Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

There was a stone table under the tree, and tea on the table. Han Yancui poured Luo Hou some slightly cool tea.

"To be honest, this book is very important to me, and it is not convenient for me to lend it out."

"I will only borrow it for a few days, and return it to you after I have copied it."

Han Yancui shook her head again: "I'm sorry."

"What if I could grant you your wish?"

"Does the Martial Lord know what my heart desires?"

Luo Hou tapped his fingers lightly on the table and uttered four words: "Six-petaled drifting mist."

“You really do know!”

"How?"

Han Yancui was overjoyed. Nothing was more important than waking Xiangling: "If you can fulfill my wish, I will give you this book."

Luo Hou did not drink the tea in his cup, but stood up and said, "Go and wait for me at Liu Chu Piao Ying."

Then it turned into light and disappeared.

Han Yancui gazed at a white streak on the horizon, lost in thought.

Suddenly, a fox-like face peeked out from her shoulder: "Xiao Cui, that person is terrifying."

"Oh?"

"He was staring at me the whole time, he must have noticed me."

"Have it?"

"Xiao Cui, don't go with him."

"Speak up."

Han Yancui patted the fox's head and sent the little fox back.

Luo Hou left Xiangyue Residence and headed straight for Hanse Mountain House, arriving in no time.

"My feet tread out of the flames of war, my hands grasp destruction, my name is Rahu."

It's unclear whether Fengxiu, who was so angry that he vomited blood, is currently scheming in the pavilion or lying in bed recuperating.

The answer soon became known.

Fengxiu, dressed in purple and waving a purple fan, walked out of the pavilion.

Naturally, he would no longer offer Luo Hou tea.

"What's the matter?"

A cold tone, a cold face.

"Come with me to the Six-Peaked Clouds."

"reject."

“Fengxiu, I will kill someone for you, and you will awaken that stone statue for me.”

"The person I wanted to kill has been saved by you."

"The other person, whom I'm sure you'll find very interesting, is the Triumphant Marquis of the Fire Prison."

Having arranged for the Kingdom of Death, it's time to send troops to the Burning House of Buddhas and Prisons. It's time to eliminate the spies left behind in the Land of Suffering.

War is about catching people off guard.

Feng Xiu's expression shifted. He was the Marquis of Triumph, one of the three dukes of the Fire House Buddhist Prison. He had outstanding achievements and was known as invincible. He was a core figure in the Buddhist Prison.

"Is the Victorious Marquis in dire straits?"

"Of course."

"Who is he?"

"Your good friend, Master Fuyingzhai."

Feng Xiu's expression finally changed, and he looked at Luo Hou in shock: "How could it be him!"

"Because you're easy to fool."

Luo Hou watched Feng Xiu's face change from red to black, from black to green, then from green to white, before finally calming down.

He still refused: "I will handle the matter of the Marquis of Triumph personally. You may return."

"I've told you all the secrets, there's no reason for me to leave empty-handed."

"Luo Hou, what do you want?"

“Fengxiu, if you don’t come with me to Liuchu Piaoying, I will kill Master Fuying right now.”

"Whether you kill him or not is up to you."

Psychological warfare.

Luo Hou turned and left, heading straight for Fu Ying Zhai.

The moment Luo Hou stepped into Fu Ying Zhai, Feng Xiu caught up with him: "Luo Hou, she's just a woman. I'll accompany you on your journey through the Six Realms."

Hearing the noise, the little rabbit hopped out and exclaimed with delight, "Uncle Fengxiu is here!"

"Little Rabbit, go back and tell the Master that the weather has been unpredictable lately, so don't go out easily to avoid getting caught in the rain."

The little rabbit looked up at the sky and saw a clear blue sky. Where was the weather bad?

She was about to retort when the doorway was deserted.

Chapter 68 Xiangling is resurrected, Nanfeng's dream is shattered.

Two orbs of light flew one after the other in the clouds.

"Luo Hou, you have changed a lot. Perhaps the soul inside your body has already been replaced."

"Is it like the wedge that possesses the divine source of the Tower of Compassion, constantly changing its appearance?"

Six petals drift in the mist.

The south wind is not blowing, and I have no heart to paint today. I rest my chin on my hand and stare blankly at the stone statue.

Suddenly, Rahu arrived.

Nanfeng jumped up, about to question him, when he noticed that Luo Hou was followed by a man and a woman.

The woman held a silk umbrella, looking beautiful and elegant.

male.

male?

Dressed in a purple robe, waving a purple fan, he exuded elegance.

He was clearly handsome and refined, yet Nanfeng Bujing found him glaringly irritating, even more so than Luo Hou.

"The Six-Petaled Rainbows do not welcome you, get out!"

Nanfeng Bujing raised his palm and struck out, the violent aura seemingly about to tear apart the people in front of him.

Han Yancui twisted her slender waist, dodging the palm strike.

Luo Hou stood still, as the palm wind flew past him.

The man in purple robes, however, rode the wind and stood suspended in mid-air before the stone statue.

"You're not allowed to touch her!"

The south wind rushed over, intending to smash the man in purple robes to pieces.

But Luo Hou grabbed him and said, "This is my answer to you. Don't you want to know the truth of the matter? Or do you lack the confidence to accept this result?"

"I don't believe it!"

Fengxiu bit her middle finger, and the blood mist, carried by the wind, dyed the maple leaves that emerged from it crimson.

"All things respond to each other in yin and yang, yet the path of the world is skewed to the extreme. After enduring frost, one naturally possesses the ambition to soar to the clouds; do not be a flower that fawns and flatters others."

With autumn leaves as the guide and passionate blood as the medium, the ancient slumbering spell was broken, and the stone statue began to slowly melt.

Maple leaves fell to the ground.

Before the stone statue could fully reveal its true form, he bid farewell to Rahu, saying, "I will handle his affairs myself. Goodbye."

"Fengxiu, I won't be very forgiving of you. Cherish the last moments you have together."

Just after Fengxiu left, an exceptionally beautiful woman appeared before Nanfeng Bujing; she was the very person he had been fantasizing about for hundreds of years.

So much longing, all blown away by tears across the barren plains.

Nan Jian couldn't help but reach out and embrace the beauty.

Snapped!

A heavy slap landed on his face.

Next, the beauty's heartless words were like a sharp blade, piercing Nanfeng Bujing's heart.

"Perhaps you think I should be grateful to you for the rest of my life, but I cannot forgive your rudeness when I was a stone statue."

"Excuse me?"

Does it refer to those days when longing for someone was unbearable, when one would hug the stone statue, confide in it, and kiss it?

"I cannot repay your kindness; many of the things you have done are only moving yourself."

Am I just trying to move myself?

Nanfeng couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahahaha!"

Han Yancui left with Xiangling, leaving only Luohou behind in Liuchu Piaoying.

"Have you seen enough? Look at me, this self-deluded person!"

Luo Hou said calmly, "When I'm in a bad mood, killing people makes me feel good."

"Who to kill!"