Seeing Xia Beibei throwing all the money and not caring, Feng Jiutian curled his lips: "I'll take the money first, but I didn't bring Feng Yanwang's news file with me. When I send the news back, call The people in the Tianxiang Tower sent you a message."
Xia Beibei: ...
Seeing that a large stack of banknotes had arrived in Feng Jiutian's hands, Xia Beibei could only stare blankly, feeling like he had tricked himself.
I'm so happy, I really want to smoke people.
"Ahem, then... okay."
Thinking of Feng Jiutian's mysterious skill, Xia Beibei decided to endure it.
"Lord Feng, do you think I'm a senior client of your Tianxiang Building? You can give me some insider information! Well, just tell me about Chu Ran, what is his background?"
Xia Beibei felt that the relationship between Feng Jiutian and Chu Ran was definitely not simple, and judging from the way Chu Ran and Feng Jiutian talked that night, they should be old acquaintances.
It's just that Xia Beibei racked his brains and couldn't think of such a number one person in the world!
Chu Ran...
Seeing that Xia Beibei was very interested in Chu Ran, Feng Jiutian couldn't help but smiled slightly: "Why, you want to have sex with him too? Chu Ran...but it's very expensive."
Xia Beibei: ...
joke! My wife already has a sweetheart!
No matter how expensive he is, it's not my mother's tea.
Xia Beibei glared at Feng Jiutian: "It's fine if you don't want to say it, I don't know about it yet!"
"oh."
Feng Jiutian shrugged, took a few steps forward, and stood beside Xia Beibei. Watching the morning mist clear, the battle at the foot of the mountain became more and more brutal.
"Ye Lan, do you believe in fate?"
A deep male voice sounded, and Feng Jiutian stared at the bloody face at the foot of the mountain, and asked in a low voice.
Life
Xia Beibei was stunned for a moment, Feng Zhuzhu's thinking was too far away, she couldn't keep up with the frequency.
Fate is the most wonderful thing—
Just like Ye Lan and Le Zhengfeng.
Just like Aman and Feng Yanwang.
Everyone wants to get rid of their own destiny, but everyone's life is controlled and set, and no one can struggle.
No one in the story can control their own destiny.
Even though Xia Beibei knew that she was in the story, she still felt a sense of powerlessness——
She wanted to know the news about Feng Yanxuan, not for herself, but for Huyandian.
She even thought that her missions revolved around Le Zhengxi, so if she matched Hu Yandian and Feng Yanwang, wouldn't the missions be judged to have failed
Xia Beibei did have such an idea. She felt that every story world revolved around the protagonist, which was unfair to other people.
Especially Hu Yandian, Xia Beibei felt distressed from the bottom of his heart.
She wants to change her fate.
"I... don't want to believe in fate, I want to change fate."
Xia Beibei whispered softly.
If you don't try, you will never know if you can do it.
Hearing her words, Feng Jiutian's eyes darkened: "Have you heard the story of Tianjimen?"
"Um?"
Hearing Feng Jiutian's words, Xia Beibei was taken aback for a moment. Tianji Sect is a very old sect in the Central Plains martial arts, but it has long been submerged in the long river of history. It is said that the sect was mysteriously destroyed overnight.
"There is an old man named Tianji in the Tianji Sect. He claims to be able to see all the secrets of heaven! But it is because he foresaw the future and tried to change the future, but in the end... all his families were slaughtered."
Feng Jiutian turned sideways lightly, his narrow eyes fixed on Xia Beibei's face: "People can do everything they can to change their own destiny, this is called self-improvement! But, remember, don't easily change the destiny of others. "
You can never really know what other people want.
No one in this world can completely feel another person's life, even if... your soul is attached to that person, everything you do is habitually using your own thinking to interpret and survive …
Hearing Feng Jiutian's words, Xia Beibei was stunned for a while.
She pondered thoughtfully for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Feng Jiutian, what on earth are you..."
Xia Beibei's words stopped halfway, because the side around her was already empty. Feng Jiutian had already disappeared without a trace.
Feng Jiutian...
who are you
Was the familiar aura I felt at that moment just my own illusion
**
Because of Hu Yandian's injury last night, the morale of the Blood Clothes Sect disciples dropped a lot on the battlefield today. In order to boost morale, Hu Yandian and Xia Beibei joined the battlefield together, and the two of them combined their swords and immediately killed all directions!
Seeing that the people from the Blood Clothes Sect were getting more and more brave, the members of the Wulin League had no choice but to ask Feng Yan to take action again. At this time, in their eyes, Feng Yan was like a god of war, simply unrivaled!
After yesterday's battle, Feng Yanwang didn't shirk this time. With his joining, everyone in the Wulin League felt as if they had been beaten to death, and their morale was immediately boosted.
In this way, the battle continued for another day and night, the reinforcements from the Wulin League had arrived, and countless people from the Xueyimen were killed or injured.
This is a martial arts dispute that was doomed long ago.
Since ancient times, evil has prevailed over good.
In fact, Hu Yanzhan had already anticipated the demise of the Blood Clothes Sect. She knew that no matter how strong she was, she was no match for the tens of thousands of righteous martial artists.
On the night of the third day, the entire Bloody Clothes Gate was in a mess.
Many people died in battle, and some simply fled while taking advantage of the chaos.
"Alan."
Hu Yandian called Xia Beibei to her room. She took off her mask and looked at Xia Beibei with a smile on her face: "Alan, the bloody door can't be kept. This day has finally come."
"Master..."
Feeling the indifference and freedom in Hu Yandian's tone, Xia Beibei suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Sect Master, do you want to keep the green hills alive? Why don't we leave here together!"
Xia Beibei raised her hand and grabbed Hu Yandian's palm. Her hand was unusually cold.
"No."
Hu Yandian pulled out his hand: "I want to live and die with the Blood Clothes Sect, so... I have finally lived up to my mother's expectations. As for you... Alan, let's go!"
"No, I'm not leaving! I want to be with you... I..."
Xia Beibei wanted to say something, but suddenly felt dazzled: "Master, you..."
"Alan, you should rest."
Hu Yandian sighed, and looked at Xia Beibei tenderly.
These years, relying on his own perseverance and mutual encouragement with A Lan, Hu Yandian has made it to where he is today step by step.
She thought about the scene of the destruction of the Blood Clothed Gate time and time again.
She is not afraid of death, but she is reluctant to let Ah Lan die.
"Leave the blood-clothed door and hide your name. Alan, you deserve a better life, you..."
Hu Yandian's tone was slightly choked up.
She knew that Ah Lan had entrusted her life and everything to the Blood Clothes Sect, and she was willing to live and die with the Blood Clothes Sect.
However, this should not be her life, she did not belong to the martial arts world.
That year, that winter, if her mother hadn't brought Alan back, Alan might have been taken in by an ordinary couple, living an ordinary life, getting married and having children, and living a peaceful life.