Taking advantage of the situation, he was furious and hit the man with a raised arm. He shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about? What's wrong with that!"

The man was trembling in fear. He was trembling: "Master, the wedding party was robbed, Uncle Xia was injured, and Miss Fourth, she was kidnapped!"

It was like a thunderbolt from the sky. The sky was spinning in the wind, and he fell to the ground with an earthy face. He lost his breath for a moment. He was pressed in the middle of the body by someone, and he survived in one breath. Sadness arose in his heart, and he howled: "How could it be?"

How could it be? Xia Yuqi is a martial lord, whoever dares to rob or kidnap people."

Thinking of the Xia family blaming someone, it was like being struck by lightning: "What should happen now? Who did it? Who did it?"

"Haha, haha." But there was laughter, and everyone applauded obediently, but the steward tried his best to laugh loudly. Two lines of hot tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, and mixed blood rushed down. The laughter was so sad, so sad, but

He was still so happy: "Master, can't you think of who it is!"

Chengshi Feng was horrified, and his throat trembled: "It's Lin Zhou! He dared to injure Xian Yuqi."

The manager smiled as he was about to die: "Don't you dare? Master, I'm afraid you don't know. When I rescued Lin Zhou last year, how seriously injured he was. There were so many injuries all over his body that it would have killed anyone else. But he survived.

, there’s nothing such a person wouldn’t dare to do.”

Yes, that kind of person dares to compete with death and dance with death, so what else can he not dare to do?

Riding the wind for a moment, hundreds of thoughts came to mind, and he laughed angrily: "This Lin Zhou, I have to meet him for a while. At best, he is just a warrior. I don't believe that he can be so powerful that he can be abandoned by heaven, and I don't believe that he can

Greater than Lord Wu."

The steward was exhausted. He revealed a hint of ridicule: "Sir, you think he is a Martial Lord. What if he is a Martial Lord? What if he is a Martial Emperor?"

Chengshi Feng rolled like a wooden chicken. Yes, what if Wu Jun was Wu Emperor. At this moment, Cheng Shi Feng felt heartbroken. If Zuo Wuzhou knew that Wu Jun was Wu Emperor, he would be willing to marry Cheng Qingwu.

Zuo Wuzhou. A son-in-law of a Martial Lord and an Emperor is more reliable than a son-in-law of a Martial Lord.

Although the steward's voice was weak, it had a sonorous meaning: "Sir, if Xiaozhou was Lord Wu and Emperor Wu, do you regret that you should have married the fourth lady to Xiaozhou?"

Chengshi Feng was struck to the point. He became angry and said: "What kind of ability he has, the most he can do is to be a Martial Lord. If he is a Martial Lord, then I will be a Martial Emperor."

The manager laughed and said, "That's not certain."

"Hit him, then break one of his legs and hang him on the flagpole to kill the chicken and make a monkey. I want to see today how much his Cheng Lao Liu's loyalty to my Cheng family is worth." Cheng Shi was furious.

Order.

"Whatever it's worth, it's worth my life at most. But it's not worth my backbone."

He was hung on the flagpole. But the steward didn't seem to be in pain at all. He was actually smiling, with tears in his eyes: "It's only the boat's cry of "you are old" that has saved my life."

Originally, he thought that Zuo Wuzhou was an eighth-grade person, but the gratitude and respect of the eighth-grade person was worthy of this dignity.

He was just a manager of a foreign village and a servant of the Cheng family. He was really not worth mentioning and nothing special. Until Zuo Wuzhou appeared. I respected him from the bottom of my heart. A big man with an eighth-level cultivation level respected him so much. With him.

Others are completely different.

Some people don’t know what they want until they die. Some people know what they want to pursue not long after they are born.

It wasn't until Zuo Wuzhou showed respect from the bottom of his heart that he knew what he really wanted. Bones and spine, nothing more.

Liuyuan Mu, he is the Martial Lord." He smiled proudly. In this world, there was a black-clothed Martial Lord who gave him backbone and dignity.

“It’s worth it.”

The Cheng family is worthy of being an aristocratic family. Even though they were in a panic, they still handled things in a relatively orderly manner. First of all, they sealed the news. Therefore, no outsiders knew about it for the time being.

Who could have imagined that someone would dare to provoke and anger Wu Zun, Wu Jun, or even a sect.

They waited for the wind to rush back to the city. They were in an extremely tense atmosphere as the outside of their house was tight and the inside was tight. The two warriors were thinking hard about how to solve the matter.

After a brief inquiry, he found out that Xia Yuqi had gone after him, so he breathed a sigh of relief: "So, Xia Yuqi was not injured at all. Then Lin Zhou doesn't seem to be necessarily stronger than Xia Yuqi."

Xia Yuqi is a forty-eight-year-old martial master. He is not afraid of Lin Zhou if he comes."

Chengshi Feng panicked and said nothing. Cheng Taizhong angrily shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about? If Lin Zhou is also a Soul Martial Master, and Xia Yuqi has only broken through for a few years, how can he be his opponent?"

"Xia Gongquan's life-long effort has been his son. If something happens to Qingwu, it will be fine. If something happens to his son, our Cheng family will have no way out." Cheng Taizhong was very angry, slapped the table, and said angrily: "That one is called Lin

Zhou, what’s going on?”

What was a happy event suddenly turned into a disaster. It is extremely rare that Cheng Taizhong did not get angry. It should be noted that Cheng Qingwu was robbed. The matter was of great importance. If it was not handled properly, it would really be a serious blow to Xia Gongquan.

Offended.

Cheng Shi Feng murmured in panic: "Lin Zhou was rescued from the river by Cheng Lao Liu a year and a half ago. Cheng Lao Liu said that when he was rescued, Lin Zhou had many terrible injuries. The man called himself Lin Zhou,

Claims to be an eighth-grade assassin. So, Qingwu will do it."

"That's enough!" Cheng Taizhong was furious: "Tell me something useful, who is he, what is his origin, what cultivation level he has, what is his background, is he a casual cultivator or something else."

The wind was blowing like a wooden chicken, and sweat was pouring down like rain. When did he know this?

Cheng Taizhong was furious. His old face was livid, he paced back and forth for a few steps, snorting coldly: "Is he really dancing with joy like this? He is so happy that he is not afraid of offending Lord Wu and Hongshui Sect!"

"What about the light dance party!"

Cheng Shifeng's face suddenly turned pale: "She will not leave with Lin Zhou. She will never leave. No matter how much Qingwu loves fun and loves novelty, it will only last for a while. She understands that she will never leave."

"This is the best. Luo Huozhong Shenwei was gloomy and terrifying, and he stamped his feet! "Get ready. Keep all the Zhichong... people under guard, and no one is allowed to escape. If Qing Wu is rescued, all of those people will..."

Cheng Taizhong was full of murderous intent, and he swung his sword decisively: "At that time, this matter must be completely sealed to prevent the news from leaking. He, Xia Gongquan, is the King of Wu, and he cannot afford to lose this face."

"What should I do if it doesn't work?" Cheng Feng said with trepidation.

"If it doesn't work, we must not hurt Xia Yuqi. Then, in order to calm down the Xia family's anger, in order to calm down this matter." Cheng Taizhong said with a frosty face: "Just"

"I will personally give Qingwu a ride. She committed suicide Zhenlie."

A white shadow, a yellow shadow; as fast as fire, as violent as oil, there is no room for a trace

.

In the prime of youth, Chengqingwu carries a delicate taste, but it is a feeling of Spring and Autumn, moved by the wind, flowers, snow and moon. Among all kinds of people and things, Chengqingwu is like carrying a hundred deer, there is always that

Endless fantasies and rich emotions...

In the heart of Chengqingwu, who loves romance, Feng'er is romantic, and Feng'er is the hand of a lover, so gentle and delicate.

But fire never wastes money. Love and romance are romantic, but blood is anything but romantic.

Finally, the white shadow stopped at this lakeside. The yellow shadow turned into a running object, chasing after it hard. It grabbed the ground with its very smart front paws, slid out a few steps, and landed on the lakeside.

Lying down in the green forest.

Master. I wish you good luck.

This is a beautiful lake. It is located in an excellent valley, where it is like spring all year round. Therefore, all around the valley, there are still bright mountain flowers and greenery.

It's exactly the same: the lake and the moon are harmonious, and there is no windshield on the lake surface. Looking at the color of the lake and mountains in the distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate.

"Qing Wu, it's me."

The Spring Valley, which has always been peaceful and peaceful for hundreds of millions of years, finally sounded a gentle word. The deep feeling in the word was just right in the beautiful scenery.

Cheng Qingwu stood gently on the ground, her whole body red, her red hijab had already drifted away in the wind. Her eyes were so confused, so isolated: "Ah, it's you."

Cheng Qingwu suddenly felt some panic in her heart. It was as if she recognized the man in front of her for the first time, and she trembled: "Who are you! You are not Lin Zhou. Lin Zhou only wears black clothes, he does not wear white clothes."

"It's me, it's really me." Zuo Wuzhou held back his emotions and held her little hand: "I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do for you. If you want me to steal the bride, I'm here."

"Let's go, I'll take you with me. Let's wander around the world together and explore the soul path together. We share joys and sorrows together, live and die together. You understand me, I understand you. I am like a rice dumpling in your body, and you are like a seed in mine.

In our body, it’s like one person, without each other, but with the same mind.”

Zuo Wuzhou stared at the sky with a dazed expression.

You don't like winter, so I'll bring you spring flowers. You want to be romantic, so I'll steal the bride. But if my hearts are together, nothing can stop us.

Dancing on the light is like a flower in the wind. It trembles and is silent. Every word is in my ears and in my heart, wandering around the world! Sharing joys and sorrows! Living and dying together!

In winter, the spring scenery is enchanting, and the mountain flowers are brilliant and colorful.

There is a man and a woman. The man is wearing a white shirt. The jade tree is facing the wind. He is the handsome young man.

The woman is wearing a bright red wedding robe, and her beauty is heavenly. She is just a shy girl waiting to be married.

White. White is dazzling, pale, pale.

Red, red like fire, like blood.

Zuo Wuzhou was so happy that he almost wanted to explode.

Cheng Qingwu's delicate body trembled slightly, and her pretty face under the rouge was pale. She suddenly remembered Zuo Wuzhou's horrific injuries when they first met. Wandering around the world? Sharing joys and sorrows? Living and dying together?

Fantasy is always beautiful, but when the fantasy comes true, you suddenly realize that it may not be beautiful, and it may not be as desired.

The assassin was so tragic and tragic, so beautiful in the legends of literati and poets. But it cost his life.

How romantic and exciting it is to snatch a bride, in the mind of Huaichun Chengqingwu, there is always no turning back. But that will lead to the rest of the future life.

Winter turns to spring, so dazzling and emotional. But it only gives a momentary beauty of death, miserable and withered.

It turns out that there are some people and things that can only be allowed to wander in their thoughts.

As he tasted the sweet taste of love for the first time, every hair in his mind was excited, and every pore was blooming. The taste of spring, the taste of vitality, the taste of joy that made him want to explode, overwhelmed him.

He stood still and danced with infinite joy: "Come, follow me. I will take care of you all my life."

Seeing Cheng Qingwu's dull look, Zuo Wuzhou thought: "She must be so happy that she is stunned. She must be. I want to do something she likes."
To be continued...