After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Chapter 300 "Master is waiting for you"

"Jiuhua..." Li Fuyi tried to say something, but found that his voice was trembling and he could hardly utter a complete sentence.

Jiuhua looked at him with tears in her eyes. The tears finally fell. She sniffed and choked, "Master, Grandmaster..."

Before he could finish his words, he was choked in his throat by Li Fuyi's roar.

"Shut up!"

Li Fuyi's eyes were full of resistance, his body was tense, and he refused to hear anyone talk about Mo Zheng's death.

He doesn't believe it!

How could the person who silently endured his humiliation and ridicule die so easily?

"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

Shen Changxun arrived just a step late. Seeing his crazy look, his already ugly face became even darker.

He instructed the bewildered Jiuhua, "Jiuhua, go to Qianlu Peak and ask your uncle-master Yubai for some refreshing medicine. Your master will need it later."

Jiuhua looked at Li Fuyi who was still talking to herself crazily, wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, nodded heavily, and immediately ran up and down quickly.

Shen Changxun waited until he was far away before retracting his gaze and taking a few steps to Li Fuyi's side.

He suddenly raised his fist and dealt a heavy blow to Li Fuyi's shoulder.

Shen Changxun showed no mercy in this punch, pouring all his anger, grief and all his strength into this one blow.

Li Fuyi staggered after being hit, and his body tilted sideways involuntarily. He took several steps back before he could steady himself.

He immediately turned around, his eyes full of bloodshot, glaring at Shen Changxun, "What are you doing!" The sword energy in his body suddenly rushed out, with a fierce momentum, as if he was going to fight Shen Changxun to the death.

Facing Li Fuyi's rage, Shen Changxun was extremely restrained and scolded in a low voice: "What are you doing? As the headmaster, how can this be disrespectful?"

Li Fuyi's anger suddenly subsided. Shen Changxun's words were like a basin of cold water, gradually returning him to his senses.

Resentment and anger made his eyes bloodshot. He felt it was extremely ironic, "Master? So what if he's the Master?"

"You are all the same, always talking about the Zichen Sword Sect!" His voice rose a few degrees.

He practically roared, "Property, right?!"

He approached step by step, and shouted at Shen Changxun with disdain, "Okay, call him out!"

"He is my master. Let him teach me personally what etiquette is."

Shen Changxun's expression changed slightly, and he unconsciously clenched his fists. He squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Evil creature!"

Just then, Lin Moran and Hua Jiantang rushed over after hearing the noise, which made him loosen his fist.

"Senior Brother!" Hua Jiantang quickly stepped forward and pulled Li Fuyi aside to prevent the two from continuing the confrontation.

He held the linen mourning clothes in his hand and handed them to Li Fuyi, whispering, "Put them on. Master is waiting for you in the room."

Lin Moran bowed respectfully to Shen Changxun and said, "Uncle Changxun, please forgive me. Master passed away suddenly, and Junior Brother Fuyi was unable to accept it at the moment, which is why he spoke inappropriately."

Her voice was soft to begin with, and she pleaded in a low voice, "Uncle Master, please forgive me for the sake of our Master."

Shen Changxun saw Li Fuyi staring blankly at the mourning clothes and sighed, "It's okay, I'll go over first, you two... bring him over here."

Looking at Shen Changxun's back, Lin Moran finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When he turned around and faced Li Fuyi again, he felt a mixture of emotions and was speechless for a moment.

But Master was still waiting for him, so he put aside his confused and chaotic emotions and said, "Fuyi, put on your clothes first and come with me to see Master. We can talk about other things later."

Li Fuyi stood there in a daze until he heard Lin Moran's familiar soft voice, then he took his eyes off the mourning clothes in Hua Jiantang's hand.

Lin Moran was dressed in plain white linen mourning clothes, with only a plain silver hairpin inserted in her bun. The small white velvet flower bloomed quietly, becoming the most eye-catching decoration.

"Senior sister!"

"Why are you dressed like this?"

"He is the person least likely to die in the world. Don't be fooled by him."

Lin Moran's eyebrows instantly twisted, and her emotions finally erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time.

He raised his hand and slapped Li Fuyi, causing Li Fuyi's face to tilt to one side.

"You! You! You!" Lin Moran's voice trembled with anger. She said "you" three times in a row. She was really angry.

"If it weren't for the fact that Master had only you in his mind until the very end..."

Tears glistened in her eyes as she choked with sobs, "We don't care what happens between you and Master!"

He raised his hand and released a magical instrument to trap Li Fuyi, "Master's last wish, we must fulfill it."

"Xiaohua! Come with me and push him over."

Hua Jiantang nodded silently, spread out the mourning clothes and draped them over Li Fuyi, took off his headband and replaced it with a white one.

He grabbed Li Fuyi's arm and tried to pull her forward, but Li Fuyi's feet seemed to be rooted there, firmly fixed there, and would not move at all no matter how hard he pulled.

The red marks on Li Fuyi's face were still burning, but he was extremely frightened in his heart.

He turned to Hua Jiantang and said, "You all teamed up to deceive me, right?"

"You must have known about this, so you teamed up with him to deceive me."

"You're lying to me, aren't you?" His voice got smaller and smaller, almost begging for a negative answer.

Hua Jiantang no longer had the cheerfulness of the past, and his eyes were filled with anger that he was trying hard to suppress.

He tutted his words and deliberately provoked, "If you say we're lying to you, then just follow us and you'll know for sure."

"Why waste time talking here, sir?"

"Or... you're afraid that Master is really dead and you don't dare to take a last look at him!"

Hua Jiantang's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the most vulnerable and fearful part of Li Fuyi's heart at the moment.

"I..." Li Fuyi's voice was stuck in her throat, and she wanted to refute.

He wanted to explain that he was not afraid of Mo Zheng's death at all.

In fact, he is the one who most wants Mo Zheng to disappear!!

However, when he tried to say the word, he found that he could not make a sound.

Whenever the word "death" was associated with Mo Zheng, he instinctively felt resistance.

"Li Fuyi..." Lin Moran's tears had already overflowed from her eyes without her knowing when, "Let's go... Master has been waiting for you... for a long time..."

Li Fuyi seemed to have been drained of all his strength. Like a deflated ball, he staggered and was supported and dragged by Hua Jiantang into the small courtyard that he was very familiar with.

When I finally reached the door, I saw the name on the newly carved tablet and the smoke from the burning incense curled up...

He suddenly stopped and refused to take another step forward.

With his eyes downcast, his voice was extra heavy, "Senior Sister, untie me, I want to be alone with him for a while..."

Seeing this, Shen Changxun and Liu Xingrou, who were standing in the house, looked at each other and walked towards them.

Liu Xingrou patted Lin Moran's shoulder and said, "Moran, let go and let him in."

Lin Moran hesitated for a moment, but finally released the magic weapon that bound Li Fuyi.

At that moment he darted into the room.

The door was slammed shut by his sleeve with a "bang", followed by the crisp "click" of the bolt falling.