Qiao came to Fang Lan's house again, the two of them were making love when they suddenly saw someone pushing the door open and entering.

What kind of scene was that? Old man Fang Lan shook his head. He still remembers the embarrassing situation at that time.

He and Zhu Qiao were tied up naked and taken to the Elder Temple.

In addition to the elders, the people waiting to judge them there were also the clan leader and his family.

Fang Lan glanced at Zhu Qiao, who was also trembling, and felt a perverted pleasure in her heart.

It seems that only by living and dying together can the true friendship between two people be demonstrated.

But what did Zhu Qiao say when faced with the judgment of the elders?
She said categorically that Fang Lan was responsible for seducing her.

"How could I, a close disciple of an elder, look after an entry-level disciple who has only been in school for four years!"

"It's him who always looks at me and takes the initiative to seduce me."

"She relied on the fact that we were from the same village and the same race in the mortal world, so she deliberately threatened to make my embarrassing past public to the public if she didn't get along with me!"

Fang Lan looked at the person she loved and felt that she was so strange for the first time.

The once gentle cheek was now twisted with excitement, and for some reason, all the previous events appeared in front of Fang Lan's eyes like a revolving lantern.

He laughed wantonly, no longer caring about the eyes of the elders and the scorn of the sect members.

Everything seemed to collapse at this moment, and Fang Lan's world completely collapsed.

Zhu Qiao was eloquent, but Fang Lan didn't explain a single sentence. In addition, Zhao Xuan deliberately raised Zhu Qiao up and put it down gently. In the end, Fang Lan was the only one who was punished.

He was taken to the Discipline Hall, where there was a well specially developed by the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

There was no sweet water in the well, only countless poisonous insects.

The introductory disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect make poisons, refine poisons, and detoxify them, but they are unable to resist poisons.

Only those who are close disciples or above will take different levels of antidotes regularly according to their status and class, and develop resistance to poisonous insects.

Fang Lan struggled in that well for three days and three nights, until he was exhausted and was fished out.

But the person who fished him out was none other than Zhao Xuan.

Those beautiful and pitiful eyes were filled with disgust at this time.

He is no longer as compassionate as the disciples saw before.

Fang Lan felt a ringing in his ears, and vaguely heard Zhao Xuan's indifferent instructions to make him into a human pig.

Human pigs.
Fang Lan tensed up and concentrated his sluggish energy. When he looked at the people who were about to take action, he saw that they all stopped what they were doing and left with only one guard left.

Fang Lan didn't know what happened at the time. In fact, a disciple of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect accidentally injured a disciple of the Dao Gua Sect while traveling. The other party came to ask for an explanation.

The Dao Gua sect has always been a sect with a pure heart and few desires. They have never fought for power or jealousy. They only want two things in life: immortality and immortality.

If it has nothing to do with these two things, even if the sky falls, it has nothing to do with their sect.

The reason why they came to our door this time was because a disciple of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect met a disciple of the Dao Gua Sect who was also on the way. Without saying a word, he poisoned the other disciple and took him back to work as a medicine man after losing his martial arts.

If one of the younger junior sisters hadn't temporarily gone out to pay tribute due to diarrhea, the missing disciples would have been unable to redress their grievances.

The Dao Gua Sect usually keeps quiet, but when it gets serious, it can go into full force.

This also happened to be an advantage for Fang Lan, who escaped while the Ten Thousand Poison Sect's guards were not tight.

Along the way, he suffered from old illnesses, new injuries and old injuries. Even if he detoxified himself and ran away, he could not cure all the injuries on his body.

Coupled with the pursuit of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the hatred towards the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, Zhao Xuan and Zhu Qiao gradually reached its peak during the escape process.

Also because of his escape, he accidentally came to Lost Mountain and was rescued by this weird ape with black hands.

In this lost valley filled with white poisonous miasma, Fang Lan's poison was accidentally and temporarily suppressed by fighting poison with poison.

But the pain in the body can be relieved, but the belief in the heart and the reshaping of the spirit will always stay in the past.

Over the years, what kept Fang Lan persevering was his endless hatred for the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, Zhao Xuan and Zhu Qiao.

He found a way to attract the poisonous insects belonging to the Ten Thousand Poison Sect on his body for research. Unfortunately, the poisonous insects on his body were limited, and after several failures, he had no more targets to use.

Unwilling to do so, Fang Lan cut open his skin and let the blood flow out for his own research.

But as time went by, his blood gradually lost the toxicity it had at that time.

So Fang Lan explored everywhere in the Lost Valley to collect and cultivate poisonous insects.

Years passed in a flash as I moved forward with hatred.

Until now, the arrival of Wan Mo Luo.

Old man Fang Lan felt that this was an opportunity given to him by God, a surprise, and a perfect opportunity to make the Ten Thousand Poison Sect completely disappear from the world.

Fang Lan's story was told by himself. Even though the strange old man in front of him had a terrifying face, he was now nothing more than a pitiable person in the eyes of Wanmoluo and the others.

The betrayal of his lover, his physical disability, and his mental trauma made him so embarrassing when he was introduced to the world now.

Fang Lan failed to cut off his marriage in time for his lover's illusory promise, which led to the subsequent tragedy. Why can't we say that there are countless people like Fang Lan in this rolling world?

"So, when I save you, firstly, I want you to find a way to destroy the Ten Thousand Poison Sect; secondly, I want to see Zhu Qiao, and whether she is alive or dead, you have to bring her to me!"

The weird old man had already stood up at this time, looking at Wan Mo Luo with very firm eyes, even with a hint of stubbornness.

After listening to the strange old man's words, Wanmoluo thought carefully and asked:
"I have some doubts. I don't know whether I should talk about it or not."

The weird old man felt relieved after telling his story, nodded and said:

"speak."

"Since you have prepared the antidote against the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, why don't you use it on yourself? Why don't you take revenge yourself?"

Hearing Wanmoluo's question, the weird old man laughed bitterly:
"Not to mention whether my body can withstand the pain of being eroded by ten thousand poisonous insects again, I don't want to see the Ten Thousand Poison Sect again. I just want to see its ruins and desolate appearance."

Although the words of the weird old man did not explain it, Wanmoluo still understood from his few words - perhaps all the previous experiences had tempered his pride, and now he has no ability to challenge again on his own. At this time, Fang Lan only needs someone who can eradicate the 'evil dragon' from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

"still have a question."

Wanmoluo noticed the fear in the heart of old man Fang Lan and did not intend to continue questioning. Instead, he changed his direction:
"I am now invulnerable to all kinds of poisons. If I agree on the surface but don't actually help you, what will you do?"

As soon as Wan Moluo said these words, Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er couldn't help but become nervous. Seeing their wife's calm expression, they reluctantly put their hearts in their stomachs and bravely looked at the old man Fang Lan opposite.

The old man didn't have any anger, he just shook his head firmly and said:

"You will definitely do it. I know the Ten Thousand Poison Sect very well."

Then he glanced at Wanmoluo and continued:

"That person outside is probably from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. You have offended her. No matter what the reason is, the tenet of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect is to avenge yourself, and you must see the death of those you regard as your enemies."

Wan Moluo knew that Zhao Ziqin would not let him go easily as he wrote in the letter to Wei Xicai. It was just a scam.

She knew that Wei Xicai felt that as long as she did not appear in the world and stayed in the Lost Valley forever, Zhao Ziqin would not be able to do anything to her.

But people are not shrinking, even if they can't shrink out, when Zhao Ziqin is free, he will continue to study the Lost Valley that he has coveted for a long time.

Once she finds a way to break the miasma of the Lost Valley, she will probably catch a turtle in a jar.

Rather than doing this, it is better to take the initiative and fight to have a chance of survival.

Wan Moluo did not deny that Wei Xicai's method was for the good of the three of them, but it only treated the symptoms rather than the root cause. People who want you to die will always find a way to kill you.

Therefore, Wan Moluo acquiesced to what Old Man Fang Lan said.

"You are not a person who will wait for death. Once you fight back, no matter whether it is successful or not, the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect will be alerted and they will hunt you endlessly. Each one of them will be like a dog-skin plaster. Taming.”

"If you want to get rid of them completely, the only way is to be stronger than them. But people who are stronger than them are living in fear. It is easy to hide from open guns and hard to defend against hidden arrows; the only way is to uproot them."

"You mean that there are many other sects in the world who hope that the Ten Thousand Poison Sect will be destroyed?"

Wan Moluo keenly grasped the meaning of the old man Fang Lan's words and pointed out it neatly.

"Hmph, a sect that is full of villains has offended more than one or two people. It must be that these years have not been as restrained as before, but have become more and more blatant."

"Then how do you know what's going on outside the valley?"

At this time, Dan'er couldn't help but be curious and asked.

The old man Fang Lan looked sideways at the Dan'er and said in a strange way:
"I will know. Naturally, there are people who mistakenly enter the Lost Valley. After I heard them talk about the things outside, I used them as medicine men!"

When he said this to Dan'er, he was so excited that he hid behind Qiao Runzhi.

Old man Fang Lan didn't pay attention to these two people, and just said to Wan Mo Luo:
"So, little girl, you have no choice. God has chosen you to be the first person in this world who is invulnerable to all poisons. You are already at your wits end."

Hearing what the old man Fang Lan said, Wan Mo Luo stood up and cupped his hands:

"I promised to help you when you treated me before. Once a promise is made, it's hard to follow up. I will do it no matter how difficult the road ahead is."

"But the destruction of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect will not happen overnight. I may have to save my companions first."

Old man Fang Lan didn't seem to care what Wan Mo Luo wanted to do first, he just waved his hand and said in a normal tone:

"No matter what you do first and then what you do, as long as you are doing it, I will always have a way to find out the news. I am only here waiting for your good news. If there is no result in one day, I will wait one day. If you can't wait, I will wait for one day. Even if your breath turns into white bones, you will not die."

Wan Moluo didn't expect that old man Fang Lan would be so determined, but then he thought about it and understood.

He has been waiting for this opportunity for many years. How could he let it go so easily? If so, he doesn’t know when the next one will be. Now he has the right time, right place, and right people.

Even if he had no intention of dealing with the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, Zhao Ziqin must have already shown himself as someone who must be eliminated, and wanted to eliminate him quickly.

At this moment, what other path does she, Wanmoluo, have to take? Even if she is unwilling to do so, she still has to go on.

Thinking of this, Wan Moluo nodded, thinking: Anyway, according to the current situation, one of her and Zhao Ziqin will always die. If she dies, the world will just lose a powerless person, and no one will. care.

But if Zhao Ziqin dies, then the Wan Du Sect will definitely fight to the death with him.

"I only have one request."

Wanmoluo thought and said:
"I can find a way to go to the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and unite everyone to wipe out the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, no matter how dangerous it is, it's just..."

Wanmoluo paused and looked at the old man Fang Lan looking at him. It was obvious that he had listened to what he said, and then he said:

"I just hope that Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er can stay here with you to avoid the limelight for the time being. They don't have any martial arts or even the ability to protect themselves. Going out with me is just a matter of death."

Old man Fang Lan originally thought that Wan Mo Luo would make some unattainable request, but when he heard the conditions proposed by Wan Mo Luo, he smiled strangely and said in a neutral tone:
"You will be sympathetic, but I can't agree to this condition!"

I thought that Fang Lan was very interested in revenge against Wandu Sect and Zhu Qiao, but unexpectedly, he simply refused this request.

"Master Wife, we can actually"

Qiao Runzhi stepped forward and pulled Wan Mo Luo's sleeve. He still wanted to leave with Wan Mo Luo.

To be honest, although it is dangerous to be with the wife, it is much better than to be with this weird and perverted old man.

Dan'er also remembered what the old man said just now, that all the people who came to the Lost Valley died in the end. Thinking of the countless human bones under the lush woods, he couldn't help but trembled and stepped forward to hold Wan Wan. Mara.

Seeing that both Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er were holding her back, Wan Moluo obviously wanted to leave with her more. She knew that this trip was dangerous and that she was doing life-saving things, although this weird old man looked very scary. , but he can still survive if he is not offended.

So she calmly stretched out her hand to hold down the pulled sleeve. Before she could speak, she heard old man Fang Lan say:

"Look, the two husbands behind you are not willing to stay, so why bother for you? Besides, I don't welcome outsiders here. If saving you doesn't allow me to accomplish what I have always wanted to do, you guys It has long since become nourishment for the insects under the tree!"

Hearing what the old man Fang Lan said, Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er trembled obviously. They pulled Wan Mo Luo's sleeves tighter. Qiao Runzhi leaned close to Wan Mo Luo's ear and said:

"Master Wife, Dan'er and I are not afraid. Whether it's poisoning or death, we just want to follow you."

"Yes, Wife, we just want to follow you, and we also want to rescue Xicai together."

Hearing what Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er said, Wan Moluo was helpless. They were powerless. If they were caught by Zhao Ziqin or the people of Lingwei Villa, they would be two living handles.

But under the current situation, Fang Lan was unwilling to take in Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er, and they were unwilling to stay here. For a while, she was the only one who was so insistent on this matter.

Wanmoluo felt helpless and didn't know what the men in this world were thinking about.

"You have no martial arts skills. If you really go out with me, I can't guarantee your safety. If something happens, I'm afraid you will regret it."

"Wherever my wife goes, we will go there and we will never regret it until death."

Qiao Runzhi looked at Wan Mo Luo and said seriously, he knew, in fact, he knew that Wan Mo Luo was doing it for their own good, and they could survive if they stayed here.

But he couldn't see Wan Mo Luo, and he was worried in his heart. After experiencing life and death at this moment, even if the price of leaving was a miserable death, Qiao Runzhi was not willing to let himself leave Wan Mo Luo's side.

"I just want to be with you all the time, no matter what happens, okay?"

Qiao Runzhi's beautiful eyebrows were full of tenderness, and he looked at Wan Mo Luo seriously. Wan Mo Luo clearly saw determination in his eyes.

"Have you really decided?"

After receiving firm nods from Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er, Wan Moluo couldn't force anything more. He just lowered his head silently and began to seriously think about how to lay out the plan to kill Zhao Ziqin smoothly.

Seeing that the three of them had reached an agreement, Fang Lan continued:
"Since you have already discussed it, come with me and I will give you something."

After saying that, he walked ahead on his own. Wan Moluo and Qiao Runzhi looked at each other, and the three of them walked behind the old man.

Fang Lan walked to the back of the hut. The coffin containing the person was still there. He walked around the coffin and came to a tree further back.

The shovel in his hand dug down immediately.

His movements were neither hasty nor slow, and in a short while he dug a deep hole under the tree.

Then the black-handed ape jumped down, and a rustling sound came from the bottom of the cave, and after a while there was no movement.

After a while, the ape climbed up to the entrance of the cave holding a wooden box that was larger than itself, dragged the wooden box up, and placed it upright in front of Fang Lan.

Fang Lan squatted down, brushed off the wet soil on the box, and then slowly opened the box.

Inside the box were many yellowed and withered weeds. When the weeds were removed, there was a sword with a cold light in the middle.

"This is.?"

Wanmoluo stretched out his head and looked, only to see that it was a slender diamond-shaped sword, exuding a faint purple cold light, and carved on the hilt was a delicate and lifelike snake.

Fang Lan handed the sword to Wan Mo Luo. As soon as he touched the sword, Wan Mo Luo felt that the weight of the sword seemed different from ordinary swords. After weighing it, he said:
"Is this made of black iron?"

Fang Lan nodded and said:

"This is a sword exclusively used by disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. They are all made of black iron. When I escaped unprepared, I knocked out a disciple and took away her sword."

Then he looked at Wanmoluo and said:
"you try."

Hearing this, Wan Mo Luo nodded, raised his head, pulled out a sword flower, and swung it towards a stone next to the big tree.

The sword energy along with the sharp blade broke the stone easily, but the blade did not suffer any damage.

Fang Lan saw that the sword was still the same after so many years. He nodded with satisfaction, stood up and kicked the wooden box back into the dug hole.

"I will hold this sword for you. Use the sword of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect to kill the people of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect."

"It's getting late today. You can set out at night and leave the Lost Valley. I will let the black hand explore the path and make sure there is no ambush outside the valley before letting you go out."

Fang Lan didn't seem to have the slightest nostalgia for anyone, and he couldn't wait to issue an eviction order. After saying a few words to the black-handed ape, the ape walked to Wan Mo Luo's side very intelligently and motioned for her to follow him.

Seeing that Fang Lan had returned to the house, obviously not wanting to see them again, Wan Moluo followed the black-handed ape out without hesitation.

When she came to the Lost Valley before, Wanmoluo was in a coma, but now she was fine when she left.

The three people silently formed a line and followed the black-handed ape, letting it lead the way for the three Wanmoluo.

When the night was getting dark, the black-handed ape turned around and motioned to the three people not to move yet, and then disappeared into the mist in a sneaky manner.

At this time, the sky had darkened, and the poisonous miasma enveloped the Lost Valley. If they had not taken the medicine given by Fang Lan, Qiao Runzhi and Dan'er would not have been able to get out of the Lost Valley at all.

"Master Wife, we are now"

Wanmoluo raised his hand to stop what Daner wanted to say, and said simply:

"Just wait here."

Sure enough, after a while, the black-handed ape came back, whined and said something, pointed to the location outside and started walking again.

Several people couldn't understand its meaning, so they had no choice but to follow it and move forward.

After passing through the misty forest with white poisonous miasma, they soon came to a flat land without poisonous miasma. Wanmoluo looked around and then looked at the sky.

The moon and stars here are sparse, and it is obvious that they have left the Lost Valley. Wanmoluo looked back and saw the black ape standing on the edge of the poisonous miasma in the Lost Valley, neither advancing nor retreating, just staring at a few blankly. personal.

Wanmoluo knew that the black-handed ape had already sent him out, and no matter how many miles he walked, he could not continue walking, so he waved to the ape, regardless of whether it could understand or not.

"Master Wife, where are we going now?"

Qiao Runzhi glanced at the wilderness, approached Wanmoluo and asked.

"Find a safe place to stay."

-

At this time, in Lingwei Villa.

Wei Xicai was in his room at this time, holding a book and reading boredly.

It's been fifteen days since he returned home, and he doesn't know how Wan Moluo and the others are doing.

After leaving the Lost Valley that day and being brought back to the villa, he was first beaten and scolded by his furious mother.

Wei Xicai shook his head, her mother was the owner of Lingwei Villa and she cared about face the most.

It's just that this time the beating and scolding were more of a physical humiliation. After seeing the smelly self back, the owner's expression instantly changed from worry to anger.

She took off all Wei Xicai's clothes and ordered no one to let Wei Xicai out of the bedroom.

The other things were secondary. The main thing was that he was stripped of his clothes in public. He was already an adult and felt very ashamed no matter how he thought about it.

His mother is always like this, she likes to humiliate him in various ways, and then his father will come out with a serious explanation - mother does this because you love him.

Bullshit love, he won't accept this kind of love.

From then on, Zhao Ziqin tightened her supervision over him, and in the name of her wedding, she never left her bedroom from that day on.

Wei Xicai felt very bored and depressed, and even thought about escaping over the wall.

But that escape was not smooth. As soon as he jumped off the wall behind the villa, he fell into Zhao Ziqin's arms.

Wei Xicai suddenly turned over and was far away from her. Now in his opinion, Zhao Ziqin looked sinister no matter how he behaved.

"Xicai, where are you going? The owner of the village said you can't go out at will. If you want anything, you can tell me or the servants. I will only give you better things."

So Wei Xicai's escape, which failed before it even started, was carried back in despair by Zhao Ziqin.

If he hadn't escaped from Lingwei Villa and been poisoned by Zhao Ziqin, draining all the energy in his body, how could Wei Xicai have ended up at the mercy of others.

When it comes to a one-on-one duel, Zhao Ziqin's martial arts may not be as solid as hers. This is what Wei Xicai looks down upon most about Zhao Ziqin.

Wei Xi, who became more and more angry as he thought about it, slammed the book in his hand to the ground. It was already late at night, and there were only candlesticks flickering in the room. Wei Xi looked helplessly. The candlestick is in trance.

Just when he felt like he was about to fall asleep, the door to the room was opened unexpectedly.

A stream of cold wind blew into the room. Although Lingwei Villa was like spring all year round, the wind in the middle of the night was still cold, and Wei Xicai, who was about to fall asleep, suddenly became energetic.

Wei Xi thought it was Zhao Ziqin who had come again. She turned around and was about to get angry when she saw an unexpected, sickly figure in white, with long hair falling down to cover her back, standing alone opposite her.

The two looked at each other, speechless.

I have always had a bold idea that has matured over time;

Some have to go to work physically and sit in the company for at least 10 hours a day.A job where I can get paid is just a means of making a living for me. If I really reach the point where I have to work to survive, I will go to work;

But once I can breathe again, I still hope to be a full-time author.

Therefore, I submitted my resignation application to my current company before the National Day.

Excluding the one-month handover time, the countdown to resignation is 25 days.

I look forward to the day when I can become a full-time author.

Even if the days to come will be extremely difficult, it only exists in the persistence of updating the article, in the competition between myself, and in the practice of writing better articles.

Instead of being like now, working a job that makes you want to die, just to survive.

Every day I have no time to take a breath and I have to throw myself into endless wrangling, doing a lot of tedious work, but not getting positive evaluation and substantive rewards, making pale excuses and compromises for the inhumane company and boss.