This witch, please stay

Chapter 59
sorry Sorry sorry……

Xun Ming rested his hands on the wall of the alley, murmuring the same words in a low voice, as if he was trapped in a nightmare that he couldn't break free from.

Two lines of clear tears flowed down, and finally gathered under his chin into teardrops one after another, dripping into the dust beside the wall.

The genius sword cultivator of Feijian Xiaoyao, the shockingly talented young sect master who dominates everyone in the oblique moon sect, but this is like a child who has not grown up, extremely fragile.

After sobbing and murmuring in a low voice for an unknown amount of time, his figure suddenly froze in place, motionless.

A sharp edge implying seven colors flashed away, but Xun Ming, who was just beside the sword light, didn't seem to notice it at all.

Vaguely, he woke up as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and felt that his state was surprisingly strange, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

It was as if there was a faint voice echoing in my ears, but when I listened carefully, I couldn't hear it clearly.

In the next moment, Xun Ming felt as if something burst in his heart, and then another extremely complicated emotion rose up in his heart.

Anger, restlessness, mania, fear, excitement...

Calm, lonely, lonely, sad, indifferent...

One emotion after another pulled and twisted and mixed with each other, making his mind instantly chaotic.

A sharp tingling pain came from the depths of his mind, and Xun Ming felt as if his head had been stabbed hard by an invisible sharp knife, and then smashed his brain to pieces.

The unbearable pain swept over, causing Xun Ming's back to arch instantly, and his elbows were first pulled and smashed hard on the wall of another alley, making two potholes, and then clawed He held his head tightly.

Various strange memory fragments emerged from the depths of his mind like a blowout.

It made him a little bit surprised amidst the severe pain.

Those memory fragments, or the sea of ​​corpses, or the independent mountain, or sitting in the temple, or reading at night by candle...

Even though he had never seen it before, it was so realistic.

It was as if he was the protagonist who witnessed all that with his own eyes.

In the next moment, the world was suddenly clear, and the hustle and bustle in the ears and in the mind seemed to disappear in an instant, leaving only the ultimate tranquility, like a flower that withered and withered in an instant when it was in full bloom.

Xun Ming put his hands down from his ears, and slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of eyes with mixed colors.

Blood red, golden yellow, pale, pitch black.

The four colors are mixed, but they are constantly flowing and blending in that pair of pupils, separating and reuniting.

Very strange.

That Xun Ming smiled evilly at first, then followed by the solemn treasure, then the calm and breezy, then the lofty sentiments, and then the solemn treasure again, so messy and alternating.

The look on his face is like the weather in the south of the Yangtze River in June, which is cloudy and sunny, changing constantly.

After standing still by the wall for a while.

The mixed colors in Xun Ming's eyes suddenly merged into a gloomy gray and white.

At the moment when the gray and white appeared, a powerful and incomparable coercion suddenly spread out around him centered on him.

People within a radius of one mile collapsed to the ground as if they had been hit hard.

In the air, birds fell, and on the ground, insects did not sing, and the space within a radius of one mile suddenly turned into a helpless place.

After the evil smile, Xun Ming's face was completely blank.

Then a sorrow that seemed to be squeezed out of the bone marrow slowly surfaced on his face, distorting his expression.

"it's all my fault."

"It would be fine without me."

"Mother won't die."

"That man wouldn't be like that either."

Xun Ming's face was painful at first, and then became numb and indifferent.

I vaguely saw a shapeless drunk man, with a look of sadness and anger, pointing at himself and yelling:

"If it weren't for you, the evil breed!..."

The hands in the sleeves were clenched tightly, and the veins bulged.

"Cultivating immortals? What kind of immortals are you cultivating?"

"What's the point."

Grief and indignation appeared on Xun Ming's face, and eye-catching cracks spread one after another on the Dao heart.

Just when the cracked Dao Heart was about to be completely shattered in that instant, Xun Ming, whose expression was distorted like the bark of a dead tree, seemed to wake up suddenly, and a moment of clarity flashed in his eyes, making the Dao heart on the verge of shattering Most of the scars on my heart disappeared at once.

"No!"

"I'm going to find her!"

"Even ten thousand times, ten million times, I will find her again!"

The eyes on Xun Ming's distorted face suddenly became extremely firm, and the chaotic and disintegrating breath of his body also solidified a little in an instant.

But then the firmness in his eyes was replaced by daze and doubt.

"who is she?"

A flawless Dao Heart shattered with a bang.

Xun Ming spat out a big mouthful of blood, which stained a large area of ​​the wall red, which was extremely eye-catching.

Xun Ming, whose breath was rapidly weakening, became hunched in an instant, as if he had gone from youth to old age in an instant, extremely decadent.

A strand of blue hair on his forehead suddenly turned white, making it particularly eye-catching.

Breathing messy like a child clapping strings, Xun Ming suddenly started laughing, and then with a casual move, he pulled out a short ink-like blade from the storage ring, and he nailed it backwards with a flick of his sleeve. in the wall.

There was a cold light flowing on the blade as dark as night, pointing directly at the brow of that crazy young man.

The young man in white who vomited blood looked as calm as still water again, and walked forward calmly, quietly watching the ink-colored knife tip slowly enlarge in his eyes.

One step, two steps...

The short blade of the cold and sharp magic weapon approached the brow of the young man in white little by little.

After the last step, the young man slowly raised his foot, and then suddenly exerted force, his figure suddenly moved forward.

It seemed that the next moment he could see the touch knife piercing his eyebrows straight!

However, the expected bloody scene did not appear.

A snow-white woman's palm appeared out of nowhere as if it didn't come from the world, and pressed it on the forehead of the white dress, lightly stopping the powerful rushing forward.

Feeling the cool touch from his forehead, Xun Ming was stunned for a moment.

A sense of unfamiliar familiarity slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.

It seems that he can't remember how long ago, someone touched his forehead like this?

But at that time, it seemed to be much gentler.

An inexplicable feeling slowly surrounded Xun Ming, he raised his head in a daze, and met a pair of beautiful ice blue eyes.

(End of this chapter)