This is nothing. The expression on Zhuang Bufan's face has not changed much. At the same time, he felt an indescribable feeling of pain in his heart.

When he knew that there was blood in someone's pupils, he gradually saw the danger appearing little by little, making people see the feeling of madness.

"You are right, maybe I am wrong."

Zhuang Bufan's head was particularly painful. After hearing the news, he was in a bad mood.

This made him suspect that the side effects of the electronic magic eye would continue to increase.

Once he feels this way, what kind of excitement will he feel? No, this does not give him a special feeling.

When he learned about this, he was in a cold state.

"Why, why does this happen?"

Zhuang Bufan yawned and played with him. What was in his head?

The pressure hit again and again, my intestines were twisted together, and my whole face was urged to die.

Why does this happen?

Why? He wanted to kill himself, but his expression disappeared. How could he say it? He always thought that there would be something else in this world.

The noise outside was coming again and again, making him not doing well. Why? Why did this happen? But there was still no way to solve it.

When he knew this, an indescribable feeling appeared on his face, a feeling of wanting to die, and life was meaningless.

Gradually, I saw that they were deteriorating and getting worse, so tired!

Zhuang Bufan and Yan Liu were preparing to enter the Poetry Fairy Pavilion, but Zhuang Bufan was not planning to use any poems, songs and essays as the stepping stone to enter the Poetry Fairy Pavilion.

He did not think that his talent could be compared with other people, and it would attract the attention of some people, which Zhuang Bufan would never refuse to do.

When he knew about this, the spirit stones in the storage bag appeared and handed them to the butler.

The butler saw Zhuang Bufan and Yan Liu, nodded and said, "Are they two?"

"Yes, it's the two of us." Zhuang Bufan nodded and said.

The housekeeper made a gesture of invitation and asked Zhuang Bufan and Yan Liu to enter the Poetry Fairy Pavilion together.

Among them, there was a maid who was standing by as a guide.

The butler continued to receive guests at the door.

Now, after the weapon refining conference, it was the time to be lively that the two entered the cabinet.

With gentle steps, he followed a maid in blue clothes upstairs.

Which floor is this? Zhuang Bufan counted it for a while and found out that he had arrived at the third floor.

It seems that this Shixian Pavilion is a treasure land. When you look outside, you don’t pay much attention to it. When you get inside, you will find another world.

In addition, when they arrived at the three-story building, they entered the north gate. When the magnificent door made of wooden boards was opened by the maid, they saw from the inside that there were mountains and rivers outside, changing the world.

This made Zhuang Bufan feel strange. It was really strange that he saw such a strange scenery on the third floor of the Shixian Pavilion?

However, this is a trick to use some tricks, and there is another one in the attic.

When Zhuang Bufan and his two entered here, they saw several tables filled with vegetables, fruits, nectar and jade liquid, which was envious.

“What a hearty meal, you can have a big meal.”

When Yan Liuyi saw the delicious food, he couldn't move his eyes. Looking at these, happiness appeared on his face.

However, Zhuang Bufan showed a painful expression on his face. He didn't know why he had such an expression.

He knew that he was too sad.

His eyes were aching slightly, but he had no chance to do better. When he saw this world, he screamed and made him feel upset.

He doesn't want to worry, why does this happen in life? No one can explain it clearly.

Perhaps, there is no way to solve the problem without communication.

Is this my fault? Zhuang Bufan shook his head, put a red fruit on the table into his mouth, and chewed it a few bites.

He can't find it

What makes him excited is that whenever the morning comes, he only feels that life is like a year. Is this how life looks like?

Zhuang Bufan touched his forehead, felt the clear and sweetness in his mouth, and swallowed it into his belly, and slowly relieved his anxiety.

"Hehe, how about it? Is it delicious?" Yan Liu, who was beside him, saw Zhuang Bufan eating and said with a smile to him.

Zhuang Bufan's expression and the pain in it, he did not see it because there was a skin mask here.

More because he was unwilling to express himself, this matter was repeatedly neglected, and in the end, he had nothing to do.

Things are always so sad, but there is nothing to be sympathetic to.

What should I do? Your life has crossed and becomes fantastic, but it is painful, so I can only keep moving forward.

When the pressure comes, I want to say, "It's so noisy, so noisy!"

But I still couldn't help but want to say a few words, which might be called a disease.

From the roadside stall on the slope, there were fruits on it. As I ate and drank, the expression on my face was still painfully trying to die.

Anxiety runs through me, and what about me? When I think of this, I think since there is nothing I can do, why not do bad things crazy?

All in all, nothing can be bound.

The two of them ate a little, and Zhuang Bufan ate less. Except for trying the taste at first, the weird guy in his mind was always in Pengda.

This made him live a hard life!

There is no way to do anything other than to make yourself stronger.

In addition, there are some other people here, not only Zhuang Bufan and others.

Zhuang Bufan touched his head and looked at Yan Liu beside him. Seeing that he was having a good meal, he began to look at everyone around him.

This is a strange environment, you must be vigilant at all times and not have a relaxed heart.

"Stay up and eat, I'll go to the side to take a look." Zhuang Bufan and Yan Liu got along, and then came to the rockery alone.

He saw a stage made of stone pillars on the other end of the mountain, with people acting on it, all of which were famous historical stories of kings, princes, generals and ministers.

Zhuang Bufan saw another person, the famous talented man named Murong Nan.

Outside the door, Zhuang Bufan saw a poem he wrote in front of the door, asking the housekeeper to invite the young man to enter the Poetry Fairy Pavilion.

It seems that this is a gathering place for literati and poets.

Zhuang Bufan looked at the environment for a while, and the tension in his heart gradually disappeared.

Unfortunately, most of the people here, except Yan Liu and a few people who had just met each other, let him know.

This made him feel distressed, but he still had a cold face and came to the stage to see the "Farewell My Concubine" performed on it.

Zhuang Bufan glanced at the side and saw a woman in white clothes and phoenix hairpin on her head. She looked quite stylish.

Zhuang Bufan then realized what he was here for, and to compete with these geniuses in martial arts.

Unfortunately, he came to the wrong place, which was a gathering place for literati and poets, not a martial arts arena for martial artists.

Zhuang Bufan looked at the woman and seemed to be the second princess, which means that Yan Liuli, the second princess who is known as the "No. 1 Beauty in Yan State".

But he didn't know if this person was her.

However, this woman's face mask saree is indeed somewhat similar. After all, he has all the appearance of the second princess from Yan Liu's mouth.

Speaking of Yan Liu, Zhuang Bufan looked at the time and should go back, wanting to move forward with Yan Liu.

However, someone came to him, patted his shoulder, and smiled, "Boy, are you also visiting the second princess?"

Zhuang Bufan looked back and saw a young man wearing a blue shirt with orchids embroidered by the clothes, and he smiled kindly.

"I know, you see that the woman in white not far ahead has been quite a long time. Do you think he is the second princess?"

The young man looked quite familiar, and Zhuang Bufan frowned and said, "You? Who are you?"

He pointed at himself and wondered, "Don't you know who I am?"

"So, you must have come from another place

Oh, otherwise, I wouldn’t have no idea who I am? I just saw you staying with another person outside the door. But that doesn’t matter. My name is Yan Fei, and I am a person who loves freedom.”

"Oh, Yan Fei?" Zhuang Bufan repeated, introducing himself, "My name is Zhuang Bi, I am indeed from another place. Come and see the weapon refining conference to increase your knowledge."

"I know this, you need not say it. I'm very curious, how did you meet another person?"

At this time, Yan Fei looked at Zhuang Bufan and said to him.

Listening to his tone, he was curious about Yan Liu, which made Zhuang Bufan confused, "What do you mean? Judging from your appearance, you are quite familiar with him."

"Uh, I'm not familiar with him, but I know him."

Yan Fei was asked by Zhuang Bufan, and his throat was blocked and he almost died of suffocation.

"I met him on the way to Yancheng with him. He was in trouble. A sword on his body was broken and he wanted to repair it, and I had the ability to repair his weapon. So, after a while, we both became familiar with each other."

Zhuang Bufan shook his sleeves and explained to the boy in blue.
To be continued...