no trouble

Obviously it was his fault, it was because he was too timid and cowardly, because he was afraid of losing so he didn't want to bond with others, but why was Shiqidai so brave?

With an all-or-nothing attitude, he was unable to move, and could only passively accept the connection that was established in an instant, and then watched this connection be cut off cleanly, making him understand once again that, to escape, there is no way to protect Be good to those around you.Whether it's the seventeenth generation he doesn't want to face now, Huai Tian who almost died before, Qian Luo who confronted Father Huang's ghost to save him, Huai Jiu and the dean's aunt who have already left him... ...

These people were all people who had been kind to him sincerely, gave him warmth when he was most helpless, and opened their arms to him with soft smiles, but in the end, except for Huaitian and Qianluo, he protected everyone. Can't help it, now we have to catch up with another seventeenth generation.

"Hey!" The orange-pink little monster pushed him hard, "You were rescued by seventeen generations of adults, why don't you just run away and wait for Qinghe Hanako to catch you?"

catch me?

Looking up at the woman walking down the steps step by step in a daze, Yin Wuhuo grinned, he didn't want to run away anymore.

Enough was enough, he had had enough.

Because of his cowardice, he killed someone again, and he never wanted to experience it again!

The white-haired young man stood up staggeringly, a gust of air rose from the bottom, the large robe was blown and rattled, the rubber band that bound his hair broke, and his half-length hair was blown by the wind. Piaoyang happened to block the golden streamer that flashed in the youth's eyes.

The young man raised his head and stared at the floor under the woman who stopped in the middle of the steps suddenly sank, a stream of white light shot out in the blink of an eye, and by the time he saw it, the two people on the steps had already started fighting.

There are no auxiliary tools, and there are no gorgeous moves. All the young people use are the simplest but most effective attacks, one punch and two punches... fast and ruthless, and the strength of the strike is extremely strong, which can be called punch to punch. Flesh moves to the bone!

It has been 300 years since Hanako Qinghe had fought, but she seemed a little powerless in the face of such a powerful attack, so she could only restrain her edge and keep dodging and blocking, with her arms folded on her chest to receive the Yin attack. With Wuhu's punch, severe pain instantly spread from her arm. Before she could check the injury, the next punch followed her like a shadow, and this time it hit her temple.

Danger!

The momentum of this kid's madness is really not to be underestimated.

Leaning back and narrowly avoiding the punch, Qinghe Hanako made a backflip and moved away from Yin Wuhuo's attack range, looking at the white-haired young man in front of him who was ready to strike with a look of satisfaction in his eyes with lingering fear.

As expected of the body she fancy, it is really amazing!

Unlike this woman's body, her arm was broken before she was punched a few times. It seems that she must find a chance to escape first, and this situation is extremely unfavorable to her now.

All the mental activities seem to be very long, but in fact only two seconds passed.

Yin Wuhuo didn't care what the other party was thinking, so he raised his fist and punched. Unfortunately, this time Qinghe Huazi had time to breathe, and now his head, which hadn't had time to turn when he was being beaten blindly, was spinning again at high speed, supporting a pair of bones. The cracked hands were barehanded, and Yin Wuhuo's next punch, turning and twisting his hands, was actually trying to wring Yin Wuhuo's hand off!

Yin Wuhuo was not a vegetarian either, he saw through the opponent's intentions early in the morning, let go of his hands, let go of all his strength, bent his elbows, squatted and pulled his hands back forcefully, at the same time, he swept his legs towards the opponent's lower body. past.

Qinghe Huazi was waiting for this moment, now Yin Wuhuo's whole body's strength is concentrated on her lower body, and she has no restraint at all, the only threat is that sweeping leg, this kind of trick is just a light jump up Can escape.

With a determined smile on her face, the moment she jumped, countless shadow-like things emerged from the bottom of her feet, wrapping her layer upon layer.

Qinghe Huazi floated in mid-air, looking down at Yin Wuhuo with a gloomy face, and said, "Do you really think that the seventeenth generation just died like this?"

"I don't mind telling you a secret even now, a secret about the witches of the Qinghe family." A smile appeared on his face, "Do you know why the witches are not allowed to leave the shrine? Because I cast this curse, theirs Fate is completely in my hands, as long as I want, she has to die."

After saying this, Qinghe Huazi stopped to look at Yin Wuhuo's reaction with great interest, and found that the other party was still expressionless, thought for a while and decided to use another strong medicine.

"Moreover, the witches of all ages are actually the same soul. From the first generation to the seventeenth generation, and the upcoming eighteenth generation, they are all the same soul. After struggling for more than ten generations, her fate is always in my hands ..."

Seeing Yin Wuhuo's face began to change, Qinghe Huazi turned around and said, "I advise you not to act rashly, if you want to get rid of that little girl, please obediently come to my Qinghe's house as a guest tomorrow night, then we will have a good time If you are hungry, drink a cup of tea, if not, I will let this little girl often say that life is better than death!"

If there were no seventeen generations of bad things just now, she would have already had a new body, and it would be light to say that life is better than death.

Qinghe Huazi spread her palm, and a stream of red crystals emerged from her palm. After a while, a crystal clear red flower gradually took shape in her palm. Upon closer inspection, it was exactly the same as the flower on Shiqidai's left shoulder. The flower on Dai's left shoulder is almost fully bloomed, but the flower in Qinghe Huazi's hand is already fully bloomed.

......

In the transparent and bright space, a petite soul is wrapped in a red flower bone.

For 300 years, this soul has been growing in the flower bone, and this flower is also growing by absorbing nutrients from the purity of the soul.

They are one, and no matter how much they circulate, they will always be one.

Finally, the soul sleeping in the flower bud opened its eyes, and at the same time a petal was slightly bent, and then, the whole flower bloomed, and the petals surrounded the girl lying in the middle one by one.

The girl opened her eyes and struggled to stand up. Suddenly, a large amount of memory swept in like a tide. The girl was caught off guard, slipped and fell back.

Two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and the grievances and loneliness she had suffered for 300 years burst out at once. The girl just sat on the flower stamens and cried loudly. I went to wipe my tears, but I was crying out of breath, clutching the corner of the petals tightly with both hands, as if I had to vent all the unhappiness in the past 300 years to be happy.

I do not know when, there is a wind blowing.

A green vine went around and touched the top of her hair cautiously.

The girl hiccupped, stretched out her hand to wipe away the last bit of tears, and said intermittently with a crying voice: "We, back, back... woo baa, let's go back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell into the backyard of Qinghe's house as soon as he reached the red light.

On the bed, the girl who had already lost her breath quietly opened her eyes, and on her left shoulder was a red flower that was about to bloom...