Chapter 134: Night Returns

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It doesn't matter if he is really ordinary, or pretending to be ordinary, whether the magic circle is a ghost drawing talisman drawn by his hand, in short, the game he set up is not ordinary at all, because that game will definitely cost a ghost's life. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

No matter whether Xia He broke free from the magic circle of the ghost drawing talisman and saved the "dead", he would die.

Not to mention that it was not saved, his life was buried in the hands of that "demon".

If he was saved, then he would wake up from the murmuring from the magic circle, but he wanted to put his life in the hands of the poor scholar, and even if Xia He found out something wrong at that time, he was powerless to reverse it.

Everything was in control, so the poor scholar's eyelids began to blink rapidly again, which meant that he began to rejoice again.

He just stood like that and rejoiced, laughing while watching the black mist on Xia He's body fade again, his smile mixed with irony.

The irony is also present in the words he utters.

"Heh, the pride of the sky?"

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Little mercy is not dead.

Yin Huai has always known this, because he has always been able to see a living little pity, lying there like that, although it looks very badly injured, but no matter how seriously injured, he is still alive.

It's much better than that dead little pity, and it's much better than Xia He who he can see.

Xia He could also see it, just lying there, motionless, as if he was dead.

Of course, it's not the same as dying, Xia He died, and even Yin Huai couldn't see him anymore, but now it's just Xiao Pian, or a certain Yunyou senior who happened to come here can't see him.

But Yin Huai can still see him, but in his eyes, Xia He is also an extremely weak existence, and thinness refers to the black qi on Xia He's body.

The black qi has not deepened at all compared to before, not to mention the fourth realm, and even the original third realm has no way to maintain the true element, but it has just passed the threshold of the second realm.

However, the dissipation of the true yuan continues, and even the true yuan of the second realm has no way to maintain it, and it is still falling rapidly, since the death of Xiao Lian in that conspiracy did not happen, then Xia He's recovery of the true yuan, and even stepping into the fourth realm is just a phantom.

That's good, or it's bad.

Yin Huai didn't know about the conspiracy, and naturally he wouldn't know about Xiao Lian's "death", he could only feel bad, all kinds of bad, not good enough to kill three people.

If Xia He dies and Zhenyuan completely dissipates, it can only mean that he and hers have died.

That's what the safflower and the fish that hid behind the safflower "told" him.

So Yin Huai is also a little anxious, in the face of death, anyone will be anxious, of course, it will not be anxious to die, but anxious to survive.

But if Xia He dies, no matter how anxiously he wants to live, it will only be a string of bubbles spit out of the fish's mouth, which is not good-looking, and it is just illusory.

Therefore, Xia He only thinks of one thing now, a way to save Xia He.

Anxious people are always easy to get confused, and confused people can't always think of any good solutions.

But Yin Huai is different, he is not only anxious, but also calm, anxious and calm at the same time.

This is a very awkward statement, and it is also a very incredible practice, but no matter how incredible it is, Yin Huai has done it, although he doesn't know how he did it, maybe it has something to do with the calm heart he has cultivated in his taciturn on weekdays, and maybe it has something to do with some things experienced in another world.

So he thought about it carefully and thought of a way to save people.

That's not a way to do it.

Because that's stupid, and it's not clever, but it's the only way.

The only way can only be the best way.

The only way to save people is to kill people, kill fish, or kill those flowers.

Just like he had done before, cut off the flowers, pull out the one-eyed anchovy, and then kill the anchovy, and then it would all be over.

This is the way he thought of it, the way to capture the thief and capture the king first.

But he didn't know that there was such a person as a poor scholar, which was a variable, but it was also an opportunity.

Because the poor sour scholar has always cared about Xia He alone, as for him, the poor sour scholar only glanced at him for a moment or two, knowing that he was just an ordinary person who didn't know how to practice.

Fortunately, Yin Huai is really just an ordinary person, and he only has an ordinary knife in his hand, but he is still a little unusual.

Because he came from another world, and when he came here from that world, he brought not only a knife, but also a page of paper.

A gray page of paper.

Even if there was only half a page left, it was still an existence that could hide the night of the mountain, and Yin Huai carefully took it out of his arms.

It's just a flash of gray brilliance, very subtle, especially the showiness of the red flowers around it is even more inconspicuous.

But in the eyes of those who care, it is extraordinarily conspicuous, like a meteor that suddenly appears in the night sky, like a cloud that suddenly appears in a clear sky.

Suddenly appeared, and then suddenly disappeared.

The gray light appears quickly, and disappears so quickly.

But the eyes of the poor scholar who came out of the red mist were also very fast, even faster than the extremely faint light that flashed with the gray brilliance.

Then, the poor scholar still looked at Xia He's eyes full of strange colors, but the colors in his eyes also flashed, and no one saw it this time.

It's like no one except the poor scholar saw Yin Huai take out the half page of gray paper from his arms, and then paste half of the gray paper on the ordinary knife.

The knife has changed a little differently.

The snow-white blade was covered with a layer of gray, but nothing could be seen on it, like the gray brilliance emitted by the blade itself.

Yin Huai held the knife, looked at the red flowers that were still slowly approaching, took a deep breath, and then raised the knife high, and then fell heavily.

He was very skilled at that kind of wind movement, because he had done it before, more than once.

And it will become more and more proficient in such movements, because he will do such movements again in the future, and more than once.

Yin Huai also knew that he would swing the knife countless times like this today, but he didn't know that he would remember this knife for a long time in the future.

Lifted high and fell heavily.

It's like a thunderclap, like a spring rain.

It was like a scythe raised in the air, and it fell heavily.

Such a knife should have a name.

Yin Huai didn't have the heart to think about how chic and elegant this knife was when it fell, he was just thinking about how to swing the knife to cut those flowers, which would save more effort.

That knife only appears to be there to chop flowers.

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Good luck to you, I want to think about the name of this knife, well, if you have any good suggestions, you can also tell me about it.