Chapter 29 After abandoning the rebellious villain 29 The man under him is his master...
Fu Wei had a bad feeling, especially when Feng Weiyu asked him who he bought the candy for.
And what about that so-called apprentice?
Why had he never heard Chu Xiangzhi mention it?
The first day of the competition was over. Chu Xiangzhi had been waiting for Fu Wei to come back for a long time and was about to go look for her in person when Fu Wei came back.
He went up to him happily: "Senior Brother——"
Unexpectedly, Fu Wei asked, "Have I ever accepted a disciple?"
Chu Xiangzhi's heart tightened, and he forced a smile: "Who told Brother?"
Fu Wei: "Don't worry about that. Just tell me, is he still alive?"
Chu Xiangzhi sighed deeply: "Dead."
Feng Weiyu is right.
Fu Wei tightened her grip on Tang's hand: "How did he die?"
Prime Minister Chu knew: "He died in the battle at Que Mountain while sealing the Ghost King."
Fu Wei: "That's it?"
Chu Xiangzhi: "That's it."
Fu Wei: "What's his name?"
Chu Xiangzhi: "Feng Lingwu."
Feng family?
Fu Wei: "Okay, I understand."
After saying that, Fu Wei planned to go back to her room to rest.
Chu Xiangzhi stopped Fu Wei and lowered his head, saying, "Brother, are you blaming me? I didn't tell you everything because I was afraid you'd be upset. Brother, please don't be angry, okay?"
Fu Wei shook his head. "I'm not angry. I'm just a little tired. I want to go back and rest. If there's anything else, we can talk about it tomorrow."
Chu Xiangzhi: "Okay."
But when Fu Wei returned to her residence, she couldn't fall asleep.
If he had an apprentice, this apprentice should be very important to him, then it would explain why he used forbidden techniques. But why did Feng Lingwu still die even with the Huan Ling Curse?
It's obvious that the Huanling Curse can transfer almost 100% of the damage.
Fu Wei couldn't understand.
He formed seals with his hands and pressed his solar plexus. Two streams of spiritual power rushed straight to his spiritual sea. He tried to awaken his memory.
However, his real body was damaged, and the painting was still entangled with the backlash of the Huan Ling Curse. His sea of consciousness could not withstand such torment. The slightest movement caused his blood to surge, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Fu Wei lay on the bed, his butterfly wings flapping as if ready to fly. He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, his eyes filled with gloomy emotions.
What exactly happened in Queshan seven years ago?
Why did he feel so heartbroken? Why was it that every time he saw Chu Xiangzhi, they were no longer as close as they were a thousand years ago?
Why did he feel like he couldn't breathe and the pain went deep into his bones when he thought of the name Feng Lingwu?
Fu Wei felt he couldn't think this way anymore. His Dantian and Sea of Consciousness were in a mess. So Fu Wei sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and meditated, regulating himself.
But what he didn't expect was that as soon as he closed his eyes, his consciousness seemed to fall into a bottomless abyss, sinking deeper and deeper, as if something was swallowing him up.
The window was wide open, and a wisp of black air floated in. In the blink of an eye, a tall figure appeared in the originally empty room.
If it was the Fu Wei from before, he would definitely recognize him immediately as his disciple.
Feng Lingwu is no longer the same as before. Now he is shrouded in ghostly aura, with blood-red robes spread out, full of depression and dullness. His pair of dark eyes seem to hide a wild beast. Just standing there makes people feel creepy and scared.
He stared at the unconscious person on the bed and sneered. He sat in front of Fu Wei and gently lifted Fu Wei's chin with his slightly rough fingertips, revealing her snow-white neck.
It was soft and fragile, like the finest white jade, smooth and delicate. With just a little force, Feng Lingwu could break Fu Wei's neck.
That way he could get revenge.
But Feng Lingwu didn't. He stretched out his hand and traced Fu Wei's eyebrows and eyes.
Snow-white eyebrows, snow-white eyelashes, snow-white long hair.
A slightly pale complexion, light pink lips, and that lingering faint fragrance.
The person in front of him was more obedient than ever before, lying in his arms with his eyes closed, as if he would not refuse no matter what he did to him.
Instead of killing him directly for revenge, Feng Lingwu seemed to have found other ways to take revenge on his good master.
for example……
Possess him.
Anyway, he is neither human nor ghost, Fu Wei has abandoned him, and they can never go back to the past. In this case, why should he still feel pity and gratitude for him?
Stroking the pale pink lips, Feng Lingwu's eyes gradually became scorching. He pinched the back of Fu Wei's neck and lowered his head to kiss her.
Unfortunately, it was just a little bit off.
Because Fu Wei opened his eyes, he gathered his strength and attacked Feng Lingwu without hesitation.
Feng Lingwu didn't dodge and took the blow head on.
Fu Wei's figure flashed, and she was no longer on the bed, but standing at the door, looking at him with cold eyes, with golden light flashing on her body, ready to attack at any time.
Fu Wei: “How outrageous!”
A trace of regret flashed across Feng Lingwu's eyes, and he said slowly, "It's quite presumptuous."
He hadn't seen it clearly before, but now that he saw it, Fu Wei suddenly felt that the person in front of him looked familiar. He was moved and asked, "Who are you?"
Feng Lingwu whispered, "Guess."
Then he pressed forward towards Fu Wei. Fu Wei summoned her weapon, but Feng Lingwu ignored her and let the oil-paper umbrella press against her chest.
The smile faded, revealing the gloom and hatred in his eyes. Feng Lingwu grabbed the umbrella and sneered, "What? Killing me once seven years ago wasn't enough. Seven years later, Master is planning to kill me again with his own hands?"
When these words were spoken, Fu Wei was shocked and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.
"Are you... Feng Lingwu?"
Feng Lingwu sneered: "Master, long time no see, have you missed me all these years?"
Fu Wei's hands were shaking.
He actually felt a little scared.
He was afraid that it was really as Feng Lingwu said, that he had killed him, but he seemed to be more afraid that the person in front of him was not his apprentice.
No matter which result it was, he seemed unable to accept it.
Just when Fu Wei was distracted, Feng Lingwu grabbed the umbrella and pulled it hard. Fu Wei staggered into his arms. The weapon fell to the ground with a "bang" and his chin was pinched and lifted up by Feng Lingwu.
"What are you doing..."
Feng Lingwu curled his lips and smiled: "Master hasn't answered my question yet, do you miss me?"
Fu Wei didn't know how to answer. His mind was a mess and he couldn't make sense of it.
His mind told him that he should beat the evil ghost to death, but his body told him that he couldn't attack him and he could still endure it.
Fu Wei turned away and said with a stern face, "I don't remember you, and I don't know what happened seven years ago. If I have done anything wrong to you, I will have to wait until I regain my memory. If you touch me again, I will not be polite to you."
"So this is considered physical contact, what if I do this?"
After saying that, Feng Lingwu raised his finger and actually tore open Fu Wei's waist belt.
Without the restraint of the waist belt, Fu Wei's collar spread out, revealing her pair of jade-white collarbones.
For many years, no one dared to offend him like this, and this person kept saying that he was his apprentice. Fu Wei felt like his head exploded.
"Go away!"
Fu Wei suddenly pushed Feng Lingwu away, and the spiritual power in his hand moved slightly. The waist belt returned to his hand and he tied it back. The oil-paper umbrella flew back into his hand, and he pointed at Feng Lingwu with murderous intent.
"No matter what happened seven years ago, it's not a reason for you to do anything to me."
Even if this person is his apprentice, he cannot offend him like this.
Feng Lingwu curled his lips and smiled: "Fu Wei, I really want to see, if you knew what you did to me, would you still say these words?"
Fu Wei kept a stern face and said nothing, obviously not believing Feng Lingwu anymore.
Feng Lingwu didn't say much and clapped his hands. The surrounding scene began to blur and was gradually replaced by an unfamiliar scene. But in the blink of an eye, they arrived in a fantasy world.
To be precise, it was Queshan seven years ago.
Without waiting for Fu Wei to speak, he looked up and saw that on the huge altar, he had beaten Zhu Jiuyin to death. The next second, he found that Feng Lingwu and Chu Xiangzhi were trapped in two formations.
Fu Wei's heart twitched, and he felt a heart-wrenching pain, and even his body was shaking.
He saw Feng Lingwu looking at him with hope in his eyes, hoping that he could save him, but he just said sorry and chose to save Chu Xiangzhi without hesitation, picking up Chu Xiangzhi and walking out step by step.
Fu Wei watched helplessly as his own figure left resolutely without looking back, and also watched helplessly as Feng Lingwu kept roaring, his eyes filled with blood and tears, his fingertips digging into the ground and bleeding. He frantically tried to untie the restraints and wanted to follow him, but he was pulled out by the formation again and again, and even hit his head against the ground with blood.
He roared like a desperate beast.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't abandon me?"
"Fuwei, you lied to me, you lied to me..."
The constant accusations and questions were so overwhelming that it was hard to breathe. However, he didn't dare to look back. After a while, he said, "Feng Lingwu, I have failed you in this life. If you can survive today, come and kill me."
As the Suzaku Gate sounded the alarm, overwhelming red light illuminated the entire sealed area, and the sealing formation was completely broken. Fu Wei saw black air swirling in the sky, and countless ghostly spirits and resentments entangled around Feng Lingwu. They came towards Feng Lingwu with their bloody mouths wide open, tearing at Feng Lingwu's flesh and blood.
But compared to the physical pain, it is the endless psychological and spiritual torture.
It's like the end of the world here.
Fu Wei didn't know how he felt. His heart kept twitching and he even felt desperate. He tried to tell himself that all this was fake and that Feng Lingwu had lied to him.
But a voice in his heart kept reminding him.
Look, Fuwei, this is your fault.
He could no longer hold the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and it fell to the ground. He staggered a few steps and finally half-knelt beside Feng Lingwu in the illusion. Looking at Feng Lingwu's bloody cheek, he endured the tearing pain and stretched out his hand, unable to resist wanting to wipe the blood for him, but his hand froze there and he dared not move.
The Fenglingwu in the illusion was still roaring and in despair, as if thousands of knives were stabbing Fu Wei's heart.
In reality, Feng Lingwu walked slowly towards Fu Wei. He looked down at Fu Wei, and Fu Wei looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. He didn't say anything, but the emotions in his eyes revealed all his thoughts.
Is this true or false?
This was the first time Feng Lingwu looked down at Fu Wei. He thought he would feel refreshed and happy, but when he saw this man so embarrassed and confused, with broken eyes, he couldn't help but feel distressed.
Feng Lingwu: "Fuwei, Master..."
"Did you see this? You gave me all this..."
"Why didn't Chu Xiangzhi dare to tell you? Why did everyone hide it from you? It's because you completely abandoned me for him. I spent many years in darkness in Queshan, tortured by those ghosts and resentments every day. Do you know how desperate I was?"
"You know how much I wish you could come and save me, but you didn't..."
Fu Wei panted, trying to calm himself down. He bit his lip and said, "Give me some time, I will remember it, and I will find out what happened seven years ago. If...if all this is true, I will compensate you. Whatever you want, I will give it to you."
He already believed it, but he still wanted to find out the truth himself, because there must be other unknown things happening here. However, no matter what, he would give Feng Lingwu an explanation.
Feng Lingwu licked his lips, pulled Fu Wei up from the ground, and held him tightly in his arms, saying playfully, "Okay, I want to see how you give me an explanation, how you give an explanation to a disciple who has become a fierce ghost."
"Give me some time..."
Fu Wei's illusion dissipated like flowing water. Feng Lingwu stroked Fu Wei's pale cheek. Looking at the dazed look in front of him, he lowered his head and whispered in Fu Wei's ear, threateningly, "You can ask for time, but don't let me see Master and Chu Xiangzhi fighting again, okay? Otherwise, I will really kill someone."
Without waiting for Fu Wei to refute, Feng Lingwu bit Fu Wei's neck.
The canine's fangs bit Fu Wei's skin, drawing blood in one bite. Fu Wei struggled subconsciously in pain, but Feng Lingwu pushed her onto the bed, pressed her body down with one knee, and grabbed her wrists and pinned them on both sides of her head, making her unable to move.
Feng Lingwu didn't let go of Fu Wei until he had vented enough. He looked at the clear bleeding tooth marks in front of him, felt the person under him trembling slightly, and finally felt a sense of revenge in his heart.
The collar was open, revealing a small piece of jade-like chest. The blood beads on the neck made Fu Wei look even more icy and graceful. Feng Lingwu's eyes were deep, and the anger in his heart dissipated a little. He gently licked the soft neck and swallowed all the blood beads.
This tastes so good.
The person under him is his master and will become his wife in the future.
"Master, you'd better behave yourself. After all, even if the four major families were combined, they might not be able to defeat me."
Feng Lingwu's body turned into black mist and dissipated, leaving behind the embarrassed Fu Wei.
He covered the wound on his neck, his mind was in a mess, but there was only one thing he was very clear about:
That is, when Feng Lingwu goes crazy, no one can really restrain him. If we don't figure it out as soon as possible and let Feng Lingwu continue like this, he may very likely become the next Zhu Jiuyin.
By then, the world will be in chaos.
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