Is the falling flower intentionally ruthless?

"Huh." Xiaoying smiled slightly, the meaning of which no one understood except herself.

Thinking that Xiaoying had been split by a palm from the white bone lady, the three ladies looked at each other and sat down next to Xiaoying.

"Little shadow girl, don't worry, there is no grass at the end of the world, so it doesn't matter if Tang Lu doesn't care about you, there are many young talents in the cemetery, sister, who do you fancy, just tell my sister, make sure you can hug the handsome guy." After the eldest lady said this, she didn't forget to pat Xiaoying's shoulder.

That force, the small shadow of the shock trembled his teeth and bit his tongue fiercely.

Thinking of the ghost king's request for help not long ago, Xiaoying trembled even more, this lady has a history of abuse, and she doesn't hurry up to find a way to leave now, maybe she will be abused by several ladies in what way.

"Don't worry, ladies don't worry, I'm not going to like that Tang Lu."

"Don't like you babbling all night?" The second lady, who had not spoken, finally found an opportunity to speak.

Knowing that what they decided would not change clearly, Xiaoying smiled bitterly and said truthfully: "Because he is my enemy, I will become a resentful spirit, maybe because of him." ”

In that muddy place, he stabbed him with a sword, and there should be nothing wrong with treating him as an enemy.

"Ah, that's no wonder." The eldest lady was a little surprised, but quickly recovered, and waved her hand again, intending to pat Xiaoying's shoulder.

Quietly moved outward, and after avoiding the retake of the eldest lady, Xiaoying quickly stood up.

Looking outside the house, there was no half of the guards, and Xiaoying couldn't help but say anxiously: "Won't the martial arts tournament have already started!" ”

"Yes, early in the morning, the husband took all the ghosts in the cemetery into action."

"What? Why didn't you tell me? Startled, Xiaoying hurriedly ran out.

The third lady closest to her hurriedly stretched out her hand to grab her and persuaded: "Don't worry, every year when the martial arts competition starts, there will always be a lot of aristocratic showmanship, but at noon, the official competition will not start." ”

"It's okay, I've slept for so long, it's okay to go out and bask in the sun." Xiaoying shook her head, found a gap, and quickly broke free from the shackles of the third lady.

Glancing at the bed, Xiaoying turned around and ran out of the house, she ran very fast, the three ladies saw the eyes, and couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong with her?" Are we scary? ”

If Xiaoying is lucky enough to hear this, she will definitely sigh with emotion.

After all, in her heart, these three ladies were not just terrible, but terrifying.

Running out of the ghost king's house, Xiaoying followed the faint voice in the distance, and found all the way to the place where the martial arts tournament began.

All kinds of charms and ghosts, Xiaoying finally looked at them all, they were either sitting or standing, and finally they all gathered in a circle, and in the center of the circle stood some gorgeously dressed, obviously the nobles who were beautiful and literary as the third lady said.

In fact, the nobles of the Seven Cities are like this, not only asking the children and grandchildren of their own family to cultivate well, but also requiring their children and grandchildren to learn more.

To put it simply, the so-called aristocracy is a group of stubborn families who love face.

Snorting silently, Xiaoying casually found a place to sit down, and smiled formulaically at the ghost next to him.

In the day of the cemetery, there is not much sun to bask in, and the dim atmosphere, in Xiaoying's opinion, the most comfortable thing is to sleep.

Losing the oppression of the three ladies, Xiaoying hung his head and quickly dozed off, and the ghost king, who was also dozing off sitting on a high place, had already driven away the sleepy insects at this time, and was ready to announce the opening of the martial arts competition.

When he turned around, he saw Xiaoying, and he hurriedly ordered the entourage around him to invite her over.

Standing beside the ghost king in a daze, Xiaoying opened her eyes slightly, and clearly heard the ghost king introduce her to everyone, and at the same time added: "This martial arts competition, Benjun's sister will also participate." ”

"What? Isn't the number of members participating in this tournament an odd number? ”

"Yes, who knows how strong the ghost king's sister is? Then the reward for first place will be very hanging. ”

……

Everyone's discussion continued, and at this time, Xiaoying felt the familiar coolness circulate from her back to her whole body, and when she turned around, Ghost Jun smiled and handed her back the Book of the Dead.

Grateful to take it, Xiaoying finally drove away the sleepiness, and the face of the ghost monarch was hit, she quickly turned around and explained: "Don't worry, I won't compete for the top three positions, I just want to occupy one of the hundred." ”

"This sister of Benjun is still young in mana, and she is the youngest resentful spirit in the cemetery." Xiaoying's words would believe that there are very few ghosts and ghosts, but the incident pointed out by the ghost king has made everyone's hearts a little balanced.

After all, everyone can't be sure whether Xiaoying will give up the opportunity to compete for the top three in the end, but now, the identity of her resentful spirit is in front of her, and everyone doesn't have to worry at all, a resentful spirit with low cultivation talent can have the opportunity to compete with herself for the top three.

Seeing that everyone acquiesced to Xiaoying's participation, Ghost Jun nodded at Xiaoying, smiled and pulled him to sit next to him.

After placing the little shadow, the ghost monarch took a step and went to the center of the circle, the strange sleeves of his robe were lifted by him, and the warm sun that was originally in the sky quickly swept towards the west.

In that quick process, Xiaoying felt a slightly cool breath from the Book of the Undead, and when she looked down, she saw a lot of pictures.

The first picture is the muddy place she had been to before, and the character who looks similar to her is looking in a certain direction at the moment, and sighs faintly: "Xiaoying, I hope you can be safe." ”

"So you worry about people, too." muttered, Xiaoying's heart was warm, it felt like an orphan who had been struggling alone for many years, found his relatives, and was cared for by his relatives.

In the second picture, it is an antique teahouse, which has three floors, the first floor is a modern service, but with the addition of waiters in ancient costumes, and a large storyteller.

Vaguely, Xiaoying seemed to have heard the story told by the storyteller on the storyteller, and I don't know which magician had become famous.

Not interested in hearing such stories, Xiaoying leaned to the second floor, where two people stood by the window.

I saw the white-clothed Shengxue and the paper fan swaying lightly and said: "Qianji, look at this day, the annual martial arts competition in the cemetery is probably starting." ”

"Well, Xiaoying should be back soon." Nodding in agreement, the young man's desireless eyes once again flashed with dazzling colors.

"A thousand machines? That's your name. Xiaoying secretly wrote down this name in her heart, thinking that after leaving the necropolis in the future, she would find this person, so that she could ask for his name.

The third picture is a red maple forest, quickly passing through the red maple forest, and the place where it appears is like a paradise, they live a life of male farmers and women weaving, and some chickens and dogs bark in the fertile fields.

At this moment, a young man in white casual clothes suddenly appeared on the narrow road, he was out of place with everything around him, but he embellished the peace around him.

Suddenly, a little girl appeared out of nowhere, happily hugged the young man's legs, laughed and said, "Brother in white, you have finally been caught by me." ”

"Okay, good, the young master of my Beichen family is naturally the most powerful." The boy picked up the little girl and scratched her nose with a smile.

The little girl ignored his praise and wanted to break free from his embrace and run away, but he deliberately pretended to be angry and scolded in a low voice: "Beichen Shadow, today the Charm and Spirits have started the annual martial arts competition, your magic power belongs to the light department, it is best to retreat in the City Lord's Mansion in the past few days, don't want to run out and be greedy." ”

"I hate it, the brother in white is a bad guy, and the big bad guy with my dad ......"

The little girl's complaining voice faded away, and Xiaoying blinked, finally remembering where she had seen the names Beichen Ying and Baiyi.

Subconsciously touched the invitations in his arms, and found that they were indeed there, Xiaoying couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The fourth picture is a dark place, where there is a waterfall, and in front of the waterfall stands a tombstone, and in front of the tombstone stands a straight man.

The man stretched out his hand, pressed his middle finger on the tombstone, and whispered: "Stealing the sky, that ghost monarch in the Phantom City Necropolis is really domineering, but it's a pity that we can't participate in the martial arts competition." ”

"Where is this?" While thinking, Xiaoying withdrew from the dark place, wanting to see what kind of place the ghosts and ghosts were holding martial arts competitions in the cemetery, but they couldn't come over to participate.

As he exited, a dark shadow flashed, followed by a neutral voice: "Who trespassed into my Death Palace?" ”

"Tian~" was so frightened that she retracted her detection, and Xiaoying patted her chest with palpitations.

The Charm Monster hates the Occupant Masters the most, because they will wipe out all the Charm Monsters who dare to retaliate, and what the Charm Monsters fear most is the Death Palace.

This dark place that towers beyond the Seven Cities is bred by ruthless monsters who hold the decree in their hands, and with the innate Scythe of Death, they harvest all the magicians who dare to violate the rules of the magic world.

In the same way, they also harvest all the ghosts and ghosts they encounter.

Don't dare to go any further, Xiao Ying wanted to take back the Book of the Dead, but found that the fifth picture jumped out by himself, in the picture was a huge cultivation platform, there was only one teenager in the stage, flying with a long sword, as if the whole world in his eyes was only that sword.

"Tang Lu!" Familiar with the name, Xiaoying frowned, stretched out his hand to put away the book of the dead, and saw the young man put away the long sword in an instant, looked up in the direction where she was, and said: "The master of the book of the dead, you have visited my Zero clan several times, is it really dead?" ”

"Ignorant bastard, you think I want to." Unceremoniously replied, Xiaoying quickly closed the Book of the Dead and put it into his arms.

She turned her head and looked around, making sure that everyone's eyes were on Ghost Jun, and then she looked at Ghost Jun with confidence.

It just so happened that the ghost king said the most critical words of the day: "The martial arts competition, open!" ”