The pink boy looked down at Lin Xiyi, who had passed out in a coma, the corners of his mouth rose, mocking wantonly, and said with displeasure: "Hahahahahahaha

The peach blossoms are falling, and the moon is a new moon, which makes people want to sing a song and raise a glass to the moon.

Pale pink hair hangs down on the young man's white collarbone.

"It's better not to say anything to comfort yourself, just think about it in your heart, understand, boy. ”

"It's impossible not to understand. ”

The boy is like a lonely ghost, drifting away with the peach blossoms.

......

Looking at the thick dark clouds in the sky, a trace of blazing white thunder is rolling, and the dragons of thunder are hidden in the dark clouds.

The middle-aged Taoist priest pinched his fingers and found that this horizon was extraordinary, and this heaven and earth had been chaotic, showing the appearance of heavenly anger.

Soon the rain will pour down, the heavens will hang upside down, and the stars may be washed down.

It means that God is angry, and his face is gloomy, which is the wrath of heaven.

is similar to crying for the sky, but the heavenly suffering is the way of heaven crying and crying blood, and the rain that falls is blood rain, as if the sky is bleeding.

The wrath of heaven is different, rain is a kind of divine punishment, it is a natural disaster and man-made disaster, the flood washes down the fertile land to give people a test, there is a water catastrophe in ancient times, in fact, it refers to the wrath of the sky, where is the water of the earth comparable to the water of the sky.

It's boundless, but it's also fearless.

The Infinite Water has only one life, and it will die in just a moment, accumulating a large amount of dead qi and resentment, after all, it is a spiritual creature of heaven and earth, and even more so is the rain mixed with the wrath of the Heavenly Dao.

"Unlucky, this god is so immortal, but at this time, the sky is angry!" The middle-aged Taoist priest shook the long sleeves of his green coat and scolded the sky, eager to rush forward immediately.

It's a pity that he can't do it, it's not that his cultivation is not enough, but that his master has taboos, and he must not use his own aura when he is angry, so as not to cause trouble and cause the thunder of heaven to split, and only the soul will fly away, which is a man-made disaster in a natural and man-made disaster.

Blessings, blessings, blessings, misfortunes.

This is also the best time for monks to understand, and this is the principle that blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, even if God is angry, the monks can also benefit from it.

"Fortunately, there is a small village in front, where to take shelter from the rain first, the heavenly sense can not be sought, whether you can feel it or not, the most important thing is to avoid the rain. With his head in his hands, the Taoist priest in Tsing Yi hurriedly ran towards the small village.

"I don't know if the Taoist friend who came to meet has arrived? Running and running, the Taoist priest couldn't help but think about his fellow Daoists, they should be people on the same road, and they can be regarded as confidants.

......

"My head hurts......"

Touching his head, which was still in pain, the boy felt like he had lost his mind, and he wanted to shout immediately.

The feeling of unconsciousness is like drinking too much strong alcohol, but the teenager never drinks because he doesn't like it, and of course he doesn't like to drink alone.

"I'm cultivating...... And then what happened?" Holding his forehead, the boy recalled what had happened before.

What exactly happened before the coma.

I picked up the strip of cloth on my forehead, which was a little strange to the touch, but it was just wet enough to clear my mind.

Intermittent memories came back to his mind, and the boy remembered that he was an assassin and had been given a mission to assassinate the heir to the throne, targeting a little girl.

It's nothing, the assassin won't show mercy because the other party is a child, just kill the target.

Assassins don't need superfluous feelings.

Then he was killed by the target's protector and tortured to death with a means sufficient to see purgatory.

The memory is full of blood-drenched images, and I can't recall the real scene.

However, what he killed was just an extra-sword clone, born from the Dao body of the Flying Immortal Sword Technique outside the sky.

Its supernatural powers are weird, and it controls the doppelganger with a trace of divine sense, and the doppelganger is a body, which is controlled by a single-minded and dual-purpose method.

"Damn, it's so scary just to regurgitate. There was still a trace of fear on Ou Yang's face, but it quickly dissipated.

The assassin's fear can only kill the target if it erupts at the last moment.

"No, how can I lie here, this place is a few feet away from where I cultivate, even if I fall, I won't lie flat, and the weirdest thing is the strip of cloth on my forehead. ”

Pinching the strip of cloth to squeeze out a trace of water, Ouyang Mingxuan said calmly: "The people who have been here haven't gone far yet, and the strip of cloth is still wet...... It's not a strip of cloth but a handkerchief, no wonder it's a little weird. ”

Wow.

Someone outside the cave was approaching, considering his state at this moment, Ou Yangming closed his eyes and lay down in his original position.

"Haven't you woken up yet, it's been a day and a night. ”

- It's a woman, her voice is relatively immature, and she should not be too old, a little younger than herself.

When the girl re-soaked the handkerchief and placed it on Ouyang Mingxuan's forehead, his breathing became steady, as if a nightmare he was having suddenly disappeared.

"I don't know why he passed out in the cave. Chen Qingqiluo didn't know how many times he watched Ouyang Mingxuan lie still, talking to himself.

A day ago, I accidentally fell while picking tea in the mountains, probably because of the recent heavy rain, and the ground was a little slippery, as if my mother had told me.

......

"Be careful when the road is slippery, you may slip. ”

The mother paused for a moment and said, "Why don't you go to collect medicine today?"

Chen Qingqiluo naturally understands that it is very dangerous to go up the mountain at this time, but danger and opportunity coexist, and it has just rained heavily, washing out the herbs buried under the soil.

After the rain and the sunny day is the time when the aura is the strongest, all kinds of spiritual grasses always take the opportunity to come out to breathe and breathe in the spotless fresh aura.

Mixed with the unique water aura after the rain, this aura is the favorite of the spirit grass.

After the soil is washed away, it becomes a thin layer, which is convenient for the spirit grass to break through, and of course, it is easy to slip on it.

If you accidentally fall while walking in the mountains after the rain, you may roll to a place where you are usually hiding.

So the girl rolled onto the unconscious boy in white, and the boy acted as the girl's meat pad.

......

The girl almost told the cause and effect, looked at Ouyang Ming, who was still unconscious, and left.

"Is it seen that the old bastard said that the civilians in the world are stupid, I don't think she is stupid at all, she is simply too careful, really excessive...... I'm afraid there's a reason. Hearing the departing footsteps of the petite and delicate girl, the boy took off his handkerchief and stared silently at the dust around him.

The reason why she was found to be awake was because the dust around her had changed, and the land about an inch away from her was clean, and it was from this that the girl saw heresy.

Otherwise, would she have told so many things to a person who was unconscious?

Smelling the lingering fragrance of flowers and trees of the girl, there was a trace of water vapor, Ouyang Mingxuan basically confirmed the identity of the girl, and was so hoarse that he had a strange voice, "It's a ghost, wood and water attract yin things, and popularity belongs to fire, there can be no water vapor, and the girl may not be human." ”

It is not yet possible to completely determine whether the girl who saved herself is really a ghost, if it is not a certain return, if it is, it can only be killed.

There is only one way for a monk to meet a ghost, a path of life and death.

But there is still a glimmer of possibility, the girl who saved herself is not a ghost.

- I, Ouyang Mingxuan is not an ungrateful person, if it is not a ghost, then it is not.

"Anyway, I'll leave until I find out her true identity, but unfortunately I can't repay the favor. In his heart, Ouyang Mingxuan had basically determined that the petite and delicate woman was a ghost, and normal people would never have the breath of yin wood, not to mention the fragrance of the dark water.

"One more day, and leave when you're back enough to take out the rune sword. "The aura in the body is empty, all used to restore mental fatigue, and the nightmarish memory has hit the mind hard, if it is not solved in time, I am afraid that the heart demon tribulation will not be good.

A dark golden air currents floated up, enveloping the pale-faced teenager and cutting him off from the outside world.

......

"Why has my daughter been running out of medicinal herbs lately?" A plump young woman picked up the spiritual herbs that Chen Qingqiluo had collected this time, and looked at the spiritual herbs in the medicine collection basket that were less than one-third.

"Mother, it's just raining recently, and the road is slippery, so I don't pick much. The little girl said casually, in fact, most of the time was spent on treating teenagers, and the reason for this could not be said.

Chen Qingqiluo was busy tinkering with spiritual grass, her father died before she could remember, leaving the mother and daughter to depend on each other, these jobs must be done by someone, otherwise only the mother is too hard.

"Qiluo, you won't be playful, tell you that a fortune teller has come to the small village recently, you must not go over to join in the fun, fortune telling or something, no. Large, watery eyes suddenly appeared in front of the girl, staring straight at her, as if she would disappear if she was not careful.

"Got it. The weak girl replied nonchalantly, as if she was thinking about something.

"Alas, my daughter has been ignoring me lately. Chen Qingyun sadly touched her white and tender fingers, people in their twenties and thirties still have the jade fingers of twenty-eight beauties, like green onions with healthy whiteness.

Looking at it, Chen Qingyunxu raised her head and looked at the old wooden table next to her, as if she said with empathy: "I feel that without my daughter's love, I have become old, alas, the years do not leave anyone." ”

In my heart, my mother will always be the same, always young and beautiful. The girl who knew how to go through the gods hurried to comfort her sentimental mother, who had heard that every mother in the small village would be like this when she reached a certain age, and there was a sense of insecurity, not to mention that the mother had no partner, and only her own daughter, to comfort her.

This is not the first time, my mother has been sentimental lately, and it is estimated that she has reached that age.

Hearing her daughter's uniform compliment, this coaxing mother immediately smiled, put her arms around her daughter, put her on her lap, put her hands in front of her from behind, hugged her quietly, and said happily: "Sure enough, it is good to give birth to a daughter, and the daughter is the intimate little padded jacket of her parents, soft and warm." ”

The girl was still holding the medicine pestle in both hands, and it was stained with green medicine residue, and she was hugged by her mother, and the medicine residue fell all over the ground, and the girl was a little heartbroken, "Mother's hug, my efforts for half a day were in vain." ”

"It's okay to pick it up, those big old people don't mind these things, as long as it's herbs. "When they think of the strong men in the little village, the young woman does not look very good, and they have always thought about the young woman or the widow, and they want to be her husband at once.

If it weren't for her good sisters, she might come back one day and see a big man lying on her bed.

Of course, the good sisters of the young woman also rely on beauty potions to communicate, and they definitely don't say bad things behind their backs.

Whether the sisterhood is deep or not depends on whether the effect of the potion is good or not.

"Also, it would be nice to give them the herbs that fell to the ground, who made them look at us with strange eyes all the time. As a daughter, the girl agrees with her mother very much.