My Cold and Beautiful Wife

One of the main worlds to which the Human Alliance belongs, Yaowazhai.

The name is called because the world looks like a huge curved tile from a distance.

The way people gather here is mainly cottage, and the folk customs are relatively simple.

In the world outside of Kyushu, the four major clans and traditional clans have relatively small numbers.

The conflict between ordinary clans and cheap people is not too sharp, because-everyone is actually poor.

Therefore, when the Jianshen and Hua Feihua came together to do charity, teach people how to plant spirit flowers and grass, and develop sideline business, the residents of Yaowa Village are all happy.

In the cultivated flower field, Hua Feihua is in charge of guidance.

Angel, accompanied by Ye Fan, expressed condolences to some local representatives of the main clan and cheap people.

A group of human representatives were still nervous at first, so they dared not speak.

But Angel was born with an affinity and quickly opened the conversation box for everyone.

After some communication, everyone praised the sword god.

I sincerely say that there has never been such a big person to care about their living environment.

Ye Fan is ashamed, in fact, he is responsible for chatting.

In Ye Fan's view, the so-called "problem" of these residents can be solved with a little effort.

For example, open up several storage reservoirs and level up several hills with blocked roads.

To build a new teleportation array, I want to have some basic training materials for children to learn...

In fact, if you come here, you can satisfy their wishes.

Even among the big clans, any one who has a strong sense of heaven has this strength and financial resources.

Only, no one cares about these!

After all, human beings have no emperor, and no one fights for the power of faith. Natural things are not related to oneself.

Ye Fan feels that he looks like a bargain, and the power of this belief is too profitable.

Busy until the evening, the wind silently handed over a cup of herbal tea.

"Master Sword God, it's hard work. Everyone is very enthusiastic. We are going to build a new Sword Temple here and treat you as a faith." Feng said with a smile.

During this period of time, Ye Fan got acquainted with the wind without saying a word.

From the mountain cliff, Ye Fan overlooked the flower fields quickly reclaimed by the monk's spell below.

The people who worked a lot, with a satisfied smile, sipped their tea.

"Sometimes, it is more confused, what is it that I am pursuing and doing a lot of things, does it really make sense..."

"But whenever I see, these people, because of my efforts, become happy and express my sincere thanks to me..."

"I felt that what I did was meaningful and didn't work in vain."

Feng said without doubt: "For Lord Sword God, these people are just ants. Are their feelings so important?"

"If you always think of it this way, you will feel that life is boring and everything you pursue is a cloud.

Many things are confused, but they will not be too tired, and they will be content and happy," Ye Fan said.

Feng Buyu said with a smile: "Master Sword God may be because he was born on earth since he was a child, would he have such a thought?"

"Are you very interested in the earth?"

Ye Fan smiled and said, "It seems that I often talk to Angel about things on the earth."

"Feng Xiaotian ancestors admire the sword **** very much, and I personally yearn for Lord Sword God very much.

Therefore, I was naturally interested in the earth that gave birth to Lord Sword God.

I think that understanding the past and growth experience of Lord Sword God will be very helpful to my cultivation," Feng said earnestly.

Ye Fan's eyes flickered and nodded as if smiling.

suddenly!

Ye Fan received an urgent message from Su Qingxue.

"Husband, you may need to come back!"

"what happened?"

"Old Zhou is dead."

"Which week... Zhou Wangxian!?" Ye Fan was startled.

Feng said silently, "What's wrong with Old Zhou?"

Ye Fan frowned, "Zhou Wangxian was killed by someone and ran to the streets. It seems... we have to suspend this public welfare tour."

"How could this happen?" Feng said, clenching his teeth: "Is it a demon attack?"

Ye Fan was in a low mood. Although she hadn't known Zhou Zhouxian for a long time, she actually had a good impression of this old man.

Suddenly he died, which made him sad.

After confessing with Hua Feihua and Angel, Ye Fan first returned to the Sword God Palace.

Su Qingxue and other daughters are already there, and dozens of princes such as Emperor Zi, Xiao Qingxuan who returned as a midwife, and Bai Yi and Wu Ye Mingling have all gathered in the meeting room.

The atmosphere is dignified!

"What is the situation now?"

Ye Fan did not go around the bend and sat directly on the throne.

"The soul of the candle wick is being dissected and inspected for the most precise identification. It should be on the horizon," Su Qingxue said.

"So what do you say now? On the spot, what about certification?" Ye Fan asked.

Everyone was silent, it seemed difficult to speak, but looked at Ye Fan strangely.

Ye Fan frowned, "What's wrong?"

"Oh! the old lady said!"

Huang Wanrou shouted: "Lao Zhou died in a night wine booth! The shop at that time, even the residents of an inn across the street, saw you the sword **** and had a drink with Lao Zhou!

Then you grab the sword, swish it a few times, and kill the old Zhou! "

Ye Fan's face sank, "You said... they saw, I killed Zhou Wangxian?"

"Master Sword God, disguised in disguise, impersonated, is too common in the Taishi plane.

You don’t have to mind too much, the more you get out of this dilemma at this time! "The emperor said solemnly.

"Yes, Lord Sword God, I Jiang? Guaranteed with my life! Absolutely the enemy framed Lord Sword God!" Jiang? Yi filled with indignation.

At this time, the conference room communicator turned on.

The holographic image opened, and the figure of the candle wick soul appeared in the middle of the table.

Under his long hair, blood-red eyes, his hands were holding **** anatomical tools.

"Sword... Lord Sword God..." Candlestick screamed with a shy smile.

"Candle wick soul, what happened?" Ye Fan asked.

"Hey... The body was frozen, but I gave it back light and became a fresh state of death.

After an accurate anatomical analysis, the conclusion is... Jian Yi lethal. "

The meeting room is quiet.

"A demon who knows how to sword, has gone!" Jiang? shouted.

"Before Zhou Wangxian's death, he was also hit hard by the liquid sword..."

Jiang? His face was stiff, and he didn't seem to know what to say.

Ye Fan had a headache, and asked with a bitter smile: "How is the demon who can use liquid sword intention?"

"This... Master Sword God, you don't have to worry. You have been cruising with the charity group recently. You are doing good deeds everywhere. You have proof of absence!" Jiang? said.

"If the Sword God wants to kill Zhou Wangxian, even if he leaves for a moment... the people of the charity mission simply cannot perceive it.

Moreover, Lord Sword God can move instantaneously, and the avatar can change positions...

Theoretically, it is untenable to prove something without being present," the emperor returned.