Chapter 808 Leng Zixi Wants to Fall into the Demon (Ask for Subscription, Reward)

This lake in the secret blessed land of Gujia Village can be said to have appeared a little dramatic.

But no one could laugh at the moment.

Zhao Baitong knelt on the ground, motionless, his expression was full of grief, and he mechanically stretched out his hand and threw stacks of paper money into a brazier in front of him.

And Gu Bei's sister Gu Ying, who cried for a day and a night, also knelt on the ground and threw paper money ingots into the brazier with teary eyes.

His voice was already hoarse from crying: "Xiaobei, you ...... Leaving like this, leaving my sister and my mother behind, you are so ruthless...... Woohoo......"

Tears almost dried up, and my throat almost burst with tears.

"As soon as you're gone, how can I explain it to my mother? If I know about you, I'll be heartbroken...... Whining...... Xiaobei, you wake up, even if you open your eyes and look at your sister......"

Gu Ying has been staying in Gujia Village to cultivate, and now his cultivation is about to build a foundation, thanks to the abundant spiritual energy concentration here.

But when Zhao Baitong walked into Gujia Village with the statue of Gu Bei on his back, Gu Ying was about to go crazy.

After learning about Gu Bei Petrochemical, Gu Ying fainted on the spot.

After waking up, I didn't get a drop of water and cried until now.

"Childe, you're good to go!"

Before Zhao Baitong sprinkled it again, his voice was full of hatred, "Don't worry, the person who killed you, whether he is human or not, I will detain him and let him keep filial piety for you for thousands of years!"

The gritted hatred shrouded the sky of Gujia Village, and even the stars in the sky seemed to be a little dimmed.

Lotte Yi always lay on Gu Bei's statue, and didn't want to leave for a moment, as if he wanted to stay with Gu Bei like this until the sky was old and the sea was dry.

Gu Tingying supported Lotte Yi, but Lotte didn't leave.

Gu Qianying comforted Gu Ying, but Gu Ying didn't listen, still sobbing and burning paper.

Gu Tianying went to pull Zhao Baitong, but it had no effect.

In the distance, between the mountains and forests, a woman in a purple gauze skirt was practicing her sword, her sword light was sharp, and there was even a hint of coldness.

A sword chop, a small hill, directly let her cut off.

The woman in the purple gauze skirt was cold and full of pain, and with a sword in one hand, she turned to look at the motionless statue on the shore of the lake, and then swept to the sobbing people around the statue, her pretty face had gradually appeared a distorted state.

Suddenly, an outstanding figure suddenly came, and quickly clicked on the woman in the purple gauze skirt in a strange state, and several important acupoints were clicked.

The evil aura around the woman in the purple gauze skirt gradually dissipated, and the distorted demeanor on the hateful and cold face gradually calmed down.

"You have already bred demons in your heart, if you come half a minute late as a teacher, you will definitely flow backwards and go mad!"

The middle-aged man who suddenly appeared, with anger on his face, reprimanded. But his eyes were full of love.

"What's the fear of being a demon, can he still come?!"

The woman in the purple gauze skirt looked at the motionless statue in the distance, and said coldly, as if questioning.

"Alas...... Why are you bothered?"

The middle-aged man sighed, "Presumably Mr. Gu doesn't want to see you all become so decadent;

Leng Zixi didn't have a trace of vitality on her body, like a dying old man, or like a dead tree with no vitality, and she only had hatred in her heart at the moment: "Master rest assured, Zixi will not kill herself." He's dead, but the person who killed him is still alive, and Zixi will never let him have a good time!"

"Zixi, you can't do this. That existence is so terrifying that even the know-it-all old-timers are very jealous. What are you going to do against him?"

The middle-aged man was even more distressed, and persuaded bitterly.

"I'm not afraid of death!"

Leng Zixi coldly spat out a few words.

The middle-aged man sighed again, walked slowly, and left the mountain forest.

He knew that no matter how much he persuaded him, it would be useless.

After a while, the sound of sword practice sounded again between the mountains and forests, and it was Leng Zixi, who had recovered, and began to practice almost self-harming again.

Everyone didn't notice that the statue that was standing still, at a certain moment, suddenly fluctuated around its body, and some of the grass around the statue had grown significantly taller because of this breath.

......

In the void, there is a hidden space, no one knows this place, let alone can not find this space.

But this space is full of flowers, birds, fish and insects, mountains and flowing water, and elegant scenery, like a paradise and a fairyland.

Everywhere is the breath of the fairy.

Here, even if they don't deliberately cultivate, relying on the nourishment of these immortal breaths, mortals can live for hundreds of years.

In a huge space and a small world, there is only one person living.

A woman.

A woman that all immortals and all cultivators admire, respect, and even support with her life.

She is the Ziyan Fairy, known as the preacher of the Heavenly Dao.

At this moment, in this small world of space, under a gazebo, there is a white jade round table and four white jade piers.

Whether it is the white jade round table or the white jade pier, they are all surrounded by a trace of fairy energy, and they are not ordinary at first glance.

There was a pot of tea on the table, a jade teapot with a mist of water coming out of the lid, and next to the jade teapot were four teacups, also jade, and not ordinary jade.

A pair of crystal clear slender jade hands suddenly poked out, and the orchid fingers opened slightly, picking up the jade pot.

The jade hand pressed the lid elegantly with one hand, turned the jade pot with the other, and a wisp of tea that exuded fresh fairy energy flowed out along the spout and fell into the jade cup next to it.

"Senior Wan, how about tasting the taste of this pot of Golden Branch Silk Tea brewed by Yan'er?"

This person who poured tea was naturally the beautiful fairy Zi Yan Fairy, after experiencing the unbearable situation of the Yin Abyss Land and the bad things in the Ghost King Valley, Zi Yan Fairy was so angry that she fled on the spot.

The state of mind is broken, and the heart of the Tao is damaged.

At this moment, Fairy Ziyan is staying in her secret realm, repairing her Dao heart.

The temperament and expression naturally returned to the previous state of not eating the fireworks of the world and the compassion of all sentient beings.

I don't know if it was deliberately suppressing the state of mind, or if it was really because of this incident, the breath on Fairy Ziyan's body was obviously different from the past.

The know-it-all was not polite, he directly picked up the teacup, swept his eyes at Fairy Ziyan, and then took it back, and smiled indifferently: "Fairy Ziyan's mood has improved again, congratulations!"

"Ten thousand seniors, don't call the little girl a fairy anymore. Just shout to the little girl!" Ziyan Fairy is light-hearted, her voice is ethereal, she smiles, she is glamorous, but she is as indifferent as a fairy.

"Golden Branch?"

The know-it-all picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Good tea, high-grade fairy tea!"

"Sister Yan'er, you're so eccentric, Jin'er wants it too!" Jin'er, who was chasing butterflies and playing, ran over and pouted Lao Gao.

"Okay, okay, our Jin'er too!" Fairy Ziyan's beautiful eyes revealed a touch of doting and pity, and she poured a glass for Jin'er.

"What does Fairy Zi Yan think of Mr. Gu Bei's petrification into a statue this time?" took another sip of tea, the know-it-all raised his head, swept over Fairy Zi Yan casually, and asked indifferently.

(End of chapter)