Tiansha Fengyun's face was gloomy, Xiaoyue frowned, Nangong sisters screamed in shock, Xueyu Wuqing's whole body trembled, and more people's reactions were unbearable and fearful, but no one dared to say anything because they were afraid of what might happen. If Shura is offended, he will be the next one to shed blood. He can inflict such inhumane insults on people without fear of system punishment, who dares to touch his evil scales.
Only Feng Yao, who usually had a soft heart like water, was strangely quiet in the face of this situation. There was no trace of pity or blame in those blurred beautiful eyes, as if everything was as it should be... or even not enough.
Weeping Blood Kuangdao took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "If our young master has offended you in any way, I will apologize to you on his behalf. Please let my young master go first... Bullying the weak is not what a man calls it."
"Bullying the weak!?" Qixue Kuangdao never thought that these words would completely arouse his anger. Feng Xiao withdrew the Shura Thorn and kicked Qixue Wuming on the head. His body was kicked out and hit the barrier around the arena. The blood tank cleared and the body slowly fell against the transparent barrier. Soon he was taken away by a burst of white light.
"What a bloody reincarnation, bullshit! Get out of here!"
The extremely disdainful voice pierced through the heart like a poisonous arrow, and the faces of more than a hundred people who rushed out of the auditorium in tears were extremely ugly. The Weeping Blood Crazy Sword didn't dare to look directly into the cold eyes, gritted his teeth, and yelled: "Let's go!"
White light flashed frequently, and the crowd gathered in front of the stage quickly disappeared. They were disgraced and the gang leader was humiliated. They had no shame to stay in this arena any longer.
"snort!"
The entire arena was eerily quiet, except for the faint cold snort of Shura before disappearing that lingered in his ears for a long time as if it had huge magic power.
One minute later, a post with a high click-through rate appeared on the Samsara forum: "Crying Blood without Inscription—The first player in Samsara to be kicked to death." 》
Long Wei, who had watched the game calmly, stood up and raised his sword eyebrows a few times, "Go and find out what grudges Shura has against the Beiming family."
"It's difficult." Wang Bo answered truthfully. Even Shura's true identity cannot be known, and it is indeed difficult to find out. Perhaps the only way to get started is to find out all the possible enemies of the Beiming family over the years.
"Try your best." Long Wei waved his hand helplessly. He has no control over the world of reincarnation.
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"ah!!!!"
The sounds of items being smashed and the roars of beasts made the servants of Beiming's family tremble with fear. They didn't dare to take a breath. A man with a calm face stood beside a middle-aged man with no expression, looking at Looking at the young master who was throwing all kinds of things like a madman, his heart was far from as calm as he appeared on the surface.
"That's enough!" The middle-aged man with a majestic face finally spoke. His voice was not loud, but there was a hint of coercion and irresistibility in his rich voice. His name is Beimingtang. The previous generation of Beiming family head, because he didn't like being involved in housework, he left everything to his son early.
The faint words made Beiming Chongyun tremble all over, and he slowly slumped to the ground, panting violently, his eyes shining with hatred scattering light like poisonous snakes.
Bei Mingtang slowly stood up and walked to him. He looked at his son with disheveled hair and no temperament expressionlessly. His bright eyes flashed with disappointment and regret, and he raised his right hand high.
Snapped!
Beiming Kuangdao was startled, but finally couldn't hold back and stepped forward to say anything. He had grown up with Beiming Chongyun, and it was the first time he saw him being slapped by his father.
This slap also completely stunned Beiming Chongyun. It took him a long time to turn his head back after being thrown away, and stared blankly at his father who had a gloomy face.
"Look at what you look like now!! A Shura in the game can beat you like this. What qualifications do you have to succeed me as the head of the Beiming family!! Shura is right, you are a waste!! I, Beiming Mingtang doesn't have a son like you!!" Bei Mingtang's chest heaved violently with rage, and his clenched hands crackled.
His father's voice rang in his ears like thunder, and his eyes finally focused. Looking at his father's eyes that were red with anger and extremely disappointed, he roared violently: "I'm not a waste! I’m not a waste!”
"Not a waste!? Then you stand up for me, and then use your own ability to defeat the person who humiliated you! Instead of venting here like a beaten dog!!!"
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A beaten and maimed dog... His father's words made Bei Ming Chongyun's heart feel as if thousands of steel needles had been pierced in an instant.
Holding on to the ground, he stood up with difficulty. Several sharp glass shards pierced his palms, creating deep wounds that were bleeding, but he seemed not to notice. His eyes and voice were even more unsettling: "Dad... don't worry, I, Bei Ming Chongyun, will definitely take back today's shame a thousand times."
The look in his eyes at this moment made Beimingtang seem to see a wild wolf that was ready to attack. He patted his shoulder with satisfaction, turned around and said, "Crazy Blade, take Chong'er to bandage it immediately."
Beiming Kuangdao quickly agreed and rushed over to hold his arm. From the moment Beiming Chongyun stood up, he vaguely felt that he had changed... from being frivolous and flamboyant to being forbearing and ruthless.
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After the wanton venting, Feng Xiao felt much relieved, and the resentment that had been silent in his heart also dissipated a little. After staying with Shui Rourou for a while, he walked out of the hall, leaning on a thick pillar at the door and looking at Chen Bing'er by the pool. The pool water that was churning with soft heat was covered with a thick layer of ice due to her proximity.
"Thinking about your sister Bing'er?" Feng Yao walked to his side and leaned against his body. For the entire afternoon, they seemed to have a mutual understanding and did not mention the matter at the martial arts tournament.
Feng Xiao smiled slightly and did not deny it, "Is there really no room for recovery in the relationship between Bing'er and her father?"
Feng Yao was silent for a while, then looked at the beautiful ice sculpture by the pool: "Her hatred for her father has been deep-rooted for so many years. It is too difficult to change, and..." She looked at him and smiled softly: "But... Is there any man she relies on more than her brother? If there is really one person who can melt the ice between her and her father, that person must be her brother."
This answer did not surprise Feng Xiao. He could vaguely feel Chen Bing'er's attachment to him, and he had thought about what Feng Yao said several times.
"What should we do about Duanmu Yiren? Are we going to confine her at home?" Feng Xiao asked another question. He vaguely regretted agreeing to her ridiculous request in a fit of enthusiasm yesterday. Once you connect her to your home, everything about you will be exposed.
"Brother will take care of it." Feng Yao kissed him lightly on the face and trotted away: "I'm going to see Sister Rourou."
"Alas, a moth flying into the flame... You should have already realized that you are imprisoned." Touching the place where the faint fragrance remained on his face, Feng Xiao muttered to himself, deciding that Duanmu Yiren's future will be long. The fate of time.
If they move, where should they go...and how can they regain the freedom of Yao'er and Ruoruo. Feng Xiao sighed helplessly, there were too many things he had to face.
List of top 16 matches:
Morning: Maple Leaf Kuanglan VS Red Flame Demonic Fire, Knife VS Hand of Doom, Soul-Destroying VS Blood-Weeping Crazy Knife, Avenger VS Demonic Wolf-Crazy. Afternoon: Xiao Tian Yijian VS Bing, Universe Invincible Good Baby VS Lian Feng Yao Meng, Hentian VS Red Flame Burning Sky, Tiansha Fengyun VS Shura.
Feng Xiao glanced casually. He had already guessed this matchup list as early as when the top 32 list was announced. On the eighth day of the martial arts tournament, tomorrow, all war zones around the world will compete for the top 16 at the same time. The Huaxia District will compete in the top 16 of Zone B in the morning, and the top 16 of Zone A in the afternoon. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the morning and afternoon games are obviously not on the same level.
This top 16 list is by no means the real top 16. Feng Xiao already has the most accurate ranking of strength in his heart.
After coaxing Rourou to sleep, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening when Fengxiao logged off, and the two girls had already taken a shower and gone to bed. The dinner on the table is still slightly steaming.
"Tomorrow, maybe there will be another member who shouldn't appear... Forget it, just think of it as making up for her. After all, I may have ruined her life."
After dinner, Feng Xiao stood on the balcony, his mind wandering... Do we really have to move? He really didn't want to make such a choice unless he had to. Because in this small villa, there are too many memories that he can't let go of.
Feng Xiao jumped lightly, jumped through the half-open window on the balcony into the two girls' room, and made no sound when he landed.