After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

Chapter 137 Bald chicken

Sanjin’s yard.

Small bridges and flowing water, pavilions and pavilions, everything seems patchy.

Cui Wang glanced at Zheng Wan. She stared at a cluster of moss by the Bihe Pond and didn’t want to turn her head.

He seemed to have discovered the seven kills, and nodded slightly:

“It turned out to be Lord Shaqi Dao.”

Seven Killers looked at Cui Wang with a weird look, to be precise, looked at the pure white butterfly wings on his forehead, and asked him:

“Daojun, where is my junior and sister?”

“Sister Daojun?”

Cui Wang said, “Sister Daojun, why did you ask me?”

Qisha stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled slightly.

He turned his body into a palm, stepped into the air, grabbed it and tore it to both sides, and then pulled out a person from the black gap in a moment—the person was like a puddle of mud, pulled out by him, supported by his strength. And fell to the ground.

Zheng Wan found out that the man was actually Mu Jiang.

It’s just that she doesn’t look very good right now, with her forehead hair wet against her cheeks, describing her embarrassment, her limbs hanging limply, and her clothes all over her body are still in good condition, but her eyes are slightly closed.

Zheng Wan looked at Cui Wang subconsciously, but he was facing a pair of eyes.

Those eyes looked at her for an unknown period of time. The years of frost and snow faded away, leaving only a quiet deep sea. When looking at people, they seemed to draw them in:

“Wan Wan?”

He was puzzled and authentic.

Zheng Wan suddenly understood:

She was wrong.

Mu Jiang’s chaos was unsuccessful.

Otherwise, Cui Wang must not look like he is hanging up high.

But, if so, what happened to the butterfly wing on his forehead?

Why didn’t the mother Gu in her Dantian move at all?

When the two were getting close before, the female Gu would rustle in the dantian, making people uneasy for a while.

Zheng Yu’s heart was in a mess, and there were many mysteries unsolved, but Mu Jiang over there screamed and woke up leisurely.

Qisha put down the hand that gave her Yuanli, and put a Yuandan into her mouth:

“Little Junior Sister, are you okay?”

Mu Jiang’s face improved slightly, and he immediately saw that he was so pale and defeated, he covered his heart and “poofed” and vomited blood.

“Little Junior Sister? Little Junior Sister?”

Seven kills patted her face.

Mu Jiang managed to open his eyes, and a pair of people appeared in his dim vision.

They stood quietly in the distance, white robes and red skirts woven together by the wind. They looked at each other, their eyes flashed, and they were a pair of extremely well-matched people who looked at each other.

The fake ones are all fake.

Mu Jiang clutched his heart, and vomited blood again.

“Little Junior Sister, what are you…”

Mu Jiang pushed the senior away and stood up swayingly:

“Why, why?”

She asked herself angrily.

“I, I do it for the good of Daojun.”

Mu Jiang didn’t understand.

Why is such a clean and cold person willing to be planted with love, and even when she helped out, she also swallowed hers with the love in her body—

Mu Jiang couldn’t figure it out.

She is really not wicked.

Cui Wang turned his head.

The gaze was slow, and mixed with a little carelessness. When it fell on her, it was as if she was an insignificant weed on the side of the road, and Mu Jiang’s heart suddenly lifted——

She found that even if she fell into such a field, she never regretted it.

“Are you not dead?”

Mu Jiang’s grief is no greater than death.

Her lips trembled:

“Dao, Daojun wants Mu Jiang to die?”

Cui Wang didn’t answer her, instead, a bit of Jianhong, suddenly arrived, and he was about to swallow Mujiang–

The seven kills suddenly appeared, and they shot two palms in a row. One hand took Mu Jiang back and said in a loud voice:

“Why Daojun wants to kill my junior sister to death?”

Cui Wang stopped.

The strength of this Daoist Shaqi is difficult to distinguish. He has tried many times along the way, but he can’t detect the depth. Zheng Wan is here, and he doesn’t want to take risks.

Qisha brought Mu Jiang to the other side of Bihechi and fell down.

“Daojun, my younger sister is just infatuated, so why are you so reluctant and unforgiving?”

Mu Jiang stood angrily, supporting the poolside railing with one hand:

“Daojun, but Mu Jiang obstructed your eyes?”

“hinder.”

“Mu Jiang doesn’t understand.” Mu Jiang tried his best to stand up. “She gave you a Gu. You don’t want to blame her. Mu Jiang just wants to help Daojun. When he gets rid of the original Gu in Daojun’s body, he will be confused. Take it back-it’s all under the Gu, why does Dao Jun want Mu Jiang’s life instead?”

“She is different from you.”

Mu Jiang was not reconciled, she found that she was not reconciled.

“If, if Mu Jiang meets the Daoist first, he first casts the Gu on the Daoist, the Daoist can, can…Will Mujiang be different?”

Zheng Wan raised his heart.

This question, she also asked every day in the bottom of her heart.

If time goes back and everything is over again, and it is no longer her, but someone who has poisoned him in advance, will he be slapped? Will he be intimate with that person, grind his ears, and do all the absurd things he has done with her?

If another person does the same thing and says the same thing, will he also love that person?

No one can do except her–

Even that person showed good, miserable, and guilty things to him.

Zheng Wan suddenly thought of Aye.

Last time we parted, Aye also said that she has grown up in her twenties and has many eyes like holes, but in many things, she has never grown up. Only children will naively ask for purity and uniqueness, requiring you to only play with her, not with others.

And adults, as early as the long years, learned to compromise and tolerance.

But why compromise

Don’t just let it go.

Children also have children’s handling methods.

Zheng Wan thought, in her life, she couldn’t learn to compromise.

She couldn’t help looking at Cui Wang, and Mu Jiang also looked at Cui Wang on the opposite side.

White-robed Jianxiu stood coldly beside the green lotus pond, a pond of green lotus blooming, the wind was blowing, and the water was sparkling. She could only see his lacquered eyebrows, and when the line of sight fell on her body, there was a pain of sword energy over her body.

His jaw line is cold and harsh, which is similar to coldness:

“will not.”

“There is only one Zheng Wan in this world.”

No one is close except her.

Mu Jiang didn’t grab the wall of the pond, and fell all of a sudden.

Zheng Wan was immediately happy.

All the unhappiness disappeared.

She hugged his waist, raised her head and asked:

“Cui Wang, you mean, if it wasn’t me at the time, and someone else gave you the gu, it would have been unsuccessful, right?”

“……Yes.”

Cui Wang moved his throat, helplessly authentic.

Perhaps, when lightning struck the wooden roof and met her sparkling eyes from top to bottom, he had already softened his heart in advance.

“Cui Wang, you are so kind.”

Zheng Wan smiled openly.

“Well.”

Cui Wang said lightly.

On the other side, the seven killers who watched the play for half a day clapped and applauded:

“It’s so good that you are in love with concubines and have a soft spot, beauty, do you believe this?”

“I believe.”

Zheng Wan trusted Cui Wang’s character.

He never disdains lying.

“A man’s mouth must be believable, so that the sow can climb the tree. Moreover, your Daojun is very cruel, and he can get rid of someone who admires him so much. He won’t be happy one day. , Looking up the old account, are you still dead?”

Zheng Wan snorted:

“Don’t bother Daojun.”

“Yes, it’s troublesome, beautiful, there will be a period later!”

Seven Killers blinked at her, holding Mu Jiang in one hand, tearing apart the space.

“Who is that person? Beauty… Shujin’s true body?”

Cui Wang paused when he stroked Zheng Wan’s hair.

Zheng Wan keenly felt the temperature of the whole body cool down, and hurriedly placed his hand on the Pisces bun, and hugged his waist tightly:

“Yes, it’s very bad. That’s right—”

She remembered something and raised her head:

“Shu Yuan is also him.”

Cui Wang glanced at her and said faintly: “With so many puppets, and dressed up so vividly, I think it’s an old man.”

Zheng Wan looked sad:

“It must be an old guy. No, how do you know Shujin…”

“In the Palace of Beauty, Shujin is a little abnormal, but I have seen Shuyu Daojun’s relatives, they are generally the same, so even if there are some speculations, they are still suppressed, only let the seniors stare, but he did not think about him. I am willing to run this puppet body for a long time, but if I give it up, I give it up.”

Zheng Wan was stunned:

“So, you knew he was wrong a long time ago, and… don’t you remind me?”

“I was going to say at that time, you must think I was jealous.”

The expression on Cui Wang’s face is called Zheng Wan and I don’t know how to describe it. Jun is also handsome, but he always feels that his teeth are about to fall at a glance.

“Peacock! Ah, peacock.” Zheng Wan suddenly remembered the goal of this trip. He was disturbed by the seven kills and almost forgot to do business. “Cui Wang, let’s catch the peacock.”

But seeing Cui Wang throw one out of the Yuan Beast bag…

Oh, white flowers, completely plucked… chicken?

Zheng Wan rubbed his eyes and didn’t recognize him until he met the squishy eyeballs.

“This……”

“It’s not pleasing to the eye, pull it out.”

Cui Wang said.

“It’s so ugly, how do you tell me to be a mount?”

The peacock jumped up from the ground, patted her wings and threw a series of high-pitched “Oh oh oh” at her.

…More like a chicken.

Zheng Wan suddenly didn’t want it.

“Then make the soup and drink it.”

Cui Wang didn’t care much and said, “I heard that the peacock makes a lot of supplements. You are not in good health, so you just make supplements.”

“…No, no!”

“Bad, bastard, egg! You bully the chicken, ah, peacock!”

At this moment, a thin voice suddenly rang, and it sounded like a man’s milky voice, but it was difficult to distinguish between male and female.

Zheng Wan looked around, and finally squatted down and touched the comb. No, the peacock crown:

“Are you talking?”

“Crap, nonsense, it’s my uncle.”

“Cui Wang, let’s stew it.”

Zheng Wan stood up.

“No, no, no!” The hairless chicken slapped its wings and screamed, “If you don’t stew the uncle Ben, Ben and Uncle Ben can tell you a secret!”

“What’s the secret? Can it taste better than you?”

“Ben, the uncle ben hid or hid a phoenix egg!”

The five-haired peacock had a mouth, and spit out an egg with a “poof”. The egg fell on the ground with a “poof” and broke a seam.

The peacock’s small eyes jerked sharply, holding the egg and crying:

“Me, my future daughter-in-law… it’s broken.”

Zheng Wan looked at it with a smile, and dialed the egg:

“Cui Wang, look, it’s just a broken egg, this hairless chicken wants to lie to me.”

It’s a little bigger than usual eggs.

Nothing unusual.

Cui Wang leaned over, picked up the broken egg and looked at it for a while:

“No, it’s really possible that it’s a Phoenix…”

“Tuk tuk-”

A yellowish bird’s beak came out.

Zheng Wan widened his eyes, and gradually, the crack became bigger and bigger, and finally, a red bird came out.

This bird, whose feathers resembled a burning flame, looked like a fiery ball of fire at first glance, but the size of the palm of the hand was already beautiful.

The peacock yelled:

“A Wu has a daughter-in-law! Ah Wu has a daughter-in-law!”

“It turned out to be a phoenix.”

The legendary bird.

The peacock is a mortal colorful golden pheasant, bred by the colorful light of the Nissan tree by chance. To put it bluntly, even if it is extraordinary, it is still a mortal chicken. But the phoenix is ​​different. It is a natural undead bird. It is as famous as the unicorn and gluttonous animals. It is a natural auspicious beast, and it is divided into five elements.

Unfortunately, this is just a fire phoenix.

Zheng Wan glanced at Cui Wang, but saw that he looked at the Phoenix, seemingly lost in thought.

“The attributes do not match.”

Cui Wang said.

Zheng Wan held the little red bird in his palm, the red flame touched her palm, and touched the thin ice wrapped in her palm, making a “sizzling” sound.

“No,” she hid the little red bird behind her back, “I want it.”

Even if it doesn’t work, just look at it.

How pleasing to the eye.

In the mortal world, the Holy Lord also raised a garden of rare and exotic animals.

“I really want it?”

Cui Wang looked at her.

“It’s not impossible.”

He said, “Fine, now, first recognize the Lord.”

The process of acknowledging the Lord was exceptionally smooth. Little Firebird’s consciousness was very weak. According to Cui Wang’s words, Zheng Wan popped a drop of blood and drew a sign to determine the contract—it was the same symbiosis contract as Cui Wang and the fire unicorn. The friendship contract. .

After the contract was completed, the little flamingo approached her feet docilely, touched her with the beak, and cried out in consciousness:

“Aniang, Aniang.”

Worthy of being a beast, he can communicate with people freely when he is born.

Zheng Wan looked at Cui Wang strangely:

“Cui Wang, what does your fire unicorn call you?”

Cui Wang seemed to choke:

“Aye.”

“what about me?”

The two discovered Huo Qilin together.

“It calls you, bad aunt.”

Cui Wang was slow and authentic.

Zheng Wan’s face turned dark, he poked the little Firebird in the forehead, and interrupted the little milky voice in his consciousness: “Don’t call it Aye.”

“Aye is very good-looking, very comfortable, and I like it very much.”

Little Firebird delivered a bunch of words similar to favorites.

Zheng Wan was very jealous:

“Call him an asshole.”

“Asshole? Aye is a broken egg, so is it called an asshole?”

Little Firebird asked, tilting his head.

Zheng Wan glanced at Cui Wang and smiled brightly at him in his inexplicable eyes:

“Asshole.”

She said.

Cui Wang was stunned. At this moment, the peacock suddenly cried out again:

“Wu’s wife! Wu’s wife!”

Little Firebird heard the movement and gave the bald chicken a glance:

“Aniang, this chicken is so ugly.”

The bald chicken crosses races and communicates without barriers. He tries to beat Cui Wang with his meat wings: “I blame you badass, my daughter-in-law says I am ugly! My daughter-in-law says I am ugly!”

Cui Wang fixed it with a sword:

“Why don’t you really stew it?”

Zheng Wan shook his head and said with a smile:

“I heard that a fan made of adult peacock’s tail feathers is very beautiful. Cui Wang, you raise it and make a fan for me in the future, okay?”

Promise quickly.

Forgive you if you agree.

“……it is good.”

Cui Wang inexplicably caught the woman who rushed forward and listened to her softly in his ear:

“Cui Wang, you are so kind.”

Aye said, men usually don’t cherish the things that are easily obtained. Therefore, Cui Wang, although I forgive you in my heart, I still have to toss you.

Just when Cui Wang wanted to hug Zheng Wan tightly, she was pushed away again.

She touched his forehead with her fingertips, and the butterfly wings that had previously floated on his forehead had disappeared:

“Cui Wang, what’s the matter with your heart mark on your forehead?”

Cui Wang grabbed her finger and held it in his hand:

“It’s the Gu you laid.”

“My Gu?”

Zheng Yu was surprised, she felt the mother Gu in her dantian, and there was no movement.

“Ah, mother-in-law, I understand,” Mother-in-law Jin said in her soul consciousness.

Zheng Wan also asked outside:

“Broken the cocoon into a butterfly?”

“This is about a kind of saying in the legend.”

Cui Wang flicked his sleeves, called out the little unicorn, let it play with the little phoenix and the bald chicken, and walked out along the hand-spinning corridor with Zheng Wan, “All things are destined, there are insects, birds have their ways, and humans are humane. Do everything in your own way and you must not cross the boundary. If it is a bug, it is destined to fail to fly, and if it is a bird, it is destined to not dive into the sea.”

“But God is merciful. When closing the door of the transboundary, he will quietly open a window. But it is too difficult for this window to break.”

“Just like me? Obviously a mortal who is destined to be unable to cultivate, but in the end he also cultivated.”

“Yes.”

Cui Wang nodded, holding Zheng Yu’s hand tighter.

Zheng Wan twitched his hand: “Cui Wang, you hurt me.”

Cui Wang seemed to return to his senses, and his eyes were particularly deep when he looked at her: “Fishing over the dragon gate, and the snake turning into a dragon, which one is not going through all the hardships, it is common to die halfway, and there is no one who can succeed. .”

Zheng Yu was terrified by his eyes:

“Cui Wang, I… will die?”

“No.” Cui Wang squeezed the tenderness in his hands to the bones, “You can transform butterflies, and you can naturally.”