After cultivating the ruthless way, I soared

——Three days——

What kind of world is this? Why is there an end to reincarnation? Why is it that people who become immortals are not like those written in ancient books, who can traverse thousands of small worlds and create a world? And why are only him and Xuan Zhe special in this world? ?

Others, either mortals, or spirits, or even half-celestial beings who just missed the ascension after attaining the Tao, have never touched the threshold of ascension, or have any special ways.

But Xuanzhe is a fairy who ascended a few days ago, although he has three lifetimes of love, he is still relatively easy compared to those old monsters who have lived for many years.

As for himself, it was even simpler. After Xuanzhe flew up, he threw him an inexplicably familiar knife. With the blessing of that knife, he could fly up almost as soon as Zhou Feng thought about it.

Is ascension so easy?

Like deciding whether to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes or sweet and sour pork today, there is no challenge.

The three-day period has not yet arrived, and it is golden autumn, and the laurel tree that used to symbolize torture and pain is also blooming with endless floral fragrance.

Although Zhou Feng's realm has not yet been reached, he is smart enough to realize that everything is strange.

For example, the master who used to be cold and abstinent, even when he was in love, suddenly started to behave inappropriately. personal.

While Zhou Feng was puzzled, he also felt that as long as Xuan Zhe was by his side, everything would be fine.

"Xiao Zhou." His existence began to make Xuanzhe yearn for the light that fell in autumn, and he threw it finely on the neat gravel road, quiet and peaceful.

However, because of vulgarity, vileness, arrogance, and arrogance, it is unavoidable to have an insignificant, yet needle-like sense of inferiority and guilt.

Like a preoccupied paper figurine, filled with air, bulging, swaying, and tremblingly showing itself in front of the sweetheart, but only a punctuation mark opened the hidden needle point and leaked air.

He is lofty and humble to the extreme. Although he is a master, although he is in a small world, although he has soared, and although he has no memories of his past and present lives, he is just an ordinary, ordinary person whose soul has been overwhelmed by extreme love.

Xuan Zhe didn't know, if Zhou Feng asked about the back of all this, about a certain knife, where would he start, from a month ago, a hundred years ago or several years ago, across the ancient times, ten thousand years in a flash of a finger All kinds of fetters began?

The story is so long that if it is only omitted to tell Zhou Feng, the time of these three days will be fleeting.

"Don't you have anything to ask?"

Zhou Feng looked back, his eyes were tight and full of doubts, but he never asked, he just spoke softly, in a very relaxed tone. "Master, what shall we eat today?"

Xuan Zhe held his cheeks in his hands, pinched Zhou Feng's reddened ears, and said in a helpless tone. "We are gods, and we have already bigu."

"Uh..." Zhou Feng touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment. It seems that this transfer is not very clever, and this kind of skill still needs to be learned. "Well, the weather is really nice today."

Xuan Zhe looked at the twilight in the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars that don't exist, looked at the osmanthus tree that was the only one that could be regarded as beautiful, and nodded, with a smile in his eyes. "The weather is really nice."

In the past, there were a lot of things to say, but when I saw that person right in front of me, I could see the other person's heart with a glance, and I couldn't express what I had to say.

Three days passed by in a hurry, and Zhou Feng had already arrived at Dashijie's official residence while he was still asleep.