The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful - Chapter 23

… What happened?

That can be more.

For example, the original owner is dead. For example, he is a counterfeit. For example, he still has to calculate a deal with Meng Zhongguang and return to the world to meet his father and sister.

Any one of the things explained, it is possible for Meng Zhongguang to slap Xu Xingzhi into the ground to get out.

Nowadays, this problem was directly slammed into the face of Xu Xing by Meng Zhongguang. The heart of Xu Xingzhi snorted loudly and then fell down.

He smiled and said: “How do you ask?”

After Meng Zhongguang stared Xu Xingzhi on the scalp, he sullenly opened Xu Xingzhi’s wrist, and the words were a bit more alienated: “Since the brothers are not willing to say, the light is not asked. Go back to the tower to pack things, we immediately set off.”

Xu Xingzhi: “…”

After returning to the room according to Meng Zhongguang, Xu Xingzhi sat on the couch in a daze.

He had nothing to clean up. He didn’t belong to him in the high tower. He only took the folding fan that was named “free pen” by the original owner and played it back and forth.

Meng Zhongguang’s anger and anger is really shocking, but looking at Meng Zhongguang’s attitude is not like discovering the big secrets that Xu Xingzhi wants to hide. It is more like being angry.

Think about it, when did Meng Zhongguang change his attitude?

Xu Xingzhi remembers that he changed color after taking his own pulse, so he also learned the actions of Meng Zhongguang, using his left hand to catch the right hand pulse, trying to find out what went wrong.

After half a day of diagnosis, Xu Xingzhi finally diagnosed a result.

——I have recently been over-reliant and have a strong liver. I should take medicine and supplement my health.

He didn’t have anything to say. He only felt depressed. He rubbed his left hand and took the folding fan that he was placed on the side. He thought of drinking cool and calm at the table.

At the next moment, Xu Xingzhi’s left hand suddenly shook down.

He looked down and found that the fan handle in the original hand turned into the handle of a delicate flower pot.

In addition to a round pot, there are a large two small three cups arranged neatly on the bed.

Xu Xingzhi: …oh.

He only saw this fan in the memory, but he saw it for the first time.

Xu Xingzhi shook the pot and found that the water inside was still full. He tried to pour a glass of water and took a sip on his lips.

The water tastes so sweet, and it only makes you feel refreshed when you squat down the line.

Xu Xingzhi thought very optimistically, well, even if Meng Zhongguang found his true identity in the future, he would abandon himself to the wild, and at least he could fill himself with water.

He picked up the kettle and studied it carefully.

If you remember correctly, he just turned around in his mind the idea of ​​”drinking water,” and the fan turned into a kettle.

Xu Xingzhi’s breath is fascinating, and he recalls the memories of the giants of the mountains that the Central Plains used in the battle.

The fan did not move, and it was as quiet as death.

Xu Xingzhi retreated and asked for the sword in his mind.

The folding fan is still indifferent and unmovable.

After a whimsical thought, Xu Xingzhi can be sure that, except for this set of tea sets, he can only transform the folding fan into a bundle of ropes, a roll of silk, a pot of old wine, and a feather duster.

The feather duster can be cleaned, and the ropes and brocades, except for the convenience of hanging at the critical moment, Xu Xingzhi can not think of any other functions.

…even if you give me a knife that can protect the body from self-defense.

Thinking this way, Xu Xingzhi, who is full of enthusiasm, poured himself a large glass of wine and talked about it.

After a drink, Xu Xingzhi looked at the cup at hand.

He is a mortal, and he does not understand the complicated method of tuning the luck of the people who cultivated the Tao, but he at least knows that a person who has been pulled out of the roots and is full of spiritual power can never change the fan shape like this.

He still remembers that when he first entered the wild, Zhou Beinan suspected that he was a wake-up, and vowed that no one who was removed from the roots could live.

At that time, Xu Xingzhi was vague in his words, barely smothered the past, and Meng Chongguang also made a living for himself, saying that he had no trace of spiritual flow in his body, so Xu Xingzhi did not think deeply.

However, as far as the current situation is concerned, after Meng Congguang’s spiritual rain and the loss of spiritual power, the body was affected and actually beaten and restored some strength.

This is indeed a beautiful thing, but it is also called Xu Xingzhi’s growing doubts.

… For the first time, he really doubted the words of “the knowledge of the world.”

According to the “Knowledge of the World”, Meng Chongguang and Zhou Beinan and other people are guilty of swindling, stealing artifacts, killing the teacher, is the evil to the evil, the original Lord Xu Xingzhi suffered deeply, was defiled by the teacher, and was educated Inability to be removed from the roots, tragic death.

This is a story that can be justified, but it now quietly splits a gap.

– The body given to him by “the knowledge of the world” has not been removed from the roots. It is more like being surrounded by the spirit.

Once this loophole was ejected, the words of “the knowledge of the world” were no longer reasonable.

The original Lord was planted with such a crime, how could the teacher’s door be easily let go, just simply blocking his spiritual power and letting him leave?

Since the original Lord has not removed the root bone, why did he die?

Or, did the original Lord die?

In the noisy conjecture, Xu Xingzhi suddenly came up with a thought.

– “The knowledge of the world” is deliberately giving itself a reason to refuse.

On the one hand, Meng Zhongguang has a deep hatred and hatred on the other side. On the other hand, he has taken over the original body and is eager to go home. The two sides are superimposed, and killing Meng Zhongguang himself becomes a matter of course.

Thinking of this layer, Xu Xing came back with a bit of chilling chill.

But how to guess, these are just speculations, not to count.

Xu Xingzhi gave his “dead of the world” to his dagger carefully, but he has not planned to use it to kill Meng Zhongguang for the time being.

When the hand was returned to the original folding fan, when he met with everyone in front of the tower, Xu Xingzhi paid attention to seeing several eyes of Meng Zhongguang.

Meng Zhongguang looks cold and does not squint. After he was called Qu Chi, he walked in the front and made Xu Xingzhi far away.

Zhou Wang’s back was double-knife, and his sleeves were on the side of Xu Xing’s body. Her gaze patrolled the couple for a few times, and lowered her voice to ask Xu Xingzhi: “You have a fight with Meng Da Ge?”

Xu Xingzhi smiled.

…… If you think about it, it’s no wonder that Meng Zhongguang will be upset.

In the view of Meng Zhongguang, Xu Xingzhi clearly did not get rid of the root bone, but the spiritual power still exists, but the power of the hand is not bound, it is obviously not enough trust for him, he refused to tell the truth, even he was hit by him. After breaking this point, Xu Xingzhi still tried to get away with it and did not want to tell him the truth.

… Meng Chongguang’s exquisite glass heart can withstand such a blow is strange.

But Xu Xingzhi is also full of himself.

In advance, he really didn’t know that his roots were not removed, and he didn’t mean to deceive him. Besides, he is now very diligent and flexible. So there are some tricks to change the pot and become a feathery scorpion. Willing to give money.

Xu Xingzhi whispered to Zhou Wang: “He is tempered.”

Zhou Wang curiously said: “Hey, I haven’t seen Meng Da Ge’s temper.”

Xu Xingzhi is a bit strange. In his opinion, Meng Zhongguang’s character of making heaven and earth, making a small temper must be as frequent as eating and drinking: “No one provokes him to be angry?”

Zhou Wang said: “…as long as the people who have provoked the anger of Meng Dajie are dead.”

Xu Xingzhi: “…”… Suddenly afraid.

Soon after the group left the tower, there were dozens of black spots on the wilderness.

When approaching the tower, the black spots gradually revealed the human form.

The leader is the warm snow dust in the wheelchair. Thirteen years later, his face is still cool and cool, and his temperament is like a cloud. Compared with the only change 13 years ago, he turned into a snow-colored hair.

Following him, he followed a dozen disciples and served differently, all under the four doors.

The tower was empty and no one came out to fight.

Wen Xuechen does not seem to have any plans to go in.

He stopped the wheelchair a few feet away from the tower and bent down. He took up a lot of stardust and sand that had already disappeared from the ground. He said to himself: “…I have already said to him, Meng Chongguang He won’t leave Xu Xingzhi here, but he has to ask me to take a look. It is really paranoid and confused.”

He waved his hand in the sand and turned his wheelchair to go.

A disciple with a dress in Danyang Peak asked: “Well, brother, don’t you check it out? They may be shrinking in the tower.”

“There is no spiritual flow here.” Wen Xuechen said indifferently. “There is still one person in the tower. But it is not one of them. It is just a waste person who has broken the backbone. It is a waste of time.”

Another Tian Zhuang disciple, who is immersed in a blue robes and a gilded cloud shoulder, and has a similar status to Wen Xuechen, suspects: “Really? Since no one, go in and have a look?”

Wen Xuechen looked up: “That is looking for death.”

This person smirked and said: “Wen Xuechen, are you still remembering the past love of those who are with these disobedience?”

“Who is the love?” Wen Xuechen asked.

The disciple has not had time to say a word again. Wen Xuechen is like a fly, and his elbows are supported on the wheelchair armrests.

His slap seems to have fallen into the air, but in a moment, the person who uttered madness to Wen Xuechen’s mouth was thrown to the ground by a strange force, his cheeks swollen, and his ears and nose bleed.

Wen Xuechen is as cold as ice: “You are talking to me?”

With this sentence, he left his own wheelchair and left: “If you are not afraid of death, go in. I want to live with me.”

Two Qinggu disciples looked at each other and rushed to keep up. The other dozens of people stayed in the same place, and they disagreed with Wen Xuechen.

That should be the Tianchuan disciple who had come back for a long time and spit out a **** tooth: “Fuck! This little white face!”

The other person who served the same person lifted him from the ground: “Why must he argue with him? He is one of the four first-handers of the year.”

“Hey!” Ying Tianchuan disciple resented, “If he is really powerful, how can he not have such a person?”

There is an informed humanity: “The four first-time apprentices, Xu Xingzhi and Qu Chi are not divided up and down; Zhou Beinan’s gun talent is not the same as his sister Zhou string, but it is also considered a gunshot; Wen Xuechen is because of heart disease, can not stand the continued After ten days of intensive schedules, they voluntarily gave up and refused to participate in the war.”

Ying Tianchuan disciple sneered: “Tell a thousand 10,000, he just loves to put a hero in front of us, I really think that I am what is on the table.”

He said, he waved his arm: “Go, go in. I don’t believe that he is alarmist. Even if they look at the wind and flee, it is good that we have broken this tower. Go back and tell the Lord.”

He carried the silver gun and took the lead in front of the tower. A group of people felt that he was right, and they followed.

As they approached, the Lingshi Xingsha, like ordinary sandstone, floated on the ground.

A flat wind rolled up, and a star sand rose and landed on the face of the leading Tianchuan disciple.

He was squandered, and he couldn’t help but suffocate. He spit out the sand and gravel in his mouth, only to find that the sand stuck in his mouth, and he couldn’t spit it out.

He was amazed, and he saw the sand rising from the ground. He slammed his head down. He hurriedly smashed his gun, waved a piece of sand, and squinted his eyes. He suddenly found that the sand was left with nothing left. His gun body.

In a flash, the silver gun emits a twisted sound of Titicaca under the corrosion of sand and stone, and the inch is shortened and melted, and it gradually disappears.

Seeing to erode his own hands, the Tianchuan disciple screamed and threw the silver gun on the ground, but in the next second, he screamed at the pig’s own skin.

But within a few moments, he lost his breath and was drained by the sand until only one piece of clothing remained.

After the wind and sand gradually passed away, the clothes in the ground fell in front of the tower.

The wind sent the screams of the disciples to the ears of the two descendants of the Qinggu Valley. They were numb by the screams of the successive screams, and they were still flying, but they still could not catch the speed of the sand.

Seeing that they would also be swallowed by sandstorms, the snow and dust that had been slowly shaking forward in the wheelchair slowly raised their arms, and a roulette wheel with a jasper shine flew out of his sleeve, and a gossip glare came out, three people Covered.

The wild sand violently beats outside, but it is not allowed to enter, and soon the offensive has been eliminated, and they have fallen to the ground.

The two disciples looked at the tower in the direction of the tower, but they could only see the crown and clothes that rolled down the ground, but where did they dare to go back and collect the dead?

Wen Xuechen took the wheel into the sleeve and his face was not good.

The previous method made him vain too much. His lips were blue and white, and his breathing was slightly rushed.

Like the two disciples of the Qinggu Valley, he also looked at the direction of the tower and was in a daze.

No one knows what he is thinking at the moment.

With Tao Leisure and his own hind legs, the pedestrians naturally can’t move forward with the sword; Tao Yu’s body is weak and the Qu Chi is carrying him all the way, so they can’t go fast.

Walking and stopping the semi-sunlight scene, Xu Xingzhi and Meng Zhongguang still have not said a half sentence.

Xu Xingzhi can see that Meng Zhongguang has also been so embarrassed that he has sneaked his head and looked at himself many times. After he caught the current situation, he quickly turned back and bite his lip and called it a grievance.

When everyone was resting on a creek, he sat farthest on his own, and he refused to drink a sip of water. He was filled with the words “Come on me”.

Xu Xingzhi wanted to turn the fan into a kettle and pour a cup of water to marry him. But when he thought that the other people in the room thought that they had been pulled out of the bones, it would be troublesome to use the spiritual power to explain it.

No way, he had to take a cowhide water bag to go to the stream.

Noticing the action of Xu Xingzhi, Meng Zhongguang could no longer hold back. A face was full of happiness, holding his knees and waiting for the beggar.

After Zhou Wang took all of this to his eyes, he went to Zhou Beinan to report his findings: “Hey, Xu Shixiong saw Meng Da Ge all the way.”

Zhou Beinan: “Hey, don’t look at the two dead sleeves, they will have a long eye.”

Zhou Wang has already passed through the stalker, knowing from the bone female Yuan Ruo that what is “broken sleeves”, grinning.

However, the smile on her face has not yet dissipated, and she heard the sound of falling water from the stream.

Qu Chi was squatting on the side of the stream and washing his face. He suddenly heard the sound of falling water, and he shouted with a look of water before he looked up: “Tao leisure! Is the pottery water falling?”

Tao Xiao, who is only half a foot away from him, can’t laugh and cry: “Qu brother, I am here.”

Lu Yuji put down the kettle: “Who is in the water?” He looked around, “Xu Shixiong?”

“Besides who else he is?” Zhou Beinan looked at the place where Xu Xingzhi had stopped. “…Hey, Xu Xingzhi, the water is still not deep in the knees. What do you pretend to die?”

However, no one responded to him except for the water ripples in a circle.

The Yuan who plucked the fruit at the edge of the wild fruit tree not far away frowned slightly: “… Brothers?”

Before other people perceive it, Meng Zhongguang has already rushed to the side of the stream. After looking around, the tremble has changed: “… Brother?… Brother!!”

The knee-deep stream quickly returned to silence, and even the cockroaches disappeared.

… But where is the shadow of Xu Xingzhi?

The author has something to say: Heavy light: a brother with a mouth, two eyes and two legs, slamming into the water~

Brother: …mdzz.