He cast the spell again without worry, holding the dream pen in his hand, and building a killing intent, pointing directly at Qingyun.

This blow completely shattered Qing Yun's spiritual root, the immortal book no longer existed, and the half-point cultivation could not support the broken body of the spiritual root, and the prototype was revealed in an instant, becoming an unknown little green snake.

But even so, he was not satisfied with worry-free, and he cast a spell again to take Qingyun's life, and at the critical moment, Wan'er stood in front of Qingyun. Since the strength of this blow is not strong, and Wan'er is now an immortal, she is under this palm, so it is not a big problem.

"I don't know what mistake Qing Yun made to make the fairy so angry?" Wan'er is not as empty as Qing Yun, in the face of arrogance and unreasonableness, she is both carefree or so calm and calm, without losing her elegance.

Qing Yao held his hand, shook his slender waist, and slowly walked down the stone steps. "Little girl, the owner of this shop doesn't want to worry about your rudeness with you, after all, you are the one who Qingyao and Osheng used up their spiritual power to resurrect me, and it is a pity to kill you. Carefree picked up Wan'er's delicate face and looked at it carefully, "I painted so carefully to create such a beauty, but I have to keep it." ”

Wan'er was surprised: "What did you just say? It was Qing Yao who asked you to resurrect me!" Wan'er's face was full of disbelief, and her expression was terrified, "She was the one who killed me, and she was the one who saved me! Why did she do this?"

"It's not that she wants to do this, but her friend sees that she has been trapped by love all her life, so he asked me to do it. "I don't have to worry about it, but I haven't forgotten Qingyao's last entrustment. "You also understand the matter, it's time to get out of the way, Qingyun, heh!" she sneered flatteringly, "You must die today!"

"The lord spares his life, Qing Yun knows his mistake!" A small green snake snaked weakly, and only needed to twist the jade finger lightly, and Qing Yun ceased to exist.

"If you can escape from my hands, if you beg for mercy, it will be too simple!"

"Qinglang!ahh

Wan'er went through the reincarnation of a lifetime, stepped on the Nai He Bridge again, drank Meng Po soup, and finally remembered the past, and met the love of her heart more than 100 years ago, but it was a farewell to life and death, and her heart was like a knife.

The most worry-free thing is that someone is crying and crying in front of her, pitiful look, it seems that Qingyun and this Wan'er are really a perfect match, but it's a pity, Yue Lao doesn't want to give you a good ending, otherwise I won't be pinched out of the marriage road!

"Are you done crying? After crying, go back to Bishui Lake, take over Qingyun's position, stay in Bishui Lake, don't be like him, come out to make trouble. He smoothed the green silk scattered on his forehead, and his tone was cold.

Wan'er wiped away her tears and got up slowly, her eyes resolute and worry-free. "What mistake did Qing Yun make, you want to do this to him!"

She was a little tired, resurrected the dead, gave a fairy position, and executed Qingyun, who didn't know what to do, she was really tired, sighed lightly, shook her head weakly, snapped her fingers, and a beam of fluorescence penetrated into the depths of Wan'er's mind.

Wan'er was in unbearable pain in an instant, collapsed to the ground, biting her lower lip in pain, and beads of sweat like soybeans appeared on her forehead.

"I'm tired and need to rest! After saying that, he turned around and entered the wine shop, closed the door, and ignored it.

The past is vivid, Wan'er saw the friendship between Qing Yao and Qing Yun when they were young, and also saw Qing Yun's decision to raise a sword to Qing Yao, and saw the despair in Qing Yao's eyes, and Qing Yun's ruthlessness.

For more than 100 years, in order to vent his own personal anger, Qing Yun sent Qing Yao into endless escape with a complaint. Since then, Qing Yun has traveled all over the mountains with those heavenly soldiers and generals, just to send Qing Yao into the Abi Hell, so that she will never be able to live beyond her life, just to avenge Wan'er.

But they all forgot that when Qing Yao first came to the world, she was just a little snake with a little skin, and she saved more people than she killed.

Scold...... It's ridiculous.

Qing Yun has pursued Qing Yao for hundreds of years, but she has not had the slightest idea of finding Wan'er. This...... is his joy for Wan'er.

Wan'er struggled to stand up, sighed, lost her eyes, and saluted the wine shop: "Thank you, Wan'er...... I see. As soon as the words fell, she dragged her body, one step, two steps...... With regret for Qing Yao and Qing Yun's remaining joy, he went to Bishui Lake.

"Qing Yao! Qing Yao, don't blame me, Qing Yun really damn it!"

The smoke rises from the north river, and the south screen is long and twilight. Qing Yao and Wei were scattered in the end, and they became a touch of cold sand in this mortal world, and they disappeared in the world.

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The red candle burned all night, weeping down blood-like tears, white clouds rose, and a touch of morning sun hit the dim nameless wine shop. She got up slowly along the light, and the silence of the night made her sleep well.

Pushing open the window, the early morning wind was a little cold, but it made her sober up a little.

Yesterday is gone, don't remember the past.

It's time to get out of business.

She waved her long sleeves lightly, opened the door, and cast a spell to make the tables and chairs shine a little, and the thousands of worries on the wine cabinet were in order, arranged according to time and year, and the pot of moon wine fell on the thirteenth row, sixteen squares. The new wine shines brightly, and the old things have become more mellow and fragrant over time.

The ever-bright light was on overnight, then turned off for a while, and rekindled.

In less than half an hour, the wine shop was full, and all the immortals and gods all carried pots to drink, and praised them again and again. The old wine is accompanied by green plums, and the new wine is baked for a while, and the cup is in the stomach, which is inducing.

There is a white-haired old man, wearing a plain robe on the ground, slumped against the west window, sniffing the wine, making a sound of enjoyment, the white sideburns Ying's face is extremely red, obviously a little drunk, he forgot some sense of proportion in a daze, waved his long sleeves and said: "When I passed by Nantianmen yesterday, guess who I saw?"

"Brother Taibai, what strange things have you seen here?" The barefoot fairy next to him was draped in idle white hair, revealing a smooth head, a pair of two-foot-long big feet were exposed, no shoes, shaking a broken fan, and said with a smile.

The conversation between the two also aroused the attention of the other drinkers, and all the immortals pricked up their ears and listened attentively to the good show.

is carefree, and he is very serious about pounding the Bodhi leaves in his hand, and he is not much interested in the drunken entertainment of the immortals.

"I saw Marshal Tianyou's face flushed, full of murderous aura!"