Reincarnation [Mountain and River Order colleagues]

Warm reminder: Shuxu and Shuwen, who have been wandering in the rivers and lakes, wear dramas. The timeline is that Axu woke up in the inn after Lao Wen lost his life.The author loves the actor's face and performance very much, but he is full of malice towards the screenwriter. If you like the plot of the original drama, please quit directly.

When Zhou Zishu woke up, he only felt a dull pain in his shoulder blade.

He touched it subconsciously, why did it look like a scab?No, I haven't been injured recently.Zhou Zishu thought vaguely, "Old Wen." He subconsciously patted his side.

It was all in vain, and, the softness and hardness of the body seemed to be a bed?Commander Zhou, who can be lazy but lazy, finally opened his eyes condescendingly.There is a ceiling? !

He rubbed his eyes in doubt, no, didn't he sleep with Lao Wen and Cheng Ling by the river last night?It's not like he was brought here without any impression.

Confused Zhou Zishu decided to go downstairs to see what was going on after thinking about half a stick of incense and not seeing Wen Kexing.

"Hey, guest officer, you're awake." Xiao Er greeted him graciously, "What would you like to eat? The person who brought you here is our VIP, and all your expenses will be charged to his account. If you have any needs, ask the little one."

"Where is the person who sent me here?" Zhou Zishu asked calmly.

"This little one is not clear."

"That's fine, first bring me the whole bowl of porridge and a few side dishes, I'm starving to death."

"Come on, please sit down, I'll go tell the kitchen right now, little one."

The sky and the earth are the biggest to eat.Zhou Zishu thought leisurely, where did Wen Kexing go, and there is Chengling.These two people are really talented.

"Ahem." Zhou Zishu coughed twice involuntarily, which seemed a little familiar.

"The owner of Ghost Valley died just like that, it's too cheap for him!"

"That's right. The brothers haven't vented their anger yet!"

Ghost Valley?When will there be Ghost Valley? Isn't Ghost Valley wiped out long ago? !Who is the owner of this ghost valley?

Zhou Zishu grabbed Xiao Er who was about to leave: "What are they talking about?"

"Don't you know?" Although Xiaoer has no martial arts, everyone has a dream of Jianghu, "We have been very lively here recently. Zhao Daxia led the righteous people to force the owner of Ghost Valley to jump off the cliff, and he is looking for the corpse. Well, I heard there is some key." Seeing Zhou Zishu still looking confused, "Hero Zhao, Zhao Jing from the Five Lakes League, don't you know him?"

"What's the name of the owner of Ghost Valley?"

"I heard that the surname is Wen, what is it about Wen, yes, Wen Kexing!"

What are you kidding? !Zhao Jingneng forced Wen Kexing to jump off the cliff, just kidding me.Is the world crazy or am I crazy?Zhou Zishu deeply doubted life.

The man in green was injured by a hidden weapon, fell off the cliff, and stretched out a hand as if trying to grab someone.He jumped down involuntarily, trying to stop him.Zhou Zishu shook his head, when did this happen, he clearly had no such experience.

"Guest officer, what's the matter?" Xiaoer saw that he looked wrong, "Why don't you go back to rest, I'll bring your things to your room later." Remembering the honored guest's request, "Do you want to ask for a seat for you?" The doctor has a look?"

Zhou Zishu declined Xiaoer's suggestion to ask a doctor, and went back to the room alone.Pulling off the clothes, sure enough, the seven-orifice and three-autumn nails on his body are still there.Not only that, but there are injuries on the shoulder blades.

This is how the same thing?Rao didn't know what to say because of Zhou Zishu's wise plan.He had obviously removed the nail, so how could he still be wounded.Moreover, what the hell did Wen Kexing do by jumping off a cliff.It seems that Cheng Ling is one of the pushers?

Is it really a dream?But the feeling of being hungry is so real.Zhou Zishu secretly doubted.

"Hiss..." Zhou Zishu provoked the nails on his body like masochistic.This pain feels like a fake.

Forget it, as long as it comes, it will be safe.Zhou Zishu secretly planned to ask Xiaoer for more information after a while.

Since Zhou Zishu was the honored guest mentioned above, Xiaoer naturally had a lot to say. He heard that there would be a hero meeting in a few days, so Zhou Zishu made up his mind to join in the fun.

A few days later, the hero meeting.

What is this fight about?This is a hero meeting, is this a play house?Why didn't Shen Shen die?What tricks is Zhao Jing playing with Mo Huaiyang?

And the grandson of Wen Kexing, what is he doing? !Isn't Zhao Jing his father-killer and enemy?

And who was that person who looked at Zhao Jing affectionately on the stage? Why didn't he remember that there was such a person?

Forget it, if Wen Ke can't come, I will do it myself.Zhou Zishu made a vicious note of Wen Kexing in his heart before going on stage, you'd better not let me see you again, look at what embarrassing things you have done!

Seeing Zhao Jing hurt Mo Huaiyang with a hidden weapon, he was waiting on the stage to be praised.

"Four Seasons Villa, Zhou Zishu, come here to learn the master Zhao's tricks." Zhou Zishu said loudly.

"Master Zhou, Wen Kexing has been punished, why don't you turn around and do the same?" Zhao Jing was very proud.

"I don't know if he was punished or not. I only know that God has eyes, and you haven't been punished yet." Zhou Zishu drew out his white sword, "Today, I will pay with your life."

"I don't understand Master Zhou's words. You and I have no grievances in the past, and we have no grievances today. Before we do anything, let the heroes of the world understand. Why do you want to take my life?"

"Only you are worthy of asking me why I killed someone?" Zhou Zishu only hated to let these people have such a leisurely life, and dared to compare his true son one day.

Zhao Jing hated others for not giving him face the most in his life, and said bitterly: "Then please. Originally, I don't want to have the same knowledge as you, and there is no one in Four Seasons Villa, Zhou..."

"Who said that there is no one in the Four Seasons Villa?" someone asked.

Everyone looked up, and saw a white robe descending from the sky, holding a fan in his hand, who is it if it's not Wen Kexing?

Zhou Zishu raised his forehead, no matter what, this can't change this flirtatious problem.

Wen Kexing came to the stage lightly: "Axu, I'll do this battle." After saying that, he stretched out his hand, "Can you lend me the white sword?"

I don't want to lend you the white-clothed sword right now, I just want to give you the white-clothed bastard to turn it into a spinning top.However, Chief Zhou was walking outside, always giving face to Master Wen Gu.He glanced at Wen Kexing coolly, then happily handed over the sword.

Wen Kexing suddenly felt the coldness on the back of his neck.He cleared his throat and forced himself to calm down: "Everyone here, does anyone know Qiuming's eighteen moves?"

Is this the old Wen I know?He's here for revenge, he's here to confess his relatives.Why didn't I think that Old Wen had the demeanor of a little daughter-in-law before.You kill Zhao Jing first and then you can't finish explaining, these people can't beat you.What is Gao Xiaolian doing here?And Ah Xiang? !Ah Xiang is still alive, Zhou Zishu is overjoyed, then what is Lao Wen still doing with Mo Huaiyang, waiting for the New Year?

There was no suspense about Zhao Jing's defeat under Wen Kexing's hands, but it was the one who threw himself on the pear blossoms and brought rain. . .Scorpion King?How did a middle-aged fat man turn into such a cute little guy?Zhou Zishu once again felt God's malice towards him.

"Let's go, Axu, go back, and I'll explain everything to you." Wen Kexing handed back the white sword.

You better be able to explain well.Zhou Zishu didn't take it seriously. Just talking about such a pediatric trick made him feel like he was lowering his status as the master of the skylight.The little ones in the skylight are probably higher than this level. If you can design this incident, it won’t take ten years for you to have a cerebral hemorrhage. I’d like to see if you can explain it.

The author has something to say: I did a sit-up, saw the posts of the rabbit area and db again full of resentment, and decided to go on stage to complain