Chapter 142 is just a moment

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When he reappeared, Xia He's body, which had slowly transformed into a gray color, was not at all close to the poor scholar, and it was even a little far away from the assassination. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that Xia He is very close to the fish, and he can catch it with just one hand, and if he is caught, no matter how slippery the one-eyed fish is, it is just a puddle of rotten meat.

Xia He didn't immediately turn the swimming meat into a puddle of rotten meat.

Just looked up at the poor scholar, this was a warning.

He vaguely guessed the origin of the poor sour scholar, maybe he was just the life of the one-eyed anchovy piled up with red mist, maybe he was just the incarnation of the soul of the one-eyed anchovy, in short, in any case, the origin of the poor sour scholar must have some relationship with the somewhat mysterious one-eyed anchovy.

To put it simply, the one-eyed anchovy is his weakness.

Xia He is only seven points sure, but this is already a great certainty, in the face of life and death, even if he is one point sure, he has to use all his strength to gamble, let alone have seven points.

Fortunately, Xia He was right, because Xia He didn't have time to stretch out his hand, and the poor scholar couldn't wait to raise his hand.

Raising your hand is surrendering, surrendering is admitting defeat, and anyone who is caught in the lifeline will admit defeat.

"I can really make you really alive, as a human being, as a living person. ”

This is what the poor scholar said in a hurry, and it is naturally true.

The poor scholar may really have a way to bring Xia He back to life.

Xia He thought of the previous scene and said with a smile: "Or is it a formation?"

This is a joke, a person will naturally not be too gloomy when he starts to tell some jokes, because Xia He already knows the fate of the poor sour scholar, and the one-eyed fish that can cause the poor sour scholar to live and die is only an arm's length away, and he can catch it by just raising his hand.

Of course, the mood will be a little sunny when the victory is in hand, although there is still the gloom of death behind him.

The poor scholar didn't take a look at the one-eyed fish, as if he wouldn't be there if he didn't look at the fish, he just stared at Xia He.

Xia He was also staring at the poor scholar, and he didn't speak for a long time.

In the end, it was the poor scholar who spoke first to break the silence.

"I can really bring you back to life. ”

Xia He didn't speak, just looked at the poor scholar with a smile, and the poor scholar saw that he was about to start raising his hand, and said hurriedly.

"I can reforge a shell for you, and your soul will be in the soul, and then you can become a real person. ”

Xia He still didn't reply, but he didn't look at the poor scholar anymore.

The poor scholar thought that Xia He was seriously thinking about his suggestion, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile again, that smile had appeared on his face before, and now it appeared again, it was a real smile like a demon.

"How can you make man? That's something that only God can do. ”

Xia He is really a little serious, and only when he is serious will he think about the feasibility of such a ridiculous thing.

Hearing the word God, a strange look flashed in the poor scholar's eyes for some reason, but he didn't say much, just smiled.

"Of course I'm not a god, and now I'm not even a human being, but after all, I used to be a human being, and I was also a cultivator, and what a cultivator should do better than what an ordinary person can do. ”

I don't know who the ordinary person in his mouth is, but Xia He understands it in the next sentence.

"If he can save you as a mortal, why can't I save you as a real person?"

Naturally, there was only one person who saved Xia He from a ghost, Xia He didn't speak, just waiting for the poor scholar to continue.

The poor scholar seemed to know Xia He's thoughts, and continued.

"After all, it is better to live from death than from death, you are a genius, even if you practice this strange method on your body, you can easily step into the third realm, let alone the real cultivation path. ”

"If at that time, not only can you continue to practice this strange method in your body, but even the cultivation path that only a true person can cultivate, you can easily reach the so-called peak of the Five Realms, and even climb to a higher realm. ”

The poor scholar spoke very slowly, slow enough to show his sincerity, like a real demon.

The poor scholar's laughter is also very similar to a demon that does not exist in this world.

"So what do I have to give?"

This is the question that the youth asks the devil, and it often represents the final struggle of the young man who has been seduced by the devil.

Although the poor scholar is not a demon, he is also very aware of this.

"You don't have to pay anything, you just need to promise me one condition. ”

"Only one?"

"There is only one. ”

“......”

"Don't worry, I don't need you to do much, as long as you surrender to me forever. ”

When it comes to surrendering, the poor sour scholar who came out of the red mist completely does not have the poor sour taste of a scholar, but really has some taste of dominating the world, he comes from the clouds, and will return to the clouds, he is the most noble person in the world.

He just walked into this filthy world, and saw the red dust that he had never seen before, or that he had never experienced.

He's just a passerby, he's just a passer-by in this red dust.

But in an instant, the poor scholar is no longer a poor scholar, nor a person, nor a ghost, he has killed a lot of people, and there are countless ghosts hovering around his hand, those ghosts are miserable, and those people are pleading.

He is a God on high, and he is a God who can cover the heavens.

He met someone, and it was an interesting person, even if he was just a pathetic little imp now.

He was only like that for a moment, and after a moment, the god who had stepped into the mortal world left again, as if it had never appeared, and the poor scholar still smiled with the same slightly flattering smile, and the fish was still no more than half a foot away from him.

It was as if nothing had happened, as if seeing that person before was nothing more than Xia He's fantasy.

Xia He became more and more silent, and even the poor scholar didn't seem to know what happened to him, and even what he said, he didn't seem to remember clearly.

Just looked at Xia He and watched blankly.

Xia He lowered his head and was silent, not even noticing that the cunning fish had secretly disappeared again.

Perhaps, at this moment, the poor scholar's knife stabbed into Xia He's throat, and he wouldn't have noticed.

He was thinking about things seriously, and he didn't seem to notice anything when he thought about things.

Even the poor scholar continued to talk without noticing.

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Good luck to you.