What kind of eyes does a long-hungry eagle look at when it sees a rabbit in the meadow?

Wei Che was stared at like this at this time.

The afternoon sun was very hot, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back, giving birth to a tingling feeling.

Soon. Very fast. It's so fast that it's not even visible to the naked eye.

Zhizhi only felt a gust of wind on his cheeks, still wrapped in white light. But it only felt like a moment. By the time he reacted, he had already fallen into the bushes and was on his back. The confinement that was photographed by Wei Che has been untied, but his head is dizzy and his waist and hips hurt terribly.

In front of her was Bai Twelve's long windless hair, and the white light at her fingertips skyrocketed, and she actually used the white light to set up a clear umbrella. The picture is stunning and intimidating.

Maybe it's just a short thousandth of a breath, and Bai Twelve's expression has completely changed. There was a light in her eyes—not the light of the snow pupils, but the light of excitement. His face, which was slightly haggard from the overnight journey, was full of unbridled pleasure, and his sparkling eyes made him a madman.

"Maniac. Wei Che scolded in a low voice, his elbow suddenly exerted force, and his palm pressed against the handle of the umbrella and pushed forward, pushing the green umbrella out.

Bai Twelve reacted very quickly and retreated sideways to avoid it, and his left foot slashed across the bluestone bricks, picking up countless gravel and fallen leaves, and kicking Wei Che's face with a strong wind.

Wei Che's ancestor was a military general for three generations, and his body floated backwards beautifully like a fallen leaf, avoiding Bai Twelve's kick. The green umbrella in his hand was like a long sword, Wei Che was shocked and angry, and finally laughed: "You are so bold!"

Bai Twelve also stood still, his eyes were as cold as a blade, and said: "The little general is a bold man, and he dares to do it to me if he makes trouble." ”

Wei Che was stunned.

Outside of the words, it doesn't sound like a mortal whose memory has been sealed would say. But the Heavenly Master's spiritual power is unfathomable, and it is impossible for the seal to be broken in an instant. Unless—

Bai Twelve saw that his eyes shifted to his eyebrows, and his heart was clear, and the white light on his fingertips was even worse, which meant "you have to see enough for you".

Wei Che slowly withdrew his gaze.

"Left envoy, long time no see. I heard that when the left envoy was guarding the northern frontier, one person immediately went down the city with a horizontal sword, and millions of enemy troops did not dare to cross the river. It's just - now that the seal is still complete, the snow sword is heavily damaged, and the snow pupils are unstable, should the left envoy really think that he can still scare his subordinates back to the heavenly realm with his prestige back then?"

The tone is very hard, but he still subconsciously uses the "subordinate" to call himself. Wei Che said, I can't bite my tongue off.

Bai Twelve didn't care what Wei Che said, and how many details there were in his words. She only tilted her head towards the bushes, and her voice was soft and steady: "Stop, close your eyes." ”

There is no wind and waves, and the flat ground is full of golden light!

In an instant, the light of the white twelve fingertips skyrocketed, and the surrounding air currents were attracted by her palms, surging and condensing, converging into a hurricane. The corners of her hair and clothes were lifted by the wind and fluttered wildly, reflecting a pale face, and she had a sense of tragedy.

Wei Che clenched the handle of the umbrella, and the spiritual power of the talisman had already been activated, but when he heard the wind and discerned the shape, the air flow around him had already torn the skin like a knife, and he couldn't please it with all his might.

But - why?!

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Celestial Realm: Washing the Heart

When the right envoy entered the door, Mingjing was holding the golden jar to weigh the medicinal herbs, and he didn't raise his eyelids when he heard the movement, but only scratched the back of his head, and added two small flowers to the pole.

The right envoy was silent, and stood quietly by the counter watching him move.

It wasn't until the last herb was put into the small medicine pod that Mingjing raised his head and greeted with a smile: "Lord Right Envoy, rare guest." I heard that there was a flash of inspiration in the Nether Realm, didn't the seal on the left envoy's body shatter, which frightened your colleagues?"

"The seal set up by the Heavenly Master is naturally strong. ”

"What else is the right envoy doing? Since it's not because of weakness of heart or fear, can you still think of washing your heart and digging out your heart and washing it?"

The right envoy coughed lightly. Ben was just clearing his throat but pulling the wound, his brows furrowed and his throat was sweet, and a warm and viscous liquid overflowed the corners of his lips.

"Came here to ask for medicine. ”

"The left envoy has died, is there anyone in the world who can hurt the right envoy?" Ming Spiegel glanced at the right envoy playfully, and after just one glance, he was stunned, and his eyes couldn't be bigger, "This is ...... Snow Sword?Left Envoy?!"

"The wound caused by the snow sword is not in the flesh and skin, not in the muscles and bones, but on the spiritual body, which will not heal for a long time, and can only——"

"On that day, the Heavenly Master sealed the snow sword into the dragon ball, and he could barely suppress the sword qi. Now if the snow sword breaks the seal, the snow sword has become spiritual, I am afraid that after breaking the seal, I will be deeply resentful and kill the Quartet, and the consequences will be unimaginable!" Mingjing's face turned white, regardless of the rank, he grabbed the right envoy Yun's sleeve, and said earnestly, "The left envoy and the heavenly master made that bet that day to cause today's fruit, others don't know, how can the right envoy and the mirror not know? The right envoy knew that she was wronged. ”

Spiegel's tone was impatient, but when he said the last sentence, he slowed down his speech, his tone and eyes sank, and he seemed to be thundering in a small heart-washing fast.

"The right envoy said in Yuhuatai, this way - should ask the left envoy to come back and retrieve her things, not the tongue of the lotus. ”

The right hand of the god lowered his eyelashes and was silent for a long time, then quietly withdrew the corner of his sleeve, turned and brushed away.

Mingjing gritted his teeth fiercely: "The right envoy is not afraid that the left envoy will dream and ask you to be innocent?

One foot has stepped out of the heart of the fast, and the right messenger of God is silent again and again, and finally looks back at the mirror.

There was no sadness or joy in his eyes, and his emotions were so calm that he seemed to be saying something that had nothing to do with him.

He said, "Is there any one without sin in the world?"