Wuhua didn't understand why this was the case.

He maintained his position with his ear against Luo Feiyu's lips, and did not move for a long, long time.

He didn't hear any last words, and he never had the chance to know what Luo Feiyu wanted to say in the end.

The body in his arms was completely cold. This was not the temperature a living person should have. Wan Zhanqiu... no, Luo Feiyu was once again caught off guard and died in front of him.

Wuhua's mind went blank for a moment.

But he was unexpectedly calm, neither in a daze nor in tears. Without saying a word, he held Wan Zhanqiu, whose eyes had lost all energy, and searched for the root of all this in his mind at an unusually efficient speed.

.

Then he targeted someone.

Jiang Yulang.

When Jiang Yulang attacked Luo Feiyu in a sneak attack, everyone thought that Luo Feiyu was not injured at all because of his high martial arts skills and deep internal strength. Wuhua thought the same at the time.

But now that I think about it, at such a close distance, no one except Jiang Yulang knew whether that palm hit the chest or not.

Wan Zhanqiu seemed unscathed, but in that situation, even if he was plotted against, he would not show any signs of cowardice.

...So when he later faced off against Yan Nantian, the Nanfeng Tuyue that he was so proud of failed to block Yan Nantian's sword and was punished for it?

Wuhua twitched the corner of his mouth coldly, clenched his hands into fists and then released them. Wuhua stared at Luo Feiyu in his arms, slowly covered his hands with his, and closed his dim eyes.

He felt that his current mood was very strange. It was not sadness, resentment, or relief. It was just an emptiness in his chest. His whole figure seemed to have sunk into a deep stream of death, and he could no longer hear anything above the water. It was so lonely.

Cold and dead silence.

When Jellyfish Yinji came to the door, his memory was almost restored.

He was just curious about who Luo Feiyu was and why dead people could be resurrected with another appearance and identity.

He saw Luo Feiyu die in front of him with his own eyes. Even though he might not have had time to confirm his breathing and pulse at that time, and Luo Feiyu might not have really died, in the blink of an eye he became Wan Zhanqiu, who had a completely different life from the successor of Qixiu.

This is really incredible.

Wan Zhanqiu grew up under the eyes of the evil people, and it is impossible for anyone to replace him after spending more than ten years together day and night; while Wan Zhanqiu was still studying medicine in the Valley of the Evil People, the "show girl" was already flirting with women in Shenshui Palace.

This was why he couldn't figure it out at first and thought they were two people.

But they are so similar, no matter their appearance or habits, and the same disguise skills...

So when Yinji sought justice for Xiuxiu, Wuhua did not fight back, but took the opportunity to test Luo Feiyu.

The day Luo Feiyu took him out of Kuangsha, he fed him a lot of miraculous medicines. Their taste was unforgettable for the rest of his life. But when Wan Zhanqiu faced him being injured by Yin Ji, he unpreparedly took out the exact same thing.

In an instant, Wuhua knew that his thoughts were inseparable from each other.

It goes without saying that this person later blatantly used carrier pigeons and Wan Chun to spread messages in front of him.

This is probably the only homing pigeon that carries a mailbox on its back in the world.

At first he thought he was going to die, and he had secretly hoped in his heart that if he could be given a chance to have fun in his dream...

He thought that God heard this unrealistic idea.

So Luo Feiyu became Wan Zhanqiu, and he became a quitter.

The days in the Valley of the Wicked are truly like a dream.

He never thought that there would be a day when he would not think about martial arts, the world, and ambitions, and would just simply cook tea, play chess, recite poems, and paint.

He could have continued to lie like this until he was completely tired of this kind of life, and it was natural for him to abandon his status as a rebooter and continue to be a wushu.

People, you really can't get too carried away.

What did Luo Feiyu want to say to him in the end? Did he entrust the Valley of the Evil to him?

Is it out of concern for his elders? Or is he unable to let go of the newly pacified forces? Or...does he want to apologize for ruining his twenty years of hard work?

This force is now indeed very important in the world, and if it wants to conquer the Central Plains, it has the power to do so.

Did he think he would accept power from others? Wuhua laughed sarcastically.

Wuhua is very self-aware, and the current stability in the Valley of the Wicked cannot be brought about by him. The Valley of the Wicked cannot live without Wan Zhanqiu, so the second person cannot know that Wan Zhanqiu is dead.

He picked up Luo Feiyu's body and planned to deal with it all.

However, as soon as he stood up, his arms were empty.

Wuhua frowned slightly. The corpse at his feet underwent an astonishing change. The gentle-looking Wanhua disappeared and turned into a sighing monument with a sword stuck in it.

"..."

Wuhua stared at the tomb in silence for a long time, and then suddenly laughed.

Once, twice, followed by a series of suppressed laughter, with a kind of terrifying chill that made people palpitate.

What is this? Not even a corpse can be left behind?

Luo Feiyu... what on earth is he!

He touched the tablet and asked in a low voice: "You actually can't let go of the Valley of the Wicked at all, right? You are afraid that without you, they will become frightened and trembling again; you are afraid that the righteous way will know that you are dead.

, immediately regretted and broke the covenant..."

He pinched the hilt of the sword on the monument tightly, as if to break it: "Luo Feiyu... the debt between us is getting more and more, where should I go to find you to settle accounts next time? Huh?"

"

The grave bag could not respond to his words, but when Wuhua touched it, the contents inside it automatically turned into pieces of personal clothing and equipped them on his body.

Wuhua suddenly felt that the energy in his Dantian had increased several times in an instant, and his internal energy was also filling up, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

Something seemed to have changed on him, but he didn't know what it was yet. He was holding the orange weapon that had turned into a Zen staff, feeling slightly dazed.

The only thing left was a snow-white flute. He picked up the Snow Phoenix and Ice King flute, and the Sighing Wind Monument weathered and disappeared before his eyes.

If it weren't for the bright red blood on the ground, Wuhua would have doubted whether he was also dreaming now.

He tentatively put the flute to his lips and played the tune that Luo Feiyu repeated over and over again. A very strange thought flashed through his mind, but he didn't know what it meant: [This item has been bound and cannot be used.

equipment.】

He put away the flute, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then walked out of the pharmacy.

He looked no different from usual, he was still gentle and elegant, and there was even a smile that made people feel like spring breeze. He turned around the alley and knocked on the door of Li Dazui's old courtyard.

"How come little Master Jingse has time to come to my place? Didn't Xiaoqiu go back?"

"I'm back," Wuhua smiled lightly and asked, "Senior, where is Jiang Yulang?"

Li Dazui was stunned when he heard this, "What are you doing with that little beast? My daughter got jealous when she saw him, and I was planning to cut off his meat piece by piece and feed it to the dogs."

Wuhua's face remained unchanged, and his tone was so calm that it made people feel uneasy: "Aqiu was injured by his sneak attack and had to retreat. If senior feels that it is difficult to deal with it, why not leave him to me."

Li Dazui's expression suddenly changed: "Xiaoqiu is injured?! Doesn't it matter?! But he suffered internal injuries when fighting with Yan Nantian?" He gave his head a blast with a bang, "Those of us are heartbroken.

Big old guy! I never thought he was so strong by nature and would never show weakness in front of others!"

He became anxious and immediately grabbed Wuhua's arm: "It's been a few days, why is he just recovering from his injuries now? Is it because Xuanyuan Sanguang, that stinky gambler, is clinging to him and delaying his injury? Please take care of him quickly.

I’ll go see him!”

Aunt Tie Ping stuck out half of her head from the kitchen, blinked and asked, "What? Who is hurt?"

Yin Jiuyou came in like a gust of wind, with a cold face: "What are you talking about? Say it again!"

Li Dazui was startled by him and said angrily: "You are such a shady old man, you dare to listen even to the corner of my house!"

Yin Jiuyou ignored him at all, grabbed Wuhua's collar and asked coldly: "Did you, the ghost monk, use some dirty trick to plot against him? You also want our jewelry and want him to reveal the treasure hidden by Brother Ouyang."

The whereabouts of!"

Wuhua slowly pulled off his hand, and the smile in his eyes gradually cooled: "If I did it, why would I show up here to find Jiang Yulang."

Yin Jiuyou narrowed his eyes and asked, "Are you here to avenge him?"

Wuhua responded calmly: "Exactly."

Li Dazui opened the door of the side room happily and handed the key to Wuhua: "Don't be like this old ghost. He has never married a wife in his life and doesn't understand the feelings of young people at all! I am a person who has been here, and that little beast is up to you.

Happy to deal with it.”

Wuhua thanked him, walked into the room, and turned back to Li Dazui and the others to explain: "During Ah Qiu's retreat, everything in the Valley of Evil will remain as usual. I will take good care of him. Seniors don't have to worry, and don't take this matter seriously."

Just make it public and say that he is practicing martial arts. As for your baby, you may have to wait until he comes out of seclusion..."

"Anyway, the baby is there and won't run away. How can we force him to dig it out in a hurry!" Li Dazui knew what his arrangement meant. He patted him on the shoulder and grinned: "The righteous people have just been hacked.

I'm afraid, Xiaoqiu's name is very useful now, your Uncle Li understands it."

Wuhua nodded and closed the door and locked it.

…

In the bloody, damp and cold dark room, the dying Jiang Yulang was tortured to the point of being reduced to a human form. He was trembling with fear, filled with hatred and fear, and asked in a trembling voice: "...why..."

Wuhua stood in front of him, her whole body seemed to be spotless. He held Jiang Yulang's chin, rotated the knife slowly and cruelly, and showed an elegant smile: "Don't say it."

If you love it, you want it to live forever; if you hate it, you want it to die forever.

The Nirvana Sutra says, "It cannot be said that it is not born, it cannot be said that it is born, it cannot be said that it is not born, it cannot be said that it is not born, it cannot be said that it is not born, it cannot be said that it is not born, it cannot be said that it is not born."

It can also be said that there is a reason.

Wan Zhanqiu is dead.

He woke up from his dream.

The author has something to say: Luo Feiyu: (Melancholy) 20,000 points between flowers, send warmth online...

Wuhua: 0 Pretend to get rich overnight but still keep smiling.

In the next life, he will drink and play, the big sister is a beggar

Let’s pass the time (please ask for alms)!!

Note: "The one who loves desires his life, the one who hates desires his death", adapted from "Shi Yuan Miao·Sixty-seven Poems No. 1".
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