After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

Chapter 64: Be friends

Unexpectedly, Cui Wang laughed.

He laughed out loud, as if someone had knocked the deepest and most melodious tripod chime in Zheng Wan's ears, and the sound came into her ears, causing a burst of tingling.

She opened her eyes wide in surprise:

"...Cui Wang?"

Cui Wang turned his head, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were stained with a smile, his eyes touched Zheng Wan, as if he realized something, the smile stopped abruptly, and he froze on his face, turning into a cracked mask.

He withdrew his smile, constricting his eyes:

"I will protect the law for you."

"……Oh."

Zheng Wan came down from his back in a daze, and in an instant, Cui Wang became an ice sculpture that was difficult to get close to the gods and Buddhas. In other words, it was colder than before.

Smelly stone.

She kicked off the hem of her skirt, stubbornly, and solved everything else:

"All right."

Suddenly, the array of light shined brightly, and a six-pointed star array appeared in the array. Cui Wang flicked his sleeves into the array and said: "Enter the array."

Zheng Wan entered the battlefield according to words.

Cui Wang couldn't help but glance up.

The fresh and tender girl is like a pigeon that has been stripped, standing in the battle so beautifully, her eyes are black, her skin is white, her lips are red, and her black hair and ink are scattered, covering her nectarable skin. Covering the snowy peaks and gurgling valleys.

She could see that the current situation made her a little uneasy, and she asked him timidly:

"what's next?"

Cui Wang lowered his eyes, raised his hand and took the cyan stone that had just been placed on the long case into his palm. With a pinch, a burst of ice-blue flame burst out.

The temperature of the room jumped up suddenly.

Zheng Wan just felt like he was in a roasting furnace, subconsciously transporting the ice energy, until he was more comfortable, he had the spare time to look at the flame, a very shallow cluster, ice blue, broad beans The size, placed in the palm of Cui Wang, is jumping feebly at this time, as if it will go out at any time——

Cui Wang was carefully wrapped in Yuanli, and stepped into the formation with the flame, and came to her.

"Yuanli operates one day a week."

Zheng Wan subconsciously transported the "Moxu Jing", and at this moment, she felt that all the energy in her body was connected to this array.

"It will hurt a bit."

Cui Wang's voice fell, and a cold touch fell on her bare belly, followed by an extremely fierce enthusiasm, which quickly exploded from her belly button and climbed toward her dantian——

Zheng Wan snorted, and immediately tasted the smell of blood between his lips.

"Refining flames with vitality as soon as possible."

Cui Wang's voice sounded a little distorted through the heavy flames.

Zheng Yu opened her eyes with difficulty, and found that her whole body was burning, and there was a dense icy blue flame coming out of her body. Cui Wang stood one foot in front of her, and a cluster of fist-sized purple flames floated above him. On his chest, Zheng Yu could feel that under the suppression of the purple flame, the ice-blue flame shrank and closed in.

"Focus."

"Refining."

Zheng Wan hurts.

She hurts very much.

But somehow, she usually sings and beats, crying and crying, but at this time she doesn't want to show weakness in front of Cui Wang.

There seemed to be a flame burning fiercely in the lower abdomen, and the momentum seemed to burn through her internal organs--Zheng Wan could only chase the blue core with all his strength.

But this group of ice flames is very hateful. Looking at the little gratifying group outside, when they arrive at her dantian, they will be like a naughty kid, ramming, wherever they hit, they will burn wherever, Zheng Yu can't help it, tears pour in his eyes. The 簌 fell down.

But I can only continue, the soul consciousness sinks, directing Yuan Li to pounce desperately, enveloping the frantically fleeing ice flame, and fall down onto that tiny piece of Yuan root.

Zheng Wan's Yuangen is an ice-blue stem, like crystal glaze.

Granny Jin said that the purer the Yuangen, the less the impurities. For the fairy Yuangen, it is all-over glaze color, not like her. Look carefully, you can still find some tiny spots on the stem.

As soon as this Bing Yan touched Yuangen, smoke burst into the air.

Zheng Wan noticed that the small spots seemed to be lightened by the smoke.

She immediately understood what mother-in-law Jin meant by refining Yuangen. If the heavenly rank and the immortal rank are on the same line, refining the root roots with this ice flame is to run towards the thread of the heavenly rank——

Regardless of running more and less, it is beneficial to her.

Zheng Wan was so painful that everyone shuddered, but he still didn't forget to wrap the Xuan Bingyan with Yuan Li and start refining——

Gradually, I forgot to cry, but Yuan Genna shook with pain every time a handful of cigarettes popped up.

"Endure."

Cui Wang's voice was deep.

Take a ghost, take it.

Zheng Wan tried to stare at him with those wet eyes. While staring, he still thought in a mess, if she is really looking for a Taoist companion in the future, she must not be so cold, she is so hurt, and she doesn't know how to hug her, just care she was.

"concentrate."

"Don't curse in your heart."

"..."

Zheng Wanguo was really serious about refining.

Cui Wang watched for a while, then closed his eyes to protect the law. This protector was overnight, and Zheng Wan stopped when the east was white on the second day. And at the moment when she finished refining, she burst into pieces with a "duh" sound.

Cui Wang opened his eyes.

But in the golden warm sun, the young girl was standing naked, she was shining, and the corners of her mouth were raised lightly, looking very happy-but the happiness did not last for a while, and she became eager to cry.

She opened her arms to him:

"Cui Wang, hug."

Cui Wang looked at her, only to feel that the worm in the dantian turned into water in an instant.

"...Cui Wang?"

Only then did Cui Wang return to his senses, and took a few steps to take her into his arms.

Zheng Yu choked all of a sudden:

"I am so painful, you are still killing me."

"Yep."

"This really hurts, it hurts, it hurts."

"Yep."

"The monasticism is really troublesome."

"Yep."

The girl's slender body sank into the man's large white robe, Cui Wang leaned over and hugged her up, a piece of smooth and slender calf drooped down, looming as he walked.

Zheng Wan leaned on him, listening to Cui Wang's chest pounding heartbeat.

The room was extremely quiet for a while, and it was so quiet that Awan's "tuk tuk tuk" happily running in the distance could be heard.

Cui Wang put Zheng Wan on the cave. Like a flexible fish, she plunged into the soft quilt all at once - revealing a pair of bright black eyes with attachment:

"I'm a little tired, Cui Wang, can you push the agreement on the first day of the first year to tomorrow?"

"……it is good."

"Then wait until I fall asleep, will you leave, OK?"

She whispered, a hand hidden under the soft quilt tightly grasped him.

Cui Wang nodded.

Zheng Wan closed his eyes with confidence, thought about it, and opened his eyes again.

"What's the matter?"

Cui Wang asked her.

"Cui Wang, when you finish solving Gu, we both..." Zheng Hao thought. He has been very kind to her since yesterday. Maybe, this request can also be agreed, "Can you be a good friend?"

Cui Wang withdrew his hand, even the trace of goodwill.

He looked at her blankly, saying neither good nor bad.

The other shoe in Zheng Wan's heart fell off.

The uneasiness that has been on the rise since yesterday has receded like a low tide. She thinks that this kind of cold and repellent Cui Wang is the one she is familiar and comfortable with.

That overly kind young Sword Master is an illusion.

She let her abundant tears flow up, blaming him half-truth:

"Even Mingyu can be your good friend."

"she is not."

Zheng Wan hummed his head and turned his back to him:

"Don't believe me, I heard you always take care of her."

"She is Si Yi's best friend."

Cui Wang said.

The two of them stayed together for a while. Zheng Yu understood what Cui Wang meant. She quickly turned around and said in surprise: "So, what you mean is, because you think she is a good friend of Li Siyi, you always treat her Look at it differently?"

"No."

Did not treat each other differently?

Oh, Zheng Wan was happy all at once, anyway, Mingyu was upset, she was happy.

She patted the quilt:

"Okay, I'm going to sleep."

Zheng Wan closed his eyes.

Cui Wang waited until her breathing calmed down before getting up and leaving the Nuan Pavilion.

The outside of the pavilion is already full of sun, and Awan hops over:

"True monarch, do you want to cook some food for the real person?"

"Go get ready."

Awan went to the kitchen again and again.

"Where are you going?"

The ancestor was holding back so badly, and as soon as he let it out, he saw the surrounding scenery leaping back and forth quickly, dazzling him for a while.

When I saw a huge green-gold bamboo forest, I gave a long "Oh":

"It turned out to be here."

"Xiao Wangwang, are you in a bad mood?"

His great-grandson, he couldn't make a dull gourd with ten sticks. When he was in a bad mood, he would find a place to practice the sword, and he would not stop without swinging his 1.8 million swords.

However, as his cultivation base grows, many places are no longer suitable for sword training, but this green-gold bamboo forest is still strong and secluded enough.

"No."

"You are not in a bad mood, come here to practice sword?"

The old ancestor looked at the bald bamboo again with distress-before it was fully grown, it was groaned again.

Swordsmanship is not as gorgeous as the outsiders seem to be. From sword aura, sword intent, to sword intent transformation, apart from comprehension, it is a solid basic skill. All swordsmanship needs to continue every day from the moment they step into the sword. Repeat the practice of picking, stab, and chopping, and other basic swordsmanship——

Jian Juanyun said that "everything changes cannot leave its sect." Even if you cultivate to the Wanjian dynasty, you still need to repeat this basic skill every day.

It's just that the sword repairman of the ancestor who has seen it for thousands of years has never seen a more axis and more diligent than his great-grandson.

When others practice a thousand swords, he will practice five thousand swords.

When others practice 10,000 swords, he will practice 50,000 swords.

It was the previous experience in the Xiyu Mountains. Others want to rest. His great-grandson never rests. Isn't he tired? Naturally tired, but great-grandchildren will never cry tired, but will only seek extreme breakthroughs.

Everyone regards him as a genius disciple——

Of course, he is indeed a genius disciple, but the sweat and diligence behind him has never been more than a lot.

"Take a break, take a break, didn't you not practice swords before the fifteenth day of the new year?" The ancestor said in a strange way, "Is the young lady making you unhappy?"

"No."

"Why are you crazy here without you?"

"Stop! Stop practicing."

Cui Wang turned a deaf ear to his ears, and didn't give up until the sunset.

The clothes were soaked with sweat, Cui Wang casually applied a dust removal technique, went to the room next to the bamboo forest and changed into a white robe. Without leaving, he just had a round table for a drink.

The green-gold bamboo forest has no leaves, only the bare branches standing ruggedly on this land, adding a layer of solemnity.

"Aren't you going to see Miss Sister?"

"She is sleeping."

"Oh..." The ancestor lay in the sea of consciousness, and his voice suddenly became wretched, "Tired."

"Old ancestors."

"Oh oh oh, the ancestors don't tell me, the ancestors don't tell me, now I am willing to tell my ancestors, what was your sulking just now?"

Cui Wang was silent for a long time before saying:

"She asked me if I could solve Gu and be a friend."

"Oh, what then?"

"After the Gu is solved, it is naturally the bridge to the bridge and the road to return."

"So, what are you depressed?"

Cui Wang pointed to his heart: