After winning the male lead [Quick Transmigration]

The knife in Peng Deli's hand loosened, and he turned around in disbelief, "Why didn't they show up?"

Before Chi Qishu could answer, Peng Deli interrupted again: "No, no, I mean, why can't they come out?"

Peng Deli's words were messy and broken, but Chi Qishu easily understood the panic in his words.

The bewitched should lose consciousness and be out of control, but the imperial magic bell rang all the way, especially as they got closer to Waguan Village, the ringing became more intensive. Peng Deli couldn't even stand the ringing, so he simply blocked his ears with cotton .

It can be seen that there are so many enchanted people hiding in the dark.

But now, the bewitched, who should have jumped at anyone, was able to restrain his instincts and know how to hide himself. The consequences represented by this are horrifying just thinking about it.

Peng Deli staggered, and sat beside Chi Qishu, "Qingzhu, why did it become like this..."

The two were resting on the side of the road at this time, took a sip of water, Chi Qishu shook the water bag, and said casually: "As long as they don't harm others, what does it matter to us?"

Obviously, Peng Deli was not persuaded by Chi Qishu, he thought for a moment, then stood up uneasy.

"Can your Royal Demon Bell sense where they are?"

Chi Qishu took off the Yumo Bell and simply threw it to Peng Deli, "Here, if you are curious, go find it yourself."

Looking at the Yumoling ringing constantly, Peng Deli couldn't let go of his responsibility as a mana healer, so he put away the Yumoling, "Okay, I'll go look for it right away!"

The magic bell in his hand kept ringing, Peng Deli was a little nervous, for fear that the movement of the magic bell would attract the bewitched.

But Peng Deli didn't know that the ringing of the Yumoling would not attract the enchanted, but those possessed would have a splitting headache and want to escape after hearing it.

Carefully entering the forest on both sides of the road, Peng Deli probed the way with the Yumo Bell, while holding the knife in his hand, ready to cut out at any time.

When he walked in front of a bush, the sound of Yumoling was like fine raindrops, Peng Deli swallowed, and cold sweat slid down his cheeks.

He put Yu Moling in his arms, stared at the bushes with his eyes, and plunged the knife in his hand into the bushes!

It feels like a knife pierces the flesh!

Pulling out the knife, Peng Deli slashed horizontally, cutting off the upper half of the bush, but when he was about to use the knife again, he saw the truth hidden behind the bush, and all his hairs stood on end.

Behind the small bushes, there were four enchanted people squatting one after another, and the one standing in the middle was bleeding from his left shoulder, but what was frightening was that even though they were hit by the knife, these enchanted people did not stop. at every turn!

Shocked by the strange scene in front of him, Peng Deli stepped back two steps, and swept his gaze to the surrounding bushes.

For a moment, it seemed that there were countless eyes staring at this side.

With this creepy feeling, even with a heart as big as Peng Deli's, his hands and feet felt weak for a while.

Footsteps sounded from behind, Peng Deli swiped like a frightened rabbit, "Who?!"

Chi Qishu leaned against the tree, still holding the water bag in his hand. He glanced at the bushes behind Peng Deli and the enchanted man with a dull expression and empty eyes, and then looked away.

"I'm sure it's over, come back?"

"No, no, we have to get rid of these enchanted people while they can't move!" Peng Deli spoke incoherently, "If they move, more people will be killed."

At this moment, the bewitched man whose eyes were dull and stabbed in the shoulder slowly turned his eyes and looked at Peng Deli strangely.

Chi Qishu put it away casually, and reminded Peng Deli, "Pay attention to what's behind you."

At this moment, Peng Deli's spirit was tense, he turned his head immediately after hearing this, but happened to meet the enchanted man behind him!

What's it like to be stared at by a dead man with empty eyes?

In the past, Peng Deli only cared about killing demons, but he had never seriously looked at the appearance of demons. It was only now that he realized that this kind of staring, as if separated from the world of yin and yang, made people feel cold from the bone marrow.

"He, he he he..."

Chi Qishu stepped forward, walked behind Peng Deli, and patted him on the shoulder.

The vitality of a living person poured into his body, and flowed into his limbs through his shoulders. Peng Deli, who felt as if he had been frozen, slowly regained his senses, but he was still apprehensive in his heart.

"He moved."

Chi Qishu was also looking at the enchanted man who was slashed by Peng Deli, but the enchanted man seemed not to notice Chi Qishu, and still looked at Peng Deli with a pair of empty eyes.

"Yes, this proves that they are not incapable of moving. If they act rashly, maybe we will be surrounded."

From the ringtone of the imperial magic bell, one can guess how dense the number of enchanted people should be, although they cannot see it with naked eyes.

"But... why are they here?"

"Probably," Chi Qishu said, "Someone must have called."

Ming Jin frowned, and touched his left shoulder with his fingers.

"Are you uncomfortable?" She got the lottery she wanted, but for some reason, the girl didn't want to leave him since the first time she saw the eminent monk.

At this time, seeing the eminent monk's face changed slightly, she followed closely.

Ming Jin put down his hand, his frown relaxed, and he smiled compassionately and holyly, "It's nothing."

"If you don't mind, master, I have herbs at home, I can ask my father to take a look for you."

Seeing the pure worry in the girl's eyes, the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't help but rise, "Amitabha, I thank the benefactor, but the poor monk still has things to do, benefactor please do it yourself."

The pain in the shoulder made Ming Jin slowly return to the thoughts that had been immersed in the past, but the girl obviously didn't want to leave easily, she hesitated for a moment, looked up at Ming Jin's face, and looked carefully inch by inch.

"Master, I don't know why, since I saw you, I have been very happy, but I already have someone I like in this life. If there is a destiny, can the master stop being a monk in the next life?"

Ming Jin looked dazed for a moment, as if he saw her from thousands of years ago again.

——Ming Jin, I am sincerely pleased with you, would you marry me after you return from vulgar life?

— Marry me, okay?

it is good.

All the expressions on his face gradually disappeared, and Ming Jin's fingers trembled, wanting to touch the girl's cheek, his eyes were sour, as if something wanted to flow down.

But he just smiled and refused, "Amitabha, please come back."

The gleam in the girl's eyes disappeared, and she finally walked back step by step.

Next to him, the disciple of Tingfenglou quietly abducted his companion with his arm.

When his companion looked over, the disciple silently said with his lips: "Master is really puzzled."

The wind blows the white monk's robe, and in this lonely world, there is only this touch of white, desolate and sad.

Ming Jin raised the corners of his mouth, and something moistened the corners of his eyes.

He loved her for thousands of years, but in the end he could only present her with a wedding dress.