Picking up soap in a harmonious world

The warm and sticky liquid kept rolling down from my hair, cheeks and even my eyes. At that moment, my entire field of vision was filled with red, as if I was completely blindfolded by a piece of red cloth, and there was a strong stench coming from my nose. It gave the illusion of being soaked in blood, which was extremely disgusting.

Perhaps it was stimulated by this bloody smell, but I, who was still unable to move for a second, seemed to have regained my strength at this time, turned over without struggling, and lay down on the side to vomit.

I wiped away the blood stains on my face with my cuff, and looked to the side.

Not far from where I was lying before, there was a corpse with its head and body separated. The white clothes on the corpse had already been stained red in large areas, but the head was not covered with much blood. He still kept the surprised and terrified expression he had just before his death.

I only glanced away before looking away lest another pang of gag would form in my chest.

A slight noise came unexpectedly, and gradually approached, forcing me to bow my head in a quail shape and had to face the status quo.

But what leaped into view was a pair of bare feet with distinct joints, blue blood vessels were faintly visible under the too pale skin, and when looking up, they were thin but graceful calves.

If you look up, you will see the white thighs, and then up... is... Han Cho's extremely plain face.

I suddenly widened my eyes. This cliff was not shocked by the courage of the opponent's naked body, let alone the appearance and volume of the opponent's Optimus Prime, but the white ball that the opponent held tightly in his hand while looking down at me. of light.

If there is no accident, it must be that Liao Zihan's Yuanshen has not escaped.

"Let me go! If you dare to destroy my primordial spirit, the suzerain will not let you go." Sure enough, a frantic male voice came from the white halo very soon. This voice threatened me not long ago. Come on, no matter how forgetful I am, I can't forget it in just a moment.

For some reason, Liao Zihan's voice made me less uncomfortable, and the impact of the bloody place on me also lessened accordingly.

I gritted my teeth and stood up slowly, the pain from the ice pick pierced into my chest was still torturing my nerves, but the most urgent thing in front of me was not healing.

I took out a Qiankun bag from my cuff, stretched it out in front of Han Cho, pointed to the ball of light in his hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Han, can you do me a favor, put it in first, don't mess it up died."

"Liao Zijun, don't you want to live? How dare you put me in the Qiankun bag!" Before Han Zhao could respond, the halo had already shouted angrily.

But Han Cho just turned his head slightly to look at me, his eyes were puzzled and ignorant.

Tears, why did I forget that he lost his mind?Is this guy's intelligence five years old?

"Han Cho?" I called him softly.

It was still the ignorant and innocent face that responded to me, which almost exhausted my patience.

Well, since this is the case, I will deal with him as a child of his age.

I immediately raised an exaggerated smile, and called out to the other party in a greasy voice: "Xiao Choucho, my brother has something to ask for Xiao Choucho's help, would Xiao Choucho be willing?"

Under the call of my love, little friend Han Cho finally reacted. I saw a faint smile on his pale face. Although he didn't say a word, he looked at me like a baby.

Before I took a breath of relief, the other party suddenly frowned and smiled brightly, the ball of white light tightly held in his hand made a sudden "poof", and under my dumbfounded witness, it turned into dots of stars , disappeared in a blink of an eye.

This guy...actually crushed Liao Zihan's primordial spirit with such a cheerful face! ! !

The expression is so innocent and festive, just like the brat from the next door who gives directions wrong every time, and still looks satisfied when it's over.

The most messy thing is that after crushing Liao Zihan's primordial spirit, this guy threw himself into my arms like a deer, and hit the ice pick that was inserted into the chest a little deeper.

It wasn't until this moment that I deeply realized the true meaning of pain...death to live.

After treating the wound briefly, I rested on the spot for a few days.During this period, Han Cho never spoke a word, nor did he do any unexpected behavior, but just squatted aside obediently, wherever I went, his eyes followed, which was annoying.

As for Liao Zihan's matter... the matter has come to this point, no matter how regretful it is, it will not help. What's more, my impression of Liao Zihan is only disgusting and not good. Having killed someone, it's just a hurdle in my heart that I can't get over, not because of compassion.

Compared with the entanglement brought about by "to kill or not to kill", what troubles me more is the impact of killing.

Although in this world, killing people to steal treasures, moral depravity and so on can be seen everywhere, dying is as normal as thirsty for water and hungry for food.But after all, Liao Zihan is an elite disciple cultivated by the sect, and he can be called a genius who is rare in a hundred years. Seeing that he has a smooth journey and countless rare magic weapons in his hands, it is not difficult to predict that he wants to kill him under the tutelage of Lu Qing, the head of the sect. How dire the consequences are for him.

In Wanfazong, a mere core disciple is lost, and there are other Jindan elders who support revenge, not to mention Liao Zihan, who represents the face of the entire sect. If it is known that Han Cho is a murderer, I guess it would be the lightest thing to be wiped out. It's over.

Naturally, as an accomplice, I couldn't escape.

Han Choi, who gained a lot of limelight by winning against Liao Zihan in the Zongmen competition, had attracted great attention from the sect long before the secret realm was opened. Once Liao Zihan's Yuanshen Lamp was extinguished, Han Choi would be the first to be arrested Interrogation, and I can't escape the responsibility. If this guy didn't lose his memory, he could still discuss a series of confessions with him. Now he is acting stupid. If Zongmen is impatient, it will be a disaster to perform another soul search.

While thinking about the problem with a long sigh, I picked up nebula rope, dragon thorn whip and other items and put them into the Qiankun bag, and finally glanced at the little friend Han Zhao who was squatting beside me like a mushroom doing nothing, seeing me look over , he immediately returned a bright smile, and I was immediately out of breath.

This bright smile was quite rare in this guy's facial paralysis period, but now facing this innocent and ignorant face, I can't wait to punch it.

If it wasn't for him, how would I—

... Well, if it wasn't for him I'd be dead.

But this is definitely not an excuse to pass on responsibility!

Damn, do I have to be his full-time nanny in this life? !

The more I thought about it, the more irritable I ignored the flattering smile of the other party. After packing up my things, I walked straight into the tunnel. Even if I was afraid of the coffin, I had to take it away.

After Han Chiu took a quick look at me, he followed me quickly.

That strange coffin was still lying quietly in the center of the secret room. I had no intention of watching it carefully after going in and out of it three times. I just approached it and used my magic power to put it in the Qiankun bag.

Unexpectedly, the coffin was put in, but a scroll fell out.

Hey, I clearly remember that the coffin was empty, without even a single hair. Where did this thing come from?

Just when he was wondering, his mind suddenly remembered the scene of Japan Hanchou lying on the coffin, covered in frost and mist. It seems... At that time, his tattered clothes disappeared, I used to It was once guessed that it was melted by the coffin, but why didn't this thing disappear with the clothes?

Could it be that this is what Liao Zihan has been forcing Han Tiao to hand over?

What's so special about it?

I picked up the scroll curiously, and observed it carefully for a while, only to find that the scroll was made of paper-like material, thin, yellowish in color, and tied with a red rope in the middle. , The middle of the curly body is actually written with three characters in beautiful hairpin lowercase letters.

"Immortal in the painting?" I read it suspiciously. Generally, the ancients would not write titles or names on the back of the scroll when they wrote poems and paintings. They just put a name stamp on the front. This scroll is too strange , was about to turn around and ask Han Zhao, but remembered that he had lost his mind.

Frowning, I tried to pull the drawstring knot, but found it couldn't be undone at all.

Forget it, let's throw this thing in first. The most urgent thing now is to pack up the items that should be taken, and then destroy Liao Zihan's body and wipe out the traces.

After packing everything up, I took out a piece of clothing from the Qiankun bag and threw it at Hanchou.

After he caught it nimbly, he still stood still, and even tried to win my sympathy with his innocent and pitiful eyes.

I have a fucking big head, don't tell me this guy is absolutely dead, he can't even wear clothes? !

In the end... it was really true, I embraced the other party with tears streaming down my face, and helped someone else get dressed for the first time in my life.

Counting the days, the trip to the secret realm will soon be over. After Han Choi and I walked out of the inheritance palace, we met the same family. The two groups who recovered from serious illness formed a sharp contrast.

At the moment when the secret realm is about to end, those who can save their lives have more or less benefited, and there is no tense atmosphere in the beginning when getting along with each other. Apart from the relationship with the same family, I also ask them Elaborately explained the tragic situation of Han Choi's children's shoes, and covered the lies that he had killed countless brain cells in the past few days, not only clearing up the place where Liao Zihan and Han Choo met for the last time, but also avoiding the situation that I don't know. Next, witnesses who saw the two fighting.

After learning about our tragic situation, the merciful colleagues all expressed their sadness. Although I know that they are all secretly gloating, on the surface everyone still expresses deep sympathy for us.

Finally, we lit a festive bonfire at the exit of the secret realm. After singing and dancing all night, we officially greeted the arrival of the moment when the secret realm ends tomorrow.