The male god, he is handsome and cracks the sky [Quick time travel]

seventh world 2

Shangguan Xueshang and his party came to a nearby town and bought a carriage for transportation.

The carriage is small, small and strong, with simple vaults and plain curtains. It is not very eye-catching from the outside, but the inside is extraordinarily spacious and comfortable. It is more than enough for four people to sit, and the soft cushions cover the entire seat. , a small and exquisite cabinet was placed aside, and there were several plates of sweet and delicate pastries inside.

Simple and low-key, comfortable but not rich.

Shangguan Xueshang finally sat down in the means of transportation she wanted satisfactorily.

The carriage staggered forward. It was very stable on the relatively gentle official road, with only a slight vibration. The curtain of the carriage was raised by a small corner, and the mild sunlight shone in slightly. Comfortably dim.

However, the atmosphere in the carriage was extremely awkward and strange.

The man of unknown origin was lazily leaning on the back of the soft chair with his arms folded, an old long sword in his arms, a wine gourd hanging leisurely from his waist, and his clothes were washed white and covered with dust. The long black hair looks very out of place here.

He tilted his head slightly, his long black hair hiding his well-defined jawline.

Through the flickering daylight, one could see him quietly closing his eyes, his thick black eyelashes hanging down on his almost transparent white cheeks, leaving two deep shadows.

The faces of the other two men were stern, so gloomy that water dripped out. Shangguan Xueshang buried his head in the pastry, occasionally glanced at Zhou Bai casually, and then quickly lowered his head.

An embarrassing silence spread.

Shangguan Xueshang finally couldn't hold it anymore, she cleared her cough, and then asked Zhou Bai: "That...you really don't remember your name?"

The man lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at her, then closed them again.

A low "um" sounded in the carriage.

He really didn't remember his name, or any of his past, but he clearly knew that he didn't have the slightest sense of belonging to this world, as if...he wasn't from this world.

However, he could feel that when he approached these people, he could obviously find that his strength was growing, and he was... repairing himself.

He uses his own body to talk to them in another face, a personality that feels closer to the body itself but does not belong to him, while his own soul is expressionless inside the body Watching from the sidelines, making precise and cold calculations.

Gee.

He raised the corner of his lips slightly.

He must have been a good actor before.

Shangguan Xueshang approached enthusiastically, and said to him: "Then...how should we address you? We can't always call you 'Hello', can we?"

"casual."

He didn't even raise his eyes this time, his deep voice was still lazy, clear and hoarse, with a slight vibration in his chest.

Shangguan Xueshang thought about it excitedly, and said, "How about calling Dugu! Dugu... Dugu Aorui?" He looked so lonely!And so sharp!The name is so apt!Shangguan Xueshang thought with a look of intoxication.

Zhou Bai: ...

Why does it have to be a double surname?Moreover, I always feel that this name is weird, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable...

He moved his left hand lightly, and his callused fingertips slid gently on the sword hilt beside his hand, on which was engraved a small word: Bai.

There are not many strokes, but the strokes carry an extremely sharp sword intent, with iron hooks and silver hooks, and the murderous aura is majestic, as if something ethereal can come out of the body.

In his incomplete and blank memory, he has a faint but unignorable sense of familiarity with this word.

He interrupted Shangguan Xueshang's thoughts: "Bai."

"What?" Shangguan Xueshang was taken aback by the sudden word, and then immediately realized, "You mean your name is Bai? Or is there the word Bai in your name?"

As soon as her eyes lit up, the big eyes that were already shiny and moist became more focused: "Did you remember something?"

This time Zhou Bai didn't answer, he closed his eyes like an old monk in meditation, as if he didn't hear anything, his long black hair blocked most of his face, only showing the small half of his jaw.

Seeing Zhou Bai's intention of not wanting to answer, Shangguan Xueshang bit her lips resentfully, and sat back on the seat again. She reluctantly looked at the blocked face of the man opposite, and muttered in a low voice: "You are so tall It looks good, why block it?"

Xuanyuan Ao, who was closest to her, froze, his masseter muscles tensed up, he gritted his teeth and gave Zhou Bai a gouging look, but rarely did he refute.

The carriage bumped forward, and the wheels made a slight rumbling sound, which was particularly obvious on the quiet and deserted street.

Xiao Bai followed the carriage from a distance, floating as if no one else was there.

While paying attention to the movement in the carriage, it usually flipped through the information about the plot progress of this plane in its consciousness.

Now, Shangguan Xueshang should have gotten together with her 8 husbands, and her 8 husbands have also negotiated to live in the same mansion together and share all of Shangguan Xueshang's time.

The plot has basically come to an end. The martial arts conference, the conquest of the Demon Cult, the search for the treasure map, etc. are basically over.Even the heroine's most troublesome relationship problem has been settled.

The rest of the key plot is to find the mysterious man who lost his memory, bring him back to the mansion, and succeed in the attack. In the end, the ten people lived happily together and lived a happy life.

This is also the case, so the chance of this plane system intervening is not very great, and the risk factor is relatively small.

Now the hostess should be planning to take Zhou Bai to her mansion.

Thinking of the male god who is about to be attacked by the heroine, Xiaobai couldn't help but sigh, and thinking about the current state of the male god, Xiaobai couldn't help but sigh again.

——Xiaobai feels that the number of sighs he sighs today can catch up with the amount he sighed 10 years ago.

The wheels rolled forward, the falling curtain shook slightly with the vibration of the carriage, and the carriage moved forward smoothly.

After traveling for less than half a day, we arrived outside the city of Kyoto.

The carriage stopped beside a tall and large house outside the city. There are majestic vermilion pillars, two majestic stone lions, and a closed gate with rivets. If it wasn't built outside the city, passers-by would definitely It is believed to be the residence of a certain high-ranking family.

Shangguan Xueshang was the first to jump out of the carriage, her soft white skirt rippling with her movements, her willow eyebrows raised happily, her dark eyes gleaming with water, looking excitedly at her long-lost home.

"Little Xue'er, you're back." A lazy and ruffian voice sounded from above his head, Shangguan Xueshang heard the voice and looked over, only to see a man lying on his side on the tall door beam looking at her, dressed in purple and wearing a jade crown, With black hair like waterfalls and a face as white as jade, a pair of phoenix eyes raised slantingly looked at Shangguan Xueshang.

He jumped up, jumped down lightly and delicately, and landed right in front of Shangguan Xueshang.A pair of slender fingers gently lifted her pointed chin, her handsome face approached, her warm breath hit her beautiful face, a slight blush appeared on Shangguan Xueshang's face, she pursed her lips shyly : "Brother Ouyang, why are you here?"

Ouyang You moved closer, almost intertwined with her breath, and his low voice was hoarse and magnetic: "Because I miss you."

"Duh!" A Hidden Sword flew towards the air, and was deeply nailed to the pillar behind Ouyang. fell down.

He looked up, and saw Leng Luofeng opened the curtain and came out of the carriage, looking at him coldly, with his bent right hand by his side, still maintaining the posture of throwing the Hidden Blade.

Ouyang frowned, and there was evil spirit in his eyes: "You..."

Shangguan Xueshang was inserted between the two of them, he hadn't spoken to try to persuade them to fight, only heard a "squeak", the door opened, and several handsome men with different postures appeared behind the door.

Shangguan Xueshang's eyes lit up, and he greeted them excitedly.Seeing that her attention was no longer on him, Ouyang could only give Leng Luofeng a vicious look, and resentfully withdrew his attacking gesture.

Xuanyuan Ao also jumped out of the carriage following Leng Luofeng, stood beside him, and watched their happy reunion with folded arms.

Shangguan Xueshang ran over bouncingly and gave each of them a big hug.

Until it was the turn of the man standing at the end, Wen Sa.

Even in the hot summer, he was still wearing a heavy snow-white cloak, his brows and eyes were cold and clear, his bloodless facial features were like ice sculptures cast in snow, and his mercury-like jet-black eyes were deep and piercing.

To be honest, Shangguan Xueshang was a little afraid of him, she paused for a moment, then opened her arms and hugged the man lightly, the body with no temperature in her arms seemed to hold an ice sculpture.

Xuanyuan Ao on the side waited for a long time, but he didn't see the other person in the carriage coming down. He couldn't help frowning, turned his head to look inside the carriage, and then knocked on the carriage board impatiently: "Hey! Here we are !"

Hearing the sound, all the men looked up, and the air seemed to freeze instantly.

With their martial arts being one of the best in the Jianghu, no one discovered that there was another person in the carriage!

They can find the same surprise and defensiveness in the eyes of others.

After a while, the curtain moved slightly, and was gently lifted by a white hand. The joints were slender and covered with thin calluses. It was the hand that used to use swords.

A man jumped out of the carriage lightly, his movements were light, and the force of his toes touching the ground was not much heavier than a feather.

A rare master!The same sentence flashed in the minds of everyone present, and the eyes filled with deeper and deeper solemnity.

The man lazily raised his head, revealing a pale face that rarely sees sunlight.

The whole place was silent.

Wen Sa's face like an ice sculpture suddenly changed color, as if the ice that had not melted for thousands of years had cracked, and a pair of mercury-like deep black eyes stared closely at that face: "Is it you?"