[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

The leader of the Tsing Yi Sword Cultivator is a man with sword eyebrows and star eyes, judging from his appearance, he is only 27 or [-] years old.With a straight back and a long sword on his back, he looks upright and majestic.

Beside the lotus pond, he cupped his hands in salute, and Fucai said in a loud voice, "I'm at Shenyuan, the lower sword gate, surrounded by mountains, and there is no other way out. Since your Excellency is seriously injured, arguing is useless, please kill yourself quickly and apologize to the world." .”

In fact, these words were just used by the monks to play the scene, but Shen Xin listened carefully, and the more serious he was, the more frightened he became.In the seven years since Mo Yu left, he had fantasized about the scene when his husband returned countless times, but he never imagined that it would be a reunion like today.

Mister was hunted down to this point? !

Worry, fear, resentment, and a sense of powerlessness all weighed on Shen Xinyue's weak shoulders, causing his breathing to be disordered and his shoulders to tremble.

Mo Yu naturally noticed such an obvious reaction, he put a hand on Shen Xinyue's shoulder, and then softly said, "Don't be afraid."

"The way of cultivating immortals is already a long way to go, besides..."

Mo Yu's peaceful eyes passed through the gap of the small window, and swept across the pool lightly. The green-clothed sword cultivators who had already sacrificed their treasures finally stopped slightly on the red-clothed boy in front of the window. It was mocking, half contemptuously speaking.

"There are always a few short-sighted."

"I'll borrow your fire whip." Mo Yu didn't wait for Shen Xin to react, and took the weapon from his arms.

Shen Xin was more than a mortal child, although she was well nourished by the aura of the valley, she was sealed in the small bamboo house by Mo Yu without even saying a word of worry.

The figure of the man leaving alone is as tall and cruel as before.The difference is that the enemy is there now, but in those days, the journey was far away.

***

Outside the bamboo house, Shen Yuan really did not expect that Mo Yu would fight alone.Compared with the young monks who were filled with righteous indignation, he was a bit prudent. When he saw Mo Yu coming out, he didn't fight directly.

At this time, the sun was in full bloom, and even the pool of water was shining brightly. The path from the bamboo house to the flower pond was not long, but Mo Yu deliberately walked slowly.

Such a slow pace, as if deliberately showing someone.

Shen Yuan frowned slightly, faintly feeling that something was wrong, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that Xuanyi Spiritual Cultivator, who had been hunted down by him for many days, had already jumped into the water and stood firmly on the small solid wooden bridge in the center of the pool up.

"Looking for death." Shen Yuan judged secretly.

From Shen Yuan's point of view, if Mo Yu wanted to hide, he would be able to stay in this valley for a while, but this pool of water is surrounded in all directions. Mo Yu's move is basically entering a prison and seeking his own death .

Then, he heard the man, in a tone that seemed to be contemptuous of the world, paused word by word, and said slowly,

"Today, the deity is guilty and fights with a whip..."

Shen Yuan's eyes followed the long whip in Mo Yu's hand, and fell straight into the silent pool.It wasn't until this moment that Shen Yue realized the abnormality of this place - the huge flower pond turned out to have no waves and no creatures to wait for it!

Mo Yu noticed the change in the expression of the person in front of him, and he added slowly in a cold voice,

"To answer everyone... the feeling of trying to kill the battle."

Shen Yuan was startled and wanted to retreat in a hurry, but the situation changed and the lotus had already bloomed.

Mo Yu's first whip, with the sound of strong wind, accompanied by the brilliance of the Milky Way, slashed straight down through the air!

***

The bloody killing array continued until dusk and evening.

Mo Yu threw the blood-soaked whip into the red pool.Back then when he formed an formation, he lost a pool of scorching colors.Now, at the beginning of the battle, the blossoming lotus flowers are all murderous, and they have all made up for it.

The veins all over Shen Yuan's body were broken, and his body soaked in the water was still bleeding profusely.Even breathing was so difficult that the pain was unbearable. He could only watch helplessly as the man with black hair smashed his long sword inch by inch. He recalled the tragedy of the Shen family half a month ago.

However, the instigator still looked calm and breezy, the pool of corpses was full of blood, and the people in front of him couldn't help frowning or frowning.

Mo Yu threw the last half of the broken sword into the pool of blood, then leaned over slightly, and slowly opened his mouth to teach,

"The forbidden area of ​​Duotian Pavilion is not allowed to be petty and presumptuous."

Shen Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly.

This person is actually a member of Duotian Pavilion!

***

Mo Yu pushed the door open and entered the bamboo house, his brows were gentle, but he couldn't hide his fatigue, only seeing Shen Xinyue with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Is there a body collection?"

The more Shen Xin noticed, Mo Yu said this while looking at Lian Root.

The little boy in red responded happily, alternated legs, and went straight to the outside of the house.

They stayed in the house for too long, and even their bodies became weak. Shen Xinyue leaned on the wall and slowly got up. When he and Mo Yu passed by, his eye feathers trembled slightly, and then he slowly walked out of the house .

The lotus root ran in front of him, and the figure in red slipped into the hazy twilight, like a late blooming lotus soaked in blood.

The Baiyao Valley wrapped in the twilight is shockingly beautiful. The twilight eroded the flower pond in the distant mountains, and it actually made the young man in white in front of the door stop walking and his mind was changing.

He thought of the volumes of medical books that his husband left in the valley, but right now, there is a pool of blood and numerous corpses, but none of the benevolent deeds of the doctors have been seen. There is only a prescription soaked in blood. Turned him into one of the bitter medicines.

But he can't blame, and he can't hate!

Shen Xinyue stood in front of the bamboo house. He faced the twilight and the pool of blood and thought for a long time. Then he looked back and asked with a wry smile.

"Is this the way you are looking for?"

Mo Yu remained silent, but in the twilight, when he came back from the slaughter, his black robe was soaked in blood, and he felt an indescribable sense of loneliness and sternness.

It was only then that Shen Xinyue remembered that Mr. was injured.He saluted hastily, and then went to boil water to decoct the medicine full of guilt.

When the young man left, he looked flustered and embarrassed, as if he had run away.And it wasn't until the figure was completely gone that the corners of Mo Yu's lips were tinged with a cold smile.

If I had to describe it, it should be a harmless smile just like Chu Xia's, Xiao He's only smile.

"Sure enough, murdering and sinking corpses is still too heavy-handed," Mo Yu smiled more contentedly as he looked at Shen Xin's back as he left in a panic.

The rules of survival are still clear and clear, the strong fight each other, and the weak have to cling to the strong to survive.

Shen Xinyue's paradise was no longer there. Driven by fear and uneasiness, he approached the center of the game from the auditorium, but he thought he had found a safer place.

The protagonist's frightened, hesitant face flashed across Mo Yu's mind, "Come and beg me." Xuanyi's Lingxiu murmured, "Please let me take you out of the valley."