Adorable Villain: Male God, I am not Trying to Rob You.

Seeing Xia Beibei spending millions of dollars without caring, Feng Jiutian curled his lips: "I'll take the money first, but I didn't bring Feng Yanwan's news file with me. When I send the news back, call him The people in Tianxiang Tower are sending a message to you."

Xia Beibei:......

Seeing a large stack of banknotes fall into Feng Jiutian's hands, Xia Beibei could only stare, feeling as if he had tricked himself.

I feel so unhappy, I really want to slap someone.

"Ahem, then... okay."

Thinking of Feng Jiutian's mysterious skills, Xia Beibei decided to endure it.

"Lord Feng, do you think I can be considered a high-level customer of your Tianxiang Tower? Feel free to give me some inside information! Well, just tell me about Chu Ran, who is he?"

Xia Beibei felt that the relationship between Feng Jiutian and Chu Ran was definitely not simple, and judging from the way Chu Ran and Feng Jiutian talked that night, they should be old acquaintances.

It's just that Xia Beibei racked his brains and couldn't think of such a number one figure in the world!

Chu Ran...

Seeing Xia Beibei's interest in Chu Ran, Feng Jiutian couldn't help but smile: "What, you want to date him too? Chu Ran... is very expensive."

Xia Beibei:......

joke! I already have a sweetheart!

No matter how expensive he is, it's still not my cup of tea.

Xia Beibei glared at Feng Jiutian: "If you don't want to say it, forget it, I don't know yet!"

"oh."

Feng Jiutian shrugged, took a few steps forward, and stood beside Xia Beibei. Watching the morning fog dissipate, the battle at the foot of the mountain became more and more cruel.

"Ye Lan, do you believe in fate?"

A deep male voice sounded. Feng Jiutian stared at the blood at the foot of the mountain and asked in a low voice.

Life?

Xia Beibei was startled for a moment. Master Feng's thinking was too far ahead, and she couldn't keep up with the frequency.

Destiny is the most wonderful thing——

Just like Ye Lan and Le Zhengfeng.

Just like Aman and Feng Yanwang.

Everyone wants to get rid of their own destiny, but everyone's life is controlled and set, and no one can struggle.

No one in the story can control their own destiny.

Even though Xia Beibei knew that she was in the story, she still felt a deep sense of powerlessness——

She wanted to know the news about Feng Yanwan, not for herself, but for Hu Yandian.

She even thought that her mission revolved around Le Zhengxi, so if she matched Hu Yandian and Feng Yanwan, wouldn't the mission be judged to have failed?

Xia Beibei does have this idea. She feels that every story world revolves around the protagonist, which is unfair to other people.

Especially Huyan Dian, Xia Beibei felt distressed from the bottom of his heart.

She wants to change her destiny.

"I... don't want to believe in fate, I want to change fate."

Xia Beibei whispered softly.

If you don't try, you will never know if you can do it.

After hearing her words, Feng Jiutian's eyes darkened: "Have you ever heard of the story of Tianjimen?"

"Um?"

Hearing Feng Jiutian's words, Xia Beibei was startled. The Tianji Sect is a very ancient sect in the Central Plains martial arts world, but it has long been submerged in the long river of history. It is said that the sect was mysteriously wiped out overnight.

"There is an old man named Tianji in the Tianji Sect. He claims to be able to see all the secrets of heaven! But just because he predicted the future, he tried to change the future. As a result... he ended up being massacred."

Feng Jiutian turned sideways slightly and stared at Xia Beibei's face with his narrow eyes: "People can do everything they can to change their own destiny. This is called self-improvement! But remember, don't change the destiny of others easily. "

You can never truly understand what others want.

No one in this world can completely feel another person's life. Even if... your soul is possessed by that person, everything you do is habitually interpreted with your own thinking. Survive……

After hearing Feng Jiutian's words, Xia Beibei was stunned for a while.

She pondered thoughtfully for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Feng Jiutian, what are you..."

Xia Beibei stopped mid-sentence because her body was empty at this time. Feng Jiutian had already disappeared without a trace.

Feng Jiutian...

who are you?

Was the familiar scent I felt at that moment my own misunderstanding?

**

Because of Hu Yandian's injury last night, the morale of the disciples of the Blood Clothes Sect dropped a lot on today's battlefield. In order to boost their morale, Hu Yandian and Xia Beibei joined the battlefield together. The two of them combined their swords and immediately killed everyone!

Seeing that the people of the Blood Clothes Sect were becoming more and more brave, the people of the Martial Arts Alliance had no choice but to ask Feng Yanwu to take action again. In their eyes, Feng Yanwu was like the God of War, simply invincible!

After yesterday's battle, Feng Yanwan did not shirk this time. With his joining, the people of the Wulin League were as if they had been given a shot of blood, and their morale was immediately boosted.

In this way, the battle continued for another day and night. The reinforcements from the Wulin Alliance had arrived, but the people of the Blood Clothes Sect suffered numerous casualties.

This is a martial arts dispute whose outcome has long been doomed.

Since ancient times, evil has never prevailed over good.

In fact, Hu Yandian had already anticipated the destruction of the Blood Clothes Sect. She knew that no matter how strong she was, she could not be stronger than thousands of righteous martial artists.

On the night of the third day, the entire Xueyi Sect was in a mess.

Many people died in the battle, and some simply took advantage of the chaos and fled.

"Alan."

Hu Yandian called Xia Beibei to her room. She took off her mask and looked at Xia Beibei with a smile: "Alan, the Blood Clothes Sect can't be saved. This day has finally come."

"Master..."

Feeling the indifference and ease in Hu Yandian's tone, Xia Beibei suddenly felt a bad premonition in his heart.

"Master, please leave the green hills without taking photos or burning firewood! How about we leave here together!"

Xia Beibei raised his hand and grabbed Hu Yandian's palm. Her hand was unusually cold.

"No."

Hu Yandian took out his hand: "I want to live and die with the Blood Clothes Sect. In this way... I can finally live up to my mother's expectations. As for you... A Lan, let's go!"

"No, I won't leave! I want to be with you...I..."

Xia Beibei wanted to say something else, but suddenly felt dizzy: "Master, you..."

"Alan, please rest."

Hu Yandian sighed and looked at Xia Beibei with gentle eyes.

Over the years, Hu Yandian has relied on his own perseverance and mutual encouragement with A Lan to get to where he is today step by step.

She thought about the scene of the Bloody Clothes Sect's destruction again and again.

She is not afraid of death, but she is reluctant to let Alan die.

"Leave the Blood Clothes Sect and remain anonymous. A Lan, you deserve a better life, you..."

Hu Yandian's tone was slightly choked.

She knew that A-Lan placed her life and everything on the Blood-clothed Sect, and she was willing to live or die with the Blood-clothed Sect.

However, this should not be her life. She did not belong to the martial arts world in the first place.

That year, that winter, if her mother had not brought Alan back, Alan might have been taken in by an ordinary couple and lived a life of ordinary people, getting married and having children, and living a peaceful life.