Super Student's Three-realms Army

"A true practitioner?"

"Yes or no, although they all step into the cultivation of truth, what they cultivate is ordinary, but what I cultivate is immortal!"

Zhang Xiaofan with a meaningful tone, said.

"Of course, it's more bloody and brutal than them."

After hearing Zhang Xiaofan's profound words, Zhao Yinger, as a secular mortal, naturally knows little about it, doesn't she? What do you fix? What is the meaning of Xiuxian?

Can this be understood as a more powerful master than the practitioners? What is the essential difference between the two?

"No matter what you fix, no matter what kind of person you are, I just want to..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Yinger can't help turning around to look at Zhang Xiaofan. She sees that the man's face is as handsome as it was.

His body is still as elegant as it used to be, all of which make Zhao Ying'er feel very comfortable and at ease.

But neither Zhang Xiaofan's appearance nor Zhang Xiaofan's temperament is the reason why Zhao Yinger loves this man deeply. When she met Zhang Xiaofan in the pedestrian street of Wuzhou seven years ago, Zhang Xiaofan stood up to protect herself.

As well as, they have been helping each other for the past seven years, which makes Zhao Yinger know that she can't live without the man in front of her.

"I just want to be with you..."

Zhao Yinger's teeth clenched and took a deep breath. She finally said what she had been deeply buried in her heart for a long time.

This sentence, Zhao Yinger also encouraged her own great surge, after that, she felt that her whole body strength was suddenly evacuated, even now she didn't even look at Zhang Xiaofan's surge, just buried her small head in front of her chest.

"Yinger, maybe I'm totally different from the boy at the same table in Wuzhou University in your impression."

"In the past seven years, my hands have been stained with too much blood, too many people's blood, and my feet have been trampling on the bones. Step by step, step by step, I have come to this day."

"Among these people, there are evil people, good people who are innocent and implicated, or opponents who are killed just because they are different from me."

"Such a bloodthirsty, overbearing, arrogant man, who treats human life like a weed, aren't you really afraid of me?"

When he said these words, the expression on Zhang Xiaofan's face also became unprecedented indifference. People could not see the happiness, anger, sadness and joy in his heart from his eyebrows. They just asked Zhang Xiaofan a light rhetorical question.

"Afraid of..."

After hearing Zhang Xiaofan's confession, Zhao Ying'er did not hesitate at all. She nodded slowly and said.

"But I'm just afraid if you'll get hurt..."

With that, Zhao Ying'er raised her head and looked directly at Zhang Xiaofan. Her tone was also unprecedented firmness.

No matter how cold and bloodthirsty the man is, or how many corpses and bones there are at his feet, he is so unreserved and gentle when he treats himself.

It can be said that in front of this man silently will all the pain, suffering all gnash their teeth to bear down.

And he did it just to create a safe and warm haven for himself, so that he could be protected from the storm outside in his arms.