Xun Ming, who felt the blood and qi surging up to the heavenly spirit, smiled bitterly in his heart, but he couldn't control himself.

There are a lot of fairies on the mountain.

But even though Xun Ming thinks he is well-informed, Feng Ene is still the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, and there is no one.

Except for the owner of those icy blue eyes in a lingering dream.

Although in Xun Ming's subconscious, he consciously never touched the fairy's little hand, but the truth was otherwise.

It's just that since the first acquaintance, he didn't have any evil thoughts about the good-looking little girl in red, but he just liked it very simply.

And as he grew older, when the little girl was a little more upright, slim, and more beautiful, he found that in his heart, there was still no primitive desire for possession between men and women, and there was only the same intimacy as before.

So he just regarded the two as brother and sister.

Can.

He's not a fucking Buddhist saint!

Dry wood and fire, he really can't hold it!

A little spark quietly jumped up from a snow-white fingertip and landed on Xun Ming's body.

A red ring of fire instantly dispersed from the setting point of the spark, if the wildfire burned in an instant.

From the outside to the inside, the residual toxins in Xun Ming's body ignited by themselves in the ring of fire, and turned into nothingness in an instant.

Xun Ming, who regained control of his body, was like losing the last shackle, and his original crumbling reason suddenly fell like a mountain, and it fell apart in an instant.

One hand suddenly reached out, the other hugged the slender waist, and pulled it into his arms, and between the eyes of the two people who slowly closed, the space suddenly contracted.

Between the lips, a line separates, as if they are about to be printed.

The young man in white and the girl in red hugged each other tightly.

In a house surrounded by a raging sea of fire, bright red silk is scattered, and an old wedding room seems to have finally waited for a heavenly karma.

Just when the two of them were about to close their hot lips, Xun Ming's waist suddenly straightened, and he forcibly tore his head back an inch, a pair of black eyes suddenly widened, cold sweat on his forehead was dense in an instant, and his body trembled slightly.

In his eyes, a pair of familiar black eyes were also wide.

A colorful long sword as bright as the glass of the fairy palace was directly inserted in front of Xun Ming's eyes, and the tip of the sword pierced into the bed board, separating the two people, as if as long as Xun Ming's movements were a little slower for a moment, the long sword would directly penetrate the head.

The incomparably sharp colorful sword qi couldn't stop surging out from the long sword, stinging so much that the skin on Xun Ming's face hurt slightly.

Cold sweat instantly spread all over Xun Ming's body, and a cool breath seemed to impact down from the top of his head and fell straight to the soles of his feet, making him suddenly sober.

On the other side of the colorful long sword, as if she hadn't waited for a long time for the touch between her lips, Feng Ene'er's brows furrowed slightly, and she opened her eyes a little unhappily.

In the sword body that glowed with colorful light, she saw a pair of ice-blue eyes that were as cold as frost.

In Feng En'er's eyes, the red gold light flashed.

Then the ice blue eyes in the sword body widened extremely faintly for a moment, but they instantly returned to their original coldness.

A sharp sword light that seemed to be able to cut through the heavenly dome flashed away, and a huge sword mark was like a moat, slashing between the two of them, splitting the entire main house and the small half of the mountain into two.

After a short period of condensation, the main house, along with the courtyard that was still burning outside, suddenly turned into ashes and dissipated without a trace.

The huge mountain became empty in an instant.

It's just the circle of plane trees that surround the mansion that still existed not long ago, and I don't know when, the leaves are golden and fluttering like butterflies.

In a clearing, a bed of steps that had been cut in half.

Listening to the cold female voice that sounded inexplicably in her ears, Feng Ene frowned and tilted her head, a little confused.

Previously, after recognizing the true identity of the fox who didn't know whether to live or die, the original murderous beginning and end were also out of interest, and after opening the mountain with a sword, he returned to a certain point in Xun Ming's body, but it was a little rare to leave a sentence for the fox who didn't seem to have "opened up":

"It's the last time, and I'll give you a chance."

After a long time, Xun Ming broke the silence, did not wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, but stretched out his hand to Feng Ene on the bed of the "other half" through the huge crack, squeezed the corners of his mouth at her, and rolled his eyes.

Then, Feng Fen'er raised her chin slightly, and stretched out her hand to put it on the flat hand.

The two of them got up together and walked south.

Xun Ming led the way, and Feng Ene didn't ask much.

A cave sky, a golden pill, and two immortal ancestors who can be called "immortals" at the foot of the mountain, just holding hands, like a family member who goes out, slowly walking down the mountain.

Except that the sky is dark and there are no stars and moons, everything else seems to be just right.

The breeze is slightly cool, the grass and trees are fragrant, and the sky is colorful.

The two of them walked slowly to the foot of the mountain, and the two of them, who had already looked as usual, had words again.

I saw that the little girl who was dressed in red and was no longer a little girl shook the slender ponytail behind her, and turned her head to Xun Ming and smiled as if she was not giving up:

"Brother, actually...... Isn't that impossible? ”

But this time, before she could finish speaking, a small chestnut fell on her forehead, and she covered her forehead in pain, and stepped on the young man next to her with some anger.

"Don't talk nonsense anymore."

Xun Ming's words were rarely a little harsh, I don't know if I was really afraid that I wouldn't be able to hold it, or if I was afraid that my companion sword would suddenly come out again to give myself or the little girl a sword.

……

Holding a money bag in one hand and two fingers in the other, a low bamboo pole poking into the money bag and counting the broken silver, walked slowly down the mountain road to the north.

The mountain road is wide enough to accommodate a horse-drawn carriage, and at the same time, it seems to be for the convenience of the carriage, the slope of the mountain road is not large, and it is not too laborious to walk, but the dense gravel potholes on the mountain road are really a little annoying, so that the low bamboo pole has to stumble up two steps from time to time to stabilize the body.

The low bamboo pole was smiling at the corner of his mouth, thinking about the few favorite objects in the shop under the mountain, and he didn't see the inky night sky behind him, and a fire phoenix condensed by red flames suddenly fell.

The firelight instantly stained the sky red, and a red tongue of fire immediately pierced from the mountain.

The faintly touched low bamboo pole slowed down, scratched his head in confusion, turned to look at the mountain behind him, and then froze in place.

And when Feng Ene smashed the female ghost in the wedding dress into the ground, a cluster of fires instantly burned everything in the female ghost's body, but after leaving the skin bag empty, the bag of silver coins that was tightly held in her hand by the low bamboo pole fell to the ground with a "click".

The broken silver of the white flowers was scattered, and the short bamboo pole that was not good-looking was cracked all over, turning into thick black lines, which suddenly collapsed.

Scattered like broken silver.

And the two coachmen Xun Ming saw before, as well as several figures in Renfan City who were hiding in the corners of the streets and alleys, were searching for "prey" with wide eyes, and they crumbled into black dust almost at the same time.

With ghosts, how can there be a good beginning and a good end?

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I've been a little busy lately.,The chapter of the recommendation promotion plus more (yes, I remember) is a little bit less than that.。

Well, the pace might be a little bit faster

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