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

The wind and snow were chaotic, and the killing intent was like a knife.

The young and tall young man jumped up with a sharp knife in his hand, paused in the air like a big bird, then stretched his sleeves, and slammed towards Chang Xiaoqing, who was in the hut with empty eyes.

Chang Xiaoqing stood motionless on the spot, her silver hair dancing wildly in the gust of wind like a living thing, she only relied on her instinct to block it roughly, her chest was exposed and her door was wide open.

Seeing that the black knife was about to pierce Chang Xiaoqing's bloodless flesh by a centimeter, and dig out that red and warm heart-a dark force suddenly shot from the side, and it was bouncing on the fairy. On the blade of the fairy.

The black knife in Xianxian's hand was deflected, and the dark force was so powerful that it even took him to the side.

The moment he landed on the ground, he suddenly took many steps back again and again, and every time he took a step back, an invisible energy exploded from the place where his toes hit the ground before, leaving behind a "puff puff puff" on the rammed earth. A series of small pits the size of a thumb.

"who?"

Xianxian snarled in a low voice, suddenly raised his hand and swayed in the air a few times, then his body stopped, and his whole body suddenly fell, staggered a few steps in a little embarrassment, and then half-kneeled on the ground, for a long while Can't move.

And ten feet in front of him, there was a circle of off-white worms scattered in a circle. The color of the worms was slightly similar to that of snowflakes. An ordinary person would have to have poor eyesight to pick them out from the snow.This is a handful of heart-breaking bone-eating worms released by Xianxian in the next block. The seemingly inconspicuous little worms are very vicious and greedy. Eat the living people and livestock until only a soft skin remains.Over the years, Xianxian has used this inconspicuous little bug to roam the martial arts world, but he has never missed a single shot. But now, all the little pets he raised with care were blasted off by invisible internal force, and fell to the ground, becoming adults. A small group of insect mud followed by a small group.

Immediately afterwards, Chang Xiaoqing, who had forced the immortals into a panic before, and who looked like a mad dog, shook his body for a while, and finally softened silently, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Tsk—"

His eyes swept across the white-haired man's body, and there was a wicked smile on Xianxian's face. When he stood up, his hands shook slightly, and his sleeves fluttered lightly. The black and shiny black snake came.

Then he sneered, and turned to the direction of the vigorous shot—the body of the terribly dead old man lying on the thin wooden board by the wall before trembled, straightened his back slowly, and sat up.

"You trash surnamed Yao, I'm keeping your life, not for you to do bad things."

An old, rough sound like sandpaper rubbing against each other came out of that skinny and shriveled body. With a face still blue with corpses, the unknown old man turned his head slowly and met Yao Mingxian Fairy Southerners.

"Heh... it turned out to be you?!"

The smile on Yao Xianxian's face became colder, but the two poisonous snakes wrapped around his arms suddenly stood up, and opened their mouths to spit out bright red snake smell.

These two snakes looked ordinary at first glance, but now when they are stimulated, the weirdness becomes obvious—I saw that the black pupils were not the same color, but the left eye was white and the right eye was black, and the top of the head was black. There is a fleshy crown like a cockscomb, which is as bright red as blood when it is lit up. From a distance, it looks like a bloody fleshy peony the size of a bowl blooming on the top of the black snake's head.

The nameless old man tremblingly lifted the patched quilt and climbed off the bed, his face full of dimples looked increasingly old and frightening.

"Of course it's me."

He said, a pair of cloudy eyeballs looked directly at Yao Xianxian's face, a drop of sweat slid down the latter's forehead, and a conspicuous white line of sweat was drawn on the powdered cheek.

The nameless old man raised his eyes to look at Yao Xianxian, and suddenly grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth that did not match the old man's age.

Seeing the old man's extremely weird smile, Yao Xianxian's hand shook unconsciously, and the black knife in his palm fell to the ground, making a muffled sound.

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Lin Mao woke up the next day.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the coffin he was lying on.Thin fir boards and other cheap miscellaneous woods of different species were used to cover Lin Mao's head.A little light leaked out of the thick gap, and the cold wind also squeezed in along the gap, making Lin Maoqing shrank his neck involuntarily.

Am I dying again——

Lin Mao's heart skipped a beat when he realized that he was back in the coffin again, and he woke up completely from the drowsy state after a clever move.Then he realized that there was still a bed of cotton wool under him, and a half-worn quilt covering his body, which was really not the standard for ordinary people to be buried.

Lin Mao frowned, propped up his body tentatively, raised his hands, and easily pushed the light coffin board aside.

After he sat up, he realized that the place he was in looked familiar.

The doors and windows in the thatched hut were all open, the sky was bright, and the white snow reflected the sunlight, which made people's eyes hurt a little.

There was a lame table against the wall of the room, and on the other side was an extremely simple bed—speaking of which, it was not as strong as the coffin board he was lying on now.The bed could be vaguely undulating, as if someone was lying on it, but there were a few worn-out robes piled up messily on the person's body. Lin Mao looked at it twice, and could only see that the beggar didn't even wear it. A small piece of gray hair protruding from the gap of the clothes.

"Anonymous old man?"

Lin Mao couldn't help murmuring, and finally remembered why the scenery here was so familiar - it's just that the last time he came to the unknown old man, the old man's thatched cottage still had a roof, and the furniture had never changed as it is now dilapidated.Fortunately, the weather is good today. Although it is very cold, the sky is blue and there is no snow. Otherwise, even if you lie in the house, your head will be covered with snow, which is no better than lying in the open wilderness go.

"you're awake."

An old voice sounded, but it came from outside the door.

Lin Mao turned his head to look towards the door, and saw the unknown old man walking towards him tremblingly across the threshold.

Lin Mao was taken aback, and after a moment of hesitation, he realized that this person was really the nameless old man who rented his courtyard.It's just that he looks much older than Lin Mao remembered now, his whole face is wrinkled, dry and bloodless, his eyes are cloudy like fish eyes, his back is bent like a bow, and he can't stand up straight anymore , Looking over suddenly like this, he looked as if he had roasted the unknown old man that Lin Mao knew in the charcoal fire again, his skin, flesh and bones were shriveled in a big circle.

When Bisheng was speaking, he was still holding a large black casserole pot in his hand, and he didn't know what was in it. He could only hear a muffled gurgling sound, and hot steam was coming out from the edge of the pot lid, emitting a burst of heat. Bitter medicinal taste.Seeing that the old man was about to die, trembling and holding a casserole, Lin Mao couldn't help but said: "Old man, be careful—"

Before the words were finished, the nameless old man had already placed the casserole on the table safely (I don't know how he kept the lame table from falling over).

Lin Mao was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly realized what he vaguely felt was wrong after waking up—he stretched out his hand to cover his throat again, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.

"I..." The red lips parted slightly, and the young man's extremely beautiful words flowed out from between his lips, "...I can speak now."

Lin Mao opened his mouth cautiously, but the severe pain that had been entrenched in his throat for many days did not appear as he remembered.Realizing this, Lin Mao couldn't care less about his voice that suddenly became soft like a silver bell (Even many years ago, he really had a headache because of that troublesome voice.) Not only that , now that he is sitting in the coffin, he is free from disease and pain all over his body, and he can't find a single inch of discomfort or relaxation.

The old man turned around and looked at Lin Mao, but there was no expression on his ravine-covered face.

"A well-behaved living person, of course he can speak."

he said, sounding vaguely impatient.

Speaking of his appearance, he was a bit impolite, but Lin Mao didn't take it seriously.

After a while, Lin Mao supported the edge of the coffin with both hands, and jumped out of the coffin with great flexibility and ease.When stepping on the ground, Lin Mao stood still for a while unaccustomed, with unpredictable expressions on his face, half surprised and half happy, at a loss.

This kind of lightness permeating from the depths of his body is something that Lin Mao has never experienced for a long time—even before he came back to life, he was lingering and sick for many years, even if he was just lying on the bed Breathing, I feel that the internal organs are like cast lead, falling heavily into his body.

After so many years, Lin Mao has almost forgotten what it feels like to be free from illness and pain.

If Xiaoqing found out, I'm afraid she could breathe a sigh of relief...

Lin Mao thought, and at this moment, Lin Mao's face suddenly turned pale—the moment he recovered from the surprise, the first image that came to mind was naturally his white hair before he fell into a coma. The scene where the ghostly Chang Xiaoqing stabs his chest with a sword.

Qiao Muyun's cry, Chang Xiaoqing's despair, the icy snow, the piercing cold wind, and the dripping blood... Memories emerged like a flood, and Lin Mao suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled his hand away. Collar, looked down towards his chest.

It’s okay not to think about it. When I think about it, the severe pain that almost soaked into my soul when I was injured before seems to still remain in his wound. However, when Lin Mao lowered his head at this time, he was a little surprised to find that the piece on his chest The skin was as white and soft as white suet jade, without the slightest trace of a wound.