Get.

The fairy's plan to go to hell was declared bankrupt before it could be implemented.

Cao Zijin and Sikong Falling Moon's frosty eyes gradually became resentful, and floated out of the door together: they want to see which dog thing dares to spoil their good deeds.

If something really happens, if it's just for a little thing to disturb them...

Hmph, Miss Killer and His Excellency Yinfeng's anger is terrifying!

…

A moment in time.

The owner of the voice belatedly came: it was dressed as a secretary... Bai Yujiao.

It is said that he was brought back to the Bloody Palace by Sikong Falling Moon.

Xiao Cao once talked to Bai Yujiao in private, and saw that her skills in handling trivial matters were really good, so he took it upon himself to arrange a position for her as a personal secretary.

It is mainly responsible for the integration of all kinds of materials, documents, and intelligence, as well as the supervision of the Bloody Palace and the new personnel who have joined the Bloody Palace: after all, it is indispensable to defend against people.

…

"Something is wrong, son..."

Originally, Bai Yujiao hurriedly asked to see her, there was a big event, and she wanted to report to Cao Zijin and others, but when she saw the scene in the house, it was directly... Stunned:

The resentful eyes of the two beautiful girls are still secondary.

The main thing is Chan Hongyi, wow!

The delicate and coveted sensual demeanor, the tears on the delicate and pretty face have not dried, the teeth bite the lip, and the spring light that still hugs the pipa and half-covers the face...

What is this?

Is this still a red-clothed god with one man and one umbrella who slaughtered half of the dynasty?

How can it be... How can it be so pitiful!

Ouch.

The old man's girl's heart, please scold me to death!

Bai Yujiao's phoenix eyes kept flashing with a small pink heart, and the red clothes she saw were called a bad chill: Won't it? Doesn't this woman have a husband? Why also...

Isn't that right?

Xiaochan felt that the world was full of malice towards her little pity, and couldn't help but ask: "... Why are you staring at me in a daze? Isn't there something? Say it. ”

Hearing Chan Hongyi's question, not only Bai Yujiao, but even Cao Zijin and Sikong Luoyue looked at her with a strange expression: This guy who looks like a little ceramic doll...

Do you know how foul you look?

That special code is a poison that walks in the world, wow, crying like this, is it just as good as hanging? I'm embarrassed to ask why people are in a daze?

Thanks to Bai Yujiao is a woman, if this special code were a man, I am afraid that he would have pounced desperately a long time ago, and the peony flower died, and it was also romantic to be a ghost, right?

Fortunately.

There are no ifs.

As a woman...

No.

As a normal woman, after a short period of distraction, Bai Yujiao was barely able to clear the mourning platform: but she didn't dare to look at Chan Hongyi's delicate jade face at this time.

He could only swallow his saliva, and then quickly lowered his head, staring at the back of his foot wrapped in thin cicada black silk, and ten jade fingers, tightly twisted together, to divert attention.

The speed of his speech was fast, and he said, "Miss Hui, there is indeed something." ”

"According to the reports of our scattered spies, there are a large number of survivors who are clearing our home... The Bloody Palace gathers, how to deal with it, and invite the three young ladies..."

"Decided!"

…

Meanwhile.

Chan Hongyi's inner world, the system prompt sounded.

【Ding.】 】

[Congratulations to the host, complete the hidden mission: the favor of the outer gods.] 】

[The second layer of the seal of the Huangquan White Bone Umbrella has been unsealed, please check. 】

A system prompt sounds.

At the feet of Ning Fan, who was sitting cross-legged, the Huangquan white bone umbrella burst out with a pale yellow glow: then, the broken sounds of "click" and "click" sounded one after another.

A supreme sword intent rose from the ground.

In an instant, the inner void that should not exist in the power of the five elements, flying sand and stones, the wind was raging, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the sword was sonorous, making Ning Fan unable to open his eyes.

When confused, there are many illusions.

The boy in white.

It seems that in the sword qi dancing wildly in the sky, he saw the white bones of Sensen, and he stood in the sea of blood with a sword, and in front of him was a woman in green clothes, with her back to all beings, and the sky did not allow her to see the holy face.

She held the sword coldly, surrounded by the heavens and stars, under her feet, against the green lotus flowers, the jade hand moved shallowly, the long sword was unsheathed, and the palm edge was born and destroyed, killing the gods and demons.

At the moment when the woman raised the thin sword.

Even the heavens, the earth, the sun and the moon have to avoid the edge for the time being.

Whether it is the ancient old gods, or the legendary outer gods, or even the immortal cultivators who are only active in novels, they are not worthy of the woman's understatement.

In an instant, it seems like an incomparable will:

"If I break my sword, there will be no martial arts in the world!"

In Ning Fan's mind, these eight words appeared inexplicably.

His brows furrowed slightly: it wasn't that he was frightened by the woman, but he felt that the woman in Tsing Yi was inexplicably familiar with the sword-dancing posture, as if she was there... I've seen her!

Origin and extinction.

"You... Who is it? ”

Ning Fan asked this sentence uncontrollably.

Immediately, he couldn't help laughing at himself and wryly: Yes, it's just a dream, how can that gorgeous woman hear his call and answer him?

Behold...

The moment this thought came to mind, the woman in green clothes and sword suddenly looked back, her eyes were full of lovesickness and affection, and she looked at Ning Fan's location.

A pair of men and women of different eras, spanning millions of years, converged their eyes together: like two parallel lines destined to intersect, they were forced...

Changed the end!

Time is staggered.

It's silent at the moment, but it's better than... Words.

It's been a long time.

The woman's red lips opened lightly, like sadness and joy, and the mysterious voice was ethereal:

"There was once a butterfly, not afraid of the wind, not afraid of the danger, with a weak butterfly body, flying up to the nine heavens, nothing to do with the Tao of nature, but to get a glimpse... The galaxy is splendid. ”

"On that day, I stepped across the sea of stars, and suddenly I looked back and caught a glimpse of you flying among the flowers."

"That month, I cut all the peach blossoms in the mountains, not because I was tired of flowers, but just to touch your butterfly wings.

"That year, I turned into a sea of flowers, not asking for an audience, just for a moment of warmth."

"In that life, I endured millions of years of loneliness, abandoned the sword, changed the paper umbrella, washed away the joys and sorrows of the rivers and lakes, and only changed this life, so that I could see you again."

"Thanks to the king, lovesickness becomes a disease; If one day, when I meet you, I can see you at a glance in the vast sea of people..."

"At that time, can you take me with you, my... Small butterflies. ”

“…”

The woman's figure shattered, Ning Fan's body was shocked, and she woke up in the quicksand of the illusion, staring blankly ahead: her face, unconsciously, was full of tears.

He didn't know why he was crying, and he didn't know why he was grieving.

It's just that at the moment when he met the gloomy gaze of the woman in Tsing Yi, he knew that he had forgotten a lot and owed her a lot, and he... Obviously shouldn't have forgotten her.

"Who the hell is this woman, I... And who? ”

This time, recalling the "old friend" of the great lord Azathoth, Ning Fan felt in a trance in his heart: "He may really recognize me." ”

"Or rather, you know me from my past life... Past. ”

If not.

The Great Lord, who is violent and foolish by nature, should not be so polite to himself, and even, a little less like an ancient god, but more like a ...

Elegant English gentleman!

"Forget it, old rules, don't think about it, let's talk about it later."

Considering that the author had not yet made up the setting, Ning Fan gave up the idea of continuing to think deeply very intimately, and instead studied the new function of the Huangquan White Bone Umbrella.

The first layer of the seal - Evoke: See Chapter 13 for details.

The second layer of seals - mourning: the soul of the dead can be imprisoned for their own use, and the slave of the soul inherits 50% of the power and all the wisdom and memory of the soul.

Prerequisites for captivity:

1. The target realm must be lower than the host.

2. The target must be killed by the host.

3. The time of death shall not exceed 12 hours.

…

Overall.

Ning Fan is still quite satisfied with this skill: if he encounters an enemy with special abilities, he doesn't have to spare his talents, just kill the captives directly, how convenient!

"I remember that among the top ten martial gods, there are a few guys who are quite arrogant and proud, and they are quite suitable for this skill... Well, let's leave it at that, and try it when you meet them. ”

"Next, it's time to cultivate the demon heart and break through... Jindan is gone! ”

………