Reborn as a thief and a husband

Chapter 81

When he was approaching, one of them hurriedly yelled: "Stinky boy, why did you come out!"

These two are not Qing Kong and Lu Yao, but Master and Senior Xiao? !

Nanfeng ran over in three or two steps, and seeing Mudan's weak complexion and pale face, he couldn't help worrying: "Master, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

Senior Xiao supported his master's shoulders, heard the words and answered for him: "He just recovered from a serious injury. After the martial arts conference, both he and Lu Ziye were seriously injured, but Lu Ziye..."

Nanfeng's heart skipped a beat, and he sank infinitely.

"Lu... What's wrong with Lu Ziye?" He asked, his voice trembling.

Mudan sighed, took his hand and patted it, and after thinking for a while, said: "Don't blame yourself, it's all the teacher's fault, you didn't protect your apprentice well, Nanfeng, go back, go back and see him for the last time one side."

"What... Master, what are you talking about, why can't I understand..." Nan Feng said to himself blankly, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

[111] Those who mess with my heart

"He's dead, and now the body is placed in the barrier, don't you understand?" Senior Xiao's cold and clear tone smashed his thoughts of thinking all this was a dream or just a joke from the master.

Mudan glared at the outspoken Xiao Yong, then looked at Nanfeng worriedly.

"Okay... I see, I'll go back right away."

Something churned and turbulent at the mouth of the left heart, and Nanfeng hurriedly walked a long way before he dared to let the hard-to-swallow blood ooze out of the corner of his mouth.

The demon power still hadn't recovered, he raised his sleeve viciously, wiped his mouth, and ran wildly.

The wind whistled past his ears, and he held his breath in his chest, which was suffocating, but he still ran faster and faster, the corners of his clothes fluttered, and he was almost about to fly.

Fortunately, the Fairy Holy Land is not too far from Xiangyang City.

I don't know how many days and nights he ran before the familiar log cabin appeared in his vision. As soon as he stopped, his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up, and he fell to the ground. His whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and his lungs were overloaded. It was so painful that it almost burst.

Nanfeng wanted to cry, but he showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

Senior brother, are you embarrassed to lose?

Eldest brother, do you have the nerve to come back and see me like this! ! !

He tried his best to move, but his hands and feet couldn't be controlled.

Senior Xiao had already rushed back with Mudan, and saw Nanfeng also arriving from the open door at this time, Mudan hurriedly walked out from the back room and helped Nanfeng up from the ground.

Both legs were cramping uncontrollably, most of Nanfeng's weight was on the master, and he walked with the master step by step until he reached the door.

"He's inside, Nanfeng. If you want to see him, the master will take you in. If you don't want to see him, then the master will not force you. I will handle his funeral affairs by myself."

To see or not to see?

What's the difference...

There are no tight cheeks to pinch, no thin but warm chest to rely on, no few words to listen to but can touch his heartstrings, and there is only a cold, expressionless corpse left.

"No... I'm gone." Nanfeng struggled to break free from his support, staggered and swung his sore legs, and left the place where he had always regarded as a writer as if fleeing.

"Nanfeng, where are you going!" Peony called him from behind.

"Let him go and be quiet for a while." Senior Xiao's voice sounded afterward, presumably holding back his master who was about to chase him.

If, if he glanced back at this time, even just one glance.

Maybe you can see that instant cruel sneer on Master's face.

Unfortunately, he didn't look back.

The man died... vanished from this world... never to be seen again.

This idea has been going around in my head, shaking my head to deny it, and constantly forcing myself to recognize the reality.

The sun was so warm that it made him shiver when it shone on his body.

After walking in a daze for a long time, the brilliant daylight gradually dimmed, and another night came.

He couldn't move anymore. In front of him was the gate of a city. There were two soldiers guarding the city dangling at the gate. When he saw him, one of them said impatiently: "Hurry up if you want to enter the city, we will close the gate soon." The city gate is closed!"

city?Which city is this?

Before he could figure it out, the soldier dragged him in, pushed him roughly, and then, the heavy city gate slowly closed with a deep, low sound.

In front of you is a bluestone road leading to the unknown. The road is so wide that two carriages can pass side by side at the same time. There are rows of houses with green bricks and green tiles on the side of the road. leaf.

As soon as the wind blows, the leaves fall, and follow the wind's trajectory, spinning and floating in mid-air.

Nanfeng suddenly felt that the scenery in front of him was very suitable for his current state of mind.

The soldiers went home together to eat and climbed the hot kang. The street was very quiet, only the north wind whistling in my ears.

He stood still, not knowing what to do, nor wanting to do anything.

A sound of chaotic footsteps awakened his gradually drowsy consciousness.

After shaking his body, Nan Feng subconsciously opened his eyes and looked up.

The windy young man approached him.

A big mouthful of white air spewed out from the young man's mouth. He ran so fast that even the clothes that should have been luxurious and neat were crooked. His long hair was tangled and flying behind him. His heavy breathing almost drowned out the whistling. the wind.

The gray sky blurred the boy's facial features. In the blink of an eye, the boy who was rushing seemed to be about to hit him. Before the numbness in Nan Feng's eyes dissipated, he saw a flying knife with a cold light coming from behind the boy. Spinning and flying fast!

Seeing that the flying knife was about to sink into the boy's body, the boy was still running desperately without realizing it.

At the very moment, Nan Feng raised his hand to hold the flying knife, the spinning sharp blade suddenly encountered resistance, cut the skin immediately, and sank deeply into the flesh in the palm of his hand.

Sensing the danger somewhere, the young man turned his head quickly, but what he saw was a man with an arm raised flat, with plain white clenched fists, snake-like blood coagulating and dripping from between his fingers.

"Ah!" The young man screamed, ignoring the chasing wolves, tigers and leopards, he strode over and pulled Nan Feng to continue running.

But before Nanfeng touched his sleeve, the other hand grabbed the wrist of a big man who was slashing towards him with a big knife. With a clever twist, the crackling sound of bone dislocation was accompanied by the big man's pain. Called into the eardrum together.

With the weapon in hand, the grief that had nowhere to vent finally found an outlet.

The young man was protected by him, and the friction between the sword and different weapons produced dazzling sparks.

"Where the hell did the wild boy come to disrupt the situation, brothers, let's go together!"

After the rough and angry screams, the men chasing and killing the young man came more fiercely, but the expression on Nan Feng's face remained the same, cold as ice, calm and calm, the raised black silk was mixed with the blood-red ribbon, showing a childish face Added a bit of frightening coldness and hostility.

The boy looked a little dumbfounded.

In the melee of ping-pong-pong, Nan Feng also suffered many injuries to protect him, but it seemed that the injuries were not on his body, without even frowning, he killed back with even more thunderous momentum.

Those who rush are afraid of being stunned, those who are stunned are afraid of being violent, and those who are violent are afraid of dying.

And Nanfeng is the one who doesn't want to die.

"Young hero, spare your life! Great man, spare your life! Grandpa, spare your life! The little one won't dare anymore!" The one who didn't fall in the end knelt down and kowtowed to Nanfeng. He left his companion behind and ran away.

Stepping on the stunned and painful screaming people, Nanfeng threw the knife and walked back, thinking of spending the night under the city gate.

The young man breathed evenly, and followed Nan Feng step by step. Seeing that his hands, back, shoulders, and legs were almost covered with blood, he whispered worriedly behind him: "This...young hero, thank you very much. For your life-saving grace, let me help you with these injuries."

"No need." Nan Feng's voice was hoarse, and now he was exhausted even from grief, he just wanted to close his eyes and have a good sleep without thinking about anything.

[112] Fang Fengjun at the time of flower fall

But the young man felt that these injuries were all caused by himself, so he quickened his pace and ran in front of Nanfeng, patted his chest and said, "I'm very good at bandaging wounds! You bleed a lot in some places." Just looking at it like this, he I feel that my scalp is numb and numb.

"I said, no need." Nan Feng pushed him away, ignored his kindness, walked to the gate and sat down, leaned against the gate and closed his eyes.

"Hey! You're very unreasonable! I'm doing it for your own good! Get up!" The young man, who was too lazy to be polite to him, couldn't hold back his temper once he got up, went through his armpit and pulled him up. , I want to deal with the wound on his back first, the flesh can be seen through the clothes!

!!!

In an instant, there was an extra hand on his neck. The strength was so great that the young man who didn't know any martial arts couldn't help but roll his eyes. A person with a delicate face covered with tears at some point.

"Are you crying? It hurts." The young man thought he was crying in pain, and coaxed, "I...cough cough, wrap it up for you and it won't hurt."

Nan Feng wanted to say something more, but a thick black mist covered his vision, and then he fell down.

There is a mountain outside Hunchun City, and at the foot of the mountain is the Temple of the God of Wealth. In the Temple of the God of Wealth, there are a few little beggars who steal tributes to eat.

At this time, the little beggars were forming a group, looking curiously at the unknown visitor covered in blood.

"Brother Qiao, it's so late, the city gate must be closed, you didn't come out of the dog hole next to the city gate again, puff..." The youngest girl next to the boy said while covering her mouth Laughing, with a sweet voice, with two long braids.

"Yeah," was