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Xiaokui waved her tentacles to roll one person and one cat to a safe place, and then she rubbed against her owner affectionately, begging for a hug.

"Stop making trouble!" Xian Linyuan slapped his tentacles away in disgust, and came to Xi Yunmeng who was tied into a strange posture.

"Hello, Auntie!" Xian Linyuan greeted with a smile, his dead fish eyes drawn into a happy arc.

"It's really impolite to call a young girl Auntie." Xi Yunmeng smiled hypocritically, the twitching corners of her mouth betrayed the fact that she was not feeling well at the moment, her ankle was ruthlessly pierced by Xiaokui, and her meridians were cut off , After a while, the blood gathered into a small stall.

"If you say that, I don't mind doing something more extreme to you." Saying this, Xiaokui raised her slender tentacles behind him brazenly, swaying like seaweed, impatiently wanting to beat her opponent There are a few holes in the body.

Xi Yunmeng's face was pale, but her mouth was still stubborn: "You are such a monster, you even laid hands on a beautiful woman like me!"

"Hey~" Xian Linyuan stretched out his hand and pinched Xi Yunmeng's chin, showing a typical smile of a bully molesting a decent woman, "Do you mean to let me directly use Soul Search? Did you see that the little princess over there didn't?" , what she is best at is washing people's memories into idiots."

Jia Miao showed a kind smile cooperatively, the bell on her ankle was jingling by the wind, coupled with being in such a weird scene, for a moment, it was like a ghost dying.

In addition, Xi Yunmeng was really guilty of knowing her story.

Xi Yunmeng was terrified, and turned her head away with a guilty conscience, "I'm just an idiot, I don't know much."

"Don't get me wrong, I don't dare to be interested in how much you know." Xian Linyuan suddenly changed his mind, stood up and yawned, "It happens that I still lack sacrifices here, and you are quite suitable."

Compared with a mouth that can speak, he trusts a soul that cannot lie.

"Hero... this is inappropriate." Xi Yunmeng laughed dryly.

"I'll take care of you!" Xian Linyuan was confident, ignored Yunmeng's struggle and threw her directly to the center of the altar, picked up her soft sword and began to think about where it would be more appropriate to attack.

The soft sword is very soft, otherwise it would be difficult not to use it on the waist, and it was used improperly, so there was a slightly joyful scene.

The limp sword was obviously not enough to cause damage, it just left a series of small red marks, and finally cut through a piece of oily skin, telling its last stubbornness.

Xian Linyuan took a closer look, and found that the soft sword hadn't been sharpened at all.

"Pfft~" Jia Miao laughed out of embarrassment, "If you can't do it, I'll do it."

Before that person came, her patience was sufficient.

"It's a big taboo to say no to a man." Xian Linyuan was not angry, but calmly changed his sword.

The sword named Qingyue entered his private treasury after the first battle of the Longevity Sect, and it has been kept in Xiaokui's body. For some reason, Xian Linyuan has a good sense of this sword, and he has the feeling that he can become a peerless swordsman illusion.

Compared with the cold sword body, the hilt of the sword has a more warm feeling, holding it in the hand has the effect of calming the mind.

Of course, this calming effect is not enough for a person like Xian Linyuan who has always had a hole in his head.

Compared to Xi Yunmeng who was terrified, Jia Miao's reaction was a bit bigger, she almost teleported over, stretched out and pinched the blade.

The speed was so fast that Xian Linyuan almost dropped his sword in fright. "what you do?"

"This sword..." Jia Miao's chest heaved violently, as if the severe pain of that year came to him again, she held her chest and slowly exhaled foul air, her green eyes were calm, "This is the sword that once killed Why is my murder weapon here with you?"

Xian Linyuan: "!!!"

Afterwards, he quickly figured out the joints, stretched out his hand and flicked the edge of the sword, "It's very simple, this is the spoils I once collected, I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence."

Jia Miao accepted the answer: "That's really God's will!" After taking a deep breath, she said, "If you don't mind, let me use it!"

As a weapon to end everything, this sword is perfect.

"Although I don't mind, can you put down the murder weapon on my neck first?" He is so familiar with this kind of routine of killing people without agreeing, okay?

"Ah, it's easy..." Jia Miao put down the short sword in her hand with a smile, took over the Qingyue sword and watched it carefully.

The blade of the sword is still as clear as the one she saw thousands of years ago. Although it is a dead thing, it can't help but arouse emotions in people's hearts.

Back then, no matter how many times she pestered him, he always avoided even letting her touch the scabbard.

'This is a relic left by a very important person, I can't let Jia Miao play with you! '

'I'll just look, just look...'

'No, I plan to return it to him one day in the future! '

'Eh. ’ The young princess was a little surprised, and then her little face wrinkled, ‘But isn’t this a relic, how do I return it? '

The young man who consciously said something wrong looked away, "Stop talking about this, didn't you say you want to fly a kite in the Central Plains, I've already done it." '

'Longevity is the best. At the end of the fuzzy memory, the young man smiled and avoided the princess' embrace!

Jia Miao never thought that after a thousand years, this sword would come into her hands in such a ridiculous way.

The feeling of holding it was actually not as good as expected. The brown-haired princess lowered her head, "In return for borrowing the sword, I will help you solve this woman."

Raising the long sword, Xi Yunmeng closed her eyes with a pale face, ready to meet the arrival of death.

Now she only hoped that her idiot son would never come to this place. Both of them had a bit of a foul in their fighting power, and it was definitely not as simple as they imagined at first.

It's better to hide it and wait for the next opportunity.

"Don't show such an ugly expression, it doesn't look like you at all, Mom!" Someone whispered in the ear, the fear of death has not yet dissipated, Xi Yunmeng only felt his body fall into a warm embrace , Dispelling all anxiety.

The fish on the chopping board escaped unexpectedly, causing the person holding the knife to be stunned for a moment, and soon, she smiled again, with an extremely gentle smile: "Long time no see, Changsheng, I don't know if you are in a thousand years." still remember me."

"I, but I miss you day and night!" The last syllable was uttered, and the stunning face was replaced by a ferocious face, and he slashed across with the Qingyue sword.

This longing has been clamoring in her heart, making her whole heart bloody.

Zuo Baichi jumped a few times with Xi Yunmeng in his arms, dodging the oncoming attack.

Xiaokui stretched out her tentacles, and quickly attacked the two of them.

Jia Miao held the long sword in his hand, and with a sword energy in his backhand, he said coldly, "This is my battle, don't interfere."

Xian Linyuan shrugged his shoulders and looked at Zuo Baichi who had swept away the image of the innocent big boy in the past. How should I put it, the answer was unexpected but reasonable...

It's really a deep enough disguise, and it almost fooled even him.

"Xiaokui is back." He beckoned softly, while Yao Wen timidly stood behind him, observing the sudden battle.

"Your swordsmanship has improved a lot compared to the past." Zuo Baichi sighed sincerely. What he held in his hand was the long sword with a vague hilt. If nothing happened, it should have been a gift he received. He happened to pick it up after defeating Jiang Deming and the others.

With a twist of fate, the two swords collided and screamed.

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Thank you for the 66 nutrient solution of the little angel of "He Qi Light Same Dust", Chirp...

Recently, all the feelings of codewords are, who am I, where am I, what am I writing——the nest of gradual dementia (?Д?)ノ

I think there is a good chance that the author is hopeless, why not wrap it in bread crumbs and fry it_(:з」∠)_