"Ahh

Su Qianqian screamed, covered his face, and his frightened face turned pale, and he retreated again and again.

The male protagonist looked at her embarrassed appearance, only to feel that the depression that had been accumulated in his heart for many days was swept away, and the whole person was physically and mentally happy, and there was a kind of indescribable happiness from the bottom of his heart.

"Miss?"

Xiaocui caught up from behind and saw Su Qianqian's face splashed with white porridge, and her face turned white with fright.

"You monk, why are you so rude, why do you splash my young lady with white porridge?"

Looking at this scene, the male protagonist only felt familiar.

He suddenly remembered.

When he saw Zhao Yi for the first time, he hid in the crowd, and this Xiaocui also spoke to Zhao Yi like this.

Then, she was swept out by Zhao Yi's guards.

Thinking of this, the male protagonist looked at Xiaocui's face and was eager to try.

Xiao Cui saw that the male protagonist didn't dare to speak, and became more and more arrogant.

"Hey, are you a deaf monk, I didn't hear you talking!"

I can't bear it, I don't need to endure it anymore.

The male protagonist raised his hand decisively and slapped Xiao Cui's face, and Xiao Cui was suddenly pumped and flew out in a circle.

"Happy!"

The male protagonist finally understood why Zhao Yi hit her.

This kind of evil woman should be punished severely, otherwise she will only continue to disgust herself.

Directly helping her fly out like this, the whole person is happy physically and mentally.

Su Qianqian watched Xiaocui being beaten, and his face changed again.

Her face was burned red by the hot white porridge, but she bit her lip as if she didn't feel it, tears swirled in her eyes, and she couldn't get rid of it, looking pitiful.

"Amitabha!"

The male protagonist recited a Buddha name, and only felt a burst of nausea.

As if she didn't see the male protagonist's expression, Su Qianqian pulled Xiaocui to the male protagonist's side, her eyes lowered, and her tone of voice was careful with a hint of flattery.

"Little master, it's okay to apologize to Xiaocui, as long as you apologize to Xiaocui, I will forgive you."

"Amitabha!"

The male protagonist suddenly understood Zhao Yi.

This kind of person, this kind of thing, who is not disgusting!

"Amitabha!"

The male protagonist called out the Buddha name, clasped his hands together and said, "Donor, receive the supernatural powers." ”

Su Qianqian's face suddenly froze.

She looked at the male protagonist and asked puzzledly: "Little master, what are you talking about, why can't I understand?" ”

After speaking, she said tirelessly: "Little master, is it okay for you to apologize to Xiaocui, as long as you apologize to Xiaocui, I will forgive you, let's start from the beginning, okay?" ”

Speaking of this, Su Qian suddenly thought of something, and suddenly raised his head and said to the male protagonist: "There is no such annoying guy here, and I don't have a marriage contract, we can finally be together!" ”

After Su Qianqian finished speaking, he said with an expectant face: "Let's be together, we will be together forever!" ”

"Amitabha!"

The male protagonist was expressionless, and said with his hands folded: "Donor, don't play with the little monk." Your illusion realm is certainly mysterious, but the Zhao clan's bloodline curse is even better, and the little monk knew that everything was illusory from the beginning. In that case, why waste any more time? ”

Hearing this, the air around him suddenly fell silent.

Su raised his hand lightly and looked down at the hideous centipede-like blood mark on the back of his hand.

She raised her eyes, looked at the male protagonist and said, "This is the bloodline curse you said?" ”

The male protagonist ignored Su Qianqian.

At this time, Xiao Cui also stood up, and there was the same blood mark on the back of her hand.

And that's not all.

The male protagonist just wanted to speak, but suddenly looked up at the moon gate in the small courtyard.

Footsteps came in from outside the door.

Soon, people walked in from outside the moon gate.

The leader is Zhao Yi, who still has the hypocrite's smile on his face that annoys the male protagonist, and the male protagonist who is watching wants to blow his dog head with a punch.

Behind Zhao Yi was a mysterious man in a black robe, he still had a cold face, and his eyes were extremely disgusted when he looked at the male protagonist, as if he was looking at a piece of, and the male protagonist's fist suddenly hardened.

Behind the mysterious man is the old monk, and the old monk is still in a state of soul body, fluttering, no different from the appearance of the god stick that Zhao Yi usually sees.

Behind the old monk is the people of Xishan Temple, the abbot, the head of each hall, they looked at the male protagonist, and there was a kind smile on their faces, but how did the male protagonist think it was fake.

Finally, there are Yao Qing and Prince Zhi.

Seeing Prince Zhi, the male protagonist's always calm face finally had a trace of fluctuation.

He just wanted to open his mouth to speak, but suddenly saw a hideous blood mark on the back of Prince Zhi's hand like everyone else, and sighed secretly in his heart.

"Amitabha!"

The male protagonist looked at the full number of people standing in the small courtyard and sighed lightly.

"Donor, if you want to use these people to disturb the mind of the little monk, I'm afraid it's just in vain."

Hearing the words of the male protagonist, Su Qianqian, Zhao Yi, and the man in black spoke at the same time.

Everyone had different expressions, but their tones were exactly the same, and they looked very strange.

"Little monk, I feel something different from you, are you willing to cooperate with me, I can help you reach the supreme peerless peak."

The male protagonist was unmoved.

"Amitabha."

The male protagonist folded his hands and asked the question that he had been holding in his heart.

"Dare to ask the donor, is the person you killed on the island the prince of the current dynasty?"

Prince Zhi?

Everyone's faces showed contemplation at the same time, and then they looked down at the hideous blood mark on the back of their hand in unison.

Then, in unison, he said: "Maybe, it's just an ant, kill it, kill it, there's no need to make a fuss." ”

"Amitabha!"

Although I had long guessed that it might be Prince Zhi who died, but when the other party admitted it in person, the male protagonist's heart still seemed to be grabbed hard, and he felt like he was about to suffocate, and his heart hurt for a while.

"You seem to be having a hard time?"

Everyone stared up at the male protagonist at the same time, their eyes were dull, and their tone was stiff and cold, which was creepy.

"Amitabha!"

The male protagonist's hands trembled, and the Buddhist beads on his wrists were almost unable to hold them.

"Enough!"

He raised his head sharply, flipped over the porridge pot in front of him, and looked at Prince Zhi in the middle of the crowd.

"Get off him!"

The male protagonist clenched his fists, and the real dragon on the back of his hand was like blood, exuding terrifying killing intent.

Prince Zhi glanced down at the blood stains on the back of his hand, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Interesting, this thing can really make you discover me, it seems that in the past ten thousand years, there have been a lot of new things in the immortal cultivation world."

Well?

When the male protagonist heard this, his face suddenly changed: "Who are you?" ”

When Prince Zhi heard this, he raised his head, looked at the male protagonist and said, "You should have heard my name, my name is 'Ling'." ”

The male protagonist looked dazed.

He frowned and said, "What is a 'spirit'?" ”

Hearing this, everyone shook their heads at the same time.

"The 'spirit' is not a thing, the 'spirit' is the supreme ruler of the world."

"More than 10,000 years ago, the Immortal Cultivation Realm was the era of 'spirit', and we ruled the entire world for a full 100,000 years!"

"Now, we're back!"

ps: First update. Ask for collection, ask for follow-up.

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