Pulling Together a Villain Reformation Strategy

Between the time and the defense, how many times the unforgettable face of the dream is in front of you, no longer cold, wooden, but with such a vivid vitality, a smoldering look, exquisite contours are turned around the window The sunlight is plated with a layer of light gold, without the mask of the mask, the cloud break can be clearly identified, and the corners of the eyebrows of the other side are covered with the familiarity of the bones.

Clearly, a face that should be clear and beautiful, but the expression can not erase the sharp and arrogant deep into the bone marrow, the cold smile on the lips, he loves to watch, all kinds of wind and soul, after Jiang seeks There is no second person in the world.

Only this one eye, only this eye... He will not admit his mistake even if he dies!

Yunchao opened his mouth and seemed to want to call a name for Jiang. The throat was like what was caught, and the words did not come out.

Jiang searched for a cold face, already knowing that the mask was falling, and it was a shock for a moment, but he was not as excited as the cloud break, his brow was slightly wrinkled, he was talking with the corner of his eye, and his face suddenly changed. It is.

The mortuaries of the shops, tables and chairs around them were gone, and the whole town disappeared without a trace. The whole body is still a scene of the wilderness when the party just fell!

At the same time, the two people raised a faint white mist not far away, and gradually became deeper, and the scope was spreading to it.

It’s stupid! It’s long been known that Prison Valley is not that simple. He and Yun Xie are all careless!

Jiang sought to be annoyed, and he refused to compete with Yunchao. He quickly grabbed his own sword from him, and took a break with the cloud: "What stupid you are? Don't hurry to see next!" It’s really life!”

Yun Qi seems to have kicked his own dreams by this foot. He was shocked and couldn't help but reach out and grabbed Jiang's wrist. His wrist was holding his palm, and Yunxi said, "A search. !"

Jiang searched: "What is the white mist, rubbing, this thing is coming over - Mom's cloud break, you still don't let me go, pay attention to the occasions!"

The thick white fog that has almost turned into a solid is like a strange-shaped ancient beast. It roars and rushes to two people. Although Yunchao is confused, but still feels dangerous by instinct, he closely guards Jiang. In the arms, lying on the floor.

However, this probably didn't work. Soon, the overwhelming white fog disappeared from the two people.

Between the turn of the sky, Jiang’s mind has a momentary blank—this is not to describe his emotions, but a complete description—it’s really blank. It seems that the memory was forcibly erased, anyway. When he recovered his consciousness, he went to where he went. He didn't know why he didn't know why the white fog didn't. He just looked at the night hills that appeared in the moment, and he felt that he was familiar with it.

At this moment, it seems that the moment has changed from the sunshine of the genius to the late night. The silence of the four quiets is even worse. Only the autumn worms, Jiang Xunyi himself is standing under an ancient wood, the wind is so vast, straight into the arms. .

He did not move, cautiously stood in the same place for a while, and then slowly came out, and opened the eyes and leaves in front of the eyes, indifferently turned, followed by Huo Ran's eyes!

Here is the grass and the wood, he will not forget when he died, but he has not been able to come back to death. Here is - Lingyin Mountain!

... Why am I here? Is it true or illusory? At this time, is it in the past or the future? What about the cloud break? Where did the **** cloud break go? !

The thoughts were in the tide, and Jiang’s chest was undulating, and he took a deep breath. He suddenly heard the tiny grass blades screaming in the distance. He looked awkward and wanted to avoid. The people had come to the front. Like I have never seen him, I have passed by Jiang.

That person... is himself.

Although it was only a short glance, Jiang Xunyi had already seen the true, the light blue sea wave suit worn by the disciple of Lingyin himself, the waist hanging sword, the left hand holding a small tripod, the look was in a hurry.

The shape of the little tripod was so unique that he suddenly reacted to what was happening in front of him - this was the night when his master died, and Jiang Zhiyi was called a traitor by the heirs of the next generation, and then A series of things in the cloud and anti-purpose have all happened after this.

At this moment, it should be Jiang Zhanyi’s sword to pick Tianshui Palace, and the Tianshui Palace’s demons took Tianshui Shending. After going up the mountain, they found that the disciples led by Jiang Molou were sent to the Western Region. Master Yan Xian’s teacher is dying...

Between the electric and the stone fires, all kinds of thoughts came to the end, and Jiang searched for it all at once. Why did the "Prisoner of the Devil's Valley" not have the sinister evil spirits that he imagined, because the so-called "magic" refers to everyone. Devil!

He and Yun Xie came along to guard each other, and there was a gap in their hearts. The mood fluctuated little, so the surrounding scene showed a prosperous scene, from the battle between him and Yunchao to the mask, the two The mood is ups and downs, so I suddenly fell into a fantasy!

It’s just that the illusion here belongs to the heart of the cloud, or the heart of Jiang’s search. Jiang’s search for decisiveness has only been hesitated for a moment, and he has decided to go up the mountain along the road he once knew.

He knows what he will be waiting for, but when he faces it, he has no habit of avoiding it.

Jiang searched forward and walked forward. He did not notice that the rags on his body gradually became the halo-blue wide-sleeved robes that he used to wear, and his body shape gradually changed with the subtle changes. The image of his own in front of him was gradually faded and slowly melted into the night.

The dusty memory springs poured into the head, and now the consciousness is gradually blurred. When he finally saw the familiar mountain gate, he has completely fallen into the torrent of the past.

Jiang’s search for intentions is worrying and uneasy.

He used one person and one sword to use a full seven days to razed a whole Tianshui Magic Palace. Even though he was so fascinated, he was inevitably exhausted. He wanted to find a place to rest, but he accidentally received a secret letter from Yuhang. The letter is unknown, but it is explicitly mentioned that the immortality of the immortal body is smothered.

In this episode, the book is only a piece of the book. Jiang Zhiyi only knows that Zhai Xianshi was indeed dead. Since he has worn this book, he has been raised by his master like a father. This shock is not the same, so regardless of the injury, all the way to the sword and the electric rush to catch up, but went up the mountain but saw the white coffin floating in front of the door.

His pupils swelled, but he did not see the disciples who guarded the spirits and cried. There was still a period of embarrassment in his heart, and he felt a little embarrassed. So he resolutely set his mind, lifted his breath, and silently turned over the wall. The ups and downs went straight to the unforgettable hall of the daily life of the immortal.

He flashed out of the hall, carefully listening to his ears, and did not hear any movements. When he turned over the window, his eyes swept away in the room, and then he walked slowly and slowly toward the bed in the room.

Just taking a few steps, an old voice has already sounded: "I don't know which of the distinguished guests came from afar? The oldest unable to get up and meet, it is really slow." This voice is peaceful and affectionate, it sounds like a fairy teacher.

Jiang was surprised and happy, and he couldn’t take care of anything else. He stepped forward and opened the account: "Master, it is me!"

He said this sentence, but the expression is a stiff, the face of the teacher in front of the face is thin, his eyes are muddy, his eyebrows are covered with a thick layer of dead air, it seems to be dying.

Jiang Xunyi was speechless. Even though he knew the ending, his heart was still suddenly bursting with sorrow and grief. The expression of Yan Xianshi was filled with joy. He said: "Finding children, are you coming back? I just thought It’s great to be able to see you again.”

There were a few cracks on his lips that had dried up, and he bleed when he spoke. Jiang’s throat was moved up and down, and the right hand behind him was violent, and it took a while to make it difficult: “Master, the disciple will pour some tea for you.”

Yan Xianshi extended his hand to hold his wrist, and said: "No need, find a child, let the Master respect you again."

Jiang searched for the squatting on the edge of the couch and said that he would lean down. Yan Xianshi touched his face, revealing the color of love, and suddenly whispered: "The two elders have a misfortune, and the disciples are not good. The desert is not on the mountain at this time. Looking for you, you are alone. Now go down the mountain immediately, no more to come back!"

Jiang Xunyi did not understand his intentions. He intuitively felt that the teacher’s words were extremely strange. He was resentful in his heart and asked: "Master, are you being harmed by them? You are revenge for you!"

Yan Xianshi shook his head and grabbed Jiang’s hand to tighten his wrist. He repeated the tone again: “You go!” and stopped talking.

Jiang was not satisfied with his heart, and he did not want to provoke the teacher to be angry. He had to be silent. I don’t know how to wait for a long while, but I’m not talking about it anymore. Jiang’s search for this is not right. I quickly reached out and explored his breath. It turned out that I had been mad for a long time. Only my eyes were still stunned.

When Jiang searched for surprise, his body moved, and the hand that Yan Xianshi held on his wrist suddenly loosened. Then, the other’s body suddenly collapsed, and the softness became a pile, which seemed to be suddenly The bones are normal, and the skin is also cracked, but no blood flows out. Only a person who is kind and kind, has become a terrible exception in a blink of an eye.

Jiang searched for stunned eyes, and the heart-wounded master died in horror, and was amazed at the wonders in front of him. After a moment, he suddenly hugged the body of Yan Xianshi. He has always been a strong personality. At this moment, although he is already bursting into tears, he still bites his lips and refuses to make a little noise. He just put his forehead on the edge of the cold wooden bed and let the tears drop. underground.