"Tsukasa Night ......"

Listening to the whispering of the night, my heart beats softly.

He was a little complicated and didn't know how to face the beautiful woman who appeared in front of him. At the same time, he also had some suspicions, because there was something wrong with that breath...... Tingye's perception of breath was extremely accurate, and he felt that even Ten Youmei couldn't disguise it in front of him, and he was very confused at this time.

Listening to the night nervously wrapped the spear in his hand, the cold breath came from not far away, Li Xunxi got up, "Su ......"

"What did you say?"

Listening to the night's voice was cold, with a unique indifference and deep voice, but at this moment Li Xunxi didn't pay attention to these anymore, he looked at the disc in his palm excitedly, and a blush appeared on his face.

Listening to the night frowning, who could make him so rude?

Soon this pitch-black world was filled with a touch of fluorescence, and it was only then that the night heard that the space was clear.

It was like a porcelain bottle that had been poured into the sludge, and the place where he stepped on it was the mud inside. He didn't know if he was swallowed up here or if he forcibly opened it up, and it was unpredictable what could crawl out of the mud, so to speak, although he was alive, he was dead.

Is this the remnant of the new life...... It's terrifying.

Listen to the night sigh. The ruins of the past have been precipitated, and these "mud" have become walkable roads, and there is a threat that will not give him a sense of threat, as if it is a complete space, but now it is in a glass bottle, no matter how strong he is, the bottle is broken and everything disappears.

Sure enough, he is just an ant, and he can be wiped out anytime and anywhere. Listening to the night's breath, he regained his composure, although the impact was great, and it was difficult to accept the confusion when he faced the formation of the ruins, but after everything he seemed to have come to his senses. A sense of security, real and illusory;

Listening to the night, he closed his eyes and stopped thinking, and then a soft, crisp bell began to echo in his ears, and he raised his eyes to see the bright white light that appeared in front of his eyes.

He couldn't see her face clearly, only a white dress, her expression was warm and calm, her long hair was simply tied down by a gauze, and she was wearing a string of glass window decorations on her chest.

She rode a blue-blue unicorn, the horse's eyes were simple and innocent, its whole body was unrestrained, the girl just gently stroked its hair, it looked around curiously, but the fluctuations around it made the whole world shrouded in a faint coercion.

What kind of realm is this......

Listening to the silence of the night, then a bitter smile. The only one who can have such a demeanor should be the first in the world in Wei, the daughter of the president of the Su Chamber of Commerce, Su Qi, and Su Qingyu.

This is the first time I have seen Su Qingyu in Tingye, her temperament is more peaceful than that of Zhizuka Night, it is a kind of appearance with no memory points, and after seeing her, I can't remember anything in an instant. However, although she is out of the dust, she is not estranged, her eyes are gentle, and she seems to have a tender package, and it is rare for the people to spontaneously pray and worship her.

Listening to the silence of the night, he used to feel that the beauty of the tomb night could not be desecrated, so he was instinctively hostile to Su Qingyu, a girl who ruled the world with her appearance, although he felt that the beauty of the tomb night did not need to be argued, but Su Qi's name was stuck in his heart, and now when he saw her deity, he had nothing to say, and he couldn't give birth to the idea of slander.

She is very beautiful and flawless, like a mirror hanging high, the white lotus is lonely, transcendent and uncontrollable. It's a little more fairy than the night of the mound, a little less indifferent, and the dress is more atmospheric.

Listening to the night is very uncomfortable, I always feel that something in my heart is broken, and it is gently broken by the silent power, he can't resist, but his gloomy face doesn't look at it, but the appearance of the mound night in his heart is as slippery as water. It seemed that Su Qi was there, and everything was blank.

It's no wonder that although she is not a Tianjiao and has never revealed her realm, she makes all Tianjiao dare not be presumptuous.

Compared with listening to the night, Li Xunxi's feeling was more complicated and confused, he lowered his head and was silent, and he didn't say a word on the side.

He didn't think that Su Qi would waste precious time for him, and according to her indifferent nature, she shouldn't have deliberately looked for the reason for the opening of the ruins this time, and it was probably a coincidence that she came here......

It was quiet, and the unicorn still walked with that mischievous pace, looking east and west, and then sniffed in front of the listening night.

Listening to the night and looking at the unicorn, there is a very good smell of green orange on its body, and there is a smell of fragrant grass when it wanders. I don't know if it's the smell of unicorns or the fragrance of girls.

Listening to the night was very irritable, and the complicated mood that he was passing over his face was pressed down again. Su Qi was only ten steps away from him, and although he still couldn't see clearly, the costume made him fall into a momentary confusion.

"Let's make it. ”

"......" was stunned for a while, listening to the sound of nothing, he was very entangled, and he didn't even know if the girl said it, but looking at the unicorn's crooked head, he knew that it should be her, and then quickly got out of the way, looking at the girl who was so ethereal that she had no body to retract her gaze.

After Su Qi left, the light that remained in the distance dispersed little by little, looking at the path that had been opened up, and he didn't know whether to follow or not. He was a little tangled, but he couldn't get the slightest irritability, and he held the blood spear that seemed to be sleeping, and he groaned for a long time, throwing the spear into the mud on his left.

The nameless fire burned in his chest, his indifferent pupils unleashed a cold glow tirelessly, and the mud like tofu was sliced off and fell to his feet as the spear danced.

Li Xunxi looked at his movements and was secretly puzzled, as if he had guessed something, and took out the long sword from the space ring to practice swordsmanship. Although his movements are immature, the sword is full of ferocious edge, and the speed between the two is not inferior to the night.

"Spiritual power. Waste. Glancing at Li Xunxi and listening to the night whispered, Li Xunxi was stunned, thinking that this could not replenish spiritual power, and then he was a little ashamed, honestly using the power of the body, looking at his castrated speed, listening to the night and being satisfied.

He learned the basic skills of learning guns, so he didn't know fancy spiritual skills, but he was right, so he didn't blush at all, and he looked very profound.

The two of them were extremely patient, neither of them knew what they would encounter along the way, feeling the pressure getting heavier and heavier, and the speed of both of them was slow, and the mud in front of them was getting thicker and thicker.

As the road opened, more and more mud fused together, and the density and pressure also increased, and the strength of the two was not top-notch, even if they had been wandering around the periphery, it was a little difficult.

In fact, Tingye's plan for himself is very clear, but when he first came, he was in one realm, and his focus was on polishing his spiritual power, and he learned basic swordsmanship, so his spiritual skills were like a blank sheet of paper, and he was extremely disadvantaged, although he was becoming more and more proficient in the use of spears, but he always felt that there was a lack of taste.

He didn't know what had happened to his body, and he had no impression of the extraordinary marksmanship he used to break the corpse of the ancestor, but it looked so unpretentious.

However, the former is a return to the basics of seeing the prosperity of the world, while the latter is an apprentice who is fledgling and ignorant of the world.

Listening to the night tried to familiarize himself with the body of the blood gun, but it was like dead. It was probably the last battle that depleted the spirit of this gun, and now, it's just mortal iron.

Many thoughts flashed in Tingye's heart, and he couldn't help but hold the gun tighter.

Xianyu said that all things have spirits, and it is extremely difficult for all iron to give birth to spirituality, like a doll born of a doll, only instinctively groping, after metamorphosis, enlightenment, and then enlightenment, psychic, transformation, manifestation, and immortality.

This is a long process, except for the strange stone casting like a heavenly pride, otherwise it is difficult to go up step by step. The gun in his hand doesn't seem to be an unusual thing, ordinary mortal iron can reach such an extent, how much did he once be the owner to love it?

Tingye felt as if he had done something wrong, and his heart was surging with this gun, as if he was carrying some sacred mission.

The spear is no longer blind when it is swayed, and Tingye begins to cherish the spear in his hand, although it cannot be infused with spiritual power and breath, but its own material has been forged by the spirit and now has a foundation, after pouring his qi and blood, the spear began to tremble slightly, and the tip of the spear was dyed with a touch of blood red, although it was fleeting, but it made Tingye a little happy.

Looking at the childlike smile on the corner of Tingye's mouth, Li Xunxi seemed to think of the young man holding the snow-colored long sword under the sun, so clean and naïve. How many people can use their own blood to nourish utensils?

Li Xunxi pondered, a little ashamed, and then remorseful and blamed himself.

has been on the official road for a long time, and his heart is dead, and now there is a trace of throbbing in his body.

Li Xunxi gritted his teeth and looked at the edges and corners of the spiritual weapon in his hand slowly softening. Swords, gentlemen's weapons, are all raised by temperature, if he drips blood, he can't say that he will go to a fork in the road. It's no wonder that his swordsmanship has never been able to achieve great success, if he hadn't realized this truth earlier and didn't turn his head to Mo Dao in a hurry, even if he was not as good as Tianjiao, he would not have fallen to such a point.

Shaking his head, Li Xunxi no longer thought about this, and followed the path opened up by Tingye, he smelled a musty smell, and Tingye was stagnant there, not knowing what he was thinking.

Li Xunxi stroked the crystal blue gem on his forehead with his hand, and the light blue light filled the damp corridor, and he looked at it curiously, and then shifted his attention to the car in front of him.

That's a wheel. He plucked the mud out with his spear, sketching out a rough outline, and then sighed.

It seems that this ancestor is also idle and has nothing to do, although the ancient agarwood has all kinds of miraculous effects, but it is not easy to maintain, and it is notoriously fragile, even if it is well maintained, the life span will not exceed thirty years, I didn't expect this old thing with a longevity of trillions of yuan to be interested in this kind of thing.

Listening to the night is very bad for the senses of that ancestor, I will send you back to the West at most if you die, but your curse is too vicious.

Tingye was a little melancholy, he didn't know how long he had to live, but Li Xunxi squatted down and rubbed in the mud, and then looked at Tingye excitedly.

"This is the ancestor's honor!"

————

The first volume lays the foundation, which is used to get involved with all kinds of people. The protagonist of the next plot does not have a high sense of existence, mainly to explore the world and throw out the various settings of the book.

The second volume is processed, fried, cooked, and fried, so I patiently watch the ingredients serve to you...... , the health of the liver is not good these days, and it is really not suitable for me as an old man......