One thousand three hundred and eighty-five: The meeting between Li Wanrou and Liu Zifeng
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"Pooh!"
Li Wanrou spat, her body covered with wounds, she staggered a few steps, picked up the weapons on the corpse, and limped away.
This was the third group of pursuers she had killed.
Ever since he failed to steal the Zhenwu Sect's mental method, his whereabouts have been exposed. Li Wanrou has been being hunted by disciples of the Zhenwu Sect...
"Take a rest." She came to a bluestone, sat down against the stone, took out the wound medicine and applied it on herself.
Maybe it's God's will?
Not long after, rustling sounds suddenly sounded from behind the pile of rocks and weeds nearby.
"Who is it?" Li Wanrou was extremely vigilant. She immediately drew her weapon and shouted in the direction of the sound: "Come out, mother."
A brief moment of silence.
Then, a black shadow broke through the rocks and slashed at Li Wanrou with a knife. It was accompanied by a hoarse and excited voice: "Li Wanrou? It really is you. The sky has eyes. It took no effort at all."
Li Wanrou, on the other hand, looked confused, with a black question mark floating on her head.
Why is Liu Zifeng here?
Didn't he become the son of the devil's saint and reach heaven in one step?
Hearing that the Demon Cult in the Western Region suffered a disastrous defeat, shouldn't he run away and hide with the large army?
These questions are not the point. The point is why Liu Zifeng felt like he had taken a shot of gunpowder when he saw her, as if he had cut off his penis, and had such deep hatred?
Li Wanrou felt as if someone had taken the blame for something inexplicable. She resisted Liu Zifeng's violent attack and kept saying, "Liu Zifeng, please stop first. I think there is a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding? Suffer death!" Liu Zifeng sneered, his eyes becoming more murderous.
How did he survive being underground for so long?
Whenever Liu Zifeng thinks of this memory, his stomach will twitch.
Liu Zifeng didn't pay attention at first. Anyway, these tomb robbers brought dry food and fresh water with them. He thought that if he took a few pills, he would be able to return to the ground.
However, he later realized that what he thought was too simple.
First of all, rootless water, God knows when it will rain. Next, squeeze the corpse oil from the corpse. This step made him almost vomit out bile.
It was so pitiful, after he spent several days using the corpse of the tomb robber to squeeze out enough corpse oil and collected other materials.
When Liu Zifeng was confidently preparing to take the final step...
Who knows.
The earth fire under this alchemy furnace was sealed hundreds of years ago.
If it weren't for the special treatment from the protagonist, he would have re-opened the underground fire channel by chance and been able to light the alchemy furnace. He probably could only die trapped here.
Even so, he still didn't expect that the step of making alchemy would last so long.
As for the dry food, he had already eaten it all without knowing any restraint.
At first, Liu Zifeng could survive by relying on the rainwater collected in pots and pans. It was not until later, after he drank all the rainwater... that he finally realized what a desperate situation he was facing.
There was nothing to eat or drink.
He endured it at first, but finally couldn't bear it anymore. He had to cast his eyes to the fishy liquid in the corner where he had peeed into the jar.
...drink urine.
drink? Still not drinking?
In the end, in order to survive, Liu Zifeng gave up everything and, with a desperate mind,...
However, after he consumes all these things that he produces and sells himself. Liu Zifeng discovered that the elixir had not been refined yet...
What else can fill your stomach?
He was going crazy with hunger.
Suddenly, Liu Zifeng noticed the corpses on the ground, the corpses of those tomb robbers.
Eat...human...meat...
what to do?
Want to eat?
No, I can’t eat it. I’m also a human being. How could a human being...
Liu Zifeng muttered, yelled, and murmured randomly. He inserted his fingers into his messy hair and pulled his scalp painfully.
He felt a stinging pain like a needle, although Liu Zifeng kept denying it and trying to get rid of this terrible thought.
However, his body followed its instinct... and moved towards the corpse.
No matter, I'm starving to death, screw your morals, screw your bottom line, screw your fellow racers.
Live, I want to live.
at all costs.
Back to the present.
"Kill, kill her, kill this female cousin!"
Liu Zifeng's yellow and thin face, slightly protruding eyes, glowing with a creepy green light, extremely protruding cheek bones, and his constantly opening and closing mouth, made the whole face look like a broken blow box.
Trapped underground for so long, he broke all moral boundaries.
Alone, unable to vent.
Liu Zifeng has now fallen into a strange and terrifying state of excitement, and his mental state has reached the point of collapse.
He's going crazy.
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the other side.
The reputation of the Xiaoyao Sect in the world is similar to that of the Tang Sect in Sichuan. They are the kind of sect that does whatever they want and is both good and evil.
But the biggest difference between the two is that the Tang sect in Sichuan is famous all over the world for its ability to destroy hidden weapons and poison traps, which has frightened countless forces in the world.
Although their reputation is not very good, some decent people from well-known families really don't dare to confront Tang Clan head-on.
The Xiaoyao Sect is much worse in comparison. The reason why this second-rate force has always existed is not largely due to its strength, but... to a small number of people.
That's right.
There are few people and they are still poor.
Just like the level of strength - second rate.
The Xiaoyao sect has a very high standard for recruiting disciples, despite its lofty name. In fact, it is not very good in all aspects. It's the level of neither up nor down, a bastard paddling...
Of course, the main reason why this sect still exists is that the Xiaoyao sect has a superb body technique.
Seeing that the situation is not good, apply oil on the soles of your feet.
If you run fast and have few people in your sect, you will naturally be able to continue.
Yan Wang's purpose is to use this superb body technique.
"Who is here? Report to... senior brother? How did you become..."
"Let Chang Qingzi come out. I have something to talk to him about." Yan Huan looked around and found that this poor place was quite quiet, and there was no sign of a large number of people coming. Find Shuyuan www． ｚhaoshuyuａ.com
He thought that he had arrived a little early, and that the traitor from the Xiaoyao Sect had not arrived yet. But he was not in the mood to wait any longer...
"Who are you?" The boy's little face was suddenly filled with vigilance.
He felt that he had misunderstood something - these people were not the benefactors who saved his senior brother. Perhaps these people were responsible for his injuries.
The senior brother had taken Ziming and the others down the mountain for a trip before, saying he would be back after a while. However, within a few days, he was seriously injured and even his martial arts was disabled. There is no trace of Ziming and the others, maybe...
If these people are the murderers, they still have the confidence to carry their senior brother to the door this time. Is it because they are on the side of truth? Senior brother, what wrong did they do?
His thoughts were racing, and the expression on the boy's face changed again and again, becoming more and more ugly.
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