Chapter 212: Difficult
This was the second time he had seen Pingshui.
Pingshui's eyes were unwavering when he heard his words, but he just yawned and said lazily: "What about you, you will soon become familiar with me." β
Because the moon god has bought you to me for three days.
Listening to the wind fairy, he heard her heart for some reason, and smiled disappreliantly: "But for three days, my rotten life is at your mercy." β
Pingshui turned his head and walked towards the door, not looking at him: "Life is the same, how can you talk about rotten and not, mediocre people disturb themselves." β
Listening to the wind Shangxian followed out of the door, he smiled and said, "Please speak human words." β
Pingshui calmly crossed the bridge: "The medicine can't be stopped." β
The side hall of the East Palace.
There was a man on the ground covering his mouth, and the tea spilled on the ground beside him was still steaming.
Jiuqu Xingjun smiled faintly: "It's the lower officials who didn't think it through, and Lord Yao forgive me." β
Cheng He stroked the whip in his hand, sat down with a cold expression, and waved his hand to Lord Yao: "That's it, your people have always been like this, you should have gotten used to it a long time ago." β
A little smile flowed into Jiuqu Xingjun's eyes: "Thank you, Lord Heyao." β
The moon god suddenly returned, and Lord Yao was in a bad mood, which was completely understandable.
After all, *** has become the taste of the second-in-command, and I know that it is uncomfortable if I haven't tasted it.
Kazuya-sama didn't hear back.
A few people in the room thought that this was the end of the matter, a little surprised and a little disappointed, and were about to continue to play their own little abacus, but they heard a slight sound on the bookcase.
It turned out that he knocked over the pen holder with Yao-sama.
Chenghe immediately understood, stretched out his foot slowly, and kicked on the heart of the person who had just slowed down and wanted to stand up, and the angle was tricky so that everyone watching from the side felt a pain in their hearts, and Chenghe said a little lazily: "Lord Heyao is almost used to doing it himself, this time, the lower officials will help the adults." β
The man's face was pale, the teeth in his mouth were falling out, and the blood was flowing, and he was trampled on the ground by Chenghe, and his eyes were only frightened, and he didn't know whether he was begging for mercy or insulting.
Chenghe drew his whip and waved it at his unsightly eyes for the first time: "Look at you. Big. Look, I've never seen a bully. β
He seemed to be angry and as if he was completely playing with this unsatisfactory fellow, he pulled the sleeves of his clothes, and whipped them down, and the people on the ground couldn't scream, but they struggled under his feet, but not even the corners of his clothes were broken, and no blood came out.
Jiuqu Xingjun looked strange and asked his colleagues who were watching the play on the side: "Is he tickling or massaging?" Why don't you even have a scar? β
The colleague gave him a strange look, isn't this Xingjun's person? Is this losing face for him?
Why did he not care like that?
After thinking for a while, he shook his head: "Xia Guan can't see any doorways, but he feels pain when he looks at it." β
Cheng He leaned on the chair, looked at Jiuqu Xingjun and smiled: "It really hurts, it hurts even more than that kind of bloody." β
He whipped again, watched the fainted guy collect the whip, and then said coldly: "It's better to pull it down and rescue it, Jiuqu Xingjun, you can do it." β
Jiuqu stepped forward like a stream: "Look how energetic you can be like this?" I don't even have an opening, what are you trying to rescue......"
The psychic sense, which had detected him, shut up, and just gestured to clean up the scene.
Chenghe Shangxian used extremely fast techniques to remove the immortal power from the whip, so that people could no longer see the traces.
Forbidden Land in the East.
Du Moyan looked at this formation condescendingly, tidied up his sleeves, and fought a mess on his body.
He took out a candied fruit from his bosom and stuffed it into his mouth, and his beautiful face gradually returned a little red.
There was a sudden breeze around her, and she knew it was Luo Han.
As if to reassure her, he said, "Are you alright?" Or don't go down. β
Du Moyan sighed lightly: "It's really a desperate formation. β
Luo Han looked at the formation below and raised his eyebrows, and said slowly: "It's just using your mind." β
The mind is used and calculated, this is the worst thing, there is no one.
However, Du Moyan is like this almost every time.
She takes advantage of others, and others take advantage of her.
When I looked up, my eyes were cold, and my eyebrows began to form ice, which contrasted sharply with the warm temperature next to me.
The ice formed from the center of his eyebrows, inch by inch, covered his eyebrows, Luo Han beside him was startled, stepped forward and grabbed her wrist to probe her spiritual sense, but he didn't know the point, and looked up at Du Moyan with a worried look in his eyes.
Du Moyan frowned, and slowly bent down to block his view of himself.
"Luo Han, I really can't control it, I know what I'll experience if I go down, but I can't control it."
It is instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and her instinct is wonderful.
But seven emotions and six desires are also instincts, and weakness cannot become armor, which makes no sense.
Luo Han stroked the hair with his hand: "Don't be like this, Du Moyan, you still have me." β
Forbearance is necessary, but too much forbearance can drive a person crazy.
Du Moyan has walked too long, almost all of them are forbearance, and it seems to be strong, but it is not.
She was silent for a long time, and struggled with Luo Han's hand that grabbed her wrist: "Don't touch me, it's too cold." β
Luo Han's fingertips were cold and painful, but he didn't let go, but held them tighter, he smiled at her, and his eyes were full of soft light: "Let's go down." β
Du Moyan straightened her waist, her eyebrows and eyes were full of broken ice, she smiled, a hint of warmth rose up, and pointed to her heart: "The candied fruit is very sweet, but the sweetness is not here, this is really bad." "I love to read
Luo Han kissed her forehead: "Here, candied fruit doesn't work." β
Du Moyan smiled slightly, and the candied fruit in her arms was taken out by her and scattered on the ground: "In this way, there is no need." β
Buddha Pavilion.
Before half a day had passed, urgent letters arrived.
The Eastern Wilderness fell into chaos, and those who tried to return to the Eastern Wilderness were not only listening to the wind and immortals, but also Pingshui.
The normal path was blocked, and he could only enter the Eastern Wilderness through the dark path of the Infinite Abyss.
The Infinite Abyss is a secret passage from all walks of life that has been handed down from ancient times, and it is to deal with this situation.
Pingshui Bu Yi was not very accustomed to the aura emanating from the Infinite Abyss, and was a little uncomfortable, so he sat down and withdrew the divination technique: "It's really a powerful array technique, and the dark aura is simply pervasive." β
In order to prevent the fairy from sneaking away, his immortal power was discounted by the moon god here, so he couldn't help much.
Listening to the wind, Shangxian also sat down, looked at her pale face and said solemnly: "How?" Found it? β
Pingshui glanced at him and shook his head and said: "There are many formations in the Three Realms, I don't know very well where I come from Buddhism, and I can't be sure that this is the way." β
"Is there really no way out?"
Pingshui looked at him fixedly: "It depends on how determined you are to get closer." β
Hearing the wind on the fairy, he laughed again: "It's very big," and suddenly leaned close to her ear and continued: "It's so big that it's the same determination as yours, do you say it's big?" β
Pingshui turned her head uncomfortably, and the man's pale lips brushed her pale cheeks, bringing endless coolness.
He retreated to his place, and after meeting her cold and thin eyes, he suddenly smiled, yes, this is the style of a Buddhist woman.
When the Abyss of Infinity reopened, Pingshui strongly demanded that everyone go their own way.
However, Pingshui felt that the man next to her was a little unreasonable, she had already made it clear to him, it was almost like us cutting it off, I don't love you anymore.
Of course, the nature is different, but Pingshui thinks it's similar, but now he still follows her.
The Nth time she turned around, Pingshui was very helpless: "Can you stop following me?" β
Listening to the wind, the fairy shrugged innocently, "But I also want to take this road." β
Pingshui sighed and resumed his faint tone: "Maybe you can't understand the things around me, just like the things I can't face, I can understand your feelings, but I have explained it very clearly just now, so the two of us should have nothing to do with each other after that." β
It was precisely through this incident that the three days of Pingshui's appointment came to naught, and she was also calculated and derelict in her duties, so that the Buddha blamed her.
Everything in the past is in the past, and if you can't get out, there is no need to continue to pester an innocent person.
In this evil relationship of hers, she listens to the wind innocently.
Hearing this, the wind fairy nodded: "If you say this, go and coax the Ming Ting in your memory, maybe he will reluctantly believe you." And I don't want to have anything to do with you. β
Pingshui was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously "tsk" twice: "This kind of thing always sounds a little hurtful." "It's nothing about him snooping into his memories.
It's good that he wants to find out, but in fact, she doesn't feel like a person at all.
Listening to the wind suddenly laughed, with the usual taste of banter: "If this immortal is really the person in his memory, then wasn't it you who hurt people first?" β
Pingshui was a little dazed, and suddenly remembered the grinding he had ground for him when he kidnapped him in the stone house on the cliffside.
But Shi always has a heart, thinking about how to let himself live and ignoring the true meaning of elegance, and when he notices the meaning of elegance, the focus is on life and death.
It's just a trick to make people.
Now that she has lived for a long time, she has no worries about her life, she has become a part of this body, and she is a tool used by the Buddha to suppress the demonic nature of Pingshui, and she can live for a long time.
However...... Greed is not enough to swallow an elephant, and life is at stake, and attention is paid to elegant things.
Maybe she shouldn't have seen the Wind Fairy.
Pingshui ...... For the purpose of making an appointment to listen to the wind fairy, she probably knows that if she violates seven emotions and six desires, her demonic nature will have a chance to turn over.
Pingshui fell into deep thought, didn't speak again, only sighed, lowered his head and thought about something while walking, the atmosphere was a little cold.
I don't know how long they seemed to walk aimlessly, they came to a fork, this fork seemed plain, and it was not long before I heard the wind that the fairy realized that what really made Pingshui feel that he was different from Mingting was this fork.
Pingshui looked at him expressionlessly for a while, then stood up and walked to the two forks and stopped, chose the passage on the right to stand in it, touched the dark wall with his right hand, and closed his eyes.
For a while, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a lot.
"Detective?" Listening to the wind, the fairy looked at the scene in front of him with interest, and smiled with a smile in his eyes: "It's justβthere are some demons." β
Pingshui opened her eyes and glared at him on the side: "If you have the ability, you can also have one." β
After a while, Pingshui opened her eyes again, condensed a very red Buddha light with one hand, one of the divination tablets rotated rapidly, and her low murmur sounded: "Sincere and insincere, but it is not, what I want, the golden stone is also ------ broken!" β
"Boom!"
The moment the moon god saw Du Moyan, he suddenly recalled that when Su and Fairy were angry, she always frowned slightly and then kept turning into ice.
Du Moyan and Su He Fairy are actually not very similar in appearance, but now that ice feathers have appeared in their eyebrows, they have a somewhat plain appearance.
He hooked the corners of his lips, looked at the three people in the formation condescendingly, and the unconscious person in his arms moved, frowning slightly.
Ah Shui is not very pixel and fairy, she is a failure.
Failures will grow on their own, they will have their own ideas, they will tamper with their memories, they want to be free, but the reason for being born is a substitute, how can they be free?
It is destined to be a defective product that makes people lose patience.
He slowly let go of his hand, Ah Shui seemed to feel the crisis, and wanted to grab something but it was empty, her body took off and quickly fell towards the formation.
The memory is becoming blurred, she wants to keep it but it is useless, her soul is unstable, and the underground formation seems to have countless hands dragging her, intent on going down to hell with her.