Chapter 100 Wei Wuji is dead

The sad man likes rain because it seems like his crying.

However, Ying Zifei hated the drizzle today, because it felt as if he was crying for someone.

"Wei Wuji is dead. From your perspective, it seems that you shouldn't be feeling this way."

Wei Zhuang liked the wine that Ying Zifei often drank and carried with him. He didn't know what the wine was called and didn't want to ask.

Perhaps, this wine only tastes like this when Ying Zifei takes it out.

"It's a kind of sentimental feeling." Ying Zifei poured wine for Wei Zhuang and chuckled, "That guy, he finally passed away like this."

"I thought I would give him a chance to die at my hands last time, but unfortunately, Wei Liao showed up."

Wei Zhuang drank the wine in the cup, looked at Ying Zifei, and said: "In a sense, being your enemy is quite a headache."

"You're not mourning his death, but through him, you see something that might happen in the future."

"I hate smart people." Ying Zifei threw the jar of wine in his hand to Wei Zhuang with some dissatisfaction, asking him to pour the wine himself. He then asked Ah Fu to bring him another jar of wine and poured it himself.

As Wei Zhuang poured the wine, the corners of his mouth rose slightly. They were not friends, but he liked Ying Zifei's compliments.

"My senior brother said that you, like him, are chasing after a certain future, a future that is like a dream."

Wei Zhuang, who was pouring the wine, had a deep look in his eyes, and then he raised his glass to signal for a drink, and then continued: "You are more realistic than him, because you never care about the means of doing things."

Ying Zifei laughed and said, "Why, Guigu Weizhuang, are you also a little afraid of me?"

Wei Zhuang did not deny it, but nodded slightly and said calmly: "You stirred up the war between Yan and Zhao. In your eyes, only from the dead can new life emerge."

"Ying Zifei, you never hide the fact that you use despicable means to achieve your goals, but you also know how to create a new life in your eyes."

"It's no wonder that I'm afraid of someone like you."

They both drank the wine in their glasses. Ying Zifei glanced at Wei Zhuang and chuckled, "Brother Wei Zhuang, if there ever comes a day when you and I meet, I will definitely not hold back."

"In the future, Brother Wei Zhuang, please don't let me find any flaws in your plan."

"If not, Brother Wei Zhuang will be in great pain, because I am a really despicable person."

The hands holding the wine glasses subconsciously exerted some force. Wei Zhuang's eyes became cold and expectant, and he said, "Thank you for the reminder. I'll make a note of it."

After finishing the two jars of wine, Wei Zhuang said goodbye and left. Hei Bai Xuan Jian looked at his back and said with a sigh: "This generation of Guigu Zongheng disciples tend to be more inclined towards martial arts cultivation."

"This guy is much stronger than when he was in Weijia Village."

Ying Zifei sat cross-legged, leaning back, waiting for the rain to stop, and said lazily: "I wanted to see if he had any ideas for us, but what a pity."

Hei Bai Xuan Jian's eyebrows jumped, and he thought of something, and asked: "Are you saying that after Wei Wuji died, some people inherited some of his ideas?"

"Haha, what's so strange about this?" Ying Zifei said with a hearty smile: "The fact that Wei Zhuang found this place is already a statement of some kind."

"The situation of the alliance?" Hei Bai Xuan Jian was surprised, but Ying Zifei shook his head and said: "No, it should be said that it is the situation of the future."

"To be precise, it's not that I inherited something from Wei Wuji, but it's that I'm involved in the secret situations of past dynasties that have been buried and not revealed."

"Different positions determine the difference between friends and opponents."

Hei Bai Xuan Jian did not ask any more questions. He did not like to get to the bottom of those vague and mysterious secrets.

"You should go back to Xianyang City first." Ying Zifei said to Hei Bai Xuan Jian, and said with a smile: "Wei Wuji is dead. For a short period of time, no one will focus on me, Ying Zifei. There will be no danger."

Upon hearing this, Hei Bai Xuan Jian became happy. After a few polite words, he got on his horse and left. His movements were so fast. "Sir, are we going to hurry?" Ah Fu asked when he saw Hei Bai Xuan Jian leave without caring about the rain stopping.

"No need for that. Let's just walk slowly and treat it as a vacation to enjoy the scenery." Ying Zifei stood up, looked in the direction of Xinling of Wei State, picked up the wine and drank most of it.

"Lord Xinling Wei Wuji"

"Go well."

……

"he died!"

Dongjun told Jingwei that Wei Wuji was dead. Jingwei, with a big belly, looked in a certain direction and remained silent.

"He told me that he wanted to die by my sword."

Jingwei was not sad. There was no love between her and Wei Wuji. What they did have was just a little bit of sympathy in their similar calculations.

Seeing her reaction, Dongjun was a little puzzled. Could it be that this woman Jingwei could not have some emotional fluctuations about the death of Xinling Jun Wei Wuji because of the child in her belly?

"Are you feeling sorry for me?" Jingwei may have sensed what Dongjun was thinking at the moment, and said in a leisurely tone.

"No, I just don't understand." Dongjun shook her head and let go of her thoughts. Jingwei looked at her and said, "I am trying to break free from the fate arranged by others. Maybe in the future I will recall some things about him because of the existence of the child, but that is definitely not missing him."

"Mr. Dongjun, you will understand in the future. People like you will encounter many interesting things in the future."

Hearing this, Dongjun's eyes showed some panic, which he quickly concealed, and subconsciously denied: "I didn't, I..."

She couldn't continue speaking because Jingwei's half-smile in her eyes already showed that her reaction at this moment was really quite significant.

"You know, the more unattainable something seems, the more different the scenery you see will be when you take that step."

Jingwei said, reaching out and gently stroking his abdomen, smiling: "Sir Dongjun, perhaps you don't realize now that you have been restraining a certain desire."

"Time will give you the answer."

Dongjun tried to keep her mind clear, but Jingwei's words were like a devil's voice, lingering in her ears and could not be shaken off.

In order to divert his attention, Dong Jun changed the subject and said, "Last time, Ying Zifei was forced to give up cooperating with my Yin Yang family, so I can't help you cover up your tracks anymore."

"After many twists and turns, His Excellency Dong Huang has reached an agreement with certain people."

"You can still continue to inherit your title as Luowang's top assassin. Luowang will give up hunting you down."

Jingwei frowned and said, "This is not what you promised me."

Continue to work for Luowang? Then what's the point of her going through all this trouble?

Although that guy Hei Bai Xuan Jian continues to work for Luowang, the person behind him is Ying Zifei. The so-called continued work for Luowang is actually just for a nominal status.

Seeing her reaction, Dong Jun said, "Your Excellency Dong Huang will give you another choice."

"What choice?" Jingwei asked.

"Enter Sanghai City, and Master Xun, the Confucianist, will help you arrange everything."

Jingwei's pupils shrank, and she subconsciously thought of the child Yan Lu. She suddenly felt that there must be some kind of calculation behind this.

(End of this chapter)