Strange Fantasy: My Life Simulator

And it's still the kind of dead beam that can't be solved at all.

. . . . . .

On the other side, Luo Hao and others set off from one of the hundreds of border cities.

After more than three days, it finally arrived at the foot of Fenglei Pavilion, when the carriage was walking towards the mountain road.

Yun Zijing kept a bitter face, clutching Luo Hao's arm nervously.

"Hold on tighter, my arms are probably going to turn purple."

Luo Hao, who was resting with his eyes closed, felt the increasing force on his arm, and slowly opened his eyes.

"I'm nervous... I'm going to your house."

"I'm going to see your parents later, and I'm a little flustered right now."

Yun Ziqing let go of Luo Hao's arm, while she looked outside the carriage.

Every time he passed a certain distance, he was one step closer to Fenglei Pavilion, which also made Yun Ziqing feel a little more nervous.

"Don't worry, my parents are easy to get along with."

"It won't be what you think, just be more natural later on."

Luo Hao sighed, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But Yun Ziqing had already started to straighten her hair, and even stood up to straighten her clothes.

"My clothes are not in a mess, is there any dirt on my face?"

Yun Ziqing looked at Luo Hao who was on the side, and turned around in the spacious carriage.

Luo Hao directly grabbed Yun Ziqing and pulled her into his arms.

"It's already beautiful, my parents will definitely like it."

"Don't be so nervous, there is still a little time before we reach the mountain, so stop making trouble."

Luo Hao smiled slightly, slowly moved his head forward, and gently kissed Yun Ziqing's lips.

Yun Ziqing cast a reproachful glance at Luo Hao, then put her arms around Luo Hao's neck, and kissed Luo Hao directly without any shyness.

In this noisy environment, the two of them slowly waited until the carriage stopped.

Uncle Mo's voice also came from outside the carriage: "Young Master, Young Madam, we have arrived."

Hearing this, Luo Hao held Yun Ziqing's little hand immediately. Luo Hao jumped out of the carriage first, and then took Yun Ziqing out of the carriage.

Looking at Yun Ziqing who forcibly held back to calm herself down and not be nervous, Luo Hao couldn't help laughing.

The two of them just got off the carriage holding hands like this, and walked towards the inner courtyard of Fenglei Pavilion.

On the way, I met many Fenglei Pavilion disciples, they all greeted Luo Hao respectfully, and of course they also stopped by to greet this 'Young Madam' who came to Fenglei Pavilion for the first time.

Fenglei Pavilion, the center of the inner courtyard, outside the residence of Mo Fenglei's family.

Ouyang Xiaoxiao had been pacing outside the door early in the morning, and at this time a person walked out from the inner courtyard.

It wasn't Mo Fenglei, but a woman with a cold expression, all in white clothes and light makeup standing beside Ouyang Xiaoxiao.

If Luo Hao and Yun Ziqing were there, they would definitely be able to recognize this person, Yun Ziqing's sister, Yun Zijing.

"Zi Jing, you came out, is your injury better?"

Seeing Yun Zijing coming out, Ouyang Xiaoxiao had a slight smile on her face.

"Ma'am, Zi Jing's injury has recovered, and I would like to thank Madam for her help."

"It's Zi Jing who is bothering you."

Yun Zijing smiled slightly, and nodded slightly to Ouyang Xiaoxiao.

At this moment, Luo Hao took Yun Ziqing's hand and stepped into the inner courtyard. The scene in front of him made Luo Hao slightly startled.

"elder sister?"

It was Yun Ziqing who was the first to react, wiped the corners of her eyes, and shouted in surprise.

Compared to Yun Ziqing's shock, Yun Zijing was much calmer, she just smiled lightly and nodded.

"Mom, what's going on..."

Luo Hao couldn't help feeling a little dazed, he didn't expect that Yun Zijing would be in his home right now.

"No hurry, no hurry, let's talk inside."

"This is Zi Jing's younger sister, she is so beautiful, both sisters are equally beautiful."

Ouyang Xiaoxiao smiled slightly, instead of answering Luo Hao directly, she walked in front of Yun Ziqing, grabbed Yun Ziqing's hand, then patted Yun Ziqing's shoulder and said in satisfaction.

".~Thank you, Auntie..."

A blush appeared on Yun Ziqing's rare face, and she said to Ouyang Xiaoxiao shyly.

"Also be called Auntie, and from now on, you can just call her Mother along with Yao'er."

"Let's go, come in and talk, Yao'er's father has something to do in Fenglei Pavilion and will come back later."

Ouyang Xiaoxiao held Yun Ziqing with one hand and Yun Zijing with the other, and the three walked inside like this.

For a moment, Luo Hao seemed to be superfluous, showing a wry smile, and walked inside.

After entering the back room, Ouyang Xiaoxiao explained to Luo Hao and Yun Ziqing what happened these days.

It turned out that before entering the ruins, it was not Yun Zijing who killed her fellow sect, but another person who was traveling with her, maliciously falsely accusing her. Because the other party was the biological son of an elder in the sect, no one in Liuli Palace believed her.

After Yun Zijing received the news in advance, she also left immediately without stopping.

Along the way (good Wang Zhao) met many pursuers, Yun Zijing who was afraid to go back to the Yun Mansion could only flee all the way to the vicinity of Fenglei Pavilion.

In the end, he had no choice but to run into Fenglei Pavilion under the pursuit of soldiers. After arriving at Fenglei Pavilion, he immediately said that he wanted to see Luo Hao, and hoped to be protected by Fenglei Pavilion.

At that time, Ouyang Xiaoxiao sent someone to take her into the Fenglei Pavilion. Because Luo Hao was not there, Ouyang Xiaoxiao still sent someone to kill all the Liuli Palace disciples who came to pursue her.

At the same time, she also knew everything, but she didn't know that Yun Zijing didn't know Luo Hao.

The mother and son, who have often exchanged letters in the past two years, have long known that their daughter-in-law's name is Yun Ziqing, and they immediately understood that Yun Zijing might be Yun Ziqing's family.

In the past few days, she has been taking care of her even more carefully, basically like her own daughter, all kinds of panacea and herbs have been used to help Yun Zijing recover from her injuries, and one after another, Yun Zijing's cultivation has broken through a level. .

Chapter 188

After knowing the cause of everything, Luo Hao could only sigh secretly, what a coincidence.

It seems that Yun Zijing was indeed forced to have no place to go, so she came to Fenglei Pavilion to seek shelter.

Otherwise, based on the fate of the two of them, if there is no way out, Yun Zijing will not let Yun Zijing take a gamble.

The rest of the time was relatively uneventful, mostly Ouyang Xiaoxiao dragged Yun Ziqing who was beside her to chat with each other, but while talking, Luo Hao always felt something was wrong.

Yun Ziqing is Ouyang Xiaoxiao's daughter-in-law, but Luo Hao always feels that she looks the same to both girls.

Nothing was different, it was as if both girls were her daughters-in-law.

"Yaoer, you don't need to listen to us here, you can go to other places."

"By the way, go to Fenglei Pavilion and ask your father to come back for dinner earlier today."

"Then ask Uncle Mo to send someone to bring your in-laws over. It's almost time to arrange a wedding date for you."

Ouyang Xiaoxiao suddenly turned her head to look at Luo Hao who was doing nothing, and gave orders immediately.

Luo Hao couldn't help but also gave a wry smile 367, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, is this the mother who wrote letters every day asking him to come back quickly...

But Luo Hao also knew that the current situation seemed really not suitable for him to participate.

So he got up directly, walked out, first went to talk to Uncle Mo, and sent someone to fetch Yun Ao.

Discussing about the wedding date, he himself headed towards the meeting hall of Fenglei Pavilion.

Judging from this matter, Mo Fenglei should be in the meeting hall, handling some basic affairs of Fenglei Pavilion.

After walking all the way, when they reached the door of the meeting hall, they looked at the guards outside the door.

Luo Hao stopped.

"The subordinates see the young master, and the pavilion master discusses matters with the various hall masters inside."

"Please young master later, I will go up and report immediately."

When the guard at the gate saw Luo Hao, he half-kneeled on the ground and said to Luo Hao respectfully.

"No, I'll just wait at the door."

"Don't bother me, just get up."

Luo Hao shook his head, Mo Fenglei inside should know that he has returned.

Since Luo Hao was not called in, it must be that something was being discussed inside.

Luo Hao simply stood where he was, closed his eyes and got up.

Seeing what Luo Hao said, the two guards didn't go in either, and stood where they were devoted to their duties.

An hour passed slowly, and Luo Hao's eyes slightly opened.

The door of the meeting hall also began to open slowly, Luo Hao turned around and looked at the door of the meeting hall.

Several hall masters in Fenglei Pavilion came out one after another and chatted with Luo Hao for a few words.

Luo Hao also responded with a smile one by one, and then stepped directly into the meeting hall.

But just as Luo Hao took a step, he rushed forward with a flash of light.

With a touch of sharpness, he rushed straight to Luo Hao's face. Luo Hao stretched out his palm and squeezed his two fingers lightly.

The white streamer in front of him turned into an ordinary brush.

"Father, greet your son like this after you haven't seen each other for two years."

"Mother knows, I'm afraid I have to talk about you."

Luo Hao took a few steps forward, holding the brush in his hand, Mo Fenglei was standing on the desk in front of him.

"Hmph, does the brat still know to come back?"

"Don't you know how your mother misses you every day?"

Mo Fenglei let out a cold snort pretending to be angry, but the smile in his eyes couldn't be concealed at all.

Uncle Mo basically told the couple about everything that happened along the way, and they both knew about Luo Hao's possession of the spiritual realm.

At that time, he couldn't help but made him happy for a long time, especially Luo Hao had already reached the second level of Star Refining Realm when he was just an adult.

With such talent and such a (bedf) hard-working temperament, it is impossible not to expect high achievements in the future.

"Isn't the child already back?"

"And even the daughter-in-law was brought back for you, so it should be considered okay?"

There was a wry smile on the corner of Luo Hao's mouth.

"Okay, don't talk about that, I heard from your Uncle Mo that you have already realized the spiritual realm."

"Release it and let me see, let me see how many things you kid still keep from me."

Mo Fenglei waved his hand, and looked at Luo Hao with a smile on his face. The test just now was to see what step Luo Hao's sword intent and sword heart had reached as Uncle Mo said.

Mo Fenglei couldn't help being curious as he had never seen Luo Hao hold a sword since he was a child.

How far can this kid hone his sword intent and sword heart.

Seeing what Mo Fenglei said, Luo Hao closed his eyes slightly, when Luo Hao opened them again.

A white light flashed in Luo Hao's eyes, and the environment in front of Mo Fenglei began to change rapidly in the blink of an eye.

The huge sword hanging above the head, coupled with the boundless sharp sword intent coming from all around, even if it was just a gust of hot wind.

Mo Fenglei felt as if he was surrounded by countless sharp swords.

"That's right! A big sword has no edge, but a small sword has a sharp edge."

"There are several different sword intents in one spiritual realm. It seems that you are indeed a master of swordsmanship."

"I didn't expect that I didn't even have the perfect sword heart, but it took you only ten years to achieve great sword heart."

Mo Fenglei closed his eyes to feel the sword intent around him, and couldn't help showing a satisfied smile on his face.