Wang Ling was in a daze for a while, and his thoughts were carried away to the sky. If Chen Lin hadn't been beside him and pulled his sleeves, he wouldn't have been able to come back to his senses for a while.

Wang Ling gradually turned his attention to Fu Linbo, and his mountaineering eyes opened slightly. In the blink of an eye, Fu Linbo suddenly felt overwhelming pressure.

At the peak of the Martial God Realm, he has reached the Mountaineering Realm halfway, and he can already feel the faint power of rules in the air, so the pressure he feels now is far greater than what Chen Lin and several followers of the Chen family would have experienced.

Deeper.

"Your Majesty!?" Fu Linbo said in panic.

In just a short moment, Fu Linbo felt death coming several times, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat. He was not a flower in the Martial God Realm raised in the greenhouse. He had a lot of competition among his peers. He was also a strong man who fought out from the crowd.

But when facing others, even when facing the anger of the ancestors of the clan, he was far less nervous than he is now.

When Wang Ling released his mountaineering eyes, an emotional force that naturally spread from the depths of his consciousness instantly invaded the rooftop of Fu Linbo's brain.

Almost at the same time, the pupils of his eyes instantly lost their sparkle, and his whole person was silent as if he had lost all vitality, but his adrenaline was secreting rapidly.

In his visualization, he seemed to have sunk into a big world, in which there were humanoid figures wearing different masks, with emotional expressions instantly reproduced with black pen and black edges on the masks.

Sluggish, angry, laughing, silent, calm, funny.

Fu Linbo stood in the center of the world, and people around him were like a revolving lantern, walking by in all shapes and sizes, including old people, children, young people, men and women.

Until he met a person and collided head-on with him. Under the mask with a strange smile, he seemed to see an expressionless Wang Ling, and a dagger suddenly penetrated his left chest.

"Tick tock..."

Blood! Blood! Thick red and extremely bright blood!

"Heh...heh...whoops..." Fu Linbo breathed rapidly until he could no longer feel the blood flow in his body and gradually became cold.

When I opened my closed eyes again, the world suddenly changed color!

He seemed to have returned to his childhood, once again being held in his mother's arms and being nurtured quietly. He was wrapped in layers of linen clothes. At night, listening to his mother whispering in his ear, he showed his innocence.

A bright smile.

In the blink of an eye, he has grown up a few years. He is dressed in the clothes of a schoolboy, carrying a schoolbag made of green bamboo, filled with books, and with a tired look on his face, he is following a young master in luxurious clothes and holding a folding fan.

.

This day seemed to be the Double Ninth Festival, and I saw a dogwood stick stuck in Young Master Huagui's head, and because he was walking slowly, what awaited him was Young Master Huagui's endless scolding.

After going up the mountain, when the young master was tired, he finally found a place to rest under a tree. He carefully took out a bamboo kettle from his trouser pocket and poured water into his mouth. He was so tired that he wanted to close his eyes and take a nap.

meeting.

The wind was moving! The mountain wind had picked up, blowing his sleeves, and when he opened his eyes again, he was in a brand new place.

"Drink! Drink! Drink!"

The martial arts arena was crowded with people. The instructor stood on a high platform, with his fists roaring and his horse walking steadily. He raised his elbows and arms and took a sudden step forward. The wooden dummy for the performance was directly broken into two sections.

"Bang!"

Among the hundreds of people under the high platform, together with him, they were doing the same actions as the instructors on the high platform. It seemed that their task today was to smash the wooden stakes in front of them like the instructors on the high platform.

The sun was high, and I was sweating. There were a few swollen spots on my body due to the impact of the wooden stakes, and several small sharp wooden thorns penetrated into the ends of my elbows and arms, causing a sore and numb pain in my flesh.

At the end of the day's training, in the evening, the companions were fighting with each other to apply medicine. The strong smell of men's sweat was everywhere in the Datong shop. Some people expressed their indignation at the poisonous gas released by someone taking off his shoes. In the evening, another hospital

Here, the usual fights and one-on-one incidents occurred.

The day passed and he fell asleep quietly with a smile on his face.

When he opened his eyes again, the world changed again. In front of him was the interior of a luxuriously furnished attic. The masonry floor inside was covered with a layer of fine velvet and embroidery techniques.

Pictures of mountains and rivers, dragons and phoenixes.

There was a young man in front of him, dressed luxuriously, with his legs crossed and a look of care on his face, leaning on a bench carved from boxwood.

"Lin Bo, you are the number one in this family division competition. Master Fu Qi has thought that you have been his schoolmate since childhood. He is willing to give you a chance. Kneel down and kowtow three times to worship Master Fu as the master. I will protect you."

From now on you will be well clothed and well fed, and you will be rich and prosperous."

Master Fu Qi had no one in sight. He held a luminous pearl in his hand and played with it carefully. He didn't even look at him the whole time.

"Children of a separate family, haha, isn't it the dog raised by the master's family? You should be grateful that you have the meager blood of the Fu family. Since the master can give you a bite to eat, he can kill the dog and eat a meal of dog meat when he is angry. Liu

Second Butler, are you right?"

"Click!"

The luminous pearl in Mr. Fu Qi's hand had cracks of varying lengths. With the powerful power of the Martial Saint realm, if he exerted more force, the luminous pearl in his hand would turn into powder.

After struggling with his expression, he bent his knees, slowly lowered his head towards the dandy boy, and knocked it heavily on the ground.

"Hahahaha, good dog, reward!" Mr. Fu Qi laughed loudly, and the broken night pearl in his hand rolled from the edge of the bench to his feet.

He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, held Ye Mingzhu tightly, raised his head, and forced a smile.

"Thank you master for the reward!"

Waiting for Young Master Fu Qi to get up from the bench and leave the room in boredom, he closed his eyes slightly and exhaled a long breath. At this moment, a salty teardrop seemed to fall from the corner of his eye.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene changed again.

In the wilderness, the crescent moon hung high, and the night was dazzling. The light rain fell sparsely from the sky, and fell to the ground in drops. The leaves were pressed down and then bounced up. The cold wind blew on him, and he seemed not to feel the cold.

He raised his left hand and touched his cheek in confusion. It was hard to tell whether it was tears or rain.

He was holding a woman in his right hand, and there was an obvious scar on his lower abdomen, as if she had been disemboweled.

The woman was left in the wild, and her body still had this trace of warmth.

The woman looked at him with eyes full of love.

"Don't take revenge. You are no match for Fu Qi. I'm afraid I'll see you soon after I leave. My biggest wish is that you live well."

He was confused. This scene seemed to be the deepest part of his memory and the place he least wanted to find out. It seemed that he had forgotten it after a long time, or he didn't want to remember it anymore.

I heard a familiar voice coming from behind me, Butler Liu?

"Lin Bo, I treat you as a friend, and I want to tell you the truth. Don't think that you can bite your master if you are in the Martial God realm. Sooner or later, the things that Mr. Fu Qi likes will belong to Mr. Fu Qi. What the young master can't get, let the dog
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