Until a long time later...

“...”

"Huang, Huang... I have something to say..."

Luo Xia sat on his knees, looking complicated to help Rekinder, who had finally regained his senses before he died, and the latter's eyes were full of calm and relief...

In his chest, a hammer that condensed all of Luo Xia's strength made his chest sink in its entirety, which was already the result of certain death!

"What?" Luo Xia didn't correct his fake name, because the one in front of him was meaningless.

He put his ear to Rekinder's mouth, listened to the other party's last words, and then the whole person was shocked.

In this battle, it was not Luo Xia who won, but luck.

At the moment when the weapons of the two collided, the two-handed greatsword in Rekinder's hand, which was already full of gaps, suddenly broke...

"Shadow Song... Brothers... Family... Child... Son..."After saying his last words, Reginde's eyes gradually became hollow, and his mouth read some words intermittently, and finally more and more blood came out of his mouth, so that he could no longer speak, and could only twitch slightly...

The blood, mixed with a hint of black, looks particularly ugly and weird.

On his shattered chest, a pale Optimus Hand, emitting a strange black light, gradually dissipated...

The Pale Hand, Twilight's Will Communicator...

Luo Xia sighed secretly, put it on the ground, and staggered back ten meters away. He didn't want to absorb the power of Rekinder's soul and remnants after his death.

Looking at the war hammer in his hand that was almost scrapped with gaps, and Rekinder, who was approaching the end of his life, Luo Xia silently stuck it on the ground...

This battle, for Luo Xia, may be the most difficult battle in the past and in the future.

Most importantly, it was a battle he didn't want to fight but had to fight. Gained too much and lost too much...

Luo Xia silently watched Rekinder die, silently sitting next to his corpse and using the residual power of the earth source to repair his injuries. also silently listened to the cries of the old and weak women and children in the canyon as if the sky had fallen, without sorrow or joy.

Silently watching the huge colossus puppet dozens of meters high roar and rage, but it seemed that there was a sense that everything was a false trance.

He succeeded, and even killed the Shadow Song Boss with his own hands under unbelievable circumstances, causing the entire Shadow Song Brotherhood to pay an irreparable and tragic price.

But he wasn't happy at all.

The space ring exploded, and even the puppet magic stone was seriously damaged, and the price paid was equally tragic.

Perhaps, the only thing that can be obtained is the transformation of the soul.

A temperament that Luo Xia had never had before, condensed in him...

Whether it was the surrounding women and children or the warriors who were still fighting inside and outside the cave, no one came to disturb Luo Xia, and only despair could destroy hope. Luo Xia, who killed Rekinder, represented despair in the eyes of those weak, and the only thing they could do was to protest with tears.

Then, Luo Xia suddenly remembered the few people who had been besieged with him before, and he didn't know if anyone was lucky enough to survive. After looking for it, the result is regrettable, several people, including the guard who had a relationship, have been dead for a long time.

This, perhaps, is the reality.

......

"Boom!" The Shadow Song Warrior, who had lost his spiritual support, finally collapsed completely, and a figure wrapped in flames blasted the Shadow Song Warrior blocked in the cave like a cannon, and when it fell to the ground, it had turned to charred ashes.

Legend has it that his melee combat ability is no weaker than that of the Extreme Demon Cultivator's Sculpting Mage!

After breaking through the stubborn resistance of the Shadow Song Crowd, the man jumped towards Luo Xia like a flea, leaving the rest of the people to break through here alone. When he saw the scene on the high platform, his face was amazed.

"Stinky boy, I thought you were dead. What did you have to break the plan, make it like this. "The person who came was naturally Van Gogh, the principal of Tianjiao who Luo Xia had paid a lot of money for, although most of the reward was a blank check.

Originally, it was in the spirit of not being overwhelmed by the debt, and the dead skin and face opened a lot of undisciplined conditions, so that Van Gogh promised to protect himself at a critical time.

However, the plan couldn't catch up with the changes, so he was directly held hostage and staggered the agreed time with Van Gogh. That's why there was the tragic battle before.

Turning his head to look at the Black Scale Army that followed behind Burning Gao in the distance and began to rush in, Luo Xia forcibly suppressed the melancholy in his heart, and smiled slightly: "Old man, you are late, and I have solved the goal myself, so the reward will be waived." ”

As soon as Van Gogh heard this, his eyes bulged out like a field chicken, and his mouth was scolded, from having no conscience and no respect for the old and loving the young to no social morality, no word is the same. From this point of view, he is quite qualified as Luo Xia's principal.

Scolding and scolding, Van Gogh realized that it seemed that he had overlooked something important, and after a while, he exaggerated his eyes again and shouted: "What! You say you're 'yourself' and killed Rekinder! ”

After saying that, he excitedly rushed to the side of Rekinder's corpse, looked at it carefully, and the shock in his heart was completely overflowing, making people extremely worried about whether the exaggerated expression would make this old guy suffer a direct myocardial infarction.

"This is unreasonable, the power of domination, after awakening, does it really have this kind of power...?"

After shaking his head and sighing, Van Gogh suddenly turned his head and looked at Luo Xia with a gaze that was more glittering than looking at gold coins.

When the latter was seen to have hair on his back, thinking that this old man was also going to become a delirium, Van Gogh became extremely gentle and patted Luo Xia on the shoulder and said, "Little Xiaxia." ”

Luo Xia shivered, and goosebumps fell to the ground. Although Van Gogh's generation who has lived for one or two hundred years, calling him Xiao Xia Xia should be worthy of him, but he would rather be called a stinky boy and be comfortable.

"What, what?." Luo Xia suddenly had a very bad premonition, the old man in front of him was obviously not a good person, turning his face was faster than turning a book, and every time he showed a flattering face, he would have to suffer.

Van Gogh's expression was more 'gentle'.

"It doesn't matter if you don't pay, who of us is with whom! Forget about this little money. ”

Conspiracy, too conspiracy.

Of course, Luo Xia was not stupid, and returned unceremoniously: "It's okay with us, and you didn't do anything at all, old man, and I should not pay you." ”

'Smack! A brain pumped over.

Van Gogh, who couldn't pretend to be gentle anymore, was annoyed and directly rewarded Luo Xia with the back of his head, and was furious: "Old man, I am your principal anyway, teach you to read and read, don't forget that you are still illiterate!" Every day, I have to watch the door for you people who are not worried about it, buy vegetables and cook! Don't say that the one who cooks is the dead fat man, not the principal, I follow the teachings, that fat man is so kind! ...”

crackled and scolded, which directly made Luo Xia shrink his neck. Although the shameless principal distorted too many facts, such as that he studied by himself by Jiaojiao, and did not say how many gold coins he coins, Luo Xia was voluntary? So the old man of the principal still has some truth in scolding?

'What a! I have to scold the old man to be obedient! ’

Van Gogh looked at Luo Xia's appearance of knowing his mistakes and wishing to change, and he also knew that it was almost there, although he despised Luo in his heart, but he still quickly stopped the topic of transformation: "Xiao Xia, you have a very good attitude." Actually, I have good things to take care of you. ”

Ignoring Luo Xia's disdainful eyes, Van Gogh continued: "I think you kid is also a bone Qingqi, and you are also a cultivation wizard. I have the heart to accept you to do it..."

Before Van Gogh finished speaking, Luo Xia was reluctant and shouted: "Hey! Don't dream, old man. I want to pick a ready-made apprentice, and then go to fight to the death with the stupid children taught by other old men, lack of virtue is not lacking in virtue. ”

I've seen a lot of books in my life on this kind of routine, who are you fooling?

Van Gogh was angry again, and scolded: "You are still panting when you say you are fat, old man, I am annoyed when I see you, how can I have this idle time to talk to you." I'm asking you to be my agent, giving you some great benefits for nothing, not being my apprentice! You want to be my apprentice, just like you... Ahem, in short, who gave you face, I don't want to lose face? ”

"Stinky old man, you collect the gold coins of your students every day, and you know how to face... Huh? Benefits, take it for nothing? ”

Van Gogh saw that Luo Xia finally understood what he meant, rolled his eyes at him, and looked disgusted and disdainful to answer. Then he looked up to the sky and sighed, inexplicably fell into his spiritual world, and said for a long time: "Anyway, go back as soon as possible, time is running out." ”

In fact, Van Gogh was more shocked than anyone else, a 17 or 8-year-old boy who had only started to cultivate, and was even illiterate, in just one year, actually killed the leader of the other party in the enemy's lair alone, and he was a senior vertical and horizontal powerhouse.

It's like a sense of seeing other people's children constantly defying the sky, if it weren't for the fact that he was old and had no competitive spirit, he couldn't help but kill him.

In the world of great strife, there will be demons. These demonic young people appeared, and they didn't know whether it was the luck or misfortune of this world.

Seeing that the old man was so serious, and he looked very melancholy and embarrassed, although he felt that he was habitually pretending to be B, Luo Xia couldn't hang anymore. In addition, for some reason, he felt that Van Gogh did not seem to be fooling him this time.

In all fairness, although the other party's attitude is sometimes a little worse, the nature is not bad. And just from him, he took in Luo Xia, an over-age waste student, and dared to come to the rescue twice, although he was late every time. Luo Xia can't do too much.

However, between the past few experiences of being pitted, before the other party's face completely turned into the bottom of the pot, after repeatedly confirming that Van Gogh did not want him to carry the black pot, carry debts, carry illegitimate daughters and other bad behaviors. Luo Xia thought about it, but he didn't think that he would suffer a loss when he was poor and white, and finally agreed to Van Gogh's 'request' in a 'reserved' manner.

Van Gogh, who had long been asked about internal injuries by the so-called black cauldron, illegitimate daughter, mistress and other negative 'assets', finally went berserk, copied a cane from his book of spirits, chased Luo Xia and beat him!

In other words, why do people who don't use crutches have crutches ready at any time, what kind of mentality is there?

Van Gogh, who had not succeeded for a while, gradually lost his temper, and casually signed a magic contract to Luo Xia, the content of which was basically the same as what he said.