Magic Punk

Chief Xitian was beaten?

Listening to these words, Ye Ya's eyes were full of disbelief.

After all - Xitian is so powerful, whether those who have seen him or those who have not seen him, firmly believe that the patriarch may be the most powerful human being in the world.

No - it should be said that it is the most powerful creature.

Because in a sense, the hidden people do not belong to humans.

At least not fully human.

So who beat such a powerful patriarch?

Who can have this ability?

Ye Ya still believes in Lin Wei's judgment, but can this be done?

Ye Ya could only look at Lin Wei eagerly and gently shook her arm.

Yes, when she learned that the Xitian clan leader had been beaten, the girl actually felt a little secretly happy and secretly happy in her heart, but she couldn't really show it.

She could only express further curiosity about the answer.

Lin Wei looked sideways at Ye Ya, who was shaking her arm. She felt that the blue-haired princess had acquired another cute skill, so she reached out and flicked Ye Ya's forehead: "I don't know."

Before Ye Ya asked her question, Lin Wei simply said that she didn't know, so the girl covered her forehead and her expression became more and more aggrieved.

"It's not Xuanyi anyway." Lin Wei continued.

Lin Wei still had a rough idea of ​​how much Xuan Yi weighed.

As long as Xuanyi could beat the Xitian clan leader one-tenth, no, even one percent of the strength, he would not have pushed himself to this point along the way.

Ye Ya nodded silently, and she believed it couldn't be Xuanyi.

But who else could it be if it wasn’t Xuan Yi?

How many people are there now?

There are only three, right.

Xitian, Xuanyi, and Yaoyao were already sick and about to die.

"It can't be Yaoyao, right?" Ye Ya means it can't be Yaoyao.

Could it be that the leader of the Xitian clan was beating himself up there, which resulted in such a big commotion?

"It's possible." Lin Wei looked at Ye Ya. Ye Ya read the seriousness in Lin Wei's eyes and couldn't help but be shocked.

"impossible."

…

…

Yaoyao stood on the ground that was neither gold nor stone nor jade, and retracted her small pink fist.

In front of her was a long track, as if it had been cut through the land by a plow, a straight and deep track.

At the end of the trajectory is the golden-red throne leaning against the wall of the hall, which was originally where the Xitian clan leader often sat.

He just sat there overlooking his city and his people.

But now, the throne is torn into pieces, with gems, gold, ruby, emerald, and all kinds of precious materials scattered on the ground, while Xitian is lying on the remains of the throne. The originally spotless white robe is now in tatters, and it was originally beautiful. Ru Tianshen's face now has an expression of anger and laughter.

"I finally know what the first thing you do when you wake up is."

"Yes, if I really wake up, the first thing I will do is to beat you up." Yaoyao said, his words no longer as childish as they were at first, but intellectual, elegant and full of emotion. It has an indescribably pleasant charm.

She stood there, her whole body wrapped in flames, like the feathers of a phoenix. Every fiber of her flame dress was made of burning and tangled flames.

With red hair like fire, Yaoyao stood there, tall and beautiful.

This child once said that she would become very beautiful when she grows up.

But she never thought about how beautiful she would become when she really grew up.

Good enough to look back and overthrow an empire.

"That's why I let you beat me up." Xitian Ji sat on the ruins of his throne, looking up at the girl wearing the flame robe, her eyes full of memories and doting.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"I didn't expect that I would actually be able to see you like this."

Yaoyao shook his head: "You can obviously avoid it."

"Why hide?" Xitian narrowed his eyes and smiled.

If it were an ordinary person, it would be difficult to imagine that this patriarch, who has always been cold and indifferent, would have such a warm smile on his face.

It is as warm and pleasant as sunshine, rain, dew and spring breeze.

"You can't kill me anyway." Xitian then added this sentence, full of matter-of-factness.

Yaoyao could only sigh again: "Stand still, I guarantee you will be beaten to death by me."

Xitian spread his hands, sat on the ground and looked at Yaoyao with a somewhat ruthless look.

He didn't say anything, but his meaning was very obvious.

Leave it to you.

The patriarch had been like a walking corpse for the past thirteen hundred years. Only when the monster appeared in front of him did he seem to regain his luster.

Yaoyao looked at the other party, shook his head helplessly, and then took a step forward.

She only took one step, and her figure appeared in front of Xitian. She lowered her head and extended her hand to the patriarch who was sitting there.

"Long time no see." Yaoyao said softly.

Xitian looked up at the girl in front of him, but did not hold her hand that wanted to pull him up.

"Not seen for one thousand, two hundred and eighty-one years."

"But you look the same as you did one thousand two hundred and eighty-one years ago." Yaoyao said softly.

"Because I'm afraid that you won't recognize me when you see me a long time later, so I try to keep my original appearance as much as possible."

"In the blink of an eye, more than a thousand years have passed." Xitian replied.

"So you are as weak as before, right?" Yaoyao looked at the other person and said.

"This is a small price to pay." Xitian said with a smile: "Besides, becoming stronger has no meaning for me. I am already the strongest in this world, but even if I become stronger, I can't save you. "

"Then it's better to stand here and wait for you to come back."

"Isn't it? Sister."

Yaoyao let out a long sigh.

"Yes, brother."

…

…

Xuanyi woke up from a long dark sleep.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful face that was almost unforgettable, and her name instantly jumped into Xuan Yi's mind.

Evening shadow.

He lay on her lap, just like the prince sleeping peacefully on the princess's lap after slaying the dragon.

She opened her wrist, and drops of bright red blood like coral beads were pouring out from her arteries, and then Xuan Yi sucked them into her throat.

The young man felt that the blood in his mouth not only did not have the unpleasant taste of rust, but was instead like some kind of nectar. Just tasting a drop of it was enough to make you addicted to anesthesia.

And in his own mouth, the other party was constantly irrigating him with blood.

He reached out and took hold of the other man's wrist.

"That's enough." Xuanyi said softly.

The young man's body was now full of vitality, and the other party's blood turned out to be the ultimate elixir for healing his decayed body.

"Where is Yaoyao?" Xuanyi asked.

"Sorry." Xiying looked at him, her beautiful eyes full of sadness.

"I killed your girl."