Chapter 109: 109: villain demon (18)

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Seeing Xia Beibei throwing away millions of dollars, he didn't care about it, Feng Jiutian pouted: "I received the money first, but I didn't bring it with Feng Yandao's news file. When I sent the news back, I called The people in Tianxianglou send messages to you. "
Xia Beibei: ...
Seeing that a large stack of silver tickets were in Feng Jiutian's hands, Xia Beibei could only stare, feeling that he had pitted himself.
Very happy, I want to smoke people.
"Cough, then ... alright."
Thinking of Feng Jiutian's mysterious skill, Xia Beibei decided to endure.
"Lord Feng, do you think I can be regarded as a senior customer of your Tianxiang Building? Can you just send me some inside information! Well, you tell me what Chu Ran is, where is he?"
Xia Beibei thinks that the relationship between Feng Jiutian and Chu Ran is definitely not simple, and that the appearance of Chu Ran and Feng Jiutian that night, the two should be old acquaintances.
It's just that Xia Beibei racked his brains and couldn't think of such a person on the rivers and lakes!
Churan ...
Seeing that Xia Beibei was very interested in Chu Ran, Feng Jiutian couldn't help but smile slightly: "Why, you also want to soak him? Chu Ran ... but it's very expensive."
Xia Beibei: ...
joke! The old lady already has a sweetheart!
Even if he is expensive, it is not the tea of ​​the old lady.
Xia Beibei stared at Feng Jiutian: "If you don't want to say it, even if I don't know it yet!"
"Oh."
Feng Jiutian shrugged, stepped forward, and stood beside Xia Beibei, watching the morning mist disperse, and the fighting under the mountain has become more cruel.
"Ye Lan, do you believe in fate?"
A low male voice sounded, Feng Jiutian stared at the blood under the mountain, and asked in a low voice.
Life?
Xia Beibei stunned for a moment, the Lord Feng Feng was too far out of her mind, she couldn't keep up with the frequency.
Destiny is the most wonderful thing--
Just like Ye Lan and Le Zhengfeng.
Just like A Man and Feng Yan.
Everyone wants to get rid of their own destiny, but everyone's life is controlled and set, and no one can struggle.
No one in the story can control their own destiny.
Even if she knew that she was in the story of Xia Beibei, she deeply felt a feeling of powerlessness
She wanted to know Feng Yan's news, not for herself, but for Huyan.
She even thought that her task revolves around Le Zhengxi, so if she matches Huyan Epilepsy and Feng Yancao, will the task not be judged to fail?
Xia Beibei does have such an idea. She feels that every story world is turning around the protagonist, which is very unfair to others.
Hu Yan, in particular, made Xia Beibei feel distressed from the bottom of his heart.
She wants to change her destiny.
"I ... don't want to believe in fate, I want to change my destiny."
Xia Beibei whispered softly.
If you do n’t try, you will never know if you can do it.
Hearing her words, Feng Jiutian looked down: "Have you heard the story of Tianjimen?"
"Ok?"
Hearing Feng Jiutian's words, Xia Beibei froze for a moment. Tianji Gate is a very old martial art in Wulin of Central Plains, but it has long been submerged in the long river of history.
"There is an old man of heaven machine in Tianji Gate. He claims to be able to gain insight into all heaven machines! But it is because he foresaw the future and tried to change the future. As a result ... but the whole house was slaughtered."
Feng Jiutian gently turned sideways, his narrow eyes fixed on Xia Beibei's face: "People can do everything in their power to change their own destiny. This is called self-improvement! But remember, don't easily change the destiny of others. "
What others want, you can never really feel it.
No one in this world can completely feel the life of another person, even if your soul is attached to that person, everything you do is habitually interpreted with your own thinking, to survive……
Hearing Feng Jiutian's words, Xia Bei froze for a while.
She pondered thoughtfully for a moment and suddenly asked, "Feng Jiutian, what the are you ..."
Xia Beibei's words stopped halfway, because her body was now empty. Feng Jiutian had disappeared and disappeared without a trace.
Feng Jiutian ...
who are you?
Was the familiar breath at the moment just an illusion?

Because of the injury to Huyan Epilepsy last night, the morale of the blood-dressed disciples dropped a lot on the battlefield today. To encourage morale, Huyan Epilepsy joined the battlefield together with Xia Beibei, and the two men combined their swords to kill the Quartet immediately!
The people who watched the blood-clothed door became more and more brave, and the people of the Wulin League had to ask Feng Yancao to shoot again. At this time, in their eyes, Feng Yancao was like a of war, and it was simply unmatched!
After yesterday's battle, Feng Yancao did not shirk this time. With his participation, the people of the Wulin League were beaten like chicken blood, and their morale was immediately inspired.
In this way, the battle continued for another day and night, the reinforcements of the Wulin League had arrived, and the blood-clothed men were countless dead and wounded.
This is a martial arts dispute that has long been doomed.
Ever since ancient times, evil has always prevailed.
Hu Yanlun had long expected the destruction of the clothing door. She knew that no matter how strong she was, she could not be more powerful than the thousands of martial arts.
On the night of the third day, the whole door of blood clothing was a mess.
Many people died in battle, and some people simply fled in chaos.
"Alan."
Hu Yanxian called Xia Beibei to her room. She took off her mask and looked at Xia Beibei with a smile on her face: "Alan, the blood-clothed door cannot be kept. This day, after all, he came."
"Door Master ..."
Feeling indifferent and free and easy in Hu Yan's epilepsy tone, Xia Beibei's heart suddenly raised a bad hunch.
"Master, let Qingshan not shoot or firewood! Let's leave here together!"
Xia Beibei raised her hand and grabbed Hu Yan's palm, her hand was abnormally cold.
"Do not."
Hu Yanxian pulled out his hand: "I want to coexist with the blood-clothed door and die. In this way ... I finally live up to the expectations of my mother-in-law. As for you ... Alan, let's go!"
"No, I won't go! I want to be with you ... I ..."
Xia Beibei wanted to say something, but suddenly felt dazzled: "Master, you ..."
"Alan, you rest."
Hu Yan sighed and looked softly at Xia Beibei.
Over the years, Hu Yanfang has come to this day step by step with his own perseverance and mutual encouragement with A Lan.
She thought about the scene of the collapse of the clothing door again and again.
She was not afraid of death, but she was reluctant to die.
"Leave the clothing door incognito. Alan, you should have a better life, you ..."
Hu Yan's tone was slightly sobbing.
She knew that Alan placed her life and everything on the body of Xueyimen. She was willing to coexist and die with Xueyimen.
However, this should not be her life, she originally did not belong to martial arts.
That year, that winter, if the mother did not bring Alan back, Alan might be taken in by an ordinary couple, live the lives of ordinary people, get married and have children, and live a safe life.