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

A few days later, Song Bihui finally went to the meeting.

Jiang Yufeng watched him walking at the end alone from a distance, his back was tall and straight, but lonely, he was out of place in the noisy team, only Huai Xu occasionally came to see him.

Song Bihui's departure made Jiang Yufeng feel a sudden emptiness in his heart, and the lonely night wind still blew into his dreams, but no one came to light incense for him anymore.

"Xianjun, it's a good plan." In his mind, the voice of Fuming gnashing his teeth resounded faintly. He was suppressed by the Jiangyu wind every day for the past few days, and he couldn't break free even in his sleep.

This person's spiritual will is really much stronger than he imagined, even to the point where he doesn't hesitate to injure himself.

Fuming felt that if he could be suppressed by bone and skinning, Jiang Yufeng would pick up the knife without hesitation and calmly and do it himself on the spot.

It was he who underestimated this man.

"Do you think Song Bihui can avoid me by letting Song Bihui enter the Dream Walk? Could it be that he won't come out one day? By then..."

"At that time, I will kill you with my own hands, understand?" Jiang Yufeng's cold voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, "If not, I will die with you."

"Ah!" Fu Ming suddenly fell silent.

This is indeed something Jiang Yufeng will do.

"The master-student relationship between the two of you is not simple." Suddenly, Fu Mingxie smiled and said, "Taoism emphasizes the harmony of yin and yang, but you have unreasonable thoughts about your apprentice..."

"Come out." Jiang Yufeng suddenly interrupted his speech, and opened his mouth lightly.

"What are you doing?" Fuming appeared with a smile, but saw Jiang Yufeng kicking up, he couldn't dodge it, and was kicked to the ground, almost vomited blood.

But Jiang Yufeng was still angry, and stepped forward to kick a few times with extreme force.

Fu Ming: "..."

"What kind of dirty things do you eat every day, full of bullshit." Jiang Yufeng said lightly, and then said silently, "Forcing me to swear, Fusheng Wuliang Immortal Venerable."

Fu Ming: "..." Damn, this pair of dead sleeves.

Jiang Yufeng didn't know what Song Bihui was going through, but he knew that he was always alone in the dream walk, without anyone's help, the ghosts stared at the finalists day and night, trying to strangle them.

In the dark and harsh environment, a high degree of vigilance must be maintained day and night, and there is no food in it, so ordinary students can't hold on at all.

After Song Bihui left, Jiang Yufeng stayed in the Zangshu Pavilion day and night, almost day and night.

“仙君，等你爱徒回来我再给你演场好戏看看？”拂冥偶尔在他耳边喋喋不休，但江屿风压根不搭理他，等实在烦了，就将他提出来揍a meal.

But usually this person is like a flat-haired beast with a broken mouth, always yelling in his ears, "Xianjun, the harmony of yin and yang is the right way, let me get you a Taoist companion?"

Jiang Yufeng raised his hand and smashed the letter on Fuming's head.

"I said shut up, do you understand? If you don't understand, I will tell you to shut up completely now, understand?" His cold voice sounded.

Fu Ming: "..."

Seeing that Fuming was finally alive, Jiang Yufeng continued to annotate quietly on the scroll.

But he suddenly remembered the man's sharp and thin handwriting, and he paused slightly.

If possible, he absolutely does not want to send Song Bihui to Dream Walk.

Why did he still agree to go to the conference at that time? Obviously in his eyes, he was the one who forcibly accepted him as an apprentice, and then ignored him, made things difficult for him, insulted and scolded him in front of everyone, and now he is going to be sent to the It's like a testing ground in hell.

He came out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, but he didn't feel any warmth. Zeshan was his only obsession, but this obsession was completely shattered on the day of the ceremony.

The moment he has been looking forward to and dreaming of all these years, but what comes has never been light.

He's just sunk almost permanently into the dark quagmire.

But he walked alone in the dark night, but he always walked on the right path, never deviated half a point.

At the end of the dark night, in a place far away from him, there is a figure like moonlight.