After passing through the book, Master must work hard to achieve the ending of be

Xiao Fangchi laughed for a long time, until everyone's hearts went crazy.

Song Xuchuan held on to the door frame, stood up with difficulty, and looked at the group of people: "You beasts, my junior brother has spent his whole life for you, for the entire world of immortality, and you are like this now. If it weren't for my junior brother, you would be able to Have you allowed evil cultivators to live in peace for so many years? It’s so ugly and disgusting to be popular.”

Beads in every word.

The people outside blushed and immediately retorted.

"Bah, we came here to help him clean up his house just because we thought of Pavilion Master Song."

"In the final analysis, it is Pavilion Master Song's fault. The evil cultivators are now about to annex the entire world of immortal cultivation."

"That is, if it weren't for Song Huaiqing, we wouldn't have such a deep hatred against the evil cultivator."

"What a fairy on earth, I think it's just a name for nothing."

"I think Song Huaiqing is nothing more than that. He is usually noble and aloof from the world, but he ended up getting involved with his apprentice."

"Hahaha, what does it feel like to have sex with your apprentice?"

"It's so funny that you deserve to die."

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Song Xuchuan was so angry that he couldn't speak and wanted to rush out. However, his injuries were so severe that it was difficult to even stay standing.

Xiao Fangchi had stopped laughing, his face had returned to calm, and his eyes were deep, as if everything he said had nothing to do with him.

Turn around, adjust your position and continue to face the Eternal Sword.

"Husband and wife bow to each other."

Under the puzzled eyes of the three major sects, he completed the last bow.

Then the Immortal Sword flew up and fell into his hand, Xiao Fangchi gently stroked the sword body.

The voice was extremely gentle.

"Master, I will kill them for you."

The Eternal Sword swayed slightly, emitting a light cyan light.

Xiao Fangchi had a smile on his lips, walked out of the door slowly, and said coldly: "You will all die."

Suddenly, extremely terrifying pressure erupted from his body, and the Immortal Sword also erupted with extremely fierce sword intent.

Then there were screams one after another, blood spilled into the sky, figures fell one after another, and the rain was dyed red...

"Master!"

Suddenly, Xiao Fangchi on the bed let out a loud scream and sat up, sweating profusely and breathing rapidly.

After two seconds, he suddenly stood up and rushed out without even having time to put on his clothes and shoes.

"Senior Brother Xiao, you..."

The handyman disciple who heard the commotion and came to see Xiao Fangchi rushing out of the room was about to ask him what happened.

But when her eyes came into contact with his eyes, she immediately fell silent.

It's so scary, calm and deep, just one glance can make people feel shuddering.

Xiao Fangchi ran wildly all the way, the soles of his feet were scratched by small stones on the road, and his inner clothes were torn by branches, but he didn't care.

There was only one strong and uncontrollable thought in his heart.

Finally, he entered the extremely familiar small courtyard, hurriedly opened the door, and the figure on the bed came into view.

His breathing quickened involuntarily, and he stared at the person on the bed, as if he was afraid he was missing.

"Master..."

Xiao Fangchi murmured, then threw himself into Song Huaiqing's arms and hugged him tightly, as if he was melting into his flesh and blood.

Song Huaiqing also didn't sleep well that night. In his dreams, there were always people calling him Master, crying blood, which made him feel uncomfortable in his heart.

Unable to bear it anymore, he got up and lit a piece of soothing incense, cast a spell on himself to help him sleep, and tossed and turned for a long time before falling into a deep sleep.

Not long after he fell asleep, Song Huaiqing felt like he was being pressed tightly by something, making him almost breathless.