"Hateful people must be pitiful." Fang Zhiliang's feelings towards Zhao Qi were quite complicated, with hatred, pity, and regret, and said, "Then Zhao Qi was a kind person, but he was hurt too deeply by his close relatives, so he went to depravity."

"How many people are not pitiful." Zhou Nianping had a cold smile on his lips, "I said that I have little sympathy and there is no need to waste it on Zhao Qi. I will not let anyone go of my mother's enemy, including..."

He suddenly stopped, his hands clenched into fists, and a strong sense of regret floated on his face.

Fang Zhiqiang said: "It was because his father had no way to survive that he became what he is today. It doesn't make sense for him to pay his father's debts and sons to pay it."

"Sorry, Senior Sister wants to let him go. Judging from the current situation, he must have colluded with Xue Honglian."

Fang Zhiliang shook his head and said, "I'm not trying to let him go, but I'm just having a new understanding of my own destiny. I used to be self-pity and thought that fate was unfair to me. In fact, Lin Zhen'er said something very right. God has not given me a dead end. My relatives have always kept protecting me, so that my heart has not completely cooled down. Zhao Qi's side who has not awakened his conscience is getting deeper and deeper in the quagmire."

She stood up, walked out, suddenly stopped, turned around and smiled slightly, "The same is true for you, you have always been guarding you. Even if you don't have the chance, you have to create opportunities to let you get out of the quagmire. I hated you for a long time and complained for a long time, and now I can realize that no matter what kind of identity you live in the world, the word "cherishing" should be kept in my heart."

Zhou Nianping was stunned for a moment, "What does senior sister mean?"

Fang Zhiliang said: "Smart people, don't be stubborn, cherish their relatives and themselves."

Zhou Nianping couldn't help but feel confused. Fang Zhiqiang had been away for a long time, but he could not calm down.

"Senior Brother." Mu Changfeng felt sad for Zhou Nianping and wanted to comfort him.

Zhou Nianping roared angrily: "Get out." Without saying a word, he bombarded Mu Changfeng withered, threw himself on the stone gate, and hurried in the corner and drank wildly again.

He slept until midnight, and a burst of weapons and swords came from outside the door. Zhou Nianping woke up with a sudden sense of excitement. When he opened the stone gate, he saw that Mu Changfeng was holding the Chixiao sword in his hand and the monk was holding a Zen stick in his hand. It was difficult to distinguish.

"I saw a ghost in the middle of the night, so I won't let you sleep." Zhou Nianping got angry and kicked him to the ground while the monk was unprepared.

The monk fell four feet towards the sky, his Zen stick flew away from his hands, and his head hit the wall heavily, but he jumped up without knowing the pain, making a roar like a beast from his mouth, and his palms flew towards Mu Changfeng and Zhou Nianping.

A slight ringtone rang, clear and pleasant, ethereal and distant, and Bai Yu appeared quietly with the ringtone. When the monk heard the ringtone, he immediately calmed down, as if he had heard some kind of call. He walked behind Bai Yu in mechanical steps and stood respectfully.

"Stirrible Demon." Zhou Nianping roared with gritted teeth, "What are you thinking about? You want to control him to kill us and be your dream of spring and autumn."

"Senior brother, don't be impatient. If he wants to use this method to kill us, why should he stop it?"

Zhou Nianping tried his best to calm himself down, and suddenly said, "My good junior brother, have you been guarding my door? Are you afraid that I will find a hemp rope to tie my neck?"

Mu Changfeng said: "I was resting against the stone gate when I suddenly felt a murderous aura. When I opened my eyes, I saw the master hitting my Zen Staff at my Heavenly Spirit Cap."

Zhou Nianping stomped his feet and shouted, "Plague Demon, come here with me, what's going on?"

Bai Yu glanced at the monk behind him and said, "You are quite knowledgeable about medical principles, have you heard of schizophrenia?"

Zhou Nianping suddenly realized, looked at the monk in surprise, and said, "Are you talking about him?"

Bai Yu said, "I blame me for this matter. I had ulterior motives to approach him. I had ulterior motives. Some ill-gotten people wanted to harm the Shuize Divine Beast. Brother Ziyan was seriously injured in protecting the Divine Beast. At this time, I found that his serious injury gradually changed his temperament, full of love but unsuccessful hatred, hated Qin Yiluo, hated Xiao Yi, hated Qixia Town, and would forget everything after his injuries were healed."

Mu Changfeng said: "You used the master's illness to control him with magic sound, secretly took out the metal box, cultivated filthy vines for you, and buried them in the old house of the Lin family."

“That’s exactly that.”

Mu Changfeng pulled Zhou Nianping's sleeve and complained to the monk: "The master was really not pretending to be stupid and amnesia that day, he really didn't remember it."

Zhou Nianping said: "Is it because his junior brother borrowed his spiritual power?"

Bai Yu nodded: "That's right."

Mu Changfeng said: "I have returned it."

Bai Yu said: "This time the disease is different from before. In my opinion, he is about to be swallowed by another self."

Zhou Nianping smiled gloatingly. The mountain top was cold, but he was swaying the silver fan happily, "For one thousand five hundred years, you can cultivate virtue and self-cultivation, and you will cultivate this virtue. If you can't get what you love in your heart, you won't be like this. I want me to say, since you have shaved three thousand worries, you have waxing all your greed, anger, ignorance, love, hatred, and hatred. What is this? This is the lice on the bald man's head, which is even more disgusting, hahaha."

"Have you laughed enough?" Fang Zhiqiang rushed over immediately after hearing the sound of weapons. He hid in the dark and heard the master's secret. He immediately glared at Zhou Nianping with grief and said, "The most urgent thing is to help him wake up. Don't talk."

"Yes, yes, yes, let him wake up." Zhou Nianping laughed hard and said, "I suspect that he gave his junior brother the wrong medicine. If he didn't wake up, who would give his junior brother the right medicine?"

Mu Changfeng was helpless, "How did you know that he gave me the wrong medicine?"

"It's very simple. I did this in a confused way back then. I mistakenly treated mint as aquamarine. It made the acute patient feel cold in his throat. Mint is non-toxic and it's not a big deal. If I mistakenly made the aconite yellow, wouldn't it be a life-threatening person? Haha."

Fang Zhiliang looked embarrassed and coughed lightly.

In fact, this stupid thing was done by Fang Zhiliang. He grabbed the wrong medicine at Yulong Pavilion at midnight and was sleepy when he was sleepy, which became the laughing stock of the disciples in the Pavilion. Grandpa once scolded her for this.

Zhou Nianping smiled and helped the monk into the stone house, asking Bai Yu: "Is there a solution if I am old, can I not die?"

"What did you call me?"

"I am blessing you, longevity and heaven, immortality, don't be ungrateful."

Regarding the ability to bicker, Bai Yu was no match for Zhou Nianping at all. He asked viciously: "Don't you?"

"Thank you for treating me as an omnipotent god. Why do you want me to solve the mess you have caused?"
Chapter completed!