"It's really interesting to look at me. I remember how you did it when I begged you to stay with me. You chose to leave me heartlessly. Why do you think of coming to see me now?" Lu Xiangxiang's expression suddenly turned cold, and her tone It also became stiff.
Fan Wenzhuo's face twitched several times, and he said with a wry smile: "Xiangxiang...it's been so long, and you still hate me." A hundred years ago, Fan Wenzhuo and Lu Xiangxiang were a couple, but Lu Xiangxiang was the ** in life. Jealous, as long as she saw Fan Wenzhuo talking to other women, Lu Xiangxiang would get angry and scold Fan Wenzhuo for being a wolf. As time went by, Fan Wenzhuo couldn't stand it anymore. On a dark and windy night, Fan Wenzhuo left Lu Xiangxiang angrily. , Lu Xiangxiang was so sad that she almost committed suicide.
"Humph," Lu Xiangxiang snorted coldly: "Did you call me Xiangxiang?"
Fan Wenzhuo opened his mouth: "Well, I made a slip of the tongue just now... Fellow Daoist Lin, it's been so many years, so you shouldn't worry about it anymore..."
"I care, Fan Wenzhuo, do you know how deeply you hurt me back then?" Lu Xiangxiang said with a gloomy face.
"It's my fault, I'm sorry for you, I apologize to you," Fan Wenzhuo stood up and bowed to Lu Xiangxiang: "Fellow Daoist Lin, please forgive me."
Lu Xiangxiang sat on the chair and said nothing.
Seeing Lu Xiangxiang's indifferent expression, Fan Wenzhuo gritted his teeth, took out a dagger, and thrust it directly into his chest. "Pfft," blood suddenly surged out and penetrated the clothes on his chest in an instant.
Lu Xiangxiang was stunned: "You...what are you doing?"
Fan Wenzhuo did not use magic to stop the bleeding, and let the blood slowly drip onto the ground: "Xiangxiang... please forgive me. Since I left you, I miss you every day, which makes me become a demon. , there is no progress in cultivation... Xiangxiang, if you don't forgive me this time, I will... die in front of you..." As he spoke, Fan Wenzhuo stabbed himself in the abdomen again.
"You're crazy," Lu Xiangxiang raised her hand and pressed Fan Wenzhuo's wounds. Magic power flowed through, and Fan Wenzhuo's two wounds immediately healed with scars.
"Xiangxiang...I..." Fan Wenzhuo grabbed Lu Xiangxiang's little hand.
Lu Xiangxiang frowned and gently broke away from Fan Wenzhuo's hand: "Fan Wenzhuo, please respect yourself."
"I...I'm sorry, Xiangxiang, I didn't mean to offend you..." Fan Wenzhuo apologized hastily.
Lu Xiangxiang sat back on the chair, picked up a piece of fruit and took a bite: "Tell me, what happened when you came to me today... Don't say that you came here specifically to confess to me, I have been with you for a few times. After ten years, I know your temperament quite well. If you hadn’t encountered something embarrassing, you wouldn’t have come to me.”
Fan Wenzhuo showed an embarrassed expression on his face: "Xiangxiang...how can you say that to me..."
"If you don't tell me, I will leave," Lu Xiangxiang stood up and was about to leave.
"Hey, Xiangxiang..." Fan Wenzhuo hurriedly stopped Lu Xiangxiang: "Well...I really have some small things, small things, no matter how small..."
Lu Xiangxiang rolled her eyes at Fan Wenzhuo and sat back on the chair: "Tell me, what's the matter?"
Fan Wenzhuo chirped: "It's about Ouyang Xue..."
"What," Lu Xiangxiang's eyes suddenly widened: "You actually provoke Ouyang Xue, you don't want to live anymore,"
"No, no, no, I didn't provoke Ouyang Xue... Xiangxiang, listen to me carefully..." Fan Wenzhuo hurriedly explained: "This matter is all because of a guy named Lin San..."
"Lin San," Lu Xiangxiang was stunned, and a tall, handsome man came to mind. Last time he helped Ouyang Xue besiege Niu Shenguang in Niucheng, a handsome man was also present. This handsome man was Ouyang Xuedai. His name is Lin San. Although this Lin San is only in the early stage of Nascent Soul, he can use the lightning-inducing technique that has been lost for many years. Strictly speaking, Lu Xiangxiang, Ouyang Xue and others can defeat Niu Shenguang. Lin San has the greatest contribution.
"What's wrong? Have you heard of that Lin San?" Fan Wenzhuo asked in surprise.
Lu Xiangxiang nodded slightly: "I've met you once, go on."
"Oh, that Lin San is simply a madman. He first killed the leader of the Wuji Sect, Zu Qianshou, and then robbed the Shuiyun Sect's spiritual stone mine. Even the three elders of the Hunyuan Sect died at Lin San's hands. In... Wuji Sect, Shuiyun Sect and Hunyuan Sect issued a joint pursuit order: whoever can kill Lin San, the three sects will immediately pay tens of millions of mid-level spiritual stones and several powerful ancient treasures, but they did not expect... ..." Speaking of this, Fan Wenzhuo paused for a moment, and then continued: "Just when everyone was about to intercept and kill the madman Lin San, Ouyang Xue suddenly appeared and threatened that if anyone dared to touch a hair of Lin San, she would kill him. It was cut into eight pieces,"
"Giggle..." Lu Xiangxiang suddenly laughed.
"Why are you laughing?" Fan Wenzhuo was confused by Lu Xiangxiang.
Lu Xiangxiang reached out and brushed the loose hair in front of her forehead: "Lin San and Ouyang Xue are very close. If you pursue Lin San with great fanfare, Ouyang Xue will definitely stand up for Lin San. Please be honest now. As long as Ouyang Xue is here, no one can kill Lin San,"
Fan Wenzhuo smiled: "With Ouyang Xue here, we don't dare to hurt Lin San, but what if Ouyang Xue is not with Lin San?"
Lu Xiangxiang raised her beautiful eyebrows: "What do you want to do?"
Fan Wenzhuo took a step forward and said softly: "Xiangxiang, you and Ouyang Xue have known each other for many years, and their relationship must be quite deep. If you are in danger, I think Ouyang Xue will definitely come to rescue you."
"What do you mean, I don't understand," Lu Xiangxiang raised her head and looked at Fan Wenzhuo.
Fan Wenzhuo smiled and said: "My meaning is very simple. I hope you will come forward and transfer Ouyang Xue away from Lin San."
"Impossible," Lu Xiangxiang refused without thinking.
"Xiangxiang, don't refuse in a hurry. Listen to the terms I offer you." As he spoke, Fan Wenzhuo took out a storage bag and put it on the table: "There are a total of five million yuan in it. "Step Spirit Stone,"
Lu Xiangxiang smiled disdainfully: "Do you think I am short of spiritual stones now?" Now Lu Xiangxiang is the lord of Niucheng, and he really has a lot of wealth in his hands.
"These five million spirit stones are just a meeting gift. After the work is completed, you will get more rewards," although Lu Xiangxiang's tone was cold, Fan Wenzhuo was not angry at all.
"Oh, tell me what kind of reward you can give me," Lu Xiangxiang asked with a half-smile.
"Xiangxiang, do you know where Lin San is now," Fan Wenzhuo said suddenly.
Lu Xiangxiang frowned: "Where is Lin San now? What does it have to do with me?"