Luo Feiyu regretted that his intestines were blue.

Wuhua is just a shameless person who climbs along the way. This bald donkey knows how to take care of the kidneys at all!!

Moreover, Luo Feiyu fully realized a serious problem, that is, he and Wuhua-

Size! Inch! No! Combination!

In order not to disturb the problem of breast molding, he also changed the "Luo Dagen" who built the backup data - that is, his own body, but Luo Feiyu would not have thought of...

What kind of slabs are matched with or chisels? Strict silk stitching is called matching, but even if it is two centimeters more, is it all torture for him?!

Bu Xing, absolutely Bu Xing, who can stand this horse? If you are beaten once, you will be shocked.

"You took the initiative to ask for it. I'm as you wish. Do you still blame me?" Wuhua brought the porridge that had just been cooked and blew it cooled down to Luo Feiyu's mouth.

Luo Feiyu lay on the bed and accused him angrily: "I asked you to fuck me, did I let you play in the dark room blindfolded play?! Why didn't you stop when I begged you?"

Wuhua's face was filled with guilt and said quietly: "You sent me to settle the score."

Luo Feiyu's legs and feet became weak when he heard the word "account settlement". He seriously doubted whether Wuhua had a special book to keep accounts in his heart. Otherwise, why would he remember the matter of Chen Zhimao and Rotten Millet so clearly!

He glared at Wuhua in a bad mood: "Have the monk figured it out now?"

Wuhua smiled happily: "There is a grudge in the past, but it may be possible in the future."

Luo Feiyu compared his middle finger to him fiercely.

Wuhua's eyes were slightly dark, and the spoon that delivered the porridge paused and said in a deep voice: "You can rest with peace of mind these days, don't think about these things anymore. I know you are exhausted too. Since you are uncomfortable, don't always come and provoke me."

Luo Feiyu heard something wrong and was surprised: "Then you still want to come?"

Wuhua stared at his contempt middle finger, hesitated for a while, frowned and asked, "What does this gesture mean?"

"...Uh!" It's a misunderstanding in the future. Luo Feiyu came here nervously and truthfully: "Fuck you, silly, fuck, verb, whatever you understand, it's just cursing..."

"..." Wuhua looked at him quietly for a while, suddenly "huh", his eyes turned elsewhere, his self-deprecating teeth tightly and loosely. While shaking his head, he kept sighing. "You are really a liar, a total liar."

Luo Feiyu couldn't help but glance at him. Seeing the helplessness hidden under the anger of being deceived, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He thought about it seriously and looked up and promised: "I...I won't tell you lies again!"

Wuhua didn't take this to heart, and still slowly blew spoonful of porridge, without raising her eyes: "...You are an official now, and your words and deeds should not be too vulgar. If you have prestige in the military camp, this is not necessarily the only way. On the surface, you are still a woman, and being too flamboyant and unrestrained will lead to a loss of image."

Luo Feiyu was dissatisfied when he heard this: "Do you think I'm boasting?"

Wuhua looked at him lightly and said with a blank expression: "Although you don't need to say anything, at least those impure and dirty words related to the bed are better to say less."

Luo Feiyu knew that he didn't believe him when he said this, so he raised his eyebrows and snorted: "Isn't swearing cleaner than lies?"

Wuhua paused and then looked at him, "...you..."

Just now... Luo Feiyu wasn't coaxing him?

Luo Feiyu's dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, so he deliberately said: "I am happy to say filthy to you. If you want to be elegant, don't compare with me with the middle finger!"

Wuhua was angry at him, "What did that girl tell you? You are so brave."

Luo Feiyu looked up at the ceiling and pretended to be stupid.

This is dignity! The dignity of being a teacher! How can you make your disciple question his charm?

You see, although the process is a bit unexpected, isn’t this just a way to prove what he said in front of his second apprentice?

Wuhua calmed down her smile and asked Luo Feiyu slightly seriously, "Luoyang City has basically been stable recently. Have you ever given a transfer order in the middle of Beijing?"

Luo Feiyu's expression sterned.

"How do you know... the people in Beijing want me to leave Luoyang?"

Wuhua said confidently: "The disposal of King Yi has been delayed. The three judicial affairs are one thing, and I am afraid that it is also the same thing if you are deaf and dumb in Luoyang."

Luo Feiyu couldn't help but blush: "I, I'm not..."

Wuhua ruthlessly exposed him: "You are afraid of death, so you dare not leave, right?"

Luo Feiyu: "..." He was shot in his knee.

He buried his head in the quilt and said in a muffled voice: "I'm fine in Luoyang City. If I leave a map and get stuck, wouldn't I have a life lost again? I don't have any lofty pursuits and ambitions. I just want to live a life of gangsters. The people of Luoyang City are simple. Isn't it good to be a small local official here?"

Wuhua was very bald by his attitude of eating and waiting to die. "When you rushed from the desert to the Central Plains, you were traveling a long distance. You were not afraid of you at that time. What are you afraid of now?"

How can this be the same? Those who don’t know are fearless!

Luo Feiyu was lying in the quilt and hummed.

Wuhua felt it was necessary to do ideological work for him, "I just ask you, who are you relying on as a commander in Luoyang now?"

Luo Feiyu replied in his heart: It is his father, Prince Yu who is far away in the capital.

Wuhua asked again: "If no one hindered, why did you take over Li Huangzhu's identity not in the capital, but in Luoyang?"

It was because Yan Shifan hindered their "father-son meeting", and Emperor Jiajing had other arrangements.

"Have you ever thought that King Yi dared to rebel in Luoyang, who gave him the courage to? Is this world really the emperor's world?"

Luo Feiyu was stunned and shocked to get his head out of the quilt.

Wuhua looked at him and said slowly: "As a certain age, one can no longer find other eaves to hide from the wind and rain. You have to grow into that eaves and protect what you should protect."

Luo Feiyu looked at Wuhua for a complicated time and said suspiciously: "Why do you want to teach me these?"

No flowers but smile without saying a word.

Whether it was the previous teaching Luo Feiyu how to be a qualified person who controlled life and death and the law, the attitude of using Jin Jiuling to test Luo Feiyu's employment, or the responsibility of teaching him to the higher-ranking people today, there is actually only one purpose.

This is the way to be the king.

"Now you are not even the eaves, but those who want to change the sky are already ready to move. If you shrink into a corner, do you think there will be eggs under the collapse of the nest?"

"..." Luo Feiyu understood what he was saying. Yan Shifan and King Yi colluded to hold on his own. Wuhua reminded him that the Ming Dynasty might not be as stable as it appears.

The history that Luo Feiyu knew cannot be directly equated with the history in this martial arts world. The Ming Dynasty he learned in his world is far from over, but it is hard to say that the Ming Dynasty in this world is.

If the skin does not exist, where will the hair be attached? If you want to live for a long time, a peaceful and stable social environment is also necessary.

Wuhua accurately poked his sore spot, and he had to face up to the problem of helping King Yu.

"If I go to the south with such a mind and die halfway before I can get off the road, wouldn't I feel a little lost?"

It's no loss. If Li Huangzhu really died on the road, the only one who felt guilty would be the prince in the capital.

Luo Feiyu’s biggest advantage is that he can resurrect the soul through corpses.

Wuhua smiled at him and said, "Whether it is worth it or not, it depends mainly on how long you want to live."

Luo Feiyu then thought carefully.

Yan Shifan and his friends are going to cause trouble, and it will be enough for one or two years. By then, the world will be in chaos and his Luoyang City will not be stable. But if these disasters are eliminated in one breath, even if he sacrifices his life, he will have another account to log in...

Not timid!!! Try him!!!

The system stuck him in his last life. This time, the time is so close, so it wouldn't have stuck him twice in a row, right?

If he is disconnected from the map again this time, he... will settle accounts with the system in the final security zone:)

[...King Master, you are clearly threatening me not to be stuck! Ying!]

Seeing that Luo Feiyu finally took out some energy, Wuhua was satisfied and put down the spoon and gently stroked his back, "But before the order is transferred, you can still take a good rest in Luoyang."

Luo Feiyu didn't want to delay too much. He always felt that Yan Shifan was just a sharp sword hanging above his head, and he might cut it down at any time. He got up from the bed twice, changed to the appearance of the broken barbarian with one click, and his movements were so quick that he was stunned.

It happened that Zhu Ting came to see Luo Feiyu with the newly prepared little pig. Seeing that he was ready to get out of bed like nothing, he widened his eyes in surprise.

"Ah! Master, your legs are growing so quickly?"

Luo Feiyu... Luo Feiyu pretended to be exhausted in order not to continue to be tormented by Wuhua, which made Wuhua, the monk who had excessive energy, calm down. But he couldn't spread this way and let people say that he was fucked and couldn't get out of bed, so he pushed an excuse, saying that he wanted to tease the master, but his kung fu was not as good as others, so he was beaten and even his legs were discounted.

Although Erzhu and the others had doubts, they saw that Luo Feiyu was really beaten miserably, so they believed it and even joked about him in the army that he was "feared inward".

Luo Feiyu and the others spread it, but he didn't mind anyway, as it sounded like a "female" and a man.

However, this person is easily killed by taking it.

Wuhua looked bad and asked with a squinted look, "You... are you okay?"

Luo Feiyu's movements froze, "...Uh." His body was cured after taking a red medicine. How could he really not get out of bed...

Wuhua sneered and put the pottery bowl on the table, and said to Zhu Ting: "You go out first, I have a debt with your master."

Luo Feiyu shook Zhu Ting hard and told him not to walk, but this too clever little devil obviously knew who to listen to here.

Zhu Ting not only left with the pig in his arms, but also brought Luo Feiyu with friendship.

Luo Feiyu swallowed his saliva and surrendered with his palm: "This place is not as soundproof as a small black room. Calculation, it is not possible to settle accounts..."

Wuhua smiled gracefully: "Whether it is OK, I have the final say."
Chapter completed!