Someone threw stones into the river, causing ripples.

"What is the meaning of life, and what is the existence of destiny, if everything is just a flash in the pan...... So what is reflected in your eyes through the water? ”

Tianya sat on his knees on the shore and spoke in a voice that was weaker than before.

Du Fanglin opened his eyes, leaned over and picked up a stone from the ground, and threw it out to make a successful splash.

The calm water surface was completely disturbed, and the sky clouds reflected on it were even more fragmented.

"It's destiny."

After the fight, Du Fanglin had already digested the information brought by the incarnation, and almost understood the meaning of the Confucian world.

There is also a lonely wait halfway through the fixed-point signal transmitter fat pigeon, to send him a reply.

"In the eyes of the practitioner, the world is an extremely delicate structure, and the change of fate will attract the feedback of heaven and earth.

"And you are planning, in this case, why should cultivators stay away from the red dust, it is better to put your feet on the ground and sink with you!"

Tianya Lonely Eight Confessions picked up a fallen leaf on the ground, held a flower card, and pointed to Du Fanglin with his hand.

If this is a special flower that can be used as a hidden weapon, it is still a bit of a deterrent. Half of the gong body has been abolished, and the eight confessions can only play with the fallen leaves now, and they can't use the old flowers.

A pitch-black flower card appeared on Du Fanglin's fingertips.

Throwing forward, Hua Zhan landed straight at the feet of Tianya Loneson, and the card immediately conjured up a bright red Manzhu Sawah.

Without waiting for the eight confessions to react, Du Fanglin put his hands behind his back, and the teaching director went online in a second: "Have you done your homework today?" ”

Eight confessions: "Gross." ”

After playing with human life for most of his life, this is the first time that the former killer Tianya Lonely Son Eight Confession has experienced that the human body is such a terrifying thing - especially from the spine to the brain, the tentacles are densely covered with xenomorphic nerves, and the brains like white flowers and tofu brains.

Humans, such terrible creatures.

"I, I don't want to eat walnuts anymore." Eight confessions nervously crushed the leaves in his hands and muttered in his mouth.

"How's it going for breakfast with hot and sour noodles?" Du Fanglin asked.

Red, white, white, red, the face of the lonely son of the world turned from green to green in an instant.

Eight confessions: "Vomit ......" really vomited this time.

The human brain is the most sophisticated structure in the world, and the human nerve is the most suitable medium for directing signals into the brain. If you don't practice, how can you know the truth, come and learn the magic of manipulating people's hearts with me! 'Feeling uneasy about losing his strength and urgently needing to prove his worth, Tianya Lonely Son, deeply regretted jumping into the pit at this time.

"You......"

Du Fanglin looked into the distance and said: "There is a chance to practice." ”

Tianya Lone Zi shook his hand again when he heard this, and the broken leaves fell to the ground one after another.

Twilight is approaching.

A ship sailed against the current in the mist, and the sound of women's laughter and music could be faintly heard in the wind.

Heading south, the river is sourced from a starry spot very close to the sky, perfect for two people.

The boat is a painted boat, carved railings and jade masonry, hanging lights on all sides, from the laughter and laughter, there are more than two people on the boat, I am afraid that there are five or six people......

Du Fanglin neatly put up his sleeves, and a person as big as a lonely son at the end of the world rose from the ground at that time, whirling in the air, accompanied by a lonely "ah", and threw it far away towards the painting boat.

Walk you-

"Yao Caoqi flowers are empty and gorgeous, golden branches and jade leaves are poor, who says that they are amorous and empty and hateful, and there are stars in the group."

At this time, there was a young voice in the painting boat with three sharing music, reciting poems in smoke.

A whirlwind swept from the shore, and with a desperate "ah", a blue-haired solitary son in a fluffy plaid cloak plummeted straight to the deck.

"Huh?"

On the deck, the owner of the painting boat seems to be a handsome young man, named Hate Bufeng. He was dressed in a luxurious gold shirt, his white hair was tied behind his head, and the two golden highlights on his forehead were accompanied by several disheveled women in colorful clothes, and at this time they all avoided to the sides, and their faces were pale:

"Ahh

Hate was alert, and he had already touched his hand to his side with a pair of swords.

Above, the lonely son of the end of the world can see it clearly, and when the person falls uncontrollably, his hands have been opened under the plaid shawl, and he should have held the ten knuckles of the light flowers, which are wrapped with a layer of silk thread at this time.

The extremely thin hairspring suddenly burst out and suddenly melted into the air next to the boy in the painting boat!

Silently, the gossamer sank into the young man's gray hair, and everything happened without warning......

In the impression that the master of the painting boat was hated by the handsome young man in Chinese costumes, he had already taken out the sword, defended with a horizontal sword, retreated from the enemy with the sword wind, and the sword was sharp and criss-crossed, "Drink!" ”

Within a zhang, the sudden explosion of sword wind and sword net slashed the person in the air into a blur of flesh and blood.

The blood mist was blurred, and there were no corpses falling from the sky, but the girls in colorful clothes who fell around them stood up in strange postures as if they had been manipulated, and fluttered towards him.

"Ha, die!"

The girl's body movements are weird, like a puppet manipulated by people, it seems that her ten fingers are weak and weak, but she is full of high-grade martial arts.

Plotted!

The sword is again, and after a few moves, he will fight his way out of the encirclement from many women, and there is no pity for the jade, only a sigh in his mouth. The blood-stained sword, for the sake of safety, he withdrew from the painting boat, stepped on the river, and used his strength to spin and rise again, and his light skills were as good as the sword.

The surroundings were quiet, and no one was chasing them, but I felt a little itchy on my face when I hated it.

Maybe it was just splattered with blood......

He raised his hand to scratch it, but he pulled off a large piece of flesh.

His face was rotten.

- It's like a nightmare, in the manipulator's plan, the blood mist that explodes and dies is set to be poisonous.

Everything spread so fast that the eyelids soon fell out in itching, followed by the nose, and half of the lips. The purple-black, rotting flesh fell along the way as he struggled upside down, and the black, foul and foul liquid dripped down his chin and towards his chest......

"Ahh......h Yes! ”

How is this possible?

Why is this the case?

What kind of poison the hell!

Above the painting boat.

Nothing really happened. Before the crisis arrived, the lonely son of Tianya knew that something was wrong in the mid-hollow, threw the puppet silk with weak strength, and tried his best to cross into the spirit, using what he had learned during this time to manipulate people's hearts.

When the eight confessions rolled to the ground, they only felt that they were out of strength, as if they had really died once in the world of consciousness that the master of the painting boat hated.

"Ha ......" It turns out that it is such a feeling to link other people's worlds with all the spirit, just like hitting a whistling waterfall with a head cone, and shattering your bones in an instant, but being forcibly linked by countless puppets, and piecing together a broken human form.

If it weren't for the mystery of the puppet, Tianya Lone felt that he had actually died once. At this time, he was half-kneeling on the deck, his blue hair had already been soaked with sweat and half covered his eyes, and his fingers were spasmodic and hidden in his sleeves, not daring to be distracted for a moment.

The owner of the painting boat was eager to hold the hilt of the sword with both hands, but he did not have time to pull it out.

The girl in colorful clothes, who was terrified by the change, trembled and huddled together, looking at the lonely son at the end of the world, and at the owner of the painting boat who did not move on the main seat.

At this time, the young man in Chinese clothes was crooked in his original position, although his eyes were open, he seemed to have seen something indescribable, and his expression was distorted and extremely painful. He should have ushered in the truth of death in this painful illusion, under the wholehearted manipulation of the lonely son of the world.

But that doesn't work.

A gust of wind hypnotized the girls in colorful clothes huddled together, with a faint fragrance of peach blossoms, making them seem to have seen extremely beautiful things, showing relaxed expressions, and falling asleep one by one.

Eight confessions were aware of it, slowly rolled his eyes, and saw Du Fanglin standing beside him.

The owner of the painting boat, this young man in Chinese costumes hated to meet, and was born in the killer organization Dingyouhing, but in fact, he was the only son of the Sword Couple on the Yin Yang Sea Absolute Death Island who were taken away from their parents due to a man-made accident.

The sword plague sword, the former was a chess piece buried by Du Fanglin in the martial arts, and it was time to use it; The latter has a close relationship with Jufengli in the Northern Regions, and it should not be treated favorably for the sake of Ling Hu Shenyi.

What's more, in the matter of the Xenomorph Demon Realm, he still owes a favor to the sword.

On the painting boat, the breath of hatred is weakening. There is a saying that when dreams are real enough, death can take away the soul directly.

In the midst of a fantasy.

In the consciousness of hatred, he was powerless to fall in a wilderness, the poison had flowed through his blood all over his body, and death was coming.

But a colorful butterfly flew in from the sun, hovering over his only half of his lips, and some fine powder fell into his mouth, and the poison suddenly lessened a lot......

Is it a miracle or another dream?

I can't wait to open my eyes suddenly!

Above the painting boat.

Du Fanglin sat down on his knees beside the Eight Confessions, tapped his knees with one hand at will, and let out the spirit to gather the overflowing distractions, directly interfering into another spiritual world.

The pressure of the eight confessions and ten fingers was light, but at the same time, he realized that he had been deprived of control of the world in an instant. Why, this person is very important, so important that people who keep saying that they lack practice can go into battle and stop their murderous plans.

Obviously he had done his best, and he was already in a cold sweat in the spiritual confrontation with hate, Tianya Lone's eyes moved, his lips were sinister arcs, and his ten fingers trembled slightly and were about to exert his strength.

Then in the next moment, the will contained in the puppet silk thread was entwined like a trace of shadow, like a poisonous snake invaded the soul, and in an instant, the eight confessions were turned into a flesh and blood statue that could only be watched and could not move.

Another world.

I can't wait to open my eyes and say "lotus" in my mouth, after all, before I stop in hell. By chance, his weakened body gained some strength, but hunger and thirst took over his mind, and he struggled to turn over and crawl forward, drinking some water in a muddy puddle.

“…… Can't die...... Alive...... "...... alive" poisoned the young man's clear voice, and through the puddle, he hated to see a mutilated face full of scars, so ugly that it was suffocating, and it was going to be disgusting at a glance, "Ha...... Ha ha! Can't die, I, want to live—"

Supporting his body with a sword, he finally tried to stand up from half a kneel, and at this time he really admired himself, and he still had the courage to live. But soon, he realized what hell on earth was, and this was a world of face-watching after all.