"I am... a big idiot, I... am not smart," Su Wan'er burst into tears, "I have no talent, I am a useless waste, I am not worthy of being your natal pet, I am not worthy, I..."
Ye Feng suddenly reached out and touched Su Waner's head, interrupting her presumption. Although this is a bit rude, the fox in front of me is going to be her natural pet in the future, so touching her a few times now is not taking advantage of her. And to be precise, Amelia Su took a huge advantage. You must know that Su Wan'er is receiving the blessing of the first series of supreme demon kings at this moment. Those who are blessed by the devil will be blessed by the will of the entire devil world. The demon world and the demon world share the same origin. In other words, she has also received the blessing of the demon world's will.
Ye Feng said calmly and gently: "You know, that's not what I meant."
Ye Feng paused and continued: "That's good for you. If someone sees what you just did and doesn't even frown, I will be extremely disgusted and teach her a lesson."
So this is the reason why Ye Feng doesn't want to see Tushan Xinyue, so that's why he wants to drive her away.
Su Waner looked at Ye Feng through her tearful eyes and cried: "You idiot, what do you hate? What do you want to teach you? Aren't you just here with a calm face now?"
Ye Feng was still smiling, but his eyes were much darker, and he said, "Yes, so, the person I hate most in the world is myself."
"But, Wan'er, you, a big idiot, are willing to be the natal pet of a person like me. I am really lucky and happy, really."
Su Waner turned around and slowly raised her head, put down her hands covering her face in an attempt to stop her tears, and looked at Ye Feng with a pair of watery tearful eyes for a long time. Suddenly the tears flowed down again like a dam bursting. Su Wan'er threw herself into Ye Feng's arms. This time she really couldn't bear it anymore, and she couldn't suppress it anymore. Maybe in Ye Feng's arms, she no longer needed to be patient or suppressed, and could feel free to be bold. Have a cry.
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After the Institute of Mortal Immortal Culture issued the announcement about unlocking the secret realm and exploring the Lock of Heaven, as time passed slowly, the incident also slowly fermented. The institute's announcement was issued on the first day of December at the end of the year. Since then, there have been gradually more strangers near the village in the secret area of southern Xinjiang in South China. It was supposed to be the fifth day before we could try the so-called "adventure entry." Some people had already tried to enter on the third day, but as expected, they all died without a burial place. But after all, those are the very few people who are driven crazy and lose their minds. Most people still wait for the fifth day before trying again.
But none of them thought that the fate on the fifth day would still be the same. Perhaps their fate had already been decided the moment they were called by their respective ancestors. After all, it was their ancestor who wanted to kill them. Even if it wasn't this time, there would be another opportunity next time.
When the bright red blood flowed from the corpse that had begun to stiffen but still had some body temperature, it flowed through the earth and slowly penetrated into the ground. At this moment, white goose feather-like floc began to slowly float down from the sky, melting into the blood that was about to become cold.
. . .
ah! It turned out to be snowing.
. . .
On the morning of the fifth day of the 10-day period, white snowflakes fell in the air, dancing lightly, like countless white elves dancing, falling on the earth, forming a white world. There seems to be a mysterious force guiding their trajectory.
The originally familiar streets of Kyoto have become strange and mysterious. It seems like the mottled and beautiful traces left behind when traveling through this winter wonderland.
Pedestrians hurriedly passed by on the road, stepping on the snowflakes and making a "crunching" sound. Walking on the road, stepping on the soft and moist snow. Every step will leave a shallow footprint, leaving its own unique traces in the white world. The children were playing excitedly, playing in the snowdrifts, making snowmen, throwing snowballs... They didn't know that these activities would make them feel the purest, happiest and happiest moments in winter.
As the vehicle drove on the road, it splashed up waves of snow, shining dazzlingly in the sun. Some snowflakes fell on the cars parked on the roadside, as if they were putting a warm hat on the car, but fortunately they were not cuckolds.
Trees and buildings were also covered with a thick white quilt by the flying snow. The branches were covered with white frost and bent down, as if they were works of art left by the elves. The roof was also covered with a thick layer of snow, and there was a "creak" sound from time to time. Sometimes, because the snow layer is piled too high, it slides down along the eaves. I wonder how many people are unlucky?
. . .
At this moment, in the school grounds of Ye Mansion, Ren Xiaojin was wearing a red and white half-and-half leather tight skirt, holding a six-foot spear, standing at one end of the school grounds, and at the other end of the school grounds, Ye Feng was standing there holding a spear. . But when you look carefully, it is not difficult to find that the gun Ye Feng is holding is a very rare double-headed gun among traditional weapons. This gun is also known as the double-headed snake and the Yin pistol. The double-ended gun has two flexible ends. Coupled with the Yin hand grip, it is easy to attack and defend.
Ye Feng stood there on pins and needles, with cold sweat on his face. Although it was already the end of the winter solstice and the weather was already very cold, the situation Ye Feng faced at this moment really made him feel chilly.
Ye Feng forced out a smile and said, "Jin'er, what on earth did I do again?"
Ren Xiaojin said angrily: "Don't you know where you went wrong?"
Ye Feng shook his head quickly, shaking his head like a rattle. This is no nonsense. I have not done anything and I will be beaten in vain. Who can bear this?
"This is what you did wrong. You didn't even know you were wrong about what you did!" Ren Xiaojin said
Damn it, the green grassland in Ye Feng's heart at this moment felt like it was being trampled by thousands of grass and mud horses, and it wasn't over yet. Those grass and mud horses were also hit by five thunders, and they were all stunned on the grassland, a feeling of thunder and thunder.
So Ye Feng said anxiously: "Even if you want me to die, you have to let me die clearly."
Ren Xiaojin said: "Did you make sister Wan'er cry the day before yesterday? She cried so sadly that when she came back she told me that it was all because of you."
"..." Ye Feng was speechless. This person really felt like he was walking on the road and saw an old man lying on the ground. He kindly tried to help him, but was blackmailed. There are only two words to describe the feeling at this moment - holy shit! !
It’s all good intentions that go unrewarded!
"Su——wan——er!" Ye Feng shouted coldly.
"Old man, what's the matter?" In a pavilion far away from the school ground, the person who slandered the good guy was sitting on the Taishi chair, talking and laughing with Qingni, Yingying and others. After hearing Ye Feng call her name, Su Waner looked at Ye Feng with disdain, made a face at him, and stopped looking at him.
