Fast-crossing system: the villain BOSS strikes!

10 minute later.

The man stood outside covered in frost, watching the people inside through the window.

How dare she hit herself.

It doesn't hurt at all though...

Didn't he just break a feather duster? !

The man dragged the long-eared rabbit doll away with a cold face.

Mingshu watched him leave, and the quiet moonlight fell on the floor, elongating her figure.

This is just the little goblin's remnant soul. Now a certain character of his has been infinitely magnified, so he can't argue with him.

Mingshu comforted himself and felt a little better.

I really miss the little fairy from the previous plane.

Good and soft.

Mingshu ate several packs of snacks in his arms to comfort himself.

She just fell asleep in the rocking chair.

The moon moves, the flowers and shadows move, and the night wind blows.

Mingshu sensed the coldness, and before he opened his eyes, he was submerged by a pile of feather dusters.

She struggled to sit up from under the feather duster.

The man stood beside him with a cold expression on his face.

Apparently he was the one who did it just now.

"you……"

The man popped out a word coldly: "Pay."

Mingshu: "..."

Who wants you to pay for it!

Are you sick when riding a horse?

Are you sick?

crazy!

"Where did you steal this thing?" Mingshu didn't think about buying it at all. She bought all the clothes on his body, and he might not even know what RMB is.

The man raised his finger and pointed down the mountain.

There is a village near Wuliang Mountain. The villagers make feather dusters and sell them in the town for money when they go to the market.

"Give it back to me!"

The man withdrew his hand, and indifferently hugged the doll into his arms... a bit like holding a sword.

The meaning is obvious - I won't go, sir!

Mingshu brushed the chicken feathers on his body, and said softly, "If I still see these things tomorrow morning, I'll break your sword into pieces."

Mingshu felt stared at again.

But looking at the past, the man still looks cold and calm.

Mingshu raised his finger and pointed outside.

The two stalemate for a while, the man bends down to put away the feather duster on the ground, and together with the doll, he jumps out of the window and disappears into the night.

He just wants to get his sword back!

Why is it so difficult!

He went down the mountain and stood on the road in a daze...

Where did he find it?

Holding a pile of feather dusters in his arms, the man walked aimlessly, trying to retrieve some memory.

But I really can't remember it.

He looked back and forth, but he couldn't even see a ghost on the empty road.

Throw it here...

She shouldn't know, right?

He found a place to throw the feather duster away, and prepared to go back with the doll in his arms.

After walking a certain distance, he stopped again.

The moonlight shone coldly on his face, the profile of his face was cold, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, and he turned back to pick up all the feather dusters.

It was hard to find the village, but he really didn't remember which one it was, so he just threw it at the door of a random family in the end.

Holding the doll, he exited the village.

"stop!"

A shout exploded in the night.

Two people emerged from the darkness, and one of them sent a WeChat message with a mobile phone: "Master, I found the whereabouts of that thing. I sent you the location. Come here quickly, we will stop him."

whoosh-

WeChat sent successfully.

The man in the black shirt stood quietly in the thick ink-like night, and his icy aura gradually became stronger, like a monarch in the dark night.

The two looked at each other, pinching left and right.

The man didn't even move his hand, he just dodged with his body.

He disdains to fight with these weak people who can be crushed to death with one finger.

One of them tried to grab him, but the man turned sideways and missed, and instead grabbed the jackrabbit by the ear.

The doll slid out of the man's arms.

The man saw that he had grabbed something useless, although he was surprised that it held a doll, but he didn't think much about it and threw it away.

The doll draws an arc in the night.

The moment he threw the doll away, he felt a tingling fear in his scalp.

The surrounding temperature dropped to the extreme.

-

The man bent down to pick up the doll, patted the dust on the doll, hugged it with a sword in his arms, and walked into the darkness.

Behind him, the two were lying on the ground, their eyes wide open.

The phone screen suddenly lit up.

After flickering several times, it fell into darkness.

-

After half an hour.

A group of people rushed to the scene, and they were all shocked when they saw the disciple lying on the ground, but they seemed to think about the expected situation.

One of them stepped forward to check on the situation of the two of them.

"How?" someone asked.

The person who took the disciple's pulse shook his head, he was still angry, but his cultivation level... I'm afraid it's useless.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Two people who are very good, if they say they are useless, they will be useless.

"Did they really meet that thing?" There was no strange aura around here, not even a bit of yin.

"Someone took a picture of his face that day, so he shouldn't be mistaken."

"The last time we met him...his strength is unfathomable, we are no match for him, hey..."

When they received the news, they were immediately told not to be impulsive, but these two disciples did not see it.

"The sword in Xunyi's hand..." Someone said, "Can you really deal with him?"

No one answered this question.

Regardless of whether he can deal with him or not, now Xunyi will not hand over the sword at all.

-

The man returned to Wuliang Mountain, the window was closed, he walked around the room, stretched out his hand and tried to push it, but it didn't work.

He pursed his thin lips slightly, exerted a slight force on his fingers, and the window shattered with a click.

He jumped through the window and went straight to the bed.

Mingshu had already sat up, his entire face hidden in the darkness.

Half a meter away from the bed, the man stopped.

"return."

Pay it back.

Mingshu lay back, "If you disturb my sleep again, I'll kill you."

man:"……"

He stood there motionless, looking in the direction of the bed.

The girl on the bed suddenly moved, she raised her head: "What's your name?"

"..."

Dead silence.

There seemed to be no living things in the room.

In the end it was the man who lost.

His voice was clear: "Duqin."

Du Qing?Du Qing?

Which word?

Obviously Duqin didn't mean to explain.

Mingshu lay back on the bed, looked at the mosquito net, pondered for a while, then felt sleepy, and whispered to Duqin, "Don't mess around."

The person on the bed gradually calmed down.

Duqin looked at her, looked around her, and then on the whole room.

Where would she put the sword?

The whole room was simple, except for a bed, there was only the rocking chair she had been lying on, which could be seen at a glance, and there was no place to hide things at all.

Du Qin retracted his gaze and pinched the doll with his fingers.

Why can she sleep in peace?

Aren't you afraid of attacking her yourself?

However, Du Qin asked himself in his heart, would he do anything to her?

The answer is no.

He can't do it.

Not even willing to hurt her.

He let go of the doll and spread his palms.

why?