I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3657: Chapter 1781: Youth (2)

With others?

Still have to build tacit understanding, so tiring!

"What’s the matter?" Feng Zhongzui asked.

The maid beside him bent over again, fed him a cherry, and said, "I heard the matchmaker found Lord Shou on the Ghost Buddha Realm’s side, and is fighting Hua Changdeng."

?

The world isolates me...

The world suddenly turned gray and white, and I couldn’t see a bit of color anymore. Feng Zhongzui’s head spun, and the cherry pit got stuck in his nostril and came out:

"What! Did! You! Say!"

Lord Shou?

Hua Changdeng?

How can human words utter these two names so calmly?

Spectators of Golden Apricot couldn’t hear the beauty’s words, only saw Feng Zhongzui suddenly bounce up, immediately flooded with full comments:

"What a thing, scared me to death!"

"Fatty bounced, cherry in nose!"

"Please, lose some weight, suddenly face-planted, pig head scared my little treasure to tears..."

Behind the Sword Testing Platform, the Feng family communicator who squeezed for half a day but couldn’t get in, had to jump high, waving his hands, shouting:

"Young Master Feng, stop chewing seeds!"

"Lord Shou is fighting Hua Sword Deity in the Ghost Buddha Realm, our people verified it, it’s true!"

?

The world, turns gray a second time.

Feng Zhongzui’s face turned ashen, he plopped back into the enlarged grand chair, nearly smashing it.

"Stop!"

He directly cut off the Golden Apricot images, his expression uncertain, and said to the people beside him:

"Go to Apricot Realm, contact Lord Li, I want the exclusive transmitting rights for this battle and all upcoming fights, they can name their price, I have spirit gems!"

The communicator expected this, replied: "Lord Li isn’t here..."

"Then contact Mr. Zhu!"

"Mr. Zhu doesn’t care about these things, he never respects Young Master Feng... um, us."

"Mu Zili, we’ve treated so many people to drinks, can’t you contact even one to speak?"

"Everyone’s unavailable..."

"What about Demi-Saint Zang Ren? I have a drinking bond with him!"

"Senior Zang Ren is also in seclusion..."

Feng Zhongzui’s mind was originally foggy, but the drink suddenly scared him sober, suddenly felt he could no longer hold onto the sands slipping through his fingers, panicked:

"Old family head..."

"Young Master Feng, did you forget? The old family head advised you to practice swordsmanship before, you said you’d practice later, so he didn’t see you anymore."

"Take my token! Go invite Elder Yang!"

"Three months ago, Elder Yang and Master Siren entered Apricot Realm to teach, and have not returned..."

"Then call them back!"

"Young Master Feng, we’ve tried over a dozen times before, did you forget? Previously wanted to have Elder Yang go to the Sword Testing Platform, he never responded..."

Thud.

Feng Zhongzui slumped in the grand chair, his heart racing, his face pallid as paper, a feeling of being abandoned by the whole world.

Just moments ago, he had everything!

He had seven million viewers, even weight loss, persuading to practice sword, they were just teasing... right?

"Young Master Feng, you’ve sweated a lot, let me wipe it for you~"

The maid beside him bent over again, Feng Zhongzui suddenly leapt up, swatting away the maid, yelling angrily:

"Useless!"

"Not knowing Lord Shou, not recognizing Hua Sword Deity, worthless eyes who don’t see people... why do I keep you? Useless! All of you useless!"

In the hall, dead silence, hearts in panic.

Feng Zhongzui felt like he was drowning, unable to find anything to support his weight.

Until a flash of insight, his small eyes widened, clutching to the last lifeline:

"Xiao Wanfeng!"

"Yes! Xiao Wanfeng, quickly go to Apricot Realm to find Xiao Wanfeng!"

"I have a debt with him... no, I have a deep friendship with him, we are inseparable! He will help me, he definitely will!"

The communicator remained unmoved.

Feng Zhongzui shouted hoarsely: "Go, what are you standing there for?"

The communicator opened his mouth, glanced aside, only could sigh lowly, still made no sound.

The Sword Testing Platform was desolate.

At the corner of the corridor, those who were leaving left, those who were dispersing scattered, finally leaving a solitary, upright figure, sharp as a sword:

"Feng Zhongzui, I’ve been here all along."

A gentle call, Feng Zhongzui was suddenly awakened.

He looked up, the boy of his age at the corridor was magnificent, full of heroic spirit, behind him carrying a greatsword case, eyebrows overshadowing his eyes, eyes exuding light, piercing and forceful, with a force able to rip mountains asunder.

"Xiao Wanfeng..."

Feng Zhongzui startled up from the grand chair again.

He suddenly remembered, Xiao Wanfeng does not live in the Apricot Realm like himself, this guy only went there once, and came back.

A guy who doesn’t know how to enjoy...

But he’s always been at the Flower Moon Tower...

Yes, he had agreed with himself before, to go to the Ghost Buddha Realm together for training, and was waiting?

No, for half a year, ever since the Golden Apricot transmission started, he had no time, it wasn’t intentional delay, but indeed he completely forgot about Xiao Wanfeng, until now...

"Brother Xiao!"

Feng Zhongzui blinked hard, wiped his teary eyes, reaching out to greet:

"Brother Xiao save me! Brother Xiao save me!"

"I know I was wrong, I really know now... Brother Xiao, I only have you left."

Xiao Wanfeng was unlike the thousands of guests at Flower Moon Tower these past six months, who ran towards him blindly; he still stood in place, speaking calmly:

"I cannot save you, the only savior has always been yourself."

Feng Zhongzui opened his mouth, wanted to step forward, but taking initiative seemed cheap, he lowered his hand, said:

"How can I save myself?"

Xiao Wanfeng narrowed his eyes: "Go with me to the Ghost Buddha Realm."

"Alright!"

Feng Zhongzui shouted, he wanted to rise up.

He pushed away the grand chair, dashed forward towards Xiao Wanfeng, ran a few steps and stopped, panting heavily, his head down.

Supporting his knees, he suddenly seemed to realize something, looked up toward the young man at the corridor.

The youth bore a sword, full of chivalry.

He had bloated into a round ball, sword skills wasted, spirit fading, now unable to move, even fearing to fall while flying.

Both at Flower Moon Tower, same age, same path.

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