The group's beloved wife: She is the phoenix, she is the king

It's hard not to feel anxious when you plan hard but don't get the key you want.

--Inscription

Will they never see Sister Yun again?

Tuanzi flapped his wings and flew towards the white patch, but for some reason he was bounced back.

Fan Nuoxi quickly caught the dumpling and said, "Let me meet you!"

He gathered his strength and struck at the white piece, only to see that his strength was easily dissolved by the white piece.

The moment the power dissipated, Tuanzi and Fan Nuoxi both saw the outline of a villa vaguely appearing behind the white.

The two looked at each other and gathered their strength together to break the blinding white in front of them, but they didn't expect to be stopped by someone.

"Dear Master/Nuoxi, don't!"

Xiao Cai and Pei Lin stopped in front of the two and said in unison.

"Get out of the way! I want to destroy this white wall that's in the way!" Fan Nuoxi wouldn't listen to a word now, and the anger in his eyes seemed to be turning into reality.

"If you put all your strength into it, this thing will only get heavier." Pei Lin saw Fan Nuoxi was about to take action, and hurriedly said, "Since your soul disappeared, this villa has suddenly been shrouded by a force. We have tried many methods, but not only did they fail, but they actually increased its power."

The force that Fan Nuoxi was about to exert immediately turned into smoke and dissipated.

The same is true of the power of dumplings.

"That's obviously my house. I can come and go as I please. Why did it become like this?" Fan Nuoxi scratched his hair in frustration.

Could it be that some bastard set a trap for me and wanted me to fall into it?

Then you squeeze out all my value and make me work for others and count money, while you enjoy the benefits?

If I had known earlier, I would have just destroyed the world with Yuan Qing!

"How strange! Why did such a thing suddenly appear... Tuanzi didn't notice such an abnormality before?" Tuanzi was confused.

Could it be that there is something wrong with me that caused the villa of my dear master to become like this?

Thinking of this possibility, Tuanzi visibly blamed himself.

"My dear master, if you want to blame someone, blame Tuanzi. It was Tuanzi who failed to handle the situation properly and caused you trouble."

"Bullshit! We are one. Even if there is a problem, it's not your fault. It could be some old guy's trick to keep me here!" Fan Nuoxi couldn't help but swear, but her mind inexplicably recalled the voice she heard in her ear when she fell down in the laboratory.

If that person was not Ruochen whom she met, nor Su Xiu, nor Yuan Qing, then there must be an immortal old man behind him.

As for Xuan Shang, Fan Nuoxi was completely excluded.

That guy has turned into a pile of bones, he definitely doesn't have that much power.

Her brain must have been rusty to think of thanking the person who dragged her into this world.

Now she has no home to return to and is suffering here. It would be hard for anyone not to be angry about this.

I really want to poke a hole in the sky!

Afterwards, Fan Nuoxi used physical attacks to try to break through the white wall that was as solid as a solid wall of iron.

Throw a stone and it will bounce out; hit it with a hammer and the wall will be fine but the hammer will break into slag; pour some corrosive liquid and the wall will be fine but the clothes will have a few holes in it.

I used a shovel to dig the soil, trying to dig through it, but after every dig, only a stick was left.

The main goal is to leave no chance.

Peilin and the others understood Fan Nuoxi's feelings very well, and just tried to help her, even though they didn't see any results after all their efforts...

After all this trouble, Fan Nuoxi didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

She could feel that it was not very thick, but it was impossible to break it.

"At least the Yugong moving the mountain had an effect. I've been trying for such a while but there's no effect at all. Is it because my determination is not enough? Or am I not persisting long enough?" Looking at the motionless white wall, Fan Nuoxi doubted his life.

Tuanzi tried to appease him weakly, "My dear master, how about we come back here every day and try it? Maybe we can get it done in time?"

"That makes sense, this is a solution." Fan Nuoxi nodded, "Don't mention it, this thing is really a good way to relieve stress, it's very durable!"

As soon as the words fell, the white wall shook slightly and then quickly returned to calm.

This detail was clearly seen by everyone present.

"I don't care if you are afraid of pain or not. As long as you can take the beating, I will come to visit you every day." Fan Nuoxi patted the white wall with his hand, smiling, "After all, it's not easy to find such a good sandbag!"

After saying that, the white wall began to ripple, as if it was trembling.

After calming down a little, Fan Nuoxi took them away.

After confirming that there was no one in the space, a pair of small eyes and a wavy mouth suddenly appeared on the white wall.

This scene was finally noticed by Fan Nuoxi.

A wall with spiritual consciousness that is invulnerable to swords and guns really requires some people to put in a lot of effort.

But it’s okay. Although she can’t use spiritual power or magic power to attack, she does know a little bit about boxing and kicking.

……

"Ah!"

A kind-looking old man suddenly felt his nose itchy and couldn't help sneezing.

But the person in front of him was silent as a mouse, not daring to raise his head.

Without waiting for the person in front of him to say anything, the old man turned into white smoke and disappeared.

After the people left, he softened in fear and relaxed.

"I finally found out the whereabouts of the Lord, and I haven't even asked the disciple for a solution to this calamity, but he just left without saying anything. It's really... difficult to deal with!"

After pretending to be unhappy and leaving, the old man called "the Lord" reappeared in the same place.

"I can't go against fate. If I could find a way to..."

"Forget it. I've already been scolded by her, so I don't mind a few more scoldings."

When he said this, the old man's face showed helplessness but also a hint of resignation.

"You can blame me or scold me, I accept it. As long as you just this once..."

After saying this cryptically, his figure disappeared into the distance.

Unfortunately, Yuan Qing didn't really leave, and there was a trace of the aura left by Fan Nuoxi on Yuan Qing.

"What Liu Yishou heard turned out to be this... What kind of calamity will the good disciple face?"

"Even His Majesty is so secretive..."

"This Lord who comes and goes without a trace seems to care about his good disciple. Could it be that there is something on my good disciple that the Lord can plot against?"

"No, I better go back and check on the good disciple!"

……

Fan Nuoxi, who had just washed up and was getting ready for bed, suddenly realized all this, and her heart, which had finally calmed down, began to ripple again.

Sure enough, there really was an old man behind the scenes making trouble.

It's really too much to say half of the words.

Because of something on her mind, Fan Nuoxi tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep, so she simply got up, put on her clothes and sat down in front of the window again.

The moment she sat down, she seemed to notice something unusual. She glanced out the window and looked at her spirit ring.

She took out the letters she had collected in the Wuxun Tower from her spirit ring and read them carefully one by one.

Each letter was marked "From Nuoxi personally" as well as the letter number and time. There were thousands of them.

Looking at the dried bloodstains on some of the envelopes, Fan Nuoxi's heart couldn't help but ache.

She knew that this guy must be hiding something.

Fan Nuoxi only read the first ten letters carefully, and put the others away neatly.

Tuanzi wanted to come out to watch it together, but Fan Nuoxi ordered her to have a good rest, so she had to give up and rest up.

The moment he opened the envelope, Fan Nuoxi noticed some movement outside the window.

So she quickly put away the letter and looked out the window warily.

"Baby, it's so late, why haven't you rested yet?"

Suddenly, a somewhat cold embrace was pressed against her from behind. Fan Nuoxi couldn't help but pursed her lips and lied, "I... was just too excited and couldn't sleep!"

"You're lying. You were clearly reading the letter I wrote to you!" Dongfang Junyan said resentfully.

Fan Nuoxi joked, "Then why don't you go back to your room and sleep? Are you afraid that I will run away?"

"I was afraid that you didn't want me, so I stayed outside and didn't leave." Dongfang Junyan leaned on Fan Nuoxi's shoulder with grievance, his voice low.

Fan Nuoxi turned her head and was about to say something to comfort him, but she caught a glimpse of his red ears.

"Are you coming in to read me the love letter you wrote to me?" Fan Nuoxi reached out and pinched Dongfang Junyan's ear, her eyes burning.

"Can you please not read it?" Dongfang Junyan's eyes were filled with pleading, but his face was flushed. "At that time... my situation was not very good, so I wrote to you. I can't write well and I can't read it..."

"Then... read these to me?" Fan Nuoxi flipped her wrist and put several storybooks signed by "Koxuexue" into Dongfang Junyan's hands.

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This chapter's screenwriter: Fan Nuoxi

Artistic Director: Dongfang Junyan

Friendly Performance: Letters