My practice narration is weird

The figure of the unknown swordsman floated, standing in the vast lake.

In his sight, several small boats swayed past him, with different figures on them.

But no one seems to have noticed his presence.

The gray-robed swordsman's gaze fell on one of the boats calmly.

Zuo Qiu Liang's face was ashen at this moment, one arm was missing, only a little bit of bright red remained on the sleeves, and his face was pale and bloodless.

He was breathing heavily, his face was flustered, and he still looked frightened.

"Damn it, damn it, she's just in the Sixth Realm, why, why..."

"Damn, why did I change back again..."

On the boat he was on, there was a figure on the bow.

At this moment, the spirit of Luohe turned into a skinny old man, gently swaying the oars, and the boat pushed away the waves.

The gray-robed swordsman glanced at it, then calmly withdrew his gaze.

"The false realm without Taoist heart..."

He shook his head.

The boat disappeared from his sight, and he looked at the other one.

Lu Caiwei was holding two swords at the moment, standing on the bow of the ship, her delicate face was full of seriousness, her skirt was slightly rippling, and the invisible sword intent permeated her whole body.

This is nice to say.

To put it another way, Little Stutter looked like he was going to kill someone at the moment.

Zuoqiu Liang made her angry.

The gray-robed swordsman's eyes fell on her, but Lu Caiwei didn't notice. She kept scanning the surroundings, but there was no second person.

Everyone who boarded the ship was in a different area, just like small Dao realms, subdividing everyone.

There is still the same figure on the bow of the ship. The spirit of Luohe has now turned into a ferryman, sailing the ship to an unknown destination.

The unknown sword cultivator looked at Lu Caiwei for a long time.

He hesitated.

His own lifespan has reached its limit, and taking his body cannot extend his life. At most, he can only survive for a few years under the guise of a broken body.

Luohe is just a newly revived blessed land, and the power contained in it is not enough to restore him to his original state and reach a higher realm.

But not Luohe.

Penglai can!

In the world, only Luohe and Penglai are left.

He will find Penglai in the next few years.

But before that, he had to choose someone.

Li Daitao is stiff.

And this person must become the master of Luohe.

Otherwise, within a few years, his own aura would not be replenished, and even if he found Penglai, it would be of no avail.

But now when he saw Lu Caiwei, he felt hesitant.

Everything he did was just to continue.

He can distinguish between good and evil, but when it comes to life and death, he is a little unable to measure it.

When the death of another being could bring about his own continuation, he hesitated.

"I hope it won't be you in the end."

The gray-robed swordsman shifted his gaze slightly and looked at the third ship.

Then Rao, an old swordsman who had lived for countless years and had seen many romances, also had doubts in his eyes at this moment.

"Um?"

Luo Qinghan had already sat in the cabin at this moment.

Her breath was slightly low for some reason, and even kept fluctuating.

"Huh, uh, uh... tsk."

The woman was huddled in a corner of the cabin, her arms wrapped around her knees, and her breath condensed into a bit of frost around her.

The frost was stained between her eyebrows, bringing a bit of coldness, but it was a calming mind that wanted to work hard.

But her breathing became faster and faster for some unknown reason, and the pupils in her beautiful eyes were slightly distorted, as if she was caught in a struggle with herself.

The spirit of Luohe, who was rowing the boat, didn't say a word at this moment.

Just vaguely, I feel that the oar in my hand is getting heavier and heavier.

heavy.

heavy.

Invisible gravity filled the air around Luo Qinghan, and his whole body fell into gloom, as if the 'space' was going to be distorted.

Luo Qinghan suddenly looked at her right hand.

The exquisite plain brocade sleeve robe was gently lifted up.

The woman's right arm was exposed.

It was covered with circles and circles of teeth marks.

Although the woman's right arm was normal, it was slightly uncoordinated when it fell on Luo Qinghan.

That should be a man's arm.

Because it's a little thicker.

Luo Qinghan's breathing became more and more rapid. Finally, when her whole body was trembling, she finally raised her right arm, then opened her mouth and bit it hard.

She gritted her teeth, and her teeth touched the flesh, leaving circles of teeth marks on it.

The pink, boneless and fragrant tongue was licking the blood that spilled from the bite on the arm.

After a while, Luo Qinghan calmed down and his expression became calm again.

The gray-robed swordsman looked at this scene with a puzzled expression and a slight frown.

He could naturally tell that the other party was struggling in some kind of predicament, which might even affect his state.

But what does this mean?

Is the pain used to relieve mental torture?

That should be the case.

But Luo Qinghan thought so at first.

But until she discovered that the pain in other parts of her body had no effect, all over her body, only the right arm that did not belong to her could give her some comfort.

"Why is this happening..."

There was incomprehension in Luo Qinghan's eyes.

When all the distortions were restored, she naturally knew what had happened before.

Why was my original thought so distorted...

When everything was twisted, she hated Bai Lu, hated Luo Yue, and hated Lu Caiwei.

I hate Lu Caiwei the most.

She hates everyone.

She only likes...

But how come I swore an oath with my Dao heart!

Luo Qinghan had a headache.

There would be a price to pay if one swore an oath with the Dao heart, but it was not a heavy oath like life and death, so he should not struggle so much.

Under normal circumstances, the worst case scenario was just a fall in realm...

Luo Qinghan was prepared for a fall in realm.

Although she felt a little sad, she was not unacceptable.

It was nothing more than a fall in realm. Since she, Luo Qinghan, could reach it once, she would soon be able to return to her original realm.

But the changes in things were beyond her expectations.

She had been following Ye Wuyou before, and even though Bai Lu and Ye Wuyou talked in a low voice, she was at a high level after all, so how could she not hear it?

She wanted to leave alone.

But every time she had this thought, another voice in her heart would twist her steps forcefully and persistently.

An absurd idea appeared in her mind.

She felt that she couldn't leave Ye Wuyou now.

Or, she couldn't let Ye Wuyou out of her sight.

Otherwise, something bad would happen.

But here, with only one person and one boat, she could no longer see Ye Wuyou.

The thoughts in her mind gradually turned into panic, and panic made her unable to settle down, and even lost herself.

That guess finally became a reality.

She could only raise her right arm tremblingly, and gently stroke her cheek with her warm and thick palm.

This action was as if Ye Wuyou was by her side.

"This... What happened to Daoxin?"

The gray-robed swordsman stood on the lake, and the boat quietly moved away from his sight.

His eyes were extremely puzzled at this moment.

"This woman has a good talent, but is she trapped by love now?"

"But the world has changed a long time ago. There are no longer the heavy agreements and punishments of the past. The vows of love are like children's words that can be broken at any time. It is not uncommon for people to be close to each other one moment and separate the next. How can it be so heavy for her?"

"How can there be a demon in the heart of Taoism?"

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The narrator suddenly laughed.

[Someone dared to swear in front of you with the heart of Taoism, hehe...]

[Little furnace, don't promise easily if you can't do it. Such a simple truth, how come these ants in the world don't know it...]

[Next, how to start this pleasant torture, hehe...]

"You are laughing at your mother."

Ye Wuyou looked at the lake without any human figures and felt a little annoyed. Now the narrator was extremely noisy, so he simply punched himself in the head.