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The purple disciple looked at his father for a moment and nodded slightly.

"Let's go back." The purple ghost patted his son on the shoulder, "Go and protect the person you should protect!" ”

In response, the purple disciple turned around and walked out of the door, and with a shake of his body, he had already disappeared into the night, and in a moment, when he reappeared in shape, he was already standing downstairs in the Cold Moon Pavilion.

Raising his face and looking at the light shining through the Dan room on the second floor, he knew that his little master was cultivating again.

Without speaking, he just calmly walked into the shadows under the attic, as he did every time, to protect the Purple Pupil.

He couldn't help with the cultivation matter, all he could do was to protect her and let her not be disturbed by anyone.

Reverse - Sky - Small - Crazy - After***

Late at night.

On the creek by the back mountain bamboo forest.

A figure crossed the stream like the wind, and fell back on the grass before reappearing.

The moon is white, the long hair is tied behind the head, and the face under the moonlight is very delicate, it is the purple pupils.

In the night breeze, her clothes and hair were slightly swayed, except for the slight water marks on the soles of her small black buckskin boots, but the hem of her robe was not stained with water at all.

After unremitting efforts, this set of footwork called "Dou Zhuan Xing Shift", she has achieved a little success, although it is not possible to do it like the purple dome without touching the leaves, but it is not difficult to run a few times on the creek without dripping.

Noticing a small shiny droplet on the tip of one side of the boot, Zi Tong shook his head slightly, and jumped on the green bamboo stake again.

In mid-air, sharp objects fluttered.

She had just landed on the green bamboo stake, and several silver rays of light had already hit her.

Retracting her right leg, the purple pupil took the foot as the center of the green bamboo stake, and with a neat spin, several silver lights all fell short, none of them touched the hem of her clothes, and before her raised right foot fell, a figure had already rushed across the diagonal side, and the man in black fell on the green bamboo stake, and punched her with a wave of his hand.

The purple pupil retreated sharply, and her feet naturally performed the footwork of fighting and turning stars, and although the opponent's fist was fast, it still did not touch her body.

After dodging, she did not escape, but stepped forward, unceremoniously punched out, and fought with the other party on the green bamboo stake.

The two sides came and went, no one spoke, only the sound of the wind brought out by the fists and feet hitting the air, after a few moves, the purple pupils suddenly screamed, and the feet hurried, and the whole person turned into an afterimage.

The delicate little fist punched out, already close to the opponent's chest.

On the white and tender little fist, there was a faint layer of red light, although the light was very faint, in the night, it was very obvious.

A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the man in black, and he instinctively hugged his arms to protect his chest.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the purple pupil's fist slammed into the arm of the man in black, a silver light flashed, and the body of the purple pupil flew out directly upside down and landed on the grass, the man in black shook and took a step back before he stabilized his body on the green bamboo stake.

Seeing the purple pupils flying out, the man in black was shocked in his eyes, and immediately flew over and was about to pull towards her arm.

Brush!

The blade had been sharpened, and the black-clothed man had avoided the blade with his side face, but there was already an extra tear on the masked black scarf, and there were blood marks on it.

"Stand down!"

The sound of deep shouts sounded, and the black-clothed body shook and somersaulted neatly in the air, avoiding the poisonous needle thrown by the purple pupil, and landed lightly on the grass.

In the bamboo forest, the masked Purple Dome walked and stopped in front of the Purple Pupil, who had already stood up from the ground.

"Are you alright?"