This witch, please stay

Chapter 30 Darkness
So in the end, with Jiang Sinan's livid face, Xun Ming, who was in a coma, was thrown into the room of the scholar Jia Xianren, and Jiang Sinan, who felt that his innocence had been hit hard, was alone in the room, ready I don't plan to go out for the next few days, and I plan to wait for the "limelight" to pass, and then go to the Goulan where there are many beautiful sisters.

But forget it these few days, otherwise when he was drinking and having a good time, the good-looking sister in his arms suddenly said, "Young master, what you were carrying on your back that day was...", then there is still a hammer to talk about!

As soon as he thought of this shit, Jiang Sinan unconsciously wanted to strangle the garlic that knew it was "dead" first, and then strangled himself.

孽 孽!
Jiang Sinan didn't go out, and Xun Ming had been "lying dead" all the time. Jia Xianren, who knew little about things in the city and was shocked by the "sisters" in the restaurant, was even more so. He would go out and walk around by himself, and after borrowing some scraps from Jiang Sinan, he carefully selected a book from an unnamed small bookstore in a nearby alley, and then he also stayed in the inn.

As for why a scholar still borrows money to buy books, it is because on the previous road, he encountered a monster with both bad luck and good luck, but he saved a small one by "escape the shell" from the bookcase on his back. I just lost that bookcase and all my belongings inside.

Among them, gains and losses are somewhat difficult to calculate. Good luck and bad luck seem to depend on each other, and there is only a thin line between them in the scholar.

However, judging from the results, he saved his life, and later met Jiang Sinan and Xun Ming, two of the mountain people.

As an "immortal" in the eyes of people down the mountain, Jiang Sinan naturally no longer has to worry about food, but Xun Ming... is still "holding up the corpse". In order to save trouble, Jiang Sinan spent more money and asked the inn to pay Jia Xianren The meals are delivered to his room regularly.

As for the group of three, they woke up twice and fainted once, and stayed in the room all day without going out, and the proprietress who made the meal delivery on a "whim" looked more and more strangely at Jia Xianren.

And Jia Xianren, who can regard the scratching of the heads and poses of the "good-looking sisters" as a physical illness, naturally did not notice the changing eyes of the proprietress every day, and the special meaning contained in the eyes.

If it was Jiang Sinan who came to pick up the food box, then he probably ran away overnight before the proprietress knocked on the door to deliver the food the next day, it's so fucking boring!
Can I, Young Master Jiang, be wronged like this?I just became a Golden Core Sword Cultivator!
As for Xun Ming, Jiang Sinan was still a little worried at first that he had suffered such a serious injury, and would die without saying a word and "go west", and then leave himself with yellow mud falling into his crotch for that horrible woman A sword split in half.

However, after he met Jia Xianren, he was surprised to find that the "dead corpse" big garlic, the one on his left arm was missing a large piece of flesh, and the wound where the bones were visible had almost completely healed, while the other large and small wounds on his body Not to mention the small wounds, and even the slightest trace of injury could not be seen.

This made Jiang Sinan even more puzzled in his astonishment, but it was just that the young lord of the Oblique Moon Sect swallowed some high-level elixir before falling down because he was rich in pockets.

After all, "Where there is a teacher, there must be an apprentice", and Xun Ming's master, the master of the oblique moon, Chu Tianheng, the sword fairy of Mangyue, is the "dog day's old bastard" that Master Jiang Sinan said, so all these In other words, it probably made sense, Jiang Sinan really didn't think that Xun Ming's heart would be so big that he would just "stud" and come out with such a scary sword without making any preparations.

But this brat's "preparation" was nothing more than a stinky chess trick. His mother is still sleeping now, and I have to carry it all the way.

If it wasn't for that demon...scary fairy sister, I would have sold it to you directly in the kiln!
Thinking of this, Jiang Sinan felt a little sad for no reason.

Well, if only we had a spirit boat...

Being a sword repairer is such a fucking waste of money...

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The endless darkness is like a thick curtain, covering Xun Ming's eyes, making him seem blind even though his eyes are open, he can't distinguish between the sky and the earth, and things. Deep deep black.

The moment he opened his eyes, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and began to grope, but it was empty as expected, and he didn't touch anything.

As if in a dark place isolated from the world, there is no light, no people, nothing, and even the flow of time cannot be perceived.

With the passage of time, confusion and incomprehension first arise, then become indifferent, then intensify and become uncontrollable, and finally seem to be buried in the dust, and finally become silent.

Bewildered, uneasy, angry, sad...

One emotion after another rose up, and finally disappeared bit by bit.

It was like one seed after another sprouted out of the ground, grew wildly, and finally withered and was buried in the soil again.

I don't know how long has passed, one day, one year, ten years, one hundred years?
All the seeds eventually withered and rotted. In the empty darkness, there was only a monotonous emotion, like a lonely ghost wandering slowly, not knowing where it came from, not knowing where it was going, Just wandering slowly.

The brilliance in Xun Ming's black eyes withered as the seeds germinated, dimmed and clouded little by little, and finally became empty and boring.

I don't know how long it has passed, and in the empty darkness, there is only a person who has gradually become human, ghost and ghost, and a tireless "ghost" who has been wandering for an unknown how long is slowly wandering.

I don't know how many years have passed silently.

He is no longer young, his once handsome face is already covered with wrinkles, and the white hair like weeds hangs messily behind him. The old man on the ground stood up tremblingly from the ground, raised his heart out of nowhere, and began to speak freely He started to yell, scolding that bastard thief God, scolding that shit world, scolding that useless Xun Ming, scolding that cruel parents, scolding those people who left him here alone...

After all, he was getting old, and before he could swear a few words, he lost his borrowed spirit, and began to cough violently, coughing uncontrollably, as if to put his heart and liver together with depression and unwillingness. Cough out the lungs.

With a sound of "wow", he vomited a big mouthful of blood full of gloom, and the old man who seemed to have fallen into the sunset on the mountain fell straight down, hitting his face on the "blood puddle" formed by his blood. "In the middle, the mouth is dark red, and the face is dark red.

It was the eyes that had been clear for a short time, suddenly became extremely empty, and then began to become cloudy again.

In the gradually blurred darkness, the old man felt a fiery heat coming from his chest, a vigor that he hadn't experienced for a long time, so that he had long forgotten the touch.

In the rotten and dry place, only a layer of gloomy and skinny chest remained, as if a new life was rapidly conceived, and then grew rapidly, and soon, there was a pair of young and white, which made people feel unstoppable at a glance. The baby's arms raised and pity pierced out of the old man's chest.

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