After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn

It was dark, and water dripped from the rock, ticking, ticking.

Huaibo sat cross-legged, his Tsing Yi fluttering, his body fainted with a faint golden light. Her eyebrows became more frowning, her chest pained sharply, her spiritual energy dissipated like a cloud of smoke, and a fishy smell filled her throat.

It failed again.

She opened her eyes, and there was a faint golden light flowing in her pupils.

In the dark cave, a pair of blood-red eyes appeared. Huaibo managed to prop up his body and looked forward. Sitting on the ground, Mingluan was wiping a sharp knife. The blade was as white as jade, with blood entangled in it, and it was beautiful and unparalleled.

Mingluan seemed to feel her gaze, turned her head and smiled slightly, her **** eyes were gentle and moving.

Huaibo clenched his hands, blood gushing out, staining the ground red. The pain kept her awake, but it couldn't make the hallucinations go away.

Mingluan walked slowly with the knife, his black robe swayed, and the silver frost on the sideburns shimmered. Huaibo raised his head and saw the white light of the knife, and the red thread on the knife was entangled, as if blood was flowing.

This is a very beautiful knife, slender and beautiful, like a pavilion beauty.

It is Wushuang.

Huaibo's body trembled slightly. Why Wushuang? Why does Mingluan hold Wushuang in his hand?

Even if Mingluan is her demon, but... why is Wushuang?

Huaibo didn't want to think about it, a faint green light flashed between his fingers, just trying to cut off the phantom.

But when he saw Mingluan tilted his head, his look was innocent, his eyes looked admiring, and he called, "Master."

With this sound like a spring thunder, Huaibo's brain slammed, his hands hanging in the air, but he couldn't cast the spell cruelly.

The scars on Mingluan's body faded, revealing a beautiful face, the blood on the skirt gradually dripped, and the white hair on the temples replaced with blue silk. She looked at Huaibo with the familiar trust and dependence in her eyes, her phoenix eyes moist and affectionate, like a stream in the snow, a deer in a mountain stream.

Master.

Master, Master.

Huaibo knew it was a phantom, but his hands trembled, thinking about taking another look.

This phantom changed in many ways, and sometimes turned into a girl holding a sword under the moon, with wet hair hanging down on both sides, softly saying that she liked Master.

Sometimes the famous flower is just beginning, and since Xueye wears a knife and returns, he brushes a bit of snow on his shoulders, and his body is soaked with a piece of cold plum fragrance.

Sometimes sitting in the sunset, looking at the rolling green hills, gorgeous neon clouds, waiting idly;

From time to time, he walks away from flowers, his eyes are crooked, he is respectful, pressing every step, gentle and respectful, boldly committing crimes.

This girl weaves with infatuation, seduces with hue, and patiently compiles a big net called love character in the long time. Then calmly watched the prey walk into it ignorantly, being tightly bound, and sinking deep into it, unable to escape.

But in the end, she finally revealed her hideous truth, her eyes dripping with blood, her lips were scarlet, her smile was hideous and unfeeling, she took everything from her, locked her in three hundred years of guilt and pain, and said with a smile—

"Master, this is what you owe me, this is always you owe me..."

"For the rest of your life, you just need to suffer."

Huaibo's eyes were scarlet, his green clothes fluttered, and the clouds slammed out of the clouds, and the star-like sword light illuminated the dark cave.

With a wave of the sword, the mirror blossoms and the moon shattered, and the fireflies under his feet were shards of streamer.

However, the heart demon hadn't given up yet. He turned into a white-clothed girl, calling her master obsessively, and then turned into a black-clothed blood demon, with a big smile and **** hands.

Huaibo waved his sword in panic, the scars of the sword intertwined in the cave, the silver light shone, and the gleaming gleam, shining her face indefinitely, like joy but sadness.

Swords come and go, like fireflies swaying, white rain rushes. The phantom disappeared suddenly, and then suddenly appeared in another corner, spitting words and hateful smiles on her face, making her heart hot, burning the end of her eyes crimson, but in the endless hatred, an inexplicable kind of inexplicable bred The taste.

Love and hate.

The heart seems to be tossed between ice and fire.

She couldn't help being furious, crushed a silver tooth, swallowed her mouth full of blood, wielded the sword without rules, and stabbed indiscriminately.

How can I let her go? Isn't three hundred years enough? Is it not enough to take away her pride and dignity? What she did wrong, what she owed, to be deceived and treated like this.

The sword is like a cold electricity, and it arrives in the blink of an eye.

The heart demon was sly, and immediately changed to the appearance of a jade, a large amount of blood fainted on the white clothes, and a pair of phoenix eyes were weeping, "Master, are you going to kill me?"

Huaibo closed his eyes, "But you are not Peiyu."

The cloud penetrated the rock and pierced it fiercely.

Huaibo opened her eyes again, and a vast blood mist rose under her feet. She clenched the sword in her hand, and the cold light in the clouds was enough to kill all evil.

But when the blood mist is gone, it is not a ghost, a wicked ghost, but an extremely beautiful picture.

The phantom of the streamer spread out slowly, turning the gloomy cave into a happy room with red candles.

The carved window was open, and a few peach blossoms floated in with the wind.

The red wedding dress was randomly folded on the ground, Wushuang and the cloud touched the head of the bed, shaking slightly.

The tassels on the bed were also shaking.

Huaibo looked at it blankly.

Two human figures overlapped on the soft collapse, the red gauze was heavy, a sweaty hand stretched out from the gauze, tightly embroidered with the brocade quilt of mandarin ducks.

The jade fingers are slender, entwined with a strand of blue silk.

"Master...Master..." The girl's eyes were misty and her voice was soft and soft, "Don't be like this... I can't bear it."

She panted lightly, her face flushed, she was bullied so hard, and she whimpered like a kitten. The hands were clenched again, and the red was crumpled like paper.

"Master... Slow down, okay?"

With tears in her eyes, her eyes were soft, and she raised her hand as if she wanted to resist, and then dropped weakly, begging: "Master, take a moment, okay?"

Huaibo's complexion was red, and his heart was sour and sweet, numb and itchy, like a cat, scratching his paws.

Holding in the cloud, the tip of the sword trembled, and the white light swayed randomly, swimming in the room like a moonlight.

The girl whimpered, her body trembled, her hands suddenly tightened, and then slowly loosened, Ufa slipped from her fingertips and hung on the ground.

There was a soft cry from the red gauze tent. She was weeping aggrievedly, teardrops hung on her eyelashes, Bai Yu's body was stained with pink clouds, her hands wrapped around the other person's neck, crying and calling: "I like Master the most."

Outside the window, trees full of peach blossoms are in full bloom, as bright as clouds in the sky.

Huaibo's body was shaken, the peach blossoms were cut through the clouds, the illusion was shattered in half, and the two in the illusion dissipated as fly ash.

The cave house became dark again, extremely silent, only the sound of dripping water and the sound of slightly heavy breathing.

Huaibo leaned against the stone wall, shaking slightly, his face was hot and red, and his eyes were misty. The cloud flew back into the sheath, and the heart demon was nowhere to be seen. Only she was facing a Wang Hantan, but her heart seemed to be boiling in a sea of ​​flames.

Obviously it was just a phantom, a method of the inner demon, but she couldn't help but was extremely moved.

I imagined it in an illusion, forced the girl into tears, gasped softly, wanted to kiss the frosty snow, kissed her, groaned, soft, warmed her into a pool of spring water, Furong shed tears, and wanted to force her Weeping, forcing her to beg for mercy.

Huaibo thought to himself that he was hiding such thoughts.

It turned out she was...so despicable.

At the entrance of the secret realm, Ding Fenghua frowned and his sword stood in the clouds.

The strands of black air ooze out from the entrance and are scattered in the air. The black energy is extremely shallow, and it cannot be detected unless it is for the power of keen sense.

Wearing a black cloak, Ning Xiao stood beside him, staring at the black energy.

The changes in the secret realm may be more serious than they thought, Ding Fenghua said: "What is happening here?"

Ning Xiao shook her head lightly.

Ding Fenghua said, "Hateful! Peiyu is still inside, if Xiaobai knew..."

Ning Xiao said: "Xiaobai has closed the door."

After a while, he said: "Notify the other three." The voice paused for a while, and he said again: "There is also Xitu Buddhist Township."

Ding Fenghua: "That group of old bald donkeys? Are we going to bow to them?"

The violent wind blows, the black cloak rises high, Ning Xiao lowers the brim of the hat, "Don't worry about the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism... the common people are the most important."

The crane with the letter swept across the sky and flew to the four directions. Ning Xiao watched the crane go away, and finally looked towards Xiancheng, her eyebrows being kept silent.

The fairy gate is surging, but the secret realm is very harmonious.

The night on the grassland is extremely clean, the blue sky is full of stars, and the moonlight is clear.

Mu Chuan ran up with two hares in each hand, "Look! I have a good fortune tonight!"

Yu Chisu is still innocent and weak, "Tutu is so cute, how can you eat tutu!"

After getting along for a few days, the three of them have become familiar with her. Mu Chuan burst into flames, "Tutu is so delicious, why not eat it?"

Zhao Hengyun handled rabbits skillfully, and learned her tone, saying: "Chisu is right! Tutu is so cute, how can you eat tutu? By the way, do you want it spicy?"

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With blood blowing in the wind, Yu Chisu sucked his nose and curled his mouth aggrievedly. His eyes suddenly turned black, and then there was a soft and warm touch.

Xie Chunqiu covered her eyes to prevent her from seeing the blurry scene.

Yu Chisu blinked, "Chunqiu, how did you know the fairy of Huaibo?"

Xie Chunqiu's indifferent face suddenly showed a slight smile, "I'm in the world, she came to me and wants to ask something."

"Are you in the world?"

Xie Chunqiu: "Yes."

Mu Chuan pierced the rabbit with a rapier and put it on the fire, and said with a smile: "At that time, Chunqiu was quite famous in the world. He even knew emperors and generals."

Yu Chisu was surprised: "Isn't it said that people from the immortal door should not be involved in mortal matters?"

Xie Chunqiu put down his hand, "I left Xie's house and wandered in the world for a hundred years. Before I met the immortal long, I never thought about returning to the immortal gate."

"why?"

Everyone was silent, only the rabbit meat was sizzled by the fire, and the oil dripped out from the roast, and a small flame burst out.

Yu Chisu knew that he had made a mistake, poked at the painful spot of others, and apologized repeatedly.

Xie Chunqiu said: "Nothing. It doesn't matter if you say it. She came to me for a public case. There were several casualties in the Xie family, not Shen Zhishui."

Yu Chisu's eyes widened, shocked, "What?! How do you, you... know?"

Xie Chunqiu: "I saw it. At that time, I was young, playing in the back mountains, and seeing Xie Canglan assault, Shen Zhishui rushed into the battle, but was framed as a murderer."

Yu Chisu was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

Thinking of the past, Xie Chunqiu clenched his hands slightly, "Xie Canglan...He is my brother-in-law, who treated me very well before. He didn't kill me, but just wiped out my eyes."

"your eyes?!"

Xie Chunqiu tilted his head, and in his black eyes, there was no hint of expression, "I didn't see it? I'm a blind man."

Yu Chisu shook her body suddenly and opened her mouth wide. Thinking of all the recent events, she felt that Xie Chunqiu seemed unaffected by the darkness, and the attack strategy of the wolves did not affect her at all. It was not because of her superior vision and superb swordsmanship. , It was only because she couldn't see that she was able to rush over in the darkness to kill the wolf king.

Xie Chunqiu seemed to understand her doubts: "I can hear and feel the changes in spiritual energy. Eyesight is not important to me."

Yu Chisu murmured, "Yes, but... Since you saw that, why didn't you tell me?"

Xie Chunqiu smiled, "Actually, I was not the only one who knew that many people in the Xie family discovered Xie Canglan's changes. He was able to keep outsiders from outside, but the hostility in his behavior and the killing intent in his eyes could not be kept from him. People who get along day and night."

Yu Chisu was puzzled, "But why don't you tell me?"

Xie Chunqiu said: "Who would dare to speak out when Xie Canglan was alive? And when he died, Shen Jiazhuang was also destroyed, no one knew the truth... The Xie family needs a hero, not a monster, because Xie Canglan, over the past century, the Xie family I have gained a lot of benefits from Xianmen, do you think they will say it?"

Yu Chisu shivered with anger, "What kind of bullshit? What about justice? What about axioms?"

Xie Chunqiu laughed, "Justice... Chisu, you see, the truth will be concealed, but it will always be there, waiting for a grievance, grievances, grievances, revenge. There is justice in this world, because there are A person like Immortal Chang Huai Bai who can uphold justice."

Yu Chisu was so shocked that he didn't recover for a while, and dullly took the roasted rabbit that Mu Chuan handed him, and took two bites, just like chewing wax.

This incident was too shocking. She seemed to have unveiled a light curtain woven by justice and fairness, and glimpsed the true face of the fairy gate, or the true appearance of human nature.

She felt scared.

Xie Chunqiu suddenly spoke and asked, "Do you know that apprentice of Xianchang? What kind of person is it?"

Yu Chisu said nonchalantly: "She is a ruthless person."

Peiyu searched the forest, but he couldn't find Yu Chisu and others, and he was secretly relieved. Everywhere she went, monsters took the opportunity to sneak attacks. If the monsters in the dark were not resolved, she could not walk with people to avoid bringing danger to them.

She directed the black cat to walk around in the woods. She raised her hand, and a bright red maple leaf appeared between her fingers.

The silver light circulates on the leaves, like drops of water on the lotus leaf, fireflies swaying in the moonlit night.

Fortunately, the mountain is not alone.

Peiyu's eyes were slightly warm, she pursed her lips and smiled softly, calling out silently, "Master."