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

Jiang Yufeng propped his chin up, lowered his eyes slightly and lazily watched the outstanding youngsters below who were fighting fiercely, and then yawned leisurely.

Staying here and watching the children play house in full swing, although my heart is full of gratification as an elder, I just feel that watching it like this can help me sleep.

However, the elders around him seemed to be more interested, and each of them stretched their necks, staring at the situation on the field.

This is much more nervous than playing by themselves.

……

Under the feast, the sky was full of gongs and drums.

It's just that amidst such light, darkness grows and hovers like vines.

The Taoist pushed aside the damp tree roots that had fallen down, and broke the dead branch under his foot.

The soft sound when the dead branch broke suddenly alarmed the person inside the cave, the person screamed in a disheveled state, and wanted to flee inward in panic.

The released rope instantly entangled her ankle like a poisonous snake spewing out letters, and dragged it out.

"I didn't expect you to be so embarrassed." The Taoist said regretfully, and the faint voice rang above the man's head.

The person shrank back in embarrassment, her body was covered with scars, the dirt and damp made the wound open and fester, and an indelible stench spread from her body.

The clumped hair concealed his face, making it difficult to see clearly.

"Want to take revenge?"

"Uh..." But the man seemed to be overly frightened before, but now he shrank himself into a ball in fright.

"I will give you this chance. What do you think is the way to make Song Bihui vomit and pierce his heart with ten thousand arrows?" He lowered his eyes and looked at the poor man under his feet with pity.

The man seemed to have a sudden reaction, and raised his face tremblingly.

The Taoist smiled suddenly, and squatted down, "I'll give you a trick. Since Song Bihui is invincible, you can kill his beloved Tanlang."

"Uh..." Qiao Xuan had just been defeated by a disciple from Caixing Pavilion. The person he was facing had too fancy moves, which made him dizzy now, and he almost fell off the stage when he stepped off the stage.

He held on to the pillar in a daze, and almost spat out, but just as he raised his eyes, he saw Nan Xing raised an eyebrow at him mockingly.

"You are so proud!" Qiao Xuan said angrily.

"Oh, I don't know who told me not to meet him before. Now it's all right, I got what I wanted." Nan Xing brushed her hair, walked past Qiao Xuan, and walked onto the stage swaggeringly.

"You can't win either!"

But Nan Xing didn't pay attention to this person at all, and only quickly summoned his sword to strike.

Then, a few minutes later, Qiao Xuan stared dumbfounded at the Caixing Pavilion disciple who ran off the stage with his head in his arms, and the end of his hair was chopped off by the sword energy while he was still running away.

"Uh..." My face hurts a bit.

"Oh! How did you lose?" Elder Xingmu was so angry that he threw out a large piece of silver, but was snatched back by Zhong Yaoye.

She happily lifted up the silver coin to take a picture, and proudly said, "You have to practice more, don't look at the stars and the moon every day."

"Stargazing is also cultivation!" Elder Xingmu was so angry that his beard almost exploded.

Song Bihui on one side was still fiddling with his sleeves, while Jiang Yufeng leaned on the chair, feeling that he was about to disassemble the wishful crane on his sleeve into an eight-treasure hen.

"Does your arm still hurt?" Jiang Yufeng suddenly realized something.

Song Bihui has always been extremely stubborn, and his current behavior is a little restless, which shows that he is restless.

But he has always refused to speak out about any problems.

"It doesn't hurt." Sure enough, the man snorted coldly, as if he thought he was hypocritical.

"Oh, really." Jiang Yufeng gave him a meaningful look, then stretched out his hand and pulled his sleeve away suddenly.

The half of the arm under the sleeve was swollen and blue.

But Song Bihui quickly pulled back his sleeves immediately, with a very displeased expression, "I say nothing, then nothing will happen."

But Jiang Yufeng was more imposing this time, suddenly slapped the chair, and said forcefully, "I say something is wrong, so I stretched out my arm!"

"Uh……"