After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

Is a good-looking person.

The white-haired man looked at Lin Mao and thought to himself.

The young man on the snow field had dazzling eyebrows and eyes, almost breathtaking, but his complexion was as pale as paper. A lock of crow-black long hair fell messily on the side of his face, and the slightly curly hair fell on the side of the man's lips. The boy's peach-like lips opened and closed slightly, but he never made a sound. A drop of splashed blood was falling on the boy's bloodless cheek, and slowly flowing down the slightly red corners of his eyes, as if someone was snowing on rice paper. There is a thin line drawn with cinnabar on the top, which reveals a touch of charm.The hard-to-find white fox fur was unraveled to reveal the stone-blue satin robe underneath, and a suet white jade-like neck was exposed at the neckline, and the young man seemed unaware of the danger at this moment, just looking up at it like that. The white-haired man had a look of half panic and half worry in his extremely clear eyes.

That look was almost familiar - and it was really because of this that the white-haired man was stunned for a moment.

At the same time, Qiao Muyun was using all his strength to attack the man with a sword. The large and skillful sword in his hand was windy, and the black light suddenly stirred up the snowflakes on the ground, forming a snow wall.

However, the white-haired man remained motionless, his eyes still fixed on Lin Mao's face, but when Qiao Muyun sent the tip of the sword to his side a distance of one foot away, he swung his sword horizontally and struck Daqiao's blade .

"Keng--"

Hearing a crisp sound in the snowflakes, Qiao Muyun spit out a mouthful of black blood, and stepped back about ten steps flatly before coming to a stop.

Qiao Muyun plunged the sword straight down into the snow, holding the hilt tightly with one hand, and pressed the other hand to his chest, his face was like a golden paper, crumbling.

"Master Qiao, be careful!"

Yu Wuxin had already skillfully hid under the carriage that Qiao Muyun was riding in. She just regarded herself as a stone made of meat and watched Qiao Muyun fight with that man without saying a word, but at this moment she couldn't help being embarrassed Climbing out of the ground, he hurriedly called out - Qiao Muyun was originally ill due to the outbreak of poison, but now that Yu Wuxin watched his move against that person, he knew the situation in his heart Some are not good.

Before she finished speaking, Qiao Muyun couldn't hold back the pain in her chest. After spitting out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", she half-kneeled straight on the ground while propping up her sword.

He looked straight in Lin Mao's direction, and squeezed out a sentence: "Mu... Young Master..."

Seeing the figure shake a little.

It's a pity that Lin Mao didn't notice Qiao Muyun's tragic situation - at this moment, his heart was full of the white-haired man in front of him, and he really didn't care about other people.

【You just became like this...】

Lin Mao really wanted to tell that person, but no sound came out of his hoarse throat.

This skinny man with white hair looked like a wild ghost in the mountains to Qiao's guards, but Lin Mao would never mistake him for the child he brought up.

That's right, this tall man with a crazy look was none other than Chang Xiaoqing, the little apprentice Lin Mao was most worried about.

When Lin Mao was dying, he was very worried that Chang Xiaoqing would do something stupid after his death, and now it seems that his worry has come true.Just looking at Chang Xiaoqing's out-of-shape appearance and that dazzling white hair, Lin Mao almost couldn't breathe.

How did it become like this?

Why don't you know how to cherish yourself?

……

Lin Mao's distress and worry fell into Chang Xiaoqing's eyes, and he couldn't help being in a trance again.

Such a gaze was actually so similar to his master's.

He couldn't help thinking.

Speaking of which, it was also because he heard this man's hoarse moan before, he subconsciously couldn't help withdrawing his sword—only the voice sounded faintly like the uncontrollable painful moan of the master when he was seriously ill. .

At that moment, Chang Xiaoqing felt that she was being haunted, looking at the blurred figure rushing towards him in the wind and snow, she seemed to feel that Master had come back to life.

His withered heart suddenly overflowed with ecstasy, and even his body couldn't help trembling slightly.

It's just that such an absurd idea is destined to be just an illusion.However, Chang Xiaoqing finally saw the boy's face.

She is indeed a rare beauty...

Just seeing such a face, Chang Xiaoqing's heart that was finally beating again seemed to be immersed in ice water little by little, and the menacing ecstasy came to an abrupt end, leaving only the ecstasy after waking up from the big dream. The vast sorrow and sadness.

Maybe it's really crazy.

Chang Xiaoqing heard a voice whispering in her heart, otherwise why would she see the shadow of Master in such a delicate young man?

Yes, the master was also extremely thin before he was alive, but his master only had horrible scars all over his face, he would not have the white jade cheeks of this young man, he would not have the long hair like crow feathers, and he would not have this young man. Celestial grace.

The master he thought he could be with for a lifetime had long since died.

After he died, Qiao's family dug his grave and stole his body, so he couldn't even get the last bit of peace! !

Thinking of this, the blood in Chang Xiaoqing's whole body was almost boiling, his flesh was full of rage, his teeth were clenched, and he held a sword in one hand, and when he looked at Lin Mao again, his eyes had already turned cold.

No, this is not Master...

Chang Xiaoqing's eyes were bloodshot, and he raised his long sword, just wanting to cut Qiao Muyun's restraint under the sword as he had thought before, but when he really wanted to do it, he found that his body was not in control.

Chang Xiaoqing couldn't send the broken sword into the boy's body no matter what.

The wound where the sword was forcibly retracted earlier burst open, dripping blood soaked Chang Xiaoqing's cuff, and fell on the snow in front of Lin Mao.

Lin Mao looked at Chang Xiaoqing raising his sword at him in shock, and then he came back to his senses, remembering that his appearance has changed now, maybe Chang Xiaoqing didn't recognize him.

A sense of bitterness suddenly hit his heart, Lin Mao tried to explain with a hoarse throat, but in the end he still groaned a few times.He wanted to write on the snow, but Chang Xiaoqing's sword was slowly falling towards him. The strong sword energy suppressed Lin Mao so that he could only crawl on the ground, with his face pressed against the cold snow, without any internal strength. His body couldn't move at all.

It's just that Chang Xiaoqing's sword is in a weird way, the sword energy is wild, but the sword's momentum is extremely slow, the tip of the sword that is in front of Lin Mao's throat is shaking, and it looks like there is no threat.

However, Lin Mao knew Chang Xiaoqing's skill very well, although he felt a little strange in his heart, he never doubted the possibility of the sword taking his life.

Could it be that he was slowly torturing himself to death?Lin Mao couldn't help but think like this—thinking of finally meeting Chang Xiaoqing after being resurrected from the dead, but ended up being pointed at with a sword by his beloved little apprentice, Lin Mao bit his lips tightly, Then he felt a slight pain in his throat, but it was Chang Xiaoqing's sword energy that was so fierce that it pierced his flesh.

Feeling the cool, fishy and sweet liquid overflowing from the wound, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Lin Mao's forehead, his eyes felt hot unconsciously, his brows frowned slightly, and his shoulders trembled slightly, but he was trying hard to break free from Chang Xiaoqing's body. suppress.

Chang Xiaoqing stared at Lin Mao on the ground with changing expressions, holding the sword still, his face was ferocious for a while, and he was in a trance for a while, obviously crazier than before.