His anger disappeared immediately, Wu Ming's eyes turned black and he fell to the ground with his back.

The long sword was placed next to the table, and the plain skirt was covered with spots of mud. The woman wrapped her face with a handkerchief, looking like she was walking rushing all night.

"You...I..." Wu Ming remembered that, at that time, the clay sculptures threw the two of them away from each other, but the clay sculptures led him to the east! How could she still chase after them that night?

But she didn't know how good the woman was. She broke through the clay sculpture's palm halfway and was not thrown away. Speaking of which, she arrived at the ancient city earlier than Wu Ming, and at that time he was still sleeping soundly at the home of Zhong.

Without finding clues in the city, she joined the Longshang Inn. As soon as she finished her injury after using her qigong to heal her, she saw Wu Ming eating Haisai as if no one was around, without any precautions.

The woman was angry and laughed, throwing chopsticks casually and knocking him to the ground.

The back of his head was numb and painful, and the warm plasma was soaked in his hair bun and flowed through his neck. Wu Ming didn't care to wipe it, and his eyes stared at the woman's empty palm, for fear that one of them would not answer well and would be stabbed by her sword again.

Blood is small, but life is big. Previously, Bi Fang said that the centrifugal meridian is only three inches! Damn, I really don’t know if my hand would tremble after rushing all night and kill him!

"Why did this female hero know this little brother, but why did she plot against him?" I don't know what her mind was, but someone really stood up to upset Wu Ming.

The indigenous people of the ancient city had long since disappeared, and the rest were all people from the world who were so good. Seeing that there was a lot of fun, they gathered together.

"What do you have to do with you?" The woman didn't even look at him.

"The so-called world is full of ours. Once we enter the world for years, we should be warm in our hearts when we walk this way together! Do we have to yell at this time before anyone can help us?"

"Okay!" The man said passionately, and his upright posture was indeed a bit of a heroic spirit. Everyone applauded.

Wu Ming was even more full of blood and energy, his fists were clenched, and tears faintly appeared in the corners of his eyes. ‘Damn, this is the world!’

The woman smiled dismissively, "You want to stand out for this chamber pot?"

The man was stunned and suddenly thought of something. He suddenly disappeared with a passionate expression, "Can you..."

Seeing the woman nodding, the big man shuddered violently and rushed to Wu Ming, who was staring at him with admiration, turned his head hard: "Ahhhh--"

Bar!

A mouthful of thick phlegm was as fast as a locust, hit Wu Ming's forehead and knocked him to the ground.

Wu Ming was dizzy and before he could come back to his senses, he spitted down his face.

"This female hero, I'm quarreling for a long time, just for a room pot! Damn, I'm really a ghost who has been hitting a ghost for eight lifetimes!"

"Fuck, no wonder the room smells of urine, I said I've changed my pants."

"Let's go! Brothers and others are hurrying to pay homage to the Landlord, don't be affected by this pissing product!"

"Eating steamed buns makes me choke, it makes me feel uncomfortable when I put it in the future!"

It would be fine if you look like you were stepping on shit, but you would have to spit a few more before leaving. Although there was no punching or kicking, it still hurts Wu Ming very much.

Curled up, Wu Ming felt a burning pain in his heart.

Fantianmen, the dog-fork Fantianmen! My master knew that the old guy was not kind!

Perhaps because of a little guilty, the woman was stunned and raised her hand to throw a bottle of golden sore medicine to Wu Ming. When she spoke again, her tone became much gentler, "Put it on yourself, I'm just a little angry."

I don’t know if it was buried by clay sculptures, but Wu Ming’s skin became much thicker. The bleeding wound on his head had now scabbed.

"No!" Wu Minggang opened his head in a coquettish manner, and his tone immediately lowered, "Uh... it's okay, I just got a little bit of skin."

"Look at whether you will run away next time." The woman was not angry either, and walked over gently, regardless of Wu Ming's filth, and helped him apply medicine for the wound.

Smelling the faint fragrance behind him, Wu Ming's nose felt sour, "What happened to them in the Fantianmen? They had to treat me like this."

"There are no more people in the Fantianmen, and even many of them may not be able to afford Fantianmen in their lives. But, this is how people are, and what most people recognize is justified. One says, ten says, one says, one says, one says, one says, one says, one says, one says, one says, one says... Before we knew it, Fantianmen became what they are today."

Wu Ming had nothing to say.

"Do you know how to practice the martial arts of Fantianmen?"

"You want to seek revenge on them?" the woman said in a word.

"Isn't it possible? Oh, I can't get it back if they are only allowed to bully me?" Wu Ming couldn't help but louder his voice.

"The same is true. You can kill one, ten, and one hundred, but can you kill everyone in the world?" The woman stood up.

Wu Ming's blood that had just risen immediately dissipated, and his empty heart was soon filled with a sense of powerlessness.

"I'll just endure it." The woman said last.

"Are you comforting me? It turns out that the person being humiliated is not you." Wu Ming argued angrily.

"Do you know your master?" The woman suddenly changed the topic.

"I don't know. I know he is a complete liar." Wu Ming was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he thought of the old face covered by linen.

The woman murmured: "Thirty years ago, he was called Yu Gongzi by people in the world. It is the Mu of Qian Mu in the eight extremes of the world, "Taihao Lingtian, Yumu Zhonglan".

"Qian Mu, it turns out that his name is Mu, not Mo." It sounds like his name is quite handsome.

"I was wearing a Confucian shirt and holding a Mu Yuchen fan. I took a single horse and took a series of seventy-two series of Dongting waterways, killing countless bandits, but I still had white clothes like snow!"

"Is he a master?"

"Sky-level peak!"

"Terror through the ninety-nine levels of disaster?" Wu Ming was shocked.

"I think this is the only way." The woman did not answer positively.

"Then why did he enter the Fantian Gate?" The master who was so handsome that he couldn't help but admire him shouldn't be a Fantian disciple.

"For a woman." The woman sighed, and the words added a slight elusive meaning.

"For whom?"

"Li Qingyun."

"The floating life suddenly looks like a dream, three thousand worries. The mist among the eight extremes - the aphorism left by Master Wuyin of Dongtu Zen when he saw Li Qingyun."

After hearing this, Wu Ming suddenly realized that he didn't have to think about what the plot was:

"Fairy, this Li Qingyun is so beautiful that even the old monk can't help but jump out and praise her. You can imagine what kind of ** my master will meet her. Mars hit the earth..." Wu Ming's thoughts were quick, "In the foreseeable future, Li Qingyun must have encountered a great crisis, so my master was willing to give up everything and devote himself to the Fengtian Gate. Thousands of people spit on them, and thousands of people scolded them. What can the Fengtian Gate have? It is obviously able to protect people's souls and reincarnation..."

The woman was listening quietly, but Wu Ming suddenly raised his head, "Fairy, has this Li Qingyun been caught by the thunder...?"
Chapter completed!