Zhao Wu, a female, stared at the wind soul swept by three people and felt that her face was still a burst of burning pain. She had never encountered such a great shame in her life. She wished to bite the man who slapped her face into pieces. Yuan lived in seclusion and saw her appearance. She quickly advised, "Princess, if your daughter’s body had an accident here, we would go to work hard and ask the princess to think twice."
Zhao Wu’s daughter took a deep breath and slowly re-smiled. It was her gentle smile that made Yuan’s seclusion and official Wan’er look scared. She slowly turned around and took a few steps but turned around. "Wan’er, do you want to stay here?"
Officer Wan’er frighten hurriedly got up and Yuan seclusion with three people behind her soon left the bamboo forest.
Although the wind soul saw that the official Wan’er was taken away by Zhao Wu’s daughter, it was a milli-way to bring out a series of firm but gentle swords with mandala. King Zhihua is not the kui of a ghost fan who borrows things from the patriarch. His figure is ethereal and unpredictable, and even the wind soul doesn’t know that he will come out from the place for a moment.
What’s worse is that it comes from the fetal hiding environment. It falls on a bamboo leaf that fluctuates with the wind, but it is constantly distorted around it, and sometimes it collapses, which makes people dizzy.
The wind soul was entangled in the root method by these three people.
He knew that although he let Zhao Wu’s girl show a little timidity, it also made her angry. If she didn’t count that slap in the face in Wan’er’s body, she would quickly knock down these three people and let Zhao Wu’s woman be afraid of other things and dare not be too difficult to be an official Wan’er and her sister.
He put his spirit to the extreme and reflected every movement around him in his heart. Mancha Luo was firm but gentle, and Wang Zhihua couldn’t resist the mountain curse, which was clearly mastered by him.
Abruptly, his hand pinched Jiugong’s figure and flashed to five feet away. He would quietly approach him through the cloud dun, and kick the mandala. The mandala was originally attacked by a sharp firm but gentle sword. This sword broke through the clouds and cracked the terrain, but it has not been cut to the wind soul, but King Zhihua has been kicked to herself. She hurriedly put away her sword and tried to dodge. But the wind soul has moved to her side and stepped on her back and slapped her hard to the ground.
King Zhihua, a ghost fan, has called a boulder to put him in the stone before he can stabilize himself.
Ann endure didn’t think that three people together should still be so easily broken by the East Emperor, and at the same time, she knew that she had already been broken by the other party for a while and wanted to escape.
Wind soul is to hand a recruit mandala that fly sword immediately out of her hand like a flash to endure endure endure bellow a sprinkle a blood rain negative pain.
Although the wind soul didn’t practice royal kendo, his body was already condensed with Wang Miaoxiang, Xue Honglian and Nie Yinniang’s three daughters’ innate qi, and the combination of these qi and Taiyi’s method has made him learn nothing about royal sword.
Flying sword came down with an ear hanging on it.
The wind soul swept aside and looked coldly at the king Azhihua who was crushed in the stone. The pale mandala King Azhihua struggled to get away from the boulder. When the mandala looked at it, it was full of fear. It was only a short time when they didn’t even touch the skirt of the wind soul, and they were defeated in a big mess.
The flying sword is shrouded in the top of King Azhihua and mandala, so that they can escape, dare not escape and dare not fight. Knowing that they have left an invincible shadow on them, the soul snorted and let the flying sword fall to the ground. "Leave an ear for yourself and go back and tell your princess Wan’er that if she is abused any more, I will definitely let her die a natural death."
King Zhihua sighed and knew that he was very lucky not to die here like Master Cobalt Seal. He dared not say much, picked up the flying sword and cut his left ear, and then threw the sword to the mandala. Although the mandala has a love for beauty, it is better to cut her ear with tears.
The two were about to leave the wind soul, but the contemptuous voice rang again. "Are you just leaving your companions here?"
King Zhihua hurried back to carry the body of Master Cobalt Seal, and dared not delay any more and Mandala Fairy hurried away.
It was not until the wind soul of others in the bamboo forest that a wry smile spilled a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
In order to arouse fear in these people’s hearts, he has actually wasted his vitality too much. If King Achihua and mandala had the courage to continue fighting with him just now, it would be hard to say who is afraid.
With a long sigh, he strolled slowly to a pool of blood with a delicate left ear in it.
This ear is an official Wan’er’s sad scene when he thinks that the fox demon girl’s cheek is blood but still falls to the ground and dare not resist. He feels a pain in his heart and hates and hates that his sister looks like a princess with seven points.
And knowing that Guan Wan’er was in a fire pit, but trying to save her, that kind of nai also made him have an impulse to go crazy.
He fell to his knees and punched the ground hard.
There is a crack in the earth.
There was a gust of wind behind him. Although the soul didn’t answer, it knew that it was Xu Feiqiong.
Xu Feiqiong realized that she was trying to lead herself away from the wind soul when she learned the will of the Jade Emperor, so she quickly turned around and saw that the wind soul was safe now, which was a relief.
Chapter 29 Stealing wine in Taiji Palace
The wind soul told Xu Feiqiong about Yu Waner.
He felt heavy in the sister tree.
Xu Feiqiong wants to comfort him, but he doesn’t know how to comfort him. Some things are not comforting by persuasion.
"Am I very poor?" The wind soul looked at Xu Feiqiong. "I know I can’t let Wan’er go with people like that, but I can’t save her. I can’t do anything when I die. And you …"
He looked at Xu Feiqiong’s swinging left sleeve. "If I have something, your hand …"
Xu Feiqiong glared at him. "My hand was accidentally cut off by Yaohewei. What happened to you?"
"But …"
Xu Feiqiong lightly sighed and leaned his forehead against his chest. "Don’t put all the mistakes on your back, okay? If you are really fine, how can Sister Miao and I like you together? "
The wind soul held her in his arms. "But I didn’t protect the wonderful idea …"
This is not the first time that he has felt so deeply that this kind of force will haunt him for more than 300 years after Wang Miaoxiang’s death.
His original character has always been a bit adrift, although he has not reached the quiet level of Taoism, but a chess player from primary school has been influenced by his unhurried and calm mind.
Until Wang Miao wanted to die, his heart was deeply shocked, and he almost gave up on himself. Although after knowing that Nie Yinniang was Wang Miao’s reincarnation and accepting her as an apprentice, the mental wound was somewhat compensated, but the scar was always there.
Not all wounds can heal slowly with time.
Until today, after watching the official Wan’er being taken away by Zhao Wu, the deep wound in his heart was finally torn to the kind of "winning or losing is unusual" chess player’s mood was finally shattered.
After all, life is not about starting over after losing chess.
Chess can be used as a way to get rid of it when necessary, but there are always some things in life that are abandoned by law