Looking at the chic and wild host in front of him, the southern traitor suddenly felt a little envious.

The ontology of the host is a crane, although I don't know what it is, but there is such an idiom in the human race that says cranes, and the southern traitor himself likes it very much.

Idle clouds and wild cranes.

Xianyun Yehe is generally used to refer to masters, but in the hearts of the southern traitors, only the southern traitors of the five tyrants are worthy of this word, and even he is the Xianyun Wild Crane itself.

It's not that the emperor is how, but the emperor's sense of mission is too much, and most of his life has been tied to this mountain.

Although the emperor's cultivation is sufficient, it lacks a bit of happiness and chic demeanor.

In fact, among the five tyrants, the one that the southern traitor is most reluctant to clash with is the host.

Host, is what he dreams of living.

Wearing a Taoist robe every day, carrying a long sword that can obviously recover the warmth in the body, stepping through the snowy mountains, and also sneaking to the holy pilgrimage. Through the sea of people, I have seen flowers bloom and fall. He once went to the Holy Pilgrimage and saw the sunset of the Holy Pilgrimage. Back then, they weren't called the top five, but the host back then was enough to make him envious.

"Actually, I really want to be friends with you. ”

The southern traitor seemed to have forgotten the sword that Dong Dao had just had, the one that came directly at the top of his head and almost split him in half.

The host was a little surprised, and somewhere he found a wine jug and took a big sip.

"Actually, I don't like to fight. The host burped.

When the demons and Lin Hao's heavenly servant heard this, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere eased a lot.

"You know what I like? I like to talk to people about the scenery I've seen, the world I've seen, the people I've passed by. The host continued, taking another sip of his own wine.

"You also like to talk about the Tao, tell others that the Tao is natural, and let others let go of their obsessions and go with the flow. A warm smile also appeared on the face of the southern traitor, and at this moment, he seemed to have returned to his youth, the young five tyrants, except for the emperor, they were all good friends.

"So, if you also let go of your obsession, I will also take a look at you and talk to you about the world I sneaked out to see, those crazy men and women. If you are really tired of staying in this shabby place in the future, go and say hello to the Luo family, and you can also travel the world together! After all, you and I can be regarded as having the love of robes!"

Hearing this, Nan Rape seemed to be really moved, but soon he shook his head and sighed. "Maybe I'm going to disappoint you, Brother Dao. ”

"You don't have the talent of a blood demon, why force it! You are different from the three-headed blood demon behind you!" the host put the wine jug to his lips and took it away, his face full of doubt.

Nan Rape glanced at Yuan Batian, Tao Tuntian and Qi Futian behind him and nodded.

"That's right, I'm not a blood demon, but my ancestor is a blood demon. ”

The host looked at the southern traitor, he knew that although the southern traitor was treacherous, he was not a fool, let alone a good person, and he was not a foolish and loyal person, so he naturally would not make wedding dresses for others.

The Dongdao figure was originally taller than the Nan Rape, and standing on the hilt of the sword at this time, he naturally needed to look down on the Dongdao.

"With what I know about you, any family rules and bloodline inheritance are all waste paper and nonsense for you. ”

Nan Traitor's heart sank, and sure enough, the opponent at this time was actually the person who knew him best.

He wanted to stop it, but he couldn't do anything about it.

He can kill the host, but he can't stop the host from talking.

The host thought for a long time, and suddenly said: "By the way, I remember that there was a madman in a black robe who came down from Pengshan and was stopped by the four of us, and we asked him to give no one a word. Beimei can't do without the word 'love' in the end, and you are a failure, you hate making wedding dresses for others the most in your life, but in the end you make wedding dresses for others; as for the West Naughty Boy, he said that the man in the black robe was a madman, and he didn't want to listen to his prophecies. ”

Nan Traitor remembered this past, sighed and said, "But I don't believe in fate. ”

"Since you don't believe in your fate, why do you want to change your life? You're not a blood demon, but based on what I know about you, you must have found a way to make yourself a blood demon, right?"

The host said casually, but his eyes glanced at a few people, which suddenly made Yuan Batian and the others a little more distrustful of the southern traitor.

It may seem unintentional, but everything is intentional.

"Could it be that you need to use your old ancestor to occupy the body of one of them?"

Although the host didn't know the true truth of this blood demon, he could guess and guess unscrupulously.

The more they talked, the more unstable their small group became.

Nan Rape snorted coldly, his face was gloomy, and the little nostalgia and goodwill he had for the host disappeared, and his voice became cold.

He regretted it a little, he knew that these little guys were not fuel-efficient lamps, and when the host said this, they would definitely become more and more defensive about themselves.

The best thing to do now is not to talk about it.

"You can't stop me. ”

Nan Rape said lightly, his words were full of confidence.

In addition to the Emperor of China, the most powerful of their five tyrants was recognized as the Dongdao, followed by the Western Naughty Boy, followed by the Southern Rape, and the weakest was naturally Beimei.

But this is only a recognition, but it does not represent real strength.

No one has ever seen a traitor fight to death, and he has always let others fight to death for himself.

"I know, but I have to stop it. ”

The host said indifferently, as if he had already predicted his fate today, and there was always a faint sadness between his words.

"Isn't it stupid to do it knowing that you can't do it?" The southern traitor stared at the host, his eyes bursting with murderous intent.

"I don't know, but I know that you have to do something to turn a snow-white snow-capped mountain into a red snow-capped mountain. I'm a man who likes white more than red. ”

The southern traitor shouted, and there was an extra sickle in his hand.

This is the weapon of the Southern traitor, the long-handled scythe, called the Vampire Scythe.

The host smiled freely, jumped off the long sword, and with a flick of his hand back, the wine jug smashed against the ice wall, and the long sword was also automatically used.

He rolled up his sleeves and long hair between his sideburns, which added a bit of beauty.

The fight between the two was not earth-shattering, let alone the power of opening mountains and rivers.

In the duel of the masters, one is to fight in the dark, and the other is to see it in an instant, and the winner will be divided.

The fight between the two belongs to the latter type.

The cyan light and the red light collided, and there was an extra blood mark on the wrist of the host, and an extra cut on the clothes of the southern traitor.

The victory and defeat were divided, but the wound of the host could not heal, and the blood kept flowing and poured towards the scythe that was taller than him in the hand of the southern traitor.

His hair was slowly turning from black to white, and his face was aging.

Just such an opening was enough to kill him.

The host slowly fell, and he remembered that the madman had asked him if he wanted to listen to his own fate, and he shook his head.

"If your life can be changed, what's the point of knowing? If you can't change it, it's useless for me to know. ”