[Comprehensive] The Journey of the Protagonist

Murong Jiu had indeed boasted in front of others, saying that if she stepped into the arena, she would be the number one, and of course there would be medicine and alchemy in it.

"You...do you want to kill Xiao Yu'er even if you hurt yourself like this?" Tie Xinlan begged, "Can't you let him go this time? You let him go... okay?"

Murong Jiu didn't bother to answer this question anymore, she didn't look at Tie Xinlan again, turned around and chased in the direction Xiao Yu'er left, and the little fairy also stomped her feet and followed.

"Young master..." Tie Xinlan tightly held Su Xuan's arm holding her, and pleaded, "You...you go and save Xiao Yu'er, go and save him!"

"I know...I know I'm wrong." Tie Xinlan seemed to be in a daze: "I was too stupid, thinking that if I was poisoned by Murong Jiu, I would be able to tie the playboy As long as I can seriously injure Murong Jiu, then no one will be able to chase and kill Xiao Yu'er anymore, I thought too well..."

"But, playboy," Tie Xinlan regained her spirit from nowhere, her hazy eyes still fixed on Su Xuan: "You still want to have a glass of wine with him, you promised him with your own words , you have to kill him yourself, this is what you promised your master, you can't let him die in the hands of Murong Jiu, you have to save him!"

"I'll go." Su Xuan took a deep look at her, stood up, and said softly, "He Lu, serve Miss Tie to take the *pill, then light the fairy incense, and take good care of her before I come back." .”

When Murong Jiu saw Xiao Yu'er again, he was standing still on a path lined with mountain flowers, surrounded by mist and clouds, the sky was getting dark, all Murong Jiu saw was his back turned away, he Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned around and said with a sad face, "You have already forced me to death once, and you still refuse to let me go?"

Murong Jiu's expression was horrified, and she abruptly stopped taking a step forward, and then she heard the ghost in front of her who looked like a little fish complain: "Murong Jiu, Murong Jiu, how much you have caused me! , When I went to hell, the judge asked, not only did I have to tell him that I was a drowned ghost, but also a burnt ghost... Murong Jiu, even the judge sympathized with my experience, and authorized me to come up to take revenge, Murong Jiu, You give me back my life!"

Murong Jiu yelled out in fright, she hugged her head, her whole body curled up into a ball and shivered.

"Jiumei! Jiumei! Murong Jiu, what's wrong with you?" The little fairy who was a step behind finally caught up, seeing Murong Jiu's strange behavior, she asked in confusion.

"Jiang...Jiang Xiaoyu..." Murong Jiu said intermittently.

"Jiang Xiaoyu?" The little fairy asked puzzled, "Where is he?"

Murong Jiu finally raised her head, she looked around in horror, besides the silent forest and the lingering mountain flowers, where is there anyone else in this place besides her and the little fairy?

Murong Jiu finally started to go crazy, she shouted nervously: "What he said is true, he died a long time ago, he is the ghost who came to seek revenge on me..."

"Jiumei, wake up!" The little fairy started to have a headache.

Murong Jiu shook off her arm and ran towards the path: "Come out, come out! Didn't you say you came to seek revenge on me? You..."

"Ah!" With a long scream, Murong Jiu stepped into the air, and fell backwards. With her hands dancing, she fell straight down!

Behind her was a cliff with huge boulders and moss, and the clouds and smoke below the cliff were bleak and cold. Looking at it at a glance, it made people feel dizzy and unfathomable.Murong Jiu was about to fall, the little fairy watched helplessly, but there was nothing she could do.

A very pale white shadow passed by, and the wind it brought brushed against the little fairy's face, she looked up blankly, and saw a familiar figure holding Murong Jiu's hand.

"It's...it's Playboy?" The little fairy asked in surprise, her voice choked up: "He...how could he..."

But he was actually one step too late. Rather than saying that he saved Murong Jiu, it would be better to say that he grabbed her hand at the last moment, and at the very last moment, he failed to cling to the cliff as if it was too dangerous. , lost himself in it.

The white clothes and the green clothes are like butterflies fluttering and falling in the cold mountain wind, light and fast, like a beautiful and sad elegy.

Murong Jiu's eyes were brighter than ever before, she stared at Hua Wuque blankly but intently, with a bewildered look, her eyes were sparkling like never before.

The little fairy who was left alone was at a loss in her heart, all this happened too fast and too unbelievable, the little fairy couldn't believe that all this was happening right in front of her eyes!She softened her hands and feet, collapsed, and the cold wind swept over her face. She felt her face was wet, and when she touched it, she realized that her face was already full of tears.

A ghostly figure quietly appeared next to the little fairy, and a slightly bewildered voice came: "How could this be?"

But these weak emotions are more like a fleeting illusion: "Ha! Ha! As expected of a good disciple taught by Yihua Palace, it is true that he can risk his life for a woman he has never met before. It's something you can do! Hua Wuque! Hua Wuque!"

She roared almost at the top of her lungs, and later the man's voice was full of gnashing of anger and sorrow: "...then my ardent hatred and schemes for so many years have become a piece of air, a joke ? Then have I become the most ridiculous and funny clown in this world?"

"Who are you?" The little fairy asked in shock, but before she could get up on guard, an invisible energy shot out, a pain in the back of her head, and she passed out.

The person who came was wearing an empty white robe, with a hideous bronze mask on her face, her eyes were ghostly, her figure was not tall, but even more aloof. In the cold night, this figure that suddenly appeared felt colder than this cold night. She could be ice, a sword, a ghost, a demon, or a god, but she should never be a living person!

She had her hands behind her back, but her palms trembled slightly behind her back. Her tone was empty and indifferent, as if she was born with a ruthless grace, indifference, and ethereal elegance. She said, "Aren't you coming out yet? Jiang Xiaoyu?"

She no longer concealed her true voice, because she had already forgotten to conceal it during the emotional turmoil just now.

Jiang Xiaoyu rolled his eyes, knowing that he could no longer hide, so he quickly climbed out from the cliff.It turned out that this cliff sloped steeply inward, and before Murong Jiu caught up with him, he had quickly and accurately inspected the terrain here, and after he finished those scary words, he slid down, Like a gecko, holding a sharp knife in one hand and a mountain vine in the other, he perfectly hides under the cliff, causing a strange incident of sudden disappearance.

He had already seen Murong Jiu's mental weakness and disorder, he could point at a guy who said he was a ghost in full view, and he couldn't be sober and calm.

So why not settle this fact yourself?Xiao Yuer thought with a sneer, let you chase me down like a dog!I, Jiang Xiaoyu, did not come here to surf the rivers and lakes to become a dried salted fish and send it back to the wicked people in the Valley of the Wicked to laugh at me for the rest of my life!

Since he hid under this cliff, it is obvious that he should have heard and even seen all the changes that happened here just now, but his current appearance is a little pale due to the cold air of the night. Other than that, there is nothing wrong with it.

It was as if he had never had any friendship with Su Xuan.

That's right, in the eyes of outsiders, the two of them have never met before, so how did they know each other?

Therefore, when he even smiled and greeted the masked man whom he hadn't seen for a long time and said, "Hello!", there was no abruptness, it was very natural.

He was terribly calm and composed.

But the masked man in white didn't even look at him. She looked towards the boundless sky with her hands behind her back, as if thinking about an extremely entangled, uncertain, and even expecting to deny question, she asked: "You said he is really dead?" Is it?"

Xiao Yu'er suddenly realized: "Hey, beauty, you follow behind my brother Wu Que. Could it be that you fell in love with him at first sight, but then you couldn't ask for it, but you couldn't leave him, so you couldn't help following him secretly?"

On a normal day, such flamboyance would definitely make the masked man in white furious, and she might give him a slap as punishment, but at this special moment, it was as if all her emotions froze in an instant, and she was in a trance. She actually felt this kind of feeling was inexplicably familiar, deja vu, just like when Jiang Feng, known as "the most beautiful man in the world", committed suicide in front of her more than ten years ago...

This made her feel desolate, and she said flatly in an extremely indifferent voice that was not like the world: "He is really dead."

Xiao Yu'er's hair stood on end for a moment.

"Since he's dead. Then what use do I need you for?" She turned her head, her eyes were thinner and colder than the lonely moon in the sky.

She raised her hand, and the palm was like the wind, overwhelming the sky and covering the sky. Under this offensive, it seemed that even her breathing was becoming thinner. How could she escape?

Xiao Yu'er smiled wryly in his heart: "This kind of reason for killing me really leaves me speechless."

Before this ultimate move came, Xiao Yu'er gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and took a step back, allowing himself to truly fall off the cliff this time.

In the weightlessness, his constant exclamation echoed among the four mountains: "Ahhh—Brother Wuque, I'm here to find you—"