In the world of snowy clouds, eating the word "one" is particularly important, especially after meeting Feng Wuxin, the food that Feng Wuxin cooks is unique to him alone.

Now a group of people who suddenly appeared wanted to occupy his food and dreamed!

"Eleventh Junior Brother, as the saying goes, good things should be shared, come on, it's good to serve some food."

Qingfeng smiled like a flower and wanted to serve the rice from the rice bucket that Xue Yunhan was holding, but was shocked by Xue Yunhan's gaze.

Forget it!

If you have no food, you will be satisfied with eating food.

Just as Qingfeng picked up the chopsticks to pick up the food, a pair of chopsticks picked up the food under Qingfeng's chopsticks.

"Eleventh Junior Brother, you are too much, don't force your senior brother to take action."

In an instant, the war spread.

Qingfeng Zhuyue and others entered the table of food at a certain level that ordinary people could not see clearly. At the beginning, although Qingfeng and others had the advantage in numbers, Xue Yunhan was not easy to mess with. I had a bucket of food in my hands. I grabbed a plate of food and poured it into the bucket.

After that, he looked at Qingfeng and others with pride. His expression was very sarcastic, as if he was provoking everyone.

Just fight him!

Why!

Feng Wuxin, who was sitting by the side with a bowl, watched the table flying around and sighed, calmly picked up a chopstick of vegetables and put them in the bowl, and ate this supper that was destined to be extraordinary.

"What are the twelve junior sister thinking?"

It seemed that Feng Wuxin had something to do. Qingfeng wiped the oil stains on his mouth and asked Feng Wuxin what he was thinking.

"Are you thinking about how to go to Metacommunity?"

Qingfeng's words made Feng Wuxin raise his head, his beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned, and his eyes were a little alert and confused.

Qingfeng also saw the defensive intention in Feng Wuxin's eyes and smiled casually.

"Don't worry, if Di Yunshan wants to plan the story of immortality, he will not accept you as a little trouble."

Although Qingfeng still doesn't understand why Master accepted Feng Wuxin as his disciple, since Master did this, there must be some truth.

"I know what you are going to go to Yuanyang to do, and I guessed the way that Master Qingmo told you about the way to go to Yuanyang. This is also the reason why you came to Diyun Mountain to practice and prepare to enter the world of cultivation. It's right."

Feng Wuxin did not refute Qingfeng's words.

Just as Qingfeng said, she wanted to practice in Diyun Mountain and enter the realm of cultivation, and then go to the Netherworld Purgatory of Yuanyang. But after so long, she has just become an inner disciple of Diyun Mountain.

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and the scene of Jiang Moyi falling into the Netherworld Purgatory appeared in front of him.

Feng Wuxin took a breath and couldn't help but clench his fists, and the expression in his red eyes was even brighter.

"Don't worry, with the skills of immortality in your body and your qualifications, my senior brother believes that you will do something."

The breeze soothes Feng Wuxin, perhaps because he felt sorry for everything such a woman did for her beloved, and she felt a little sympathy in her heart.

"Actually, if you want to go to Metacommunity, there is another more straightforward way, which is to win the first place in the battle for the sky list four years later, and you can go to the center of Metacommunity."

“Win first?”

"Yes, the number one place in every battle on the Tianlist will be sent to the center of Meta-Community, where you will find the most rare magic weapon, the most precious medicinal materials, and the most profound and superior treasure books. In short, it is a good place that everyone wants to go."

Qingfeng said this point that Jiang Qingmo had never said. At the time of Jiang Kingdom, Luo Yujun's letter of war before leaving was the battle of the Heavenly List four years later. Jiang Qingmo did not tell Feng Wuxin that the first place in the battle for the Heavenly List would be sent to Yuan Kong, but only said two ways

One is to violate the oath of heaven and earth. Of course, this method is extremely dangerous and cannot be

try.

The second is that when you reach a certain level, you can naturally go to the Meta-community and go to the Netherworld Purgatory.

Compared with the former, the second method is more secure, but this is also delaying time. Jiang Qingmo is even more concerned about Feng Wuxin's safety.

He believed that Jiang Moyi would not die easily in the Netherworld Purgatory.

"I want to win first."

Feng Wuxin firmly believed in it and worked hard to win the first place in the sky list.

The light radiated in her red eyes was extremely bright, so bright that it made people feel that what she said was not a joke.

Just as Feng Wuxin was talking to Qingfeng, the dishes on the table had been cleaned up. Qingfeng's chopsticks habitually fell, and all they could catch was air.

Looking at everything that was empty and the shiny plates that were licking, Qingfeng cursed the beast with a gloomy face.

The silver light of the moon shrouded the entire Diyun Mountain.

On the second floor of the leisurely and elegant residence, Feng Wuxin was wrapped in a quilt and stared at the moonlight outside the window.

Jiang Moyi's figure appeared in front of him again.

The slender Danfeng eyes raised slightly, the smile in her eyes was gentle and doting, and the words "Madam" evoked the pain deep in Feng Wuxin's heart.

"Damn, did I dig the tomb of your 18 generations of ancestors?"

With a curse, Feng Wuxin turned over and closed her eyes.

At this time, she had already blurred deep in her heart, and she didn't know whether the feelings for Jiang Moyi were love, hate, or anything else.

But no matter what it is, she will catch this bastard from the Netherworld Purgatory.

Her child's death, Brother Lie's death cannot be forgotten so easily.

absolute!

It's a dream.

The white flower sea world once again enveloped Feng Wuxin.

I don’t know how long it took, and I don’t know how long it took that she hadn’t appeared in this world of flowers.

White petals floated, still the familiar majesty, still the familiar flower tree.

Feng Wuxin walked towards the flower tree, sat down with his back against the trunk, and looked into the boundless white world.

At this time, a black figure appeared out of thin air and appeared behind Feng Wuxin.

The black figure couldn't see clearly, and could only see him slowly stretching out his hand, stretching his slender fingertips forward, trying to touch Feng Wuxin's white, but his fingertips passed through Feng Wuxin's body.

As if he felt something, Feng Wuxin suddenly turned around and looked.

The more familiar feeling surrounds the heart, but when the moment I look back, there is nothing behind me.

"Is it...an illusion?"

Maybe it's an illusion.

She just felt Jiang Moyi appear behind her.

Taking a breath slowly, Feng Wuxin sneered at his sensitivity.

She still remembered what the little girl said, she had a sense of Jiang Moyi, and could sense whether he was in peace or in the Netherworld Purgatory.

"Jiang Moyi, your life is mine, and you will not die without my permission."

Feng Wuxin's voice echoed in the white world of flowers, echoing over and over again.

The white petals drifted into the distance with the breeze mixed with Feng Wuxin's voice. In a vague way, the wind seemed to be responding to something, but it disappeared in a flash and disappeared without a trace.
Chapter completed!