Chapter 92: Fan Zhuqing's Attack

Fan Zhuqing took a half step back in disbelief.

His voice woke up the man and woman on the bed.

Fan Ju grabbed the quilt to cover her naked body, and at the same time, like a frightened little rabbit, she hid behind the fat Fan Liang.

"Ah! Zhuqing! You...you...why are you back now!"

Fan Ju's voice sounded so familiar to Fan Zhuqing, but it was so strange at this moment.

Her voice was soft and weak, which made people feel heartbroken and aroused people's desire to protect her.

It was those soft "Brother Zhuqing" that made him love her so much...

But now, he just felt sick and wanted to vomit!

"Ah? Why did I come back so early?"

"Haha, I'm lucky today. I finished one furnace, so I wanted to come back early to give you a surprise..."

Fan Zhuqing covered his chest and answered her question instinctively.

He always responded to her requests.

But the scene in front of him made him tear his eyes.

Her eyes were nothing but horror.

[She doesn't feel guilty? Doesn't she feel ashamed? ]

[Why can't I see it at all! ]

"Have you seen enough? Get out!"

Fan Liang, who was standing next to him, yelled at Fan Zhuqing at the door.

Then he slapped Fan Ju in the face!

"Why didn't you even lock the door? You ruined my mood!"

"Sorry, Brother Liang! I... I will lock the door next time!"

Fan Ju covered her red cheeks, ignoring the slipping of the sheets and not caring about the exposure of her body.

She hugged Fan Liang's arms tightly and began to beg.

Fan Zhuqing felt discouraged. He had cared for her so much and held her in his hands.

Now, seeing her begging and wanton look, he felt that the picture was shattered like a mirror.

At this moment, when he looked at Fan Ju again, he not only lost his usual love and affection, but also felt disgusted and uncomfortable.

But, he still wanted the truth!

"Why did you do this!"

He wanted to speak calmly, he thought he had let it go.

Until this sentence came out of his mouth, the anger of resentment could not be suppressed at all!

Fan Liang got up from the bed, casually pulled up the clothes beside him, covered his lower body, and came to Fan Zhuqing with his bare chest.

With a cold snort, he raised his hand and a Qi Gathering Pill on the ground flew into his hand.

"You made it? It must have cost a lot..."

"You tried your best to support her cultivation, but you can only do it for her cultivation."

"She wants more, a beautiful fairy dress, a beautiful spirit beast, a beautiful cave..."

"Can you give these?"

As Fan Liang spoke, Fan Zhuqing's hands gradually clenched, his nails embedded in the flesh, and his palms were bloody, but his anger covered the pain.

Fan Liang continued, he casually took out five bottles of "Qi Gathering Pills" from the storage bag.

Put it on the table casually.

"Look, you tried your best, but I got it easily!"

"Look again, this is my dress, light blue, Yunqingzhu, do you know what this means?"

Fan Zhuqing naturally knew that it was the dress of the inner disciple he dreamed of.

Once, she even joked: "Brother Zhuqing, look at what the inner disciple wears, there is bamboo, the same as your name!"

Once, he smiled and replied: "Don't worry, in a few years, I will wear it for you to see, and let you wear it too!"

For this, he worked hard, but in the end it was a joke, how ironic.

"Inner disciple! Do you understand?"

"I became an inner disciple two years ago, and you! But you are still hovering at the second level of Qi training..."

"Last year, I participated in the sect competition and successfully obtained a cave!"

"The environment is beautiful, the place is large, and there is a separate small alchemy room..."

"Look at this, a small wooden house, hehe!"

Fan Liang's words, like a knife piercing the heart, pierced Fan Zhuqing's chest.

"Now you understand why she chose me."

"Just because I can give her more!"

"Just because I am an inner disciple and you are an outer disciple!"

"Just because I am Danfeng and you are Lingzhifeng!"

"Just because I am an alchemist and you are just a Lingzhihu!"

Fan Zhuqing looked at Fan Ju: "Is that so?"

The voice returned to calm, calm but indifferent.

"Zhuqing, I know you are in a bad mood now, but... this is the reality..."

"Lingzhihu has no future..."

"I know you are very good to me, and I also thank you for your care and love for me over the years..."

"Thanks to your restraint and courtesy, I can be a perfect woman and become Liangge's woman."

"If you want, we are still friends!"

Fan Zhuqing's clenched hands finally loosened, and blood dripped from his fingertips.

He nodded: "Okay, I know, I wish you happiness..."

After that, he turned and left.

He didn't want to stay there for a moment, and the only thing he could do was to escape.

Just because he was not strong enough, he had no background, he was at the bottom of the sect, he was just a spiritual plant husband...

Just because this was her choice...

Just this point made his heart die, and also made him wake up.

Fan Zhuqing walked aimlessly on the mountain road.

He didn't know where he should go, he found that in the past 8 years, he only lived for Fan Ju.

He didn't even have a close friend, and no one listened to him.

"Breaking news! Senior Brother Jiang Lan from our Lingzhi Peak won the first place in the Lingshou Peak trial!"

The shouts not far away attracted Fan Zhuqing's attention, and he unconsciously moved closer to that side.

"And he won the first place in all three levels!"

"With an absolute achievement, he became the top of the list and became a direct disciple of Lingshou Peak!"

"Oh my god, so amazing!"

"Is he really from our Lingzhi Peak?"

"Absolutely! I've heard of Senior Brother Jiang Lan!"

"I heard that this trial is unprecedented, even Danfeng has participated!"

"Haha, doesn't that mean that Danfeng was suppressed by our Lingzhi Peak!"

"Yes, yes, I was so excited when I heard the news!"

Fan Zhuqing listened attentively for a moment before he understood the general idea.

But soon, he was attracted by the discussion of the people next to him.

"That Senior Brother Jiang Lan has a low-grade wood spiritual root? Is that true!"

"Absolutely true!"

"What is Senior Brother Jiang Lan's cultivation level?"

"Some say he is at the first level of Qi training, some say the second level, and a small part says the third level."

"No one says he is at the fourth level of Qi training?"

"Heh, what are you thinking about? Senior Brother Jiang Lan has only been a student for two years!"

"You have practiced a fourth level of Qi training in two years and show me, not to mention that Senior Brother only has a low-grade spiritual root!"

"Ah? Then why do you still call him Senior Brother?"

"He is an inner disciple!"

"Ah? Why?"

"How do I know..."

Several key words caught Fan Zhuqing's attention.

"Low-grade spiritual root, two years of study, inner disciple, first in the trial, overwhelming Danfeng!"

"Is there really such a person in the world? Why did he achieve such an achievement?"

Fan Zhuqing shook his head and slapped his cheek fiercely, scaring the people around him and moving away.

"Everyone has his own talent. His talent is to control beasts, and my talent is to make pills. So why can't I be the second one!"

"I have a middle-grade spiritual root. I am willing to endure hardships. I have studied alchemy for 3 years. I have tried very few times and the learning conditions are poor, but I can still make Qi-gathering pills."

"With this talent, how can I complain for a mere woman!"

"I want to become stronger! I want to be famous in Xiaoyao Sect! I want to be the second Jiang Lan! I want to step on Danfeng!"

Fan Zhuqing rekindled his fighting spirit and rushed to the Merit Hall. He decided to participate in the sect's mission to earn resources and strengthen himself!

He is going to fight!