After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn

Huai Bo said: "Yes, it's just a dead thing. Peiyu..."

Peiyu raised her head, her eyes were soft, as if she was pretending to be turning around a thousand times.

Her white clothes are like snow, spotless, and she can glow in the dark night, as if she is wearing a starlight.

Huai Bai squinted his eyes, feeling a little unreal.

Such a person, the apprentice who she watched growing up with her own eyes, stood in front of her eyes, but made her feel far away.

So she stretched out her hand and held Peiyu, her palm was cold, and there was still a lingering ghostly aura.

Peiyu silently stepped into the warm fire aura, dispelling the coldness from Huai Bai's body.

Huai Bo closed his eyes, as if immersed in the warmth.

As if the sun was shining and the spring breeze was blowing, the surroundings were no longer surrounded by a sea of ​​crimson fog and ice, but turned into rustling spring flowers on Shouxian Peak.

She thought of the past, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Back then, when she was going to attend the Flower Folding Fair in Xiancheng, passing by Yan Village, she saw the blood mist soaring into the sky, she lost control, left Zhao Jianyi behind, and rushed into the mist alone.

The familiar atmosphere in the blood mist and the hatred of the world are so strong that they cannot be ignored. People can't help but wonder how much despair a person has to go through to hate the world so much.

Then she saw Peiyu, a little child, standing in the blood mist, her eyes were dark, filled with hatred and coldness.

Just like many years ago, she saw Mingluan——

When the man laughed, it seemed that he was crying. Standing in the sun, the sun also froze into ice.

She rushed into the blood mist just to meet Mingluan again, but unexpectedly met Peiyu.

"Do you know why I'm here again?"

Peiyu asked, "My disciple is dull."

Huai Bai opened his eyes, and the sadness in his eyes was fleeting. "The blood mist is related to the master's resentment towards the world, so..." Her voice was low and hoarse, "I can feel that it is similar to the blood mist in Jiangcheng back then. is different."

Peiyu froze, and suddenly opened her eyes wide.

She looked at Huai Bai, and really wanted to ask, is the blood mist in the secret realm and Yan Village the same as that in Jiangcheng in the eyes of Master?

But she didn't dare to ask, and Huaibo didn't want to say.

Huai Bo sighed: "I still remember that you asked me if I would accept you as a disciple if you fell into a demon. What did I say then?"

Peiyu said in a low voice: "Master said, there is no difference between demons and immortals."

Waiper asked, "Are you right in what I said?"

Peiyu lowered her head, "Master's words are naturally correct."

Wyper: "I want you to tell the truth."

Peiyu didn't dare to look at her, "Devil energy is born of all kinds of darkness in the world. After becoming a demon, sometimes you can't control yourself and become a walking corpse who only knows how to kill."

"So you said, that person lost control back then?"

Peiyu raised her head abruptly, her eyes were red, and she said in surprise, "Master?!"

Huai Bai smiled, and let go of her hand, "I was wrong. If you were just Peiyu, you probably wouldn't know about that matter."

There are no stars and no moon in the sky, and the only light comes from the two of them.Huaibai walked calmly in the fog on the swaying waves, and when he encountered ghosts who fell into the water, he bent down and pulled them up one by one.

If you are just Peiyu...

Peiyu's heart was full of turmoil, what did the master mean by this remark, did she already guess her identity?

She carefully speculated and pondered every word of Huai Bo, fearing that she would know, and also fearing that she would not know, she felt uneasy, like walking on a cliff, afraid of stepping in the air, and her body would be smashed to pieces, forever.

"What are you most afraid of in your life?"

Peiyu stared at her blankly, "I'm afraid of losing my master."

Huai Bai watched the water ghost drift away, with his hands behind his back, the sea breeze was rustling, and his blue clothes were fluttering, "I have lost the most important thing in my life. I thought I couldn't bear another loss in my life. I didn't realize it until now. What I fear most is not losing, but waking up."

"Master?"

Huai Bai walked around the sea, pulled up all the drowned souls, and said, "Let's go to the island."

Peiyu followed behind, looking at her back without saying a word, not knowing what to say.

Huai Bai moved his fingers, leading to an empty space, and suddenly realized that Peiyu was not walking beside her, but walking one step behind.

There is more than respect, but not enough intimacy, just like a good apprentice when we first met.

She put her hands in her sleeves, looked up at the dark night sky, and felt a little empty in her heart.

It's like thousands of days and nights before, sitting alone on the Yanhui Cliff, drinking with the bright moon, and listening to the empty wind.

The singing and dancing in the high-rise building did not stop, Zhao Jian stretched his elbows, listened to the play, then turned his head to watch Mingying and Yingqiu discuss business seriously.

When talking about business, Mingying withdrew her sharp edge, always smiling, but there was an undercurrent in her words.

As soon as Zhao Jian didn't understand what they were talking about, she took out a piece of purple sandalwood and carved it according to her eyebrows and eyes. Her slender fingers moved nimbly, and sawdust flew like snow.

Mingying closed her fan and said with a smile, "Then it's settled!"

Yingqiu didn't want to disturb Huai Bai with the sudden increase in the number of ghosts on the island, so she also smiled and said, "Okay."

At this time, Zhao Jianyi's little wooden figure was also carved, and the fat baby was smiling, holding a big ingot in his hand.

The purple sandalwood glowed softly under the lamp, Mingying leaned over and asked curiously, "What are you carving?"

Zhao Jian flicked off the sawdust and said with a smile, "Do you look like me?"

Mingying's complexion changed, with a murderous look, she asked back, "Like me?"

Zhao Jian frowned, "Junior Sister was so cute when she was young." She was soft and chubby, like a delicious big dumpling.Of course, he didn't dare to say the latter sentence.

Mingying raised her eyebrows, and then squeezed his leg hard.

"Hiss... Take it easy!"

Yingqiu asked, "Is your benefactor unwell?"

Zhao Jian nodded with difficulty, with tears in his eyes—it hurts.

"Then I will ask someone to heal you, please go to the guest room to rest first."

Zhao Jian shook his head, "No need, I think it will be better if I change my position."

Yingqiu thought to herself, what is wrong with this?

The owner of the ghost building hurried in and said a few words in Yingqiu's ear. After hearing this, her expression changed drastically, and she glanced at Zhao Jianyi and the two with complicated eyes.

"Island owner, if there is nothing else, we will leave now."

Now that the deal has been signed, Mingying has no intention of staying here any longer.

Yingqiu smiled calmly, "There is no hurry, there is one last play I would like to invite both of you to watch."

Mingying asked, "What play?"

Yingqiu stood up and walked to the door, "The two of you have to watch this play in person, please come with me."

Zhao Jian stood up with a smile and said, "Okay, what show do you want to see in person?"

Mingying grabbed his sleeve, pulled him down, and looked at Yingqiu, "I don't know the island owner, what play do we want us to watch in person?"

The lights were dim, and the four eyes were facing each other. The murderous aura seemed to be condensed into substance, ready to explode at the touch of a button.

Mingying put his hand on the flying feather bow behind him.

The lights trembled, and the ghostly aura swept over.

Mingying kicked the stool, kicked Zhao Jian behind him, shot an arrow sideways, and the fire snake jumped out, and the hundred-foot-high building was about to be turned into ruins.

One hand gently grasped the feather arrow, the bare hand was clean, the long sleeves were turned over, and the ghostly aura poured into the sleeves.

The murderous intent disappeared in an instant, and Huai Bai walked in with a smile, "Oh, what are you doing fighting? Isn't it just for you to play the real and fake Monkey King."

Mingying's eyes were bright, and she rushed over: "Master!"

Huai Bo patted her on the back, "Okay, okay, you're not scared."

"Yes!" Mingying complained loudly with tears in her eyes, "They scare me! They only caught me to scare me!"

Huai Bo sighed, "This is too much, my apprentice is so weak and pitiful, you are so scared to kill him, is he still a person?"

Yingqiu said blankly: "We are not human... Immortal Elder, do you know each other? Isn't it just pretending?"

Xia Ziyan came slowly, and bowed to Huaibai, "Immortal Elder."

Huai Bo helped her up with a smile, "You're welcome."

Xia Ziyan raised her eyes and saw the girl behind Huai Bai, her face was pale, she couldn't help stepping back, and said in a low voice: "Master..."

Her voice was not loud, but they were all monks, and they had excellent hearing. Mingying asked, "Master? Isn't it a benefactor? Why did you become your master again?"

Xia Ziyan thought clearly, and immediately changed her words: "I called the wrong one."

Huai Bai looked back, but Pei Yu just lowered her head, unable to see her expression clearly.