Chapter 77: Trial Forest (1)

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Ning Xia looked at the bloody scene in front of her with a numb face. Is this kind of female supporting role really mindless? The sect strictly prohibits private fights between disciples. If Yuan Guifang's behavior was caught by the law enforcement team, even with the protection of True Lord Wenhui, he would have to shed a layer of his skin.

It was also her good luck that the law enforcement team did not notice what was going on here, so she could still squint at people here with arrogance.

Sometimes Ning Xiaoxia really sympathizes with her true brother who is both talented and virtuous, the ideal husband that female cultivators dream of, but he meets the crazy and paranoid Yuan Guifang. Later on, he was caught between Wang Jingxuan and Yuan Guifang, and was tortured so much that his life was considered bad.

At first, she thought that her real brother was a man who had changed his mind. Even though Wang Jingxuan called her fiancée a country bumpkin, she shouldn't dislike her future wife so much. But now it seems that Yuan Guifang is really somewhat responsible. By messing around like this, she has to throw away a good marriage!

However, Ning Xiaoxia doesn't think what Brother Zhen did in the book is right. Since the fiancée is not suitable and the relationship is not harmonious, the engagement should be formally terminated and both parties should be free. But he looked forward and backward, dragging down the marriage of the two girls in vain, and even made them turn against each other.

The ending of course is that the bad girl Yuan Guifang, who is "loved to hear and see", has her career ruined. Wang Jingxuan and Lin Pingzhen talk to each other. It would be a perfect ending, if Wang Jingxuan was not the heroine.

Because Wang Jingxuan, the heroine, did not stay with Zhen Ge in the end. She gave up Lin Pingzhen, who was tied to the position of leader, for a broader future, leaving him alone in the southeastern border, missing her and growing lonely. , until she was killed by her enemies. He is simply a model of a very bitter male supporting role!

Therefore, to Lin Pingzhen, Yuan Guifang and Wang Jingxuan are no different. This was something that was said later, and it just flashed through Ningxia's mind quickly, leaving no trace.

Ning Xiaoxia's attention was still focused on the two women competing against each other.

"Junior Sister Yuan, I advise you to stop. In this world, you don't just rely on your status to do whatever you want. Maybe I can't fix you now, but there will always be someone who will make you pay the price." Huang Wanwan persuaded her patiently. He lost his patience, and his anger from being almost beaten was suddenly aroused.

She no longer wanted to endure it, so what about the disciples of True Lord Wenhui? Is he just a loser who uses up all his resources to reach the second level of Qi training? Is he worthy of showing off his power in front of her?

"You don't need to worry about this! Little bitch, be careful not to go back." Yuan Guifang failed to succeed in her sneak attack, so she had no chance to attack again. After all, it is impossible for her to be a second-level Qi practitioner who can fight against Lian Guifang. Huang Wanwan is in the fourth level of Qi.

Ningxia watched the excitement for a while and felt a little strange in her heart. There seemed to be something wrong with Yuan Guifang today? Is it too calm? !

That's right! Just calm down. When Ning Xia met this girl from the same village before, she was either looking for trouble or bullying her. She looked hysterical and fearful of others. You just stretched out your hand and then gave up like this. Did you take the wrong medicine?

Ning Xia huddled aside boredly and watched them, silently praying that Lin Pingzhen would come quickly to clean up his rotten peach blossoms. It was business!

"Fang'er?!" Look, some characters always appear after the incident. Ningxia silently complained when she heard the familiar voice of inquiry.

Brother Zhen, how many rounds has it been before you come?

Lin Pingzhen will be a little angry now. A willful girl, haven't you given up yet? He could almost conclude that his little fiancée must be here to cause trouble. When he saw the faces of the disciples around him clearly, he quickly came up with the general story of what happened.

He walked towards Yuan Guifang with a straight face, but the troublemaker did not show any signs of guilt. Instead, he glanced at Huang Wanwan with pride.

The unruly girl put away her aggressive expression and faced her fiancé with a soft face. Still in full view of everyone, she touched Huang Wanwan's shoulder hard, and then rushed towards Lin Pingzhen happily.

Lin Pingzhen frowned when he saw this, and looked apologetically at the young man behind Huang Wanwan. His face was very ugly.

"You..." Lin Pingzhen was interrupted by his fiancée just as he was about to scold him.

"I'm here to deliver something. This is the sachet embroidered for you. If you don't want me to follow you, you have to accept my wishes. Not much else to say. The master asked me to go back early. I'll take my leave now. I wish you good luck in martial arts. Changlong, brother Pingzhen." As soon as he finished speaking, the girl disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if she had never appeared just now.

She said that Yuan Guifang was abnormally tight today. The girl who had always been like a dog-skin plaster in love ran away in a hurry - abandoning her Ping Zhen brother? Could it be that this is a fake Yuan Guifang?

Lin Pingzhen, who was always the one being pestered, was even more dumbfounded. What was Fang'er... doing?

The troublemakers came and went like a storm, leaving in chaos. In desperation, Lin Pingzhen had no choice but to apologize to the "victim" on behalf of his reckless fiancée, and everyone present silently wiped away his sad tears.

After dealing with the beginning and end of the series of farce, Lin Pingzhen had time to take a look at the sachet that was stuffed into his hand. His expression softened a little, and he stuffed it into his clothes.