Quick Travel: Crazy criticism of the host and his love for him

There is mist flowing on the top of Wuji, cranes flying, and auspicious clouds lingering. It is like a fairyland in the mortal world, as beautiful as a dream or a painting.

The bright red petals slowly fall from the sky, adding more romance to this magnificent scene.

Xie Wange smiled as he stared at the face so close to him, unwilling to look away.

"Master, why are you looking at me like this?"

His fingertips were held, and the temperature of his palm melted away, and Xie Wange's heart trembled.

He looked at his hand being held, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He gently held the man's hand back, greedily craving the tenderness in the man's hand.

"Xiao An..." Xie Wange called softly.

"Master has been a lot more spoiled lately. He gets red-eyed when I hold your hand."

The man chuckled and stroked the corners of his eyes.

Xie Wange reached out and grabbed the corner of Yan An's clothes, and leaned into Yan An's arms.

The scene was very beautiful, the only flaw was that there was a vague voice coming from a distance.

Xie Wange didn't want to distinguish it, but the sound became clearer and clearer, and kept echoing in his ears.

"Hey!"

"Hello, hello Xie Wan Ge..."

"Thank you Wan Ge..."

Xie Wange slowly opened her eyes, revealing a little girl of about five or six years old with a bun on her hair.

"Who are you?"

The voice was unusually dry and hoarse.

"You are not sleeping stupid, are you? I am the sneering beast."

"Sneer beast..."

I don’t know what he was thinking about, but Xie Wange instantly sat up from the couch.

He hurried downstairs and began to search frantically in the ruined palace.

The palace is very large, but for Xie Wange today, he only needs a cup of tea to search the entire ruins.

However, the ruins were empty, and apart from the broken walls there, it seemed that he was the only one left.

No, there is also a snorting beast.

"what have you done!"

Xie Wange was dressed in black, with red eyes. He stared at the sneering beast like a devil from hell.

"I just woke you up." The sneering beast shuddered, touched his nose, and said disdainfully, "Didn't I let you see it? Doesn't seeing it in a dream count as seeing it?"

"We are dealing on equal terms, stop looking at me like that."

"I want to see him now."

"impossible."

"What did you say?"

“Mmmmm…you…let me go!”

Xie Wange pinched the beast's neck tightly, as if he wanted to twist its head off.

Only when the Chi Beast was about to die did Xie Wange slap him and throw him out.

After a loud bang, the sneering beast fell into a pile of debris and took a long time to crawl out.

"Ahem... It's useless even if you kill me. That's a sacrifice to heaven. What is a sacrifice to heaven?"

"Sacrificing to heaven means the soul flies away and disappears into thin air."

The sneering beast looked at Xie Wange coldly: "With your current level of cultivation, you must know what the soul is. A person whose soul is scattered will have no afterlife, nor will he have a previous life. The heavens will erase all traces of his existence, and he will be nothing except those useless memories."

"Someone has come to the ruins. If it weren't for the fact that you made a deal with me, I wouldn't bother waking you up and letting those people stab you to death. Humph."

Xie Wange lowered his head, a bitter and forced smile flashing across the corners of his lips.

If possible, he would rather die in the dream of reuniting with him.

"I want to see him."

"You're crazy!" Chishou looked at Xie Wange in disbelief: "Your current soul power is simply not enough to support such a huge soul dream."

"Perhaps you will die before the dream is constructed. It doesn't matter if you die, but I who constructed the dream will also suffer. By then, not only will I not gain any soul power, but I will also lose both my wife and my troops."

"If you insist on doing that, then you can find another beast by yourself. I won't accompany you." Beast: My life as a beast has just begun, how can I stay here?

"no?"

"Gudong." The sneering beast swallowed and said weakly: "Soul dreams are impossible, but illusions are possible."

Chi Shou carefully pushed away the long sword pointing at him and said, "How about this, I will help you create an illusion, and the illusion will not take your soul power..."

Xie Wange's sword pointed at the chirping beast again.

"I've already told you that your soul power is not enough. It's useless even if you kill me!"

"Unless... you have enough soul power."

"it is good."

"Ah?" Chishou was a little confused.

Xie Wange did not respond, but walked out of the palace and the ruins with his sword in hand.

His robes rustled, and in an instant he seemed like an evil spirit descending over the Qingyun Sect.

With Xia Keban's leadership and the strong support from Qingling Sect and other major sects, today's Qingyun Sect is no longer the Qingyun Sect of the past.

Xie Wan Ge looked at the Qingyun Sect below calmly and asked, "With theirs, is it enough?"

The sneering beast swallowed and was unable to answer for a moment.

"Not enough? Then let them come together."

He murmured and swung the sword in his hand.

The long sword instantly transformed into thousands of identical swords, flying down from the sky and colliding with the Qingyun Sect's protective formation.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into my Qingyun Sect!"

Xie Wange's expression remained unchanged. He just raised his hand slightly, and the sword changed its shape in the blink of an eye and fell down like a mountain.

An hour later.

All the people of Qingyun Sect, including the Sect Leader Xia Keban, fell to the ground with serious injuries.

The worst person among them, apart from Xia Keban, Nangong Ao and others, is the arrogant Fire Phoenix.

Speaking of which, the mixed-blood phoenix was snatched away by Yan An and given to Xie Wange, who then gave it to Xia Keban. After all the twists and turns, the situation turned out to be like this.

Thinking of that person, Xie Wange's cold eyes flashed with a bit of tenderness.

He picked up the fire phoenix, plucked its feathers, boiled water, cut open its belly, and simmered it over high heat.

Maybe it was too old, the meat was too tough and the taste was not very good.

Xie Wange thought that if it was cooked before the shell broke, the meat might be more tender.

"It smells so good! It must be very nourishing. Eating it will definitely greatly increase your cultivation."

"Hey, you don't want to eat?"

"Unappetizing."

After replying to Chishou indifferently, Xie Wange sat down again and began to stroke his wind chimes.

A few days later, many people from Qingling Sect and other sects came.

Without saying a word, they pointed their swords at Xie Wange and clamored for justice for Xia Keban.

In fact, Xie Wange didn’t quite understand why the people from these big sects were willing to become Xia Keban’s slaves.

He looked at Xia Keban, who was being supported by someone and looked in a miserable state, and calmly drew his sword.

Blood spilled down layer by layer, and monks fell down one by one, seriously injured.

The battle lasted for two months and Xie Wange won a tragic victory.

He vomited blood, dropped the broken sword in his hand, and fell in a pool of blood.

"Xie Wan Ge...are you...are you going to die?"

"Let's get started... I want to see him."

The sneering beast looked at the monks on the ground whose limbs had been chopped off and who were only breathing their last breath, shuddered violently and closed his eyes.

It was so cruel, so brutal. Fortunately, he was not chopped.

"It's too dirty here. You don't want to go to see your sweetheart dirty. Come, I'll help you up and find a clean place to start again."

"Let me tell you first, I will take 20% of my soul power. After I finish constructing the soul dream, I will leave."

As the sneering beast began to extract soul power, Xie Wange slowly closed his eyes.

This time, let me have a sweet dream.

I want to be his companion; I want to go with him to see the rolling hills; to see the turbulent sea...

In a trance, Xie Wange seemed to hear that person's voice.

"Master."

"...Little Eucalyptus."

The corners of his lips lifted slightly, and a tear silently slid down from the corner of his eye and disappeared into his black hair.