After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

"I will go back..." He secretly said badly.

"Master, if you don't go to my Tianheng Palace this evening, what are you going to do when you go down the mountain? Could it be that you still have an appointment with others and you want to leave me alone in Zeshan?"

He spoke pitifully, as if he was just reprimanding a conscientious person, but Jiang Yufeng felt hairy in his heart when he heard it, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"It's all right, I just drank a little too much at the table, come out to get some air." He took a step back slowly, but he didn't expect Song to come forward for several steps, shortening the distance between them sharply.

For a moment, Jiang Yufeng felt that he could almost smell the scent of wine that was about to dissipate on the opponent's body and the very light scent of green bamboo mixed with it.

It was obviously a very soothing smell, but at the moment the atmosphere between the two was tit for tat and swords were on the verge of breaking out.

"I don't want to lie to you, Song Bihui." He said softly, the ending seemed to melt into the rustling of bamboo leaves.

He admitted that he felt endless powerlessness and helplessness. Now that he has started a new life with this skin, he has to accept the mistakes he made in the past.

This is all karma, and he can't get away.

"What's the matter? Do you still have something to quibble, saying that you didn't "steal" this thing? "

Song Bihui's smile has melted away like the first snow, his eyes are sharp, and the gloom and murderous look sinking between his brows.

He crawled out of the pile of dead people, and saw the sore limbs that fell off from the body, the bloody but still twitching dying rat on the stove, the pus and blood all over the place and the mottled yellow vomit that had been dried. People are dizzy and rancid.

He is not afraid of death, nor is he afraid of killing.

He struggled out of death and disgusting fate countless times, but was pushed back into the abyss countless times.

Watching his life being stolen away bit by bit.

He hates Jiang Yufeng, but the feelings involved are much more complicated than hatred.

"I'm not..." Before Jiang Yufeng finished his sentence, he felt the force of thunder pulling him into the bamboo forest. His back hit the green bamboo, and his brows furrowed in pain.

"Are you going to say that Qiao He gave it to you again?" He held Jiang Yufeng firmly, looking at the usually high-ranking man who loved him and ignored him, and would only suppress him everywhere, making him almost burnt. The master, who was in pain like bone and blood, showed a flustered and innocent expression at this moment, his blood was clamoring for aggression, "It's not your thing, but you ask someone for it, you know Qiao He would not refuse you, so you just Three times and four times..."

"Yes, I stole it." Jiang Yufeng raised his eyes, his eyes were red and misty, and there was a kind of indescribable fragility and sadness.

The hit just now almost made him spit out a mouthful of old blood, but now the pain is so painful that his eyes are glistening and he is sweating profusely.

"I'll pay you back now." He stretched out his hand to tug on the crescent moon silk on his wrist, but was slapped away by Song Bihui.

"This fairy has already recognized its owner! What's the use of it?"

He looked down, and there was a small crescent moon mark on his white wrist besides the five fingerprints that Song Bihui pinched at the banquet earlier.

He didn't bring any weapons when he went out, and Song Bihui restrained him, and it was difficult to break free, so he had to push the man's shoulder, trying to put some distance away.

Song Bihui knew that this man was wasting his efforts, but seeing Jiang Yufeng's slender white hands resting on his shoulders, making him look paler and weaker against his black clothes, he couldn't help shaking his head.

Want to tear him apart.

His fingerprints were still on that wrist, the messy hair fell on his shoulders, the loose white silk belt around the man's wrist, and the dangling silver chain... all seemed to rebuke him for his atrocities.

The atmosphere is ambiguous and dangerous, but for some reason, he just likes it very much, and likes to see Jiang Yufeng look like a trapped beast.

It's just that in this second of inattention, Song Bihui suddenly heard a slight "clank".

Shocked in his heart, as if there was a sound of thunder.

Jiang Yufeng pulled out the dagger from his waist.

Just when he thought that the dagger would stab him directly, he didn't expect that Jiang Yufeng had already turned the blade.

"I'll pay you back." Under the moonlight, his eyes were burning, and he held the dagger in his hand, cutting towards the crescent mark without the slightest hesitation.

Although there is no other way for this thing after recognizing the master, fortunately, the recognition of the master is not long, and the relationship can be broken if the flesh and blood are cut off within a day.

But the stabbing pain didn't come, he lowered his eyes, only to find that the dagger didn't seem to be sharpened, it couldn't cut anything apart from pressing his skin whiter.

It was just dark and I didn't see clearly.

"Uh..." For a moment, Jiang Yu gritted his teeth in anger. What is this bastard doing with a knife that doesn't sharpen?are you crazy!

"You think you can get my forgiveness by doing this." Song Bihui let go of him, and said coldly, "It's ridiculous, when you humiliated me so much before and stepped me into the quagmire, why didn't you expect today? Tonight, Even if you chop off your whole arm and kneel at my feet to repent, I will not forgive you at all."

After all, he withdrew his dagger from Jiang Yufeng's hand, "But you really didn't lie, you are really skilled at stealing. Heh..."

Jiang Yufeng wanted to slam his head on the bamboo to death on the spot, so as to kill him.

"We can't just let it go, Jiang Yufeng." His indifferent eyes seemed to be able to pierce people's hearts like sharp knives, and his deep voice fell behind the bamboo forest, and then disappeared with the wind.

Only Jiang Yufeng was left standing there for a long time.

After a long time, Song Bihui inserted the dagger in his hand back to his waist again, but the sheathed blade was completely exposed.

Xu Qiu, the eldest son of the Xu family, died.

On the way back to the hall, he overheard two disciples who passed by him talking in a low voice, saying that the Xu family did not actually hide, but even sent the eldest son of the family to the banquet, but at the banquet there was Xu Qiu was nowhere to be seen.

The Xu family had no choice but to send someone to look for it urgently.

But after that, I didn't see Xu Qiu at all, only found a crazy woman, who was naked and disheveled, and yelled at everyone that Xu Qiu was dead and going to hell.

Then, following his breath, he found the messy clothes in the wooden house.The Xu family immediately asked the Xian family to look for him, but they only got a sentence: "Your son has encountered an accident, so please let us mourn."

Jiang Yufeng didn't care, he had nothing to do with the Xu family other than a speechless oolong.

Even if Xu's family was razed to the ground, he didn't have much thought about it, they all had their own fates.

But along the way he thought a lot.

After all, this is a complete breakup with the hero, which means that his previous plan to win the hero's favor finally ended in failure.

The favorability bar is gone, how can he brush it!

Then we can only find another way out.

Before stepping into the gate of the palace, he suddenly thought of the evil spirit removal conference that Zhong Huaixu had told him at the banquet that would be held in two days.

It is a well-known fact that this matter is full of danger.If you are unlucky, and encounter some difficult problems, such as wars, plagues, and floods, death and injury are inevitable.

Therefore, the various sects sent out some outstanding children, who were protected by the elders to minimize the danger.

However, if he went there as the Zhesui Xianjun, it would be too eye-catching, and he didn't agree to Zhong Huaixu at the banquet, and if he suddenly proposed to go, Song Bihui would definitely be suspicious.

But if he disguised himself as a young disciple, mixed into Zeshan's evil spirit removal team, and then took the opportunity to disappear during a certain evil spirit elimination, wouldn't he be able to escape?

Then tomorrow, he can release the news to the outside world first, saying that the Zhesui Xianjun will retreat again to practice again. According to Jiang Yufeng's external personality, retreat is as common as ordinary people drinking water and eating, and no one will doubt it.

At that time, he will place a clone in the Folding Year Palace, and when he escapes, he will directly let the clone "explode and die", creating a fake death.

Now everyone in the world will know that "Jiangyu Feng" became obsessed because of his practice, and died in an explosion.

This is simply a perfect and careful plan.He couldn't help applauding himself in his heart.

But as soon as he entered the door, Jiang Yufeng suddenly found a group of maids lined up in the hall, as if they had been waiting for him for a long time, "What are you doing here?" He asked in surprise.

He had been in a trance before, but was suddenly startled by a group of people stuck in the room, and subconsciously thought that Song Bihui couldn't wait to send someone to assassinate him.

"We are here to serve you to change your clothes." A leading maid said strangely, this is a very common thing, why is the folded fairy so surprised.

Maybe the immortals are just weird.

"Thank you, no need...you can just help me remove this pile of things on my head, and I will do the rest myself."

Today's night banquet was more important, so the hair crowns brought to him by the maids were extraordinarily complicated and delicate. He was afraid that if he did it himself, he would either rip himself bald, or break the expensive-looking hair crown directly.

In addition, he had a fight with Song Bihui before, but it wasn't actually a fight, he was beaten by Song Bihui unilaterally, and some of his hair got entangled in the hair crown.

Still need someone to help.

"Ah...Okay." The maids agreed hesitantly, and when the hot water was served, the hair accessories were removed, and everything was quickly finished before they bowed and left.

Jiang Yufeng still appreciates these neat and delicate women, but from now on, the days of being waited on and lying on the brocade quilt couch, snuggling with the stove in their arms are gone forever.

The bright moon hangs high outside the window, and Jiang Yufeng suddenly finds a dusty storage jade pendant in the cabinet of his bedroom, and some unknown fragments that have been broken.

The Zhansui Xianjun seldom goes out, so the storage jade pendant is of no use, it can only be put in the cabinet to eat ashes, but unexpectedly it will be effective today.

He prepared some valuables and luggage, took off the crescent moon silk that looked like his unlucky father, and put all of them into the jade pendant, and put the jade pendant in his arms, hiding it next to his body.

This is the capital for him to settle down in the future!

But Jiang Yufeng felt that this piece of crescent silk would be enough for him to eat for a lifetime, and when he felt poor, he would cut a piece of it...

The abacus in his heart was crackling.

After he placed his avatar, which could almost be a real one, with its back facing the door, everything was almost ready, but when he looked behind him again, his mood was completely different from the first time he saw the smoky distant mountains.

This is all karma.