I Am Really Not a Man!

Forced to sit in the room without moving, Huamanlou really realized what it means to live like a year.

It's not that I haven't been clicked, but I can feel the internal force in my body when I have been clicked before, and then try to break through the acupuncture points. But after Tang Wanfeng clicked his acupuncture point this time, he could not feel the internal force in his body at all. It was even more whimsical to rush through the acupuncture points.

Perhaps the time will be stretched indefinitely in the anxiety, Huamanlou does not know how long it has passed, but he is sure that it is not as long as the five hours Tang Wanfeng said-there is no sound of crowing outside the window.

He was suddenly able to move.

Huamanlou didn't know what this meant, but the panic in her heart overwhelmed all her thoughts for a while.

After rushing out of the room, the first thing Huamanlou did was to pull a servant and eagerly asked: "Where is night? Where did she go?"

The servant was a little frightened by Huamanlou’s abnormal behavior. He flinched, and found that he still hadn’t been able to break free from the shackles of Huamanlou. After that, the servant tremblingly replied, “No, I don’t know. I haven’t seen Young Master Tang since the afternoon. Up."

Huamanlou thought for a while. Indeed, Tang Wanfeng shouldn't go out in his own image, then...

"Where is your owner? Where did Ximen Chuuxue go?"

"Owner!" The servant mentioned that Ximen Chuuxue was enthusiastic, and said excitedly, "He left with a swordsman in white clothes and said that he was going to compare swords. I don't know where to go, but that swordsman really looks very good. Amazing! Do you know Daxia Hua..."

How can Huamanlou have time to pay attention to his words? Halfway through hearing it, he loosened his collar and carried light work towards the palace.

Ah night, you can't have anything, you absolutely can't have anything!

Although there is a duel between the two great swordsmen in the world tonight, the defense cannot be said to be lax. But before, Huamanlou had followed his brother who was engaged in official careers to see the emperor in the palace. However, because of Lu Xiaofeng's act of letting Wei Ziyun lead someone to **** him, the side door that he walked through was only two of the guards left. Huamanlou was slightly left. It took a lot of effort to successfully get into the palace.

The palace seemed chaotic because of the usurpation of the throne of the Southern Prince. Huamanlou was not very familiar with this place, and finally found a little **** to take him to the main hall where the two of them fought.

"Great man, there is no one here." The little **** was a little scared, and he stammered.

"Where are the people?" Huamanlou asked.

"Everyone has gone to Nannannan study." The little **** swallowed, "It was a counterfeit brand who was decisively fighting with Ximen Heroes, but then, Lu Lulu asked someone to go to Nanshufang to **** him. ......" Speaking of the back, he was finally fluent.

"What about that counterfeit?" Huamanlou continued to ask.

"Dead." The little **** said these two words very simply, and then pointed his hand, "The body is still there, there is no time to collect it."

Huamanlou only felt cold all over, as if Jiuhantian jumped into a lake that had just dug a hole, and even his mind seemed to be frozen in ice.

"Heroes? Heroes?" The little **** didn't move when he watched him move. He even loosened the grip of his hand. He stretched out his hand and shook it before his eyes. Huamanlou still did not respond, so he dared to earn He opened his hand, and walked a little farther, looking at the painting man still standing on the spot like a portrait, and then immediately Sa Yazi ran away.

Huamanlou didn't know how long he had been standing there, and when he finally accepted the news, the front of the hall became lively again. Lu Xiaofeng settled with the Southern Prince and was about to leave the palace with Ximen Chuuxueye Gucheng and others.

Seeing Huamanlou, Lu Xiaofeng happily stepped forward to say hello: "Huamanlou, you are a bit late, we are all done, Awan...Huh, why is Awan still lying here?"

Huamanlou moved suddenly and grabbed Lu Xiaofeng's arm: "Where is she?"

Lu Xiaofeng didn't know, so: "It's a dozen feet in front of you... I said she... She also acted too realistically..." Speaking of the back, Lu Xiaofeng didn't believe her words, but still didn't want to face it. fact.

Huamanlou let go and walked slowly in the direction Lu Xiaofeng said. After walking about 30 meters, he squatted down and moved forward while groping for the ground.

——He was afraid that if he accidentally walked over his head, he would kick or step on her.

Huamanlou's movements were so careful and pious that everyone around him calmed down and didn't dare to disturb him. After watching him crawling for a long time, he touched Tang Wanfeng's body.

Or a corpse.

I don’t know if it’s not long after he died or because of other reasons. Tang Wanfeng’s body was colder than usual when he hugged it, but it was still warm. This made Huamanlou’s already ashamed heart rekindle a glimmer of hope. Flames.

"A night." He tried to soften his voice as much as possible, for fear of scaring her or shocking her. He carefully picked her up and took her into his arms, and gently kissed her on the forehead, "Wake up, okay, we should go home."

Tang Wanfeng closed her eyes and didn't answer. If she didn't look at her pale face and the blood stains on the corners of her mouth, she would be as quiet and peaceful as she was asleep.

"A night, waking up, okay..." Hua Manlou continued, the fragility and pleading in his tone almost overflowing.

"Lu Xiaoji...they...Awan and Huamanlou..." Sikong didn't participate in the whole process of picking up the stars. He missed a lot of the necessary process and was completely confused about the current situation.

Lu Xiaofeng was also a little at a loss: "Awan is actually a daughter, and she is in love with Huamanlou, but I don't know why she chose to go..." To die.

Ximen Chuuxue closed his eyes: "My sword has no strength." His tone was still very light, but he could hear regret.

Tang Wanfeng, you fooled us so badly.

"What are you doing in Huamanlou?" Sikong Zhexing suddenly shouted, "Awan is dead..."

"She's not dead." Huamanlou held up Tang Wanfeng's already slightly stiff body, and said softly, "How could she die if she hasn't married me yet."

"You..." Sikong tried to rush out to say something, but was stopped by Lu Xiaofeng. He looked at the latter incomprehensibly, Lu Xiaofeng only shook his head at him.

"Where are you taking her?" Lu Xiaofeng asked.

"Return to Baihualou." Huamanlou replied, "She must be there too."

Lu Xiaofeng struggled for a moment, and still said, "Be careful on the road."

Huamanlou lowered his head and smiled softly at Tang Wanfeng: "I will." After finishing speaking, he hugged Tang Wanfeng and left without looking back.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at Huamanlou's back and suddenly threw the sword to the ground. Ye Gucheng looked at him and threw the sword.

Others didn't know what it meant, but Lu Xiaofeng guessed one or two. He sighed, "Awan decided this matter by herself, and it has nothing to do with you."

I agree with Lu Xiaofeng's words intellectually, but still cannot accept it emotionally. Ximen Chuuxue kicked his right foot and fluttered away from the palace.

Ye Gucheng stood there for a while, bent over to pick up the two swords: "It made him figure it out, come and find me to get the sword." After speaking, he also left.

Lu Xiaofeng stood there and smiled bitterly.

It should have been very happy that the plan was realized, but it became like this because of Tang Wanfeng's death.

Ah Wan, why did you choose this? Do you know that your choice is very selfish?