"Come, Xiuyi is about to take the high school entrance examination, you have to eat a little more to supplement your nutrition!" Zong Xiuyi's mother, Comrade Lin Yiqiu, smiled and put a pork rib into Zong Xiuyi's bowl.

"Okay, Mom, I know, and besides, can you cut the ribs a little smaller, it's not a piece, it's a piece!" Zong Xiuyi said impatiently.

"Huh? You have an opinion! Comrade Lin Yiqiu's voice was mixed with something similar to anger.

"Forget it, the little rabbit cub is going to take the high school entrance examination, so don't compete with him." As he spoke, he took out a kitchen knife with a fake smile on his face, "Okay, okay, mom will help you cut it." ”

Comrade Lin Yiqiu grinned and held a kitchen knife with a very terrifying appearance, "Count... Forget it, I think one is more fragrant and has more meat. ”

"That's good, hurry up and eat, finish eating and write the test paper!" Comrade Lin Yiqiu said with some arrogance.

There was a loud bang, and the sky quickly turned blood-red.

"Hehe, lowly human, become the blood food of this seat!" Hoarse and loud voices spread all over the world. "Huh?" Zong Xiu's head was full of small question marks, "This plot seems to be a little familiar!" ”

Zong Xiu rushed to the study, but found that his parents didn't come over to take a look when they heard such a loud voice, but at this critical juncture, they couldn't take care of it so much.

"A humanoid body, eight golden wings, aha! My fantasy came true. Zong Xiuyi said happily, took out the Guanyin jade hanging around his neck, and roared with full anger, "Seal, lift!" "Guanyin Jade did not emit divine light, try to roar again" Seal, lift! ”

"Alas! I knew it wasn't going to happen to me. Zong Xiuyi said disappointedly.

There were many fireworks on the giant beast, which should have been couriers launched by various countries.

There were cultivators cultivated by many countries in the air, which was unknown to the public, and at this moment of crisis, countries finally showed their hole cards.

However, these are just food deliveries, and as soon as those cultivators flew in front of the giant beast, they were sucked into their mouths, and they really delivered food.

Zong Xiuyi looked at everything calmly, and wanted to ask why Zong Xiuyi was so calm, which was inseparable from his many years of reading more than 100 fantasy novels of all kinds, which exercised his incomparable heart.

If these cultivators did not defeat the giant beast, then the countries would have to destroy everything with nuclear bombs, thinking of this, Zong Xiuyi was a little flustered, he didn't want to die, as Jin Yiwei, he didn't participate in Yiyi's birthday party, as the Imperial Ayajun, he hadn't been to Aya's concert, thinking of this, Zong Xiuyi shed tears of anger. His home is full of these figurines, which are his favorites.

Just as Zong Xiu was thinking wildly, a figure slowly appeared in the air.

Zong Xiu looked over, but he felt that he was instantly pulled to the scene of the battle, and his consciousness seemed to be here, but the person did not really come here.

This person was wearing a white Taoist robe and holding a whisk in his hand, and Zong Xiu wanted to see his face clearly, but he couldn't see it clearly.

The scene of the battle next to the behemoth

At this time, this cultivator of unknown origin waved the dust in his hand, and thousands of hairs suddenly bloomed at the front end of the dust, although each hair was so thin that it was almost invisible, but under the light of the blood light, it shone with a trace of silver light, which made people fearful.

The hairs quickly approached the beast, and the hairs poked at the beast's shield at a high speed. Within a few moments, many cracks appeared in the protective shield around the giant beast. The giant beast was tired of coping, and roared angrily, "Cloud Shadow Supreme Sect Cultivator, why do you want to kill me completely!" ”

"Heh, why? If you hadn't sold me to Old Lady Yueyan, would I have been guilty of disrupting time and space? Don't you know how troublesome it is to fix time and space? I finally corrected the space-time dimension, and the old immortal of Yueyan chased after him, and a blow of Yan Burning Candle Heaven scattered the spirit of my supreme magic weapon Turning the Empty Bell Sword, don't talk nonsense, let's die! ”

At the same time, Zong Xiuyi's consciousness thought,

"He said, his name is Zong Xiuyi? Is it the same name, no, Lao Tzu's protagonist's halo brightens the eyes of people around the world. I understand, it must be me who has been training in Hongchen, and then it is my cultivation clone, hehe, sure enough, I am the boss! "Zong Xiu thought about it carefully, and it didn't feel right" He just said that he broke some magic weapon, this doppelganger is really not worry-free, I will punish him well when I come back!" ”

As soon as Zong Xiu thought about going back, as soon as he had this thought, his consciousness was sent home.

At this time, Zong Xiuyi found that there was such a loud noise outside, and his parents had not come to eat melons yet. Zong Xiu took three steps and made two steps, and hurriedly came to the restaurant, "Hey! What are you two doing... Ay? ”

Zong Xiuyi found that his parents froze, no, this is a fixation technique, what's the matter, could it be that the doppelganger rebelled and wanted to threaten my body? What can I do?

This is a voice from outside, "Zong Xiuyi, today you kill me, tomorrow you decide...""Tomorrow's matter will be discussed tomorrow, go see the king of Hades!" When the sentence ended, there was no sound outside.

"It's over, it's over, the badass clone is coming to the door, what should I do!"

At this moment, the white-clothed figure appeared at the table in the dining room, looking at Zong Xiuyi with a smile. One look at the face, huh? It doesn't look like me, it seems to be the same name. "No, why is this immortal cultivator coming to my house!"

Zong Xiuyi thought a lot at this time, thinking of the serial murderers in the Xiuzhen Realm, and thinking of the Xiuzhen Alliance Killing Competition.

Zong Xiuyi felt that it was time for him to make a decision!

He stepped forward and walked in front of the white-clothed cultivator, his hands raised, his momentum was magnificent, he felt like he was going to fight to the death, looking at the white-clothed cultivator's expression, he seemed to be frightened.

With a plop, Zong Xiu knelt on the ground, wrapped his hands around the thighs of the white-clothed cultivator, and said with a handful of snot and tears,

"Great Immortal, the little one is just a mortal, I don't know what has angered the adult, and please ask the adult to have a lot of Haihan!"

The white-clothed cultivator just wanted to open his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Zong Xiuyi.

"That's right, the little one knows that my seven aunts and eight aunts are not good things, my parents are not good things, and I am not a good thing, but I am not as handsome and dashing as adults, and the powerful person of Yushu Linfeng will come and kill me personally, right?" As he spoke, Zong Xiuyi got up and rushed to the kitchen, came over with a kitchen knife, and wanted to slash his neck with the kitchen knife.

Zong Xiuyi said with a crying voice, "My lord, I can't cut it." After finishing speaking, he stabbed at the center of the eyebrows of the white-clothed cultivator, and a golden light imperial armor appeared around the white-clothed cultivator, and Zong Xiuyi couldn't stab it no matter how hard he tried.

"Hahaha, your doppelganger is interesting and tight when you see it, why don't you meet the main body?" "Huh?"

Zong Xiu looked at it intently, and the white-clothed cultivator's face had become the same as him at some point, but his skin was whiter and smoother.

Zong Xiuyi thought to himself, "This plot is not right, I should be the protagonist and the golden finger!" I must be the essence. ”

"Don't think about it there, as my doppelganger, I can sense everything you think." After the white-clothed cultivator finished speaking, he exuded an aura from his body. This kind of momentum was different from the aura of an emperor, and Zong Xiuyi felt a feeling of the source of blood from him, as if every cell in the blood was shouting, "Lord Body, Lord Body!" ”

Zong Xiuyi surrendered under this momentum, "Meet... Noumenon! ”