Chapter Seventy-Three: Memories of Past Lives

"Son of Shura, what do you think of us?" Endan Long Chenxing finished admiring the Taoyuan Realm and asked Long Chenxing.

"Very good." This was the first time Long Chenxing had replied to him, but after that, Long Chenxing's words made his heart sink, "But it's so depressed outside, but you are so comfortable." Protector? Haha, ironic. ”

"It's not like that!" At this moment, a voice came, looking for prestige, and it was Xiaoya, "You don't know at all." If not, where would we be from Taoyuan Village now, if it weren't for Grandpa En, he would ......"

"Xiaoya!" En said angrily again, but this time Xiao Ya did not shut up, but continued, "Grandpa En, I'm sorry for making you angry, but why should you be regarded as an evil thing after saving so many people, but he can live for a hundred years, why!" Why! Why should every generation of our Taoyuan Realm become the tools they use to 'teach'......" "Enough, shut up for me. Long Chenxing said angrily without warning.

"You are all hypocritical, you are all hypocritical......" Before the words fell, Long Chenxing had already flashed in front of Xiaoya, grabbed her throat and said, "Said, shut up!" Xiaoya felt the anger on his body, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound. If you look closely, you will find that Long Chenxing's eyes have already turned blood-red, and the black qi on his body is surrounded. At this time, Long Chenxing raised his hand, wanting to stab it.

"Not good!" En secretly screamed and immediately blocked in front of Xiaoya. "Poof" the sword entered the body, and Xiaoya shed tears.

"Xiaoya, don't cry." Eun's voice became hoarse, "Son of Shura, if this can dissolve the anger in your heart, then I am willing to turn into a ghost under your sword." ”

"Ding." Long Chenxing's hand suddenly let go, and everything around him suddenly turned into nothingness, as if nothing had happened just now. In the void, there were only the dragon star and the Shura sword that glowed with a faint blood-red light.

"Am I wrong? Am I wrong? Am I really wrong? Long Chenxing kept repeating this sentence in place.

Suddenly, Xiu Xiu appeared in front of Long Chenxing, looking at Xiu Xiu, Long Chenxing said godlessly, "Xiu Xiu, I, am I really wrong?" Xiu Xiu didn't answer, but just hugged Long Chenxing into his arms and said gently, "No, you're not wrong." You're just following your heart. It's just that you misunderstand your mission. Long Chenxing's body suddenly froze slightly, and he looked up at Xiu Xiu, as if he had thought of something.

……

Longmen Mountain, the headquarters of Longzong.

"Brother Chenxing." A woman ran over and grabbed a man's hand. The man was slender, handsome, and had skin that even women would be jealous of.

"Wan'er, you say, am I wrong?" Long Chenxing looked at the woman who was called Wan'er. The face of the country and the city, the tall figure, a black curly hair all the way to the waist, and the figure of the golden ratio is even a little similar to Ling Chen. If it were someone else, his eyes would be hot, but Long Chenxing's eyes were so empty.

"How so?" Wan'er looked at Long Chenxing, "In Wan'er's heart, Brother Chenxing is always right." ”

At this point, Long Chenxing smiled at Wan'er, and Wan'er was obsessed with it, "Wan'er, thank you." ”

"Hehe," Wan'er smiled at Long Chenxing, "This is my brother Chenxing." You're just following your heart, that's right. After listening, Long Chenxing took Wan'er into his arms and kissed the person who made people moved.

"I hate it." Wan'er pushed Long Chenxing away, blushed slightly, and ran away. Looking at Wan'er's back, Long Chenxing's eyes became lonely again, "Wan'er, forgive me." "Well, go in the opposite direction.

……

"Wan'er......" Long Chenxing muttered.

"What?" Xiu Xiu didn't hear it clearly.

"No, nothing. Xiuxiu, where is this? Long Chenxing hurriedly opened the topic.

"Ah, here, this is the Peach Source Realm." Xiu Xiu replied.

"That ......" Before Long Chenxing finished speaking, he cultivated the Dao, "Here, it is an independent space. As the old man said, except that he didn't tell you something. This place was not created by him, but by the god Shura, and it is also a training ground for you. ”