Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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The voice of the dangerous building fell for a long time, but no response was heard.

The little thing that used to be keen to hit him after he practiced suddenly disappeared, making the mountain forest a little more lonely.

A trace of displeasure flashed in Wei Lou's eyes, and his voice was low: "Little bear, stop making trouble and come out."

Xie Zhuo, who was hiding in mid-air, ate another bamboo shoot angrily, you are distracted, and you still don't want to take revenge, what are you doing here, little bear?

Unpromising guy!

Wei Lou's powerful spiritual consciousness swept across every part of the forest, but he didn't find that familiar figure.

The joy of improving his cultivation dissipated at this moment, and he felt uncontrollable panic in his heart.

Where is the bear?

Where did the little guy who had been with him for so many years go?

"Little bear?" His voice was angry and anxious: "Stop making trouble, come out!"

He was going to take revenge, why didn't the little bear come out and leave with him.

If you don't go out, don't go out!

Xie Zhuo yawned, relying on his own cultivation level to be higher than the dangerous building, he lay leisurely in mid-air and prepared to sleep.

In the emerald green mountain forest, a touch of extremely flamboyant red leaped and searched, but he never found a familiar figure.

After three days like this, the dangerous building even had a hallucination.

The little bear who was once dependent on him was his illusion, and the little bear had never appeared by his side.

He sat lonely where Little Bear usually sat, his slender fingertips brushed over the place damaged by Xie Zhuo, his voice was a little hoarse: "Are you unwilling to leave with me, or..." disappeared completely?

He didn't dare to think about the latter possibility, and a self-deprecating smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his lips: "I'll just pretend that you don't want to leave with me."

Why has he always gained and lost all these years.

Wei Lou's eyes sharpened suddenly, and a bloody sword flew out of his sea of ​​consciousness, slashing heavily towards the restriction in midair.

"Xiong, I'm leaving." His voice echoed in the mountains and forests: "I'll come back when my revenge is avenged."

Xie Zhuo rolled his eyelids in mid-air: What horror story are you talking about, don't come back again.

He yawned, wanting to have a good sleep, but in his sleep, he found that his body moved outward unconsciously.

His eyes widened in shock in the clouds, Xie Zhuo felt the breath of the dangerous building hundreds of miles away, and his eye circles almost turned white with anger.

How is this going?He didn't sleep in the mountains, how could he appear here!

Gritting his teeth, he struggled to find information about this from the original owner's sea of ​​knowledge——

In order to protect the successor, the Blood Sword Demon Lord forced the iron-eating beast to sign a slave contract with the successor, and the distance between them should not exceed a hundred miles.

If the descendant eats the iron beast alive, if the descendant eats the iron beast dead, he will die suddenly.

And all of this can only be lifted after the successor's cultivation has completely surpassed that of the iron-eating beast.

Xie Zhuo was dizzy with anger, this blood demon sword master is really a good master!

In order to be a good apprentice, put him on the fire!

"Bastard!" After traveling to this world for several years, the first sentence spit out from the bear's mouth.

A flash of white light flashed, and Xie Zhuo appeared above the clouds in white clothes.

It's just that for some reason, there is a strange blackness in his eyes, as if he hasn't slept well for several days.

Raising his hand to hide the blackness, Xie Zhuo stared viciously at the direction of the dangerous building.

You bastard, you'd better practice hard and surpass me as soon as possible!

In the distance, the dangerous building felt a chill down its spine, and looked around vigilantly.

At this moment, he felt the attack of malice.