"Kill... You stole my childhood sweetheart a few years ago. We've known each other since we were five. Do you think this matter can be so easily forgotten?"
"What do you mean your childhood sweetheart? She's clearly my childhood sweetheart. I've known her since I was three years old."
However, she moved away later, and it took me several years to find her new home.
"Fiery Palm, you are the one who has come!"
Ah, this sounds like a strange emotional entanglement?
"Father, I'm coming to kill you!"
"You wretched brat, do you even know what filial piety is? You're handing over your life for me to practice my skills, that's my chance to show you filial piety!"
Yes, this is a case of fatherly love and filial piety.
Walking in the darkness, one by one the oil lamps in the corridor went out as Han Feiyu moved forward, until he stopped and appeared at the door of a room.
Who is it?
The footsteps attracted attention, and the warriors inside picked up their weapons and prepared for battle.
The external presence constantly changes its posture, and the door lock opens without any damage.
Gongshu Chou, the master of a thousand machines, is one of Han Feiyu's original manuscript collections.
"call……"
A fist the size of a sandbag appeared in front of me at the same moment the door opened.
He was going to smash this guy's head with one punch.
"I'll blast you away, blast you away!"
Giant Whale Fist - Blue Sky Laughs, with absolute confidence, yet his hand stopped in front of Han Feiyu.
"?"
He couldn't move. His body was paralyzed. Despite his mind constantly sending attack commands to his body, he was unable to continue moving.
The muscles and bones seemed to be fixed in place by something, completely still.
"Friend, don't be in such a hurry. How about we go inside and have a cup of tea?"
Puppet King Luo Yu, one of Han Feiyu's collections, controlled Lan Tianxiao's body by inserting specially made silkworm silk into his body and poured them both a cup of tea.
"Slurp... It's a little hot, but it's definitely good tea."
Who are you?
"Many people have asked me this question, but they are all dead."
"Uh, then I'm not curious anymore, please don't tell me, okay?"
Lan Tianxiao chose to follow his heart; true heroes are those who can bend and stretch.
As long as you live long enough, you can eventually dance on your enemy's grave.
"But I still have to say, I am the storyteller, the all-knowing scholar, the person you were talking about this morning."
"No, what the hell, Bai Xiaosheng? I said a couple of things this morning, and you came all over here tonight. Aren't you being a little petty?"
In his mind, he was cursing wildly, "Dude, are you serious?"
"Are you implying that I'm petty? Don't worry, I don't hold grudges because... I settle scores on the spot."
Han Feiyu's first sentence made Lan Tianxiao breathe a sigh of relief, but the second sentence plunged his heart into despair.
"Take a deep breath; the pain will only last for a moment."
The flickering firelight cast two shadows, one of which collapsed helplessly and was compressed to the size of a palm.
"Creak..."
Even after leaving the room, the night was still long, and he had plenty of time to have fun with his friends there.
The second watch has started, and I'll continue writing until the third watch. Let the author have dinner first.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com