Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Chapter 169: Wastewood Men Are Sticky 33

A Zhaoyan.

She looked back at Guhao.

Gu Hao understood what she meant and nodded: “It's her. ”

Zhao quietly looked at the martial arts hall. When Gu Hao thought she was going to do something, Zhao shook his head and walked forward.

“Don't you want to take a look? ”

Zhao shook his head: “What are you looking at? The fruit she's getting now is the reason she planted it herself. ”

“If I feel sorry for her now, who will pity those innocent people who have been murdered and those who have lost their loved ones to pain? ”

Gu Hao looked back at the hospital and suddenly said:

“I don't know why, I heard that scream, I knew what happened to the woman, and there was a feeling of relief in my heart. ”

Zhao looked at him surprised.

Gu Hao felt a little nervous, afraid that Zhao felt too cruel, but did not want to lie to her.

“I don't feel sorry for the woman at all, she took it upon herself, and seeing her get this result, I just feel that there is something invisible in her mind that loosens up, even… even her mood has improved a lot. ”

Gu Hao frowned, obviously he was confused.

Carefully, though he is not very kind, he is not a cold-blooded downhole stone man, and should not feel this way.

Zhao understood something.

She stretched out her hand and caressed Fuguhao's eyebrows and said seriously: "Perhaps she is an enemy of your previous life. When I saw her like this, I let go of my obsession. ”

Gu Hao grabbed her hand and left behind things related to Blue Ice Heart.

Left or right is just an irrelevant person, good or bad, what does it have to do with him?

……

After two years of traveling, Azhao took Guhao to his physical place.

It was a big snowy mountain with a high mountain, and the snow kept constant all year round, and she was the only one who lived there.

Now, there's someone with him.

Gu Hao started a long shutdown.

With each closure, the boundaries are greatly elevated.

He just couldn't see through Zhao's realm.

It was as if he had gone a hundred steps forward or a thousand steps forward, and the man in front of him would always look at her with a smile.

One day, Guhao finally asked:

“Zhao, what is your realm? ”

A Zhaowen, playing with a little snow bunch, blinked his eyes and said softly: “Me, at your training speed, in about a thousand years, you can...”

“Boom! ”

Zhao: “…” How many years has this thunder not sounded?

The system opens in a timely manner, whispering: “Please also ask the host not to brag, at the cultivation speed of the male host, it doesn't take a thousand years to reach the host's current situation. ”

Zhao: “...”

Gu Hao somehow glanced at Zhao, although he didn't understand what had happened, he touched his nose and suffered.

There are no years on the snow mountain, and the turn is five hundred years.

After spending 500 years, Guhao finally entered the highest realm possible for martial artists on the Shenbu mainland - Wusheng.

It was also not until this time that he really saw Zhao's realm - Wusheng Peak, ready to break the void and fly up.

He suddenly understood why the man spent the whole day just lazily squeezing the snow bundle.

The spiritual energy of Shenwu mainland is limited, and Wusheng Peak is already the most powerful realm, with no further possibilities for progress.

“Zhao, you've been waiting for me?” Gu Hao asked.

Zhao pinched the snow clump in his hand into a ball and stuffed it in his neck. Watching this man's good temper was still made by himself.