I really don't want infinite fusion

Chapter 178 Beginning to Harvest (4000-word chapter!)

Taking a deep breath, Feng Weitong calmed down his agitated mind.

At the bottom of her sultry eyes, a hint of intoxication flashed quietly.

"Aristocratic families and powerful families can be destroyed with a snap of a finger, but my martial ancestor, Lin Dong, will live forever!"

Thinking of this sentence, Feng Weitong's calm mind just now set off a turbulent wave again.

The fascination in her eyes was about to overflow.

"This sentence has been repeated over thousands of years in Hidden Dragon City. Among countless martial artists, only Martial Patriarch Lin Dong is qualified to say such a sentence!"

"This is also a sentence that countless warriors in Hidden Dragon City want to say, but they dare not say it."

"Martial Dao has been suppressed by aristocratic families for thousands of years in Hidden Dragon City, and finally at this moment, there is such a stalwart figure as Martial Patriarch Lin Dong!"

As if thinking of something, Feng Weitong's expression froze for a moment.

The fascination on her cheeks disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Instead, all over Feng Weitong's cheeks was a look of gnashing of resentment.

Even, on her body, a sudden murderous intent erupted.

Immediately, there was an icy voice, from between Feng Weitong's teeth, spit out word by word:

"If only I could be as powerful as Martial Ancestor Lin Dong, I will definitely kill Chu Jiang, that good-for-nothing young master of the Chu family!"

Feng Weitong has always kept in mind Chu Jiang's intention to do some unruly things to her when he drank, drugged, and drugged her drink.

She really wanted to hack Chu Jiang to death.

However, Feng Weitong also knew that once she really did this, the Chu family would definitely retaliate wildly.

At that time, they will face the Chu family, the top family in Hidden Dragon City.

Her Feng family did not have such a tyrannical figure like Martial Ancestor Lin Dong, so, waiting for the end of their Feng family, they could only have the miserable end of being wiped out by the Chu family.

She, Feng Weitong, is not afraid of death, but she doesn't want to implicate the entire Feng family because of her.

So, she can only bear it!

"Ugh!"

Feng Weitong sighed depressingly, shaking her head with depression in her heart, left the gate of the martial arts hall, turned her footsteps, and walked towards Feng's residence.

The martial arts gym opened by the Feng family is not far from the Feng residence, and it takes about two sticks of incense to walk there.

Moreover, Feng Weitong also knew that there was a path.

If she took this path, she only needed a stick of incense to return to Feng's residence.

Feng Weitong walked on this path called Niping Lane.

At this moment, the inside of Mud Bottle Alley is gloomy, and there are not many lanterns lit on both sides of the street, which can only vaguely illuminate the outline of Mud Bottle Alley.

"Huh? Why is there a person squatting there?"

Feng Weitong, who was walking quickly in the mud bottle alley, glanced coldly at a corner of the mud bottle alley.

Suddenly, a blurry figure in the corner came into Feng Weitong's eyes.

"A child?"

Feng Weitong's footsteps stopped suddenly, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she looked up and down at the figure in the corner.

That was a petite little boy.

At this moment, he is curled up in the corner.

A low whimper sounded from the boy's mouth, echoing in the Mud Bottle Alley.

"call!"

Seeing that it was a crying little boy, Feng Weitong secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

The palm that was pressing on the handle of the knife, ready to draw the knife at any time, was also slowly released at this time.

After a little hesitation, Feng Weitong moved towards the little boy curled up in the corner.

"Children, don't walk around at night, go home quickly."

Approaching the corner of the wall, Feng Weitong said softly, looking at the curled up and sobbing little boy.

"Sister, can you lend me something?"

As soon as Feng Weitong finished speaking, the little boy's crying stopped abruptly.

Immediately, a slightly immature voice came from his mouth.

"What do you want to borrow?"

Hearing the little boy's words, Feng Weitong was slightly taken aback.

"I want to borrow my sister's nose."

There was a very obvious excitement in the little boy's immature voice.

"Huh? Lend me a nose? How?"

Feng Weitong could hear every word the little boy said clearly, but for a while, she didn't understand what it meant.

What does it mean to borrow your nose?
Do you still have a borrowed nose?

How to borrow this nose?
Just when Feng Weitong couldn't help being a little surprised, the little boy in front of her who was curled up in the corner slowly stood up straight.

Then, slowly turned the body around.

With the help of the dim and sparse moonlight, and the dim candlelight from the lanterns on both sides of the street.

The appearance of this little boy fell into Feng Weitong's sight instantly.

"what!"

The little boy who showed his appearance made Feng Weitong, who had been staring closely at him, his dark pupils shrank fiercely at this moment.

Feng Weitong couldn't help but screamed.

Then, in horror, Feng Weitong stepped back a few steps.

Immediately, he pulled out the [-]-forged steel knife from his waist, pointed at the little boy not far in front of him with the tip of the knife gleaming with cold light.

What made Feng Weitong react so violently was because the appearance of the little boy revealed under the moonlight was really too terrifying.

I saw the little boy's face was pale.

Even, it is even more white than flour, and anyone who takes a look at it will be terrified.

However, the most striking thing about this little boy was not his pale face.

Instead, on his face, there are only ears, eyebrows, mouth and eyes.

Only no nose!

How can this be?

How can a normal person have no nose?
What the hell is going on with this little boy?

The appearance of the little boy in front of him completely broke Feng Weitong's long-standing cognition.

"How can I borrow your nose?"

"Of course it's okay to dig out your nose and install it on my face?"

Facing Feng Weitong, the little boy grinned.

It seemed as if he didn't pay attention to the point of the knife pointed at him at all, such a nonchalant gesture made Feng Weitong's heart skip a beat.

Immediately, a bad premonition came to my mind.

"Hmph, my nose is here, come and get it if you have the ability!"

After shouting loudly, Feng Weitong didn't hesitate anymore, turned his right hand over, brandished the hundred-forged steel knife, and slashed fiercely at the neck of the little boy.

At this moment, Feng Weitong had made up his mind to pay attention.

No matter what the little boy is, he will be hacked to death first before talking about anything else.

However, Feng Weitong was a little puzzled.

Faced with such a swift and violent saber movement of his own, the little boy in front of him didn't dodge anything at all, and just looked at him with a grin like before.

It was as if the little boy was not afraid of his knife at all.

"Death!"

Feng Weitong pursed her lips tightly.

She tried her best as soon as she struck, and Feng Weitong was also full of confidence in her own sword.

This knife will surely cut off the head of this strange boy!

However, the scene that happened next completely dissipated the confidence in Feng Weitong's eyes, and replaced it with extreme horror.

"clang!"

When the steel knife slashed at the strange boy's neck, there was no scene of the flesh and blood that Feng Weitong had imagined before.

Instead, there was a crisp sound from the place where the steel knife slashed.

It was as if my own steel knife had been chopped on a hard iron stone.

"Oh!"

The next moment, the blade of this hundred-forged steel knife was covered with cracks like spider webs in an instant.

With a clear shattering sound, the knife suddenly shattered into countless pieces!

Feng Weitong could clearly see that from the beginning to the end, the strange boy's neck had not suffered any damage, not even the slightest scratch!
"Impossible, what's going on here?"

The scene in front of her made Feng Weitong's complexion immediately turn pale.

The whole person couldn't help but fell into shock and horror. The weirdness of the boy in front of her was simply beyond the limit of her imagination.

It was the first time for Feng Weitong to encounter a situation where this hundred-forged steel knife could not cut through the skin, but was shattered by the counter-shock force from the skin.

The strength of this weird boy is too strong!

However, how could such a child who is only three or five years old have such great strength?

escape!
Feng Weitong bit the tip of her tongue fiercely.

The severe pain made her wake up quickly from the shock.

Then, she turned around without hesitation, and was about to run into the distance.

It was this attack that made Feng Weitong understand the huge gap in strength between them.

In any case, she definitely couldn't beat this weird boy.

On the contrary, with the strength of this weird boy, it must be easy to kill him.

If I want to survive, I can only run away quickly!
However, just when Feng Weitong turned around and was about to run away, suddenly, a pair of cold little hands gently grabbed her arm.

Accompanied by the holding of these little hands, Feng Weitong discovered to her horror that her body, at this moment, seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all.

"What's going on here?"

Facing this weird scene, Feng Weitong desperately wanted to struggle.

However, she found helplessly that no matter how hard she struggled, it was useless.

"Hee hee, I'll take your nose off right now."

Feng Weitong heard a childlike laughter.

"No!"

Feng Weitong opened her mouth.

However, she, who couldn't move her whole body, couldn't even utter a single word at this moment.

She could only watch with despair on her face, two pale little hands stretched out from behind her, slowly approaching her nose.

"Can you just wait to die?"

The corners of Feng Weitong's mouth were slightly bitter.

Just when she was helpless, there was a crystal teardrop rolling down from the corner of her eye, and dripping quietly along her fair cheek.

"boom!"

However, just as Feng Weitong looked desperately at those pale little hands approaching her, waiting for death to come.

Suddenly, Feng Weitong found that there was another white hand on her shoulder.

This hand was wide and slender, and there was a sense of warmth in the palm, which made Feng Weitong's frozen stiff body tremble.

Then, Feng Weitong felt that the cold aura that froze her body dissipated from her body under this warmth.

Not a trace was left.

It was as if a layer of hard ice wrapped around his body completely melted at this moment.

"This"

Feng Weitong slightly opened her delicate mouth.

When she was about to turn her head to see who the owner of this palm was.

However, from the palm, there was a sudden burst of tenderness.

Then, Feng Weitong's entire body was thrown backward by the palm for a distance of more than ten meters, and finally landed safely in a corner of Niping Lane.

"Who?"

After standing still, Feng Weitong suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction of the strange boy.

As far as the eyes could see, there was only a slender and thin figure appearing out of thin air, standing quietly not far from the strange boy.

The slender and thin figure was dressed in a black cloak and robe.

"Martial Ancestor Lin Dong!"

Looking at this figure that he often dreamed about, Feng Weitong's heart, which was still a little flustered, completely calmed down in this instant.

Is this the so-called sense of security?

It seems that no matter how dangerous it is, no matter how weird any boy is.

As long as Martial Ancestor Lin Dong stood in front of him, then there would be no existence that could bypass Martial Ancestor Lin Dong and hurt him!
"Borrow your nose? Can you see mine? If you want it, you can take it!"

A boy's clear and long howling sound resounded in this somewhat quiet Niping Alley, echoing endlessly.

Laughed lightly.

There was a slight arc on the corner of his lips, and the young man slowly raised his head. The face that was originally hidden under the cloak was even more handsome under the moonlight.

Unfortunately, because the boy turned his back to Feng Weitong, Feng Weitong didn't see the boy's face.

The boy who stood in front of the weird boy and threw Feng Weitong backwards was exactly the one who came to Niping Lane to look for the mysterious and weird Chu Jiang.

When Chu Jiang came to Niping Lane, he could vaguely hear the sound of fighting and the sound of shattering weapons coming from the alley.

Therefore, he immediately hurried towards this direction.

Then I saw a mysterious boy who was about to pick off Feng Weitong's nose.

For Feng Weitong, the girl who once spoke up for herself in Yandang Mountain and angrily scolded those who mocked and ridiculed her, Chu Jiang still had a good impression of her.

After all, before the Yandang Mountain battle to determine the winner, among the millions of people in the entire Hidden Dragon City, there were not many people who could stand up to speak for themselves and angrily denounce others.

So Chu Jiang naturally rescued Feng Weitong.

"Don't be afraid, standing behind me is safe, there is no existence that can pass me and hurt you."

Shrugging, Chu Jiang said softly.

Then, Chu Jiang turned his head.

With a faint gaze, he glanced lightly at the strange boy in front of him, and said with a little excitement in his heart: "It has begun to harvest!"

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Ps: Chinese New Year is almost here, and the price of pork has risen again. The poor author is crying and dizzy. My little brother is here begging for subscription, reward, and monthly pass. I haven’t eaten pork for a long time. I want to eat pork dumplings during the Chinese New Year.
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