Chapter 103

Fang Xie looked at the strange picture in front of him and couldn't help but his heart began to accelerate. At this time, he felt as if he were in the pause picture on TV. The shock of this feeling is difficult to describe in words. In particular, he is not a spectator or irrelevant audience at this time.

More than 100 elite border soldiers in the lobby on the first floor have different cultivation levels, but they can't get rid of this stillness. They are placed there like sculptures. Fang Jie even has the illusion that if someone presses the pause button again now, when the picture resumes, will all the people who are fixed fall down and become debris on the ground.

Not only the border troops, but also the staff of keshengju, Mr. cashier and other guests, including Wang Ding on the second floor.

The strangest thing is that static and dynamic are integrated together, and only people are fixed.

The heat in the teapot is still curling up, don't wash the knife, and the broken clothes are still floating.

When Fang Xie looked at Mo Xidao, he found that the fierce man seemed to be struggling. His bare upper body muscles were bouncing faintly, and there was a sense of unyielding in his eyes, which was becoming stronger and stronger. But there is no doubt that he can't get rid of this bondage.

restrict sb . 's activities to a designated area or sphere

Fang Xie deeply remembered these four words in his heart.

When he was chatting with the old lame, the old lame once mentioned these four words. At that time, Fang Xie thought that this was just the description of the old cripple's life state. He didn't guess that someone could achieve such an unnatural cultivation. It is precisely because Fang Xie's memory is excellent that he has not forgotten the origin of these four words.

Zhuo Buyi

In the iron wall, understanding is the prison.

While Fang Xie was still in shock, he was filled with another shock. The stillness of Kesheng Curie is not absolute. The steam is rising and the remnant clothes are floating... Another man pushed the door of a room and came out slowly. He walked with his hands down and looked relaxed.

This man can move freely in Zhuo Buyi's prison!

When he saw this man, Fang Xie's pupils suddenly narrowed.

The man was wearing an ordinary royal coat, and he didn't have any luxurious and expensive ornaments. Simple, but elegant. He went to the railing on the second floor, looked down with his hand on the railing, and then shook his head slowly, as if he was talking to himself.

Fang Xie didn't hear it, but he found that the man's eyes suddenly looked at him. The eyes were shocked and incredible. Just as he saw that the man could ignore Zhuo Buyi's painting as a prison, it seemed that there was something surprising about Fang Xie.

yes

Because Fang Xie stands very straight.

Everyone kept the posture when they were fixed, which was strange.

But Fang Xie stood very straight, and his hands were still trembling slightly.

When the man looked over with incredible eyes, Fang Xie was suddenly surprised... Because he suddenly found that there was not only the man who could walk in the house, but also another person who didn't seem to be completely settled... That was himself.

"Come on"

Fang Xie heard the man in royal clothes on the second floor say two words to himself, and then waved.

Fang Xie took a deep breath and could hardly bear it. He tried to step his leg forward, but found that his leg was as heavy as a kilo of weight, which was difficult to move. It's hard, but not absolutely impossible. He bit his teeth and tried his best to lift his foot. Although the foot was only inches off the ground, it was undoubtedly shocking enough. No one knows how deep Mo Xidao's cultivation is. At least it is much higher than Fang Xie, and at least it is much higher than most people in this room, but he can't get rid of the shackles.

Fang Xie only moved one step and was already sweating.

The man on the second floor looked at him, and the shock and strangeness in his eyes were gradually replaced by curiosity and appreciation. He really didn't expect that this little man who originally disdained to pay attention could bring so many surprises to people. Because of this humble little man, he brought down Yu Donglai, the Minister of war. Because of this little man, he controls Luo Yao's only son, Luo Wen, and may even reach some agreement with Luo Yao.

Today, the little man surprised him again.

Hou Wenji looked at the boy who had moved one step hard. In fact, his heart was more restless than his face. He looked at the young man, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose slightly.

He waved and the other side explained.

He really wanted to see if the young man could do it. Zhuo Buyi's painting is a prison. Although he didn't try his best, even at this level, the whole Chang'an city can't find many people to get out of trouble. To solve such a waste that can't be repaired, what is it that is breaking away from the shackles of Zhuo Buyi?

"Today's event was a lot boring because of cloth clothes, but I didn't expect you to give me such a big surprise... Little guy, are there any secrets in your body? It seems that today's harvest is not only a general Luo, but also a future general Fang?"

Hou Wen spoke to himself in a very low voice, and the curiosity in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

At the same time, Zhuo Buyi, who sat in the carriage with his eyes closed and knees crossed, suddenly opened his eyes, lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked over to keshengju.

"Interesting..."

He couldn't help smiling, sighed and said, "so we all looked away."

The old lame man sat in the backyard of the tea move, looking at the dead tree interrupted by Fang Xie that day. I don't know what I'm remembering, or I don't think of anything at all. Sitting in such a boring way, his hand suddenly stiffened when he went to get the wine gourd. He couldn't help looking up and looking somewhere in the distance.

restrict sb . 's activities to a designated area or sphere?

He murmured four words and disappeared.

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Keshengju has always been very lively, but it has never been so lively as today. When Zhuo Buyi came out of the carriage, the 300 flying fish robes arranged outside Kesheng house immediately moved. God eye Liu Duxiu with a whole regiment of bodyguards immediately sealed both ends of the street, and the rest poured into the door of keshengju.

At the moment when Liu Duxiu brought people into the door, Fang Xie took four steps.

The distance of these four steps is worse than the usual two steps.

But he was already sweating.

Fang Xie looked back at the flying fish robe bodyguard pouring into Kesheng residence, and then looked at the man in royal clothes who was holding the railing on the second floor and overlooking himself.

The flying fish robe bodyguard who first rushed into keshengju shouted to everyone not to move, and then he found out how stupid he was.

Liu Duxiu came in and saw only one person moving. So he planned to stop the young man in the border army clothes, but before he started, he saw the town caress on the second floor shaking his head slightly. So he went back and told people not to act rashly.

Fang Xie wanted to give up. These four steps almost exhausted his strength.

But I don't know why, there is a strong will in his heart not to be bound. This intention even blurred his mind, and then... His eyes gradually became red.

He hasn't changed since he killed many love ya killers lying in ambush on the side of the road on the way to the imperial capital. Even he himself gradually forgot that feeling like a madman, so he sometimes recalled that it was just anger rushed into his heart, so that he was a little crazy.

But today, red eyes appear again.

When his eyes completely turned red, Fang Xie's body slowly straightened. He didn't know or feel it. His muscles became as hard as rocks at this moment. He took a big step forward. When his foot stepped on the green brick, it made a click. The hard green brick was cracked by him.

The solution with red eyes is like a bull, walking step by step in painting the ground as a prison. He bypassed the fixed border soldiers and went up the stairs. Although the pace is not fast, each step is solid and thick. When he went to the second floor, Hou Wenji even had an impulse to applaud when he looked at him!

On the roof of jinkezhai building opposite keshengju, the old cripple hiding behind the ridge looked straight in his eyes. He could not see Fang Xie clearly, but he could feel Fang Xie's fighting spirit of not giving in. And this fighting spirit seems to become more and more violent and uneasy.

The old cripple looked at the other side with a dignified face.

Walking to the door of Kesheng residence, Zhuo Buyi couldn't help looking back at the roof of jinkezhai. But he didn't say anything. After a short pause, he quickly walked into the door of keshengju. When he entered the door, Fang Xie was already standing on the second floor. The red eyed young man, after a slight pause, chose to move on.

Just when everyone thought he would finally come to the man in royal clothes, Fang Xie's steps stopped again.

His eyes stayed on Mo Xidao, and then he slowly extended his hand and took down the arm still stuck in Wang Ding's throat. The action was very slow, and no one could see it. The arm in Fang Xie's sleeve had shown a strange light red. It was as if the blood under his skin was rolling, which could burst his skin and gush out at any time.

Hou Wen was stunned and Zhuo Buyi was surprised.

At this time, what the boy wanted was to stop Mo Xidao from killing impulsively?

The next second, Zhuo Buyi had reached the second floor and put his hand in front of Fang Xie. Fang Xie's attention was attracted by him. His red eyes slowly turned and stared at Zhuo Buyi's face.

He loosened his hand holding Mo Xidao's arm and suddenly hit Zhuo Bu's face door with an unreasonable punch!

Hou Wenji's eyes lit up and Zhuo cloth's body flashed.

Zhuo Buyi stretched out his hand and took it on Fang Xie's arm. Fang Xie's fist was deflected and slammed heavily on a column. With a bang, the hard Chinese pine column was directly swept away by the fist. It was like being bitten by some monster on the thick column, missing a large piece.

When the wood chips were flying, Zhuo Buyi raised his hand and made 18 points on Fang Xie's chest.

It's incredibly fast. It's like only one shot for 18 times.

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Fang Xie's body really can't move again this time. If Zhuo Buyi used his mind to draw a place for prison under Kesheng Jubu, then this time he did it. He really laid a small place for prison on Fang Xie. At least, compared with the place for prison that controls all the border troops, this means only for Fang Xie itself looks really small, but its effect is stronger.

The old cripple hiding behind the ridge opposite keshengju was relieved, and his body disappeared.

Just after he left for a moment, an old man in light blue brocade appeared in the position where the old cripple had just stopped. The old man looked about 50 years old, his body was like a javelin, and there was a cold and arrogant smell all over his body. He stopped on the ridge, frowned slightly, looked around and sighed with regret.

"You robbed that woman from me that night. Why don't you dare to face me again today?"

The old man whispered to himself, and then looked at the opposite guest house.

Hou Wen looked at Zhuo Buyi with great interest, then smiled and said, "you seem to care a little more about this boy."

"You seem to have a lot of interest in this boy."

Zhuo Buyi replied faintly, but his eyes kept staring at Fang Xie's red eyes. The settled solution is still struggling instinctively, but it can't break free. At this time, he suddenly wailed, the red tide in his eyes disappeared, and his body twitched uncontrollably.

Zhuo Buyi untied the prison on him, and Fang Xie's body immediately fell down soft. The young man's face was as white as snow, and he convulsed violently after a scream. He covered his lower abdomen and rolled back and forth. A moment later, he was in a coma.

Zhuo Buyi squatted down and looked at Fang Xie, then frowned.

He snapped his fingers. After a snap, the stillness in the room suddenly untied, and the sound of plop plop sounded one after another. I don't know how many people lost their center of gravity and fell to the ground. But there was no fragment falling to the ground as Fang Xie imagined.

In the chaos, Wang Ding had no time to stabilize his body. Suddenly, a residual shadow appeared in front of him, raised his hand and pulled it on his face. With a bang, Wang Ding's body flew straight out like a shell, crashed into a table in the lobby on the first floor of keshengju, and smashed the table into pieces in an instant.

Just when everyone was surprised and inexplicable, a loud cry came from the street outside.

"Your Majesty has arrived!"