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

Jiang Yufeng originally thought that this unexpectedly peaceful and peaceful life would continue for a while even though he was in a crisis.

But it's a pity that the current year is always unfavorable, and after all, things backfired.

The medicine pot outside the house is curling up with medicinal fragrance, amidst the smog, Jiang Yu Feng lightly wrapped it in a handkerchief and uncovered the lid, the pot is boiling, under the silence, there is a kind of self-contained excitement .

But for a moment, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked sideways beyond the railing.

On the withered grass outside the house, at this moment, a person was quietly looking at him with the corners of his lips curled up.

The dark wind slowly blew the curtain covering his face and the hem of his Taoist robe.

This person is so gloomy that he seems to be an evil ghost crawling out of hell, and now he is staring at Jiang Yufeng.

"Interesting." Fu Ming sneered and opened his mouth, walked over like a family chatter, and said slowly, "Young master, where did you come from? Can you ask for a drink?"

This person is really a "begging for water" routine that has not changed for a hundred years.

Jiang Yufeng only glanced at him lightly, and didn't bother to talk to this person.

He filtered out the medicinal juice with a spoon, only to feel that Fu Ming was really entangled.

It's only been a few days, and he still found it.

"Did you save that child in the house?" After a while, seeing that Jiang Yufeng was silent, he opened his mouth again.

There was a kind of coldness and strangeness immersed in the bone marrow in the smiling tone.

This made Jiang Yufeng frowned severely.

"At such a time, there is still true love in the world. It is really moving." Fu Ming walked slowly to Jiang Yufeng's side, "You want to save him? But don't forget, he is also people in this village."

"This plague was caused by you." Jiang Yufeng said coldly, but his tone was affirmative.

Fu Ming was taken aback for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders as a matter of course, and said with a smile, "Why do you know? But so what, they deserve to die, and that child, too..."

This sentence suddenly made Jiang Yufeng's heart skip a beat, he suddenly realized something, and felt a kind of anger rushing straight into his heart.

He stretched out his hand instantly, and stroked the man's neck with his fingertips.

Fuming didn't expect Jiang Yufeng to strike suddenly, and he couldn't dodge it for a while, the skin on the side of his neck was scratched a little, and blood slowly flowed down his neck.

But his smile was even bigger.

"What did you do to him?" Jiang Yufeng gritted his teeth.

"Why are you so angry all of a sudden? Because of that child? But I just did the right thing. Human nature is dirty, betrayal, bullying... What else can't they do? Wouldn't it be good to let them go? ?”

Fuming asked a little strangely, "Especially those poor children, immersed in this filthy atmosphere, they will become like this sooner or later. Isn't it what your noble family wants to do to completely cut them off?"

"You can really pretend." But Jiang Yufeng said lightly, "I see that you are about to ascend, and for your own selfish desires, you created this plague to absorb grievances. Why didn't you survive?"

This time, Fu Ming turned his head and looked at him in surprise, "Why do you know this?"

"Why?" Jiang Yufeng opened his mouth coldly, raised his hand and slashed at the man, "Because I am your old man."

But Fu Ming laughed and clasped his wrist, and the two of them fought together for a moment.

"Believe it or not, if I die, that little friend of yours will be buried with me?" Fu Ming blocked the palm wind from Jiangyu, "But you still can't kill me. It's fun to have the guts to fight me."

Jiang Yufeng took two steps back, already clenched a lightning talisman in his hand, if this person still wanted to entangle, it would be a big deal that both sides would suffer.

But this person suddenly withdrew.

"The good show hasn't come yet." Fu Ming smiled faintly, and slowly put away his hands, "I love to watch some scenes where life and death are parted and enemies become enemies. You think that if you saved him now, he will treat you in the future." Are you grateful to Dade? If you don’t have enough hearts, you will reap the consequences sooner or later.”

Jiang Yufeng was too lazy to listen to this person's nonsensical nonsense, so he kicked him, but in an instant, the person disappeared in place like a ghost.

Jiang Yufeng didn't know what the purpose of this person was, but from this point of view, it seemed that he was deliberately provoking and showing off.

This person had previously told him when the Dao of Heaven was about to come true that he had sabotaged his plan of ascension back then, so it looked like it was true.

After all, if it weren't for the current limited physical cultivation, he would have wanted to catch this man and put him in the stinky ditch to wake him up.

Not to mention seeing him open the way of heaven again, even if he really has set foot on the sky, he will drag him down from the sky.

Otherwise, any monsters and monsters can attain Taoism and become immortals.

After a cup of tea...

Jiang Yufeng gently pushed the door in with the medicine bowl in hand.

Song Bihui was still sleeping soundly in the house. Although his mental state was much better these days than the first day, he was still suffering from low-grade fever and was always lethargic.

It turned out that Jiang Yufeng only thought that he was weak, so he would not get better.

But after what Fuming said today, he suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter.

He only felt a bad premonition in his heart at the moment, and after a moment of relief, he gently lifted the quilt.

The cloth quilt suddenly slipped off Song Bihui's body.

His slender, white but scarred waist was exposed outside, but there was a black mist-like Yin Qi imprinted on his back.

plague……

He thought that Song Bihui had escaped, but he didn't think that he was just hanging by fate.

At the moment, Jiang Yufeng only felt his heart sink.

He closed his eyes tiredly, heaved a long sigh in his heart, but suddenly he stretched out his hand to touch the cloud of Yin Qi.

The moment his spiritual power approached, Yin Qi struggled restlessly and impatiently.

In less than a stick of incense, it flowed up from his fingertips to his arm.

Jiang Yufeng looked at the transferred plague at this moment, but heaved a sigh of relief.

His back was almost drenched in cold sweat, which made him feel a little uncomfortable at the moment. Just as he was about to get up and change his clothes again, there was movement on the bed.

Song Bihui turned around slowly, and gently grabbed the hem of his clothes in his sleep.

What a pity.

Jiang Yufeng reached out and brushed the hair on his forehead gently behind his ears, but there was an indescribable sadness in his heart.

Many years later, people in the world reprimanded Tianheng Xianjun as a cold and heartless person, moody and decisive, but they never knew that he had wounds that would never heal.

Then what did he, or the original him, do to Song Bihui?Why would they have such grievances after that?

The longer he stayed in this space, the more he felt that he had fallen into a wrong cognition and confusion before.

Who is he?