Break Up with the Green Tea Heroine First

Yan Su stood casually, he still looked like when he died, young and frivolous.

Divide fierce.

But now the glory is bleak, and the genius is in chains.

Young arrogant and proud, just because of a moment of blood can charge into battle.

"I'm here." Yan Su looked at the two people in front of him, a little puzzled by Wu Wuqing's slightly sad eyes, but he didn't pay too much attention.

continent.

After two steps, she barely kept her composure, and said sternly, "What do you want to do?"

"Just ask you a few questions." Yan Su casually leaned on the long sword, and a seat floated over consciously.

The hanged ghost who was shaken down together wiped the seat for Yan Su with a shy face, and stretched out his **** gesture of begging, a bit funny, "Your Majesty, sit down."

Wuyouqing laughed dumbly, the bracelet that kept turning in his hand slowed down, he let out a soft sigh of relief, a little fortunate.

Yan Su still maintains his character and has not been assimilated by ghosts.

When he woke up from his memory, he knew that Yan Su would come to end this karma, but if possible, he still hoped that Yan Su would not be stained with ill-will, and really fell into infinity as those people thought.

Yan Su didn't know what he was thinking at all, the hanged ghost fanned his fan for him, like a flattering demon on TV.

He glared at the scorpion girl in a feigned manner at this time, "You can answer whatever my king says, do you know?"

Yan Su squinted slightly, looking at the scorpion girl who was reluctant to speak even if she was afraid, "Are you a test subject for Zhurong?"

Scorpion Girl turned her head in disgust, Xie Qingming gave her a truth talisman without saying a word.

Her voice came out unconsciously, because it contradicted her thoughts and seemed a little stumped, "Yes, the Lord gave me life..."

Yue Xingzhou stared at her severed tail and frowned slightly.

Saying that, she may not even know what she is talking about.

"He said that when the underworld opens, we will all be his cronies..." The scorpion girl was still talking, and everyone present fell silent.

"I have reason to suspect that he wants to take advantage of the opening of the underworld's entrance to domesticate the ghosts." Yue Xingzhou pondered and said this terrible conjecture.

"Be confident and get rid of doubts." Yan Su half-smiled, throwing up and down the bracelet in his hands.

The blood on Tongbao has been wiped clean, the dust has been removed, and it looks full of yang, but it can't hurt Yan Su, who is a ghost.

—The scorching golden light on his body is more feared by ghosts than yang.

Then there are two ways, the first is to find his body before Yan Su, and the second is to control all ghosts.

Thinking of this, the movement of his hands suddenly stopped.

It is imperative to wait for the entrance of the underworld to open.

Yue Xingzhou suggested, "In that case, we should stop him..."

Yan Su interrupted him lazily, "It's you, not me."

Yue Xingzhou was stunned.

"Have you not heard the saying that people who are not my race must have different hearts? I am now a ghost king." Yan Su viciously held the thrown Tongbao bracelet in his hand, "This world Treat me like this, why should I go to court for it a second time?"

Yan Su's words and deeds made Yue Xingzhou subconsciously regard him as a comrade. At this time, when he heard Yan Su's words, he realized that they were different.

The only thing that can make people die in this world is the morality in their hearts.

Yan Su, who was abandoned by the world, said at this time that the current crisis has nothing to do with him, and he has no morality to uphold.

He subconsciously wanted to persuade Yan Su, but he couldn't find anything to refute.

"We will." Ruthlessly interrupted what Yue Xingzhou wanted to say, staring at Yan Su, "You have to take care."

For a moment, Yan Su almost thought he was seen through by this monk.

He saw it just now, this monk may be the one who has been secretly helping him find his body, and he may even be against Zhurong.

What made him undisguised was not the sadness in his eyes, but the familiarity with which he trusted.

This familiarity made Yan Su sigh unconsciously.

Now, the world line has been completely messed up, and he doesn't understand what these male protagonists want to do.

Besides, he didn't know how the two systems were fighting, so he could only try his best to reverse the outcome.

So far, the five male protagonists including him have all appeared, and he somewhat understands the true meaning of Son of Destiny, the legendary hapless savior.

Yan Su clicked his tongue and watched Yue Xingzhou and Wuyouqing leave the conference room one after the other.

Xie Qingming stayed and asked Yan Su, "Do you really think so?"

Yan Su laughed at him, "I'm a ghost now, what can I think?"

Xie Qingming shook his head, this is not what he meant, he couldn't ask, he could only stubbornly look into Yan Su's eyes, wanting an answer.

"The world once failed me, and I don't want to fail the world." Yan Su sighed, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the little apprentice from the previous world.

They may have different personalities and different experiences, but it is rare that they all have a pure heart.

He laughed softly.

Xie Qingming slightly bent his eyes, restrained and showed a happy smile.

He thought that when he wanted to help Yan Su, the voice must not be because of Yan Su's merit, but because he knew that this person would be willing to walk through the once full of thorns for the sake of the common people. Painful road.

The righteousness in his heart never disappeared.

Xie Qingming decided to be such a person.

Yan Su didn't know that Xie Qingming's admiration for him was overflowing. He was naturally not a person who would give up. What's the point of pitting him?

He showed a malicious smile, but the hanged ghost who was trying to fan him murmured for a while. If you listen carefully, you can hear that he is talking about how a person can change his personality so much when he dies.

With the intervention of the Celestial Master Association, the places that were originally disturbed by the turmoil have been stabilized.

This is a world that believes in metaphysics. Ordinary people are not overly surprised by their actions, but feel at ease because of their actions.

At this time, the consequences of the turmoil are just beginning to manifest.

In the beginning, it was raining blood, and it was clearly summer, but I could always hear the voices of ghosts and wolves.

After that, several ghost caves appeared.

Many celestial masters found ghosts running rampant in those places, and for a while, many junior celestial masters lost their lives due to carelessness.

Yan Su could feel the smell of his hatred getting stronger and stronger, and the entrance to the underworld began to loom.

These ghosts have lost their humanity and only know how to kill.

There is still the scent of candles around, and these big ghosts have been tamed by him.

The leading big ghost smiled and said, "We are one, why bother ourselves? I am you, and our essence is the same. Join me and start our feast."

He pierced the chest of a big ghost with a sword and watched it turn into a black mist in the air.

Then a sword was like a sword, as if to purify the entire cave.

Many ordinary people behind him were desperate, some even knelt down and kowtowed to him, and some ran over and asked him how much money could protect themselves.

Yan Su smiled vaguely, but the hand that could hold the sword passed through those people.

"Ghost-ghost!" People who originally worshipped him like a **** got up one after another and fled into the distance.

Yan Su drew a circle outside the ghost cave with the long sword in his hand, and sighed inaudibly.

Zhurong is the ghost king, and he is also the ghost king.

The candle will meet, and so will he.

Similarly, he will also have a candle.

But there is one thing that Zhu Rong said is wrong, he and Zhu Rong are still different.

He still has humanity, and his blood is hot.

The author has something to say:Today’s heart (1/1)

Tomorrow weekend! on vacation!

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: can I live...? 1; thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 3 bottles of takimi; 1 bottle of early rain and snowfall; thank you very much for your support to me, I will continue to work hard!