This witch, please stay

Chapter 80 Broken
First, the old man felt uneasy when he thought of his careless daughter.

Although the arrangements had been made in the area of ​​Panyang Lake early on, and he had just hired that idiot as a bodyguard, but the old man couldn't let go of that heart.

Touching his forehead helplessly, the old man's face suddenly changed, and even his body was fluctuating for a while, like a ghost.

Away from countless barriers, the old man suddenly turned around and looked in one direction, his eyes wide open, like the rough paper door god on the door of an ordinary house.

In a secluded courtyard full of bright red crabapple flowers, the round and tall heroic woman in a green skirt folded off a flower branch beside her and threw it into the air.

The brightest crabapple in the courtyard, when it soared to the highest point, shattered and turned into light red petals that filled the sky, drifting down silently, like a sudden rain of flowers, falling to the world like this.

The woman in Tsing Yi, who had picked off the most beloved crabapple with her own hands, and smashed it to pieces with a burst of sword energy, turned around slowly, and walked to the place where a little loach was still sniffling with black paint. At the table, gently rubbed her little head.

It was the first and last time to answer her question.

"If you don't like it, I can't help it."

I really want to like him too, but...

I just know the kind of feeling I have for him, not liking...

The relationship between a man and a woman is sometimes so inexplicable and unclear.

After hearing the answer for the first time, Little Niach raised his head in a daze, and the tip of his nose was sore again.

The woman in Tsing Yi, whose figure was turning into spots of light from bottom to top and disappeared little by little, her lips quivered slightly, tears streaming down her face.

Yeah, why don't I like him...

Little Loach suddenly turned his head and yelled like crazy, and the two lines were full of tears:
"Father! Old man! Come out! Come out! You..."

Little Loach's voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end it was drowned in unstoppable sobs.

In the gazebo, the old man with slightly trembling hands slowly embraced his head, and knocked his head on the edge of the stone table like a child, not even daring to take another look.

As the "God" here, he naturally saw and heard everything in the courtyard before.

Although he knew that such a day would come, and he was mentally prepared for it, but this "little fat man" who was old and couldn't see the mellowness of the past, found that he still overestimated himself...

He still couldn't help but watch her die in front of his eyes again.

In the small courtyard, the woman in Tsing Yi, who had already dissipated most of her figure, finally rubbed the head of the little loach, and said softly with a crying voice that couldn't be stopped:

"Take care of yourself in the future."

Then Little Loach saw the soft palm pressing on his head shatter with a bang, turning into countless light spots and disappearing in the falling crabapple rain.

The crying of the little loach stopped abruptly, tears flowed from his eyes, but he stayed there as if he had lost his soul, as if he forgot how to move for a moment.

Soul flies away.

In the gazebo, the trembling old man's throat bulged, and he suddenly spit out blood.

The dark red blood splashed on the edge of the table, half of it spread out on the stone table, and half of it bounced onto the old man's blue Confucian shirt, staining the front of his shirt red.

The eye-catching bright red had just appeared not long ago, it flickered on and off for a while, and then turned into white spots of light and dissipated in an instant.

At the same time, the body of the old man began to flicker.

The old man who seemed to have suddenly lost a large piece of his heart felt a long-lost sense of fatigue, which made his eyelids tremble slightly. He just wanted to have a good sleep and rest for a while.

How old is this?

100 years? 1000?or longer?
The old man can't remember clearly.

Folding his hands, and resting his head on his forearms, the old man whose eyes were already narrowed into two small slits suddenly felt amused.

Because he remembered that when he was a little fat man, the seniors in the sect taught him, and that was how he slept in the audience.

In a blink of an eye, it has been many years.

I don't know if the old man would be pissed off when he knew I was going to die like this.

Who made him at such an age blindly find an apprentice like me?

According to the old man's temper, he shouldn't go to the south to die.

That's a good thing.

……

she...

……

Love doesn't know where it started, and love doesn't know where it will end.

Love doesn't know where it started, and love doesn't know where it will end.

Ha, that bitch really dares to say it.

……

Should I just turn around and leave?

……

Yep.

sorry……

……

The old man who was resting on his hands slowly closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

The entire secret world suddenly shook, and the blue sky that was originally clear and blue turned cloudy in an instant, and ravines suddenly appeared one after another, splitting countless mountains and rivers in an instant.

Mountains and rains are about to come, and the sky is falling apart.

All the creatures in the secret realm raised their heads almost at the same time, and looked at the suddenly unpredictable sky.

In the next moment, the whole world shattered and turned into a wisp of smoke in the long river of time.

……

"Hey, you're so hot, how can I take you back? What if someone saw you on the way and snatched you away?"

In the molten cave of the volcano, Xun Ming looked at the little golden fish attached to the back of his head, and was a little worried that it would suddenly poke him on the back of his head.

"Oh, that's easy."

As soon as the golden little fish finished speaking, it turned into a small golden sword in front of Xun Ming.

Although the expression on his face was very well controlled and he didn't show any flaws, Xun Ming directly scolded Guo Quintessence in his heart.

What the hell!

Flying sword? !
Xun Ming was a little restless at the time, and almost couldn't resist taking out two more spiritual fruits to strengthen his relationship with this uncle.

It seems that it was because he couldn’t speak when he became a flying sword, and the golden little fish changed back again, saying “Just put it in a square inch”, and then changed back into a flying sword, as if he didn’t want to delay him rushing back to “home "Itinerary.

Xun Ming nodded, and quickly put the golden flying sword into the storage ring, and then an irrepressible smile broke out on his face.

The little fat old man is really a hero.

I don't know if it's because his sincerity is the spirit, but just now he praised the old man's fate in his heart, and then he heard the old man's old voice:
"Time is running out, remember your promise, and the rest of the benefits will find you in Panyang Lake."

As soon as the words fell, a little black loach limply fell from mid-air, and just hit Xun Ming's head with a "chirp".

Xun Ming was just about to reach out to touch it, but he heard a muffled female voice from above his head:
"Don't bother me, or I'll kill you."

Like, still crying?

Xun Mingzheng was a little curious, but suddenly felt a strange movement from his feet, and his mind instantly calmed down.

This is?

In the next instant, lava, cliffs, everything collapsed in an instant.

The four characters "Secret Realm Broken" instantly appeared in Xun Ming's mind.

Before he had time to worry about it, the two flying swords "Mid Autumn Festival" and "Mo Yun" appeared in his palm in an instant, blending into the two black and white yin and yang fish, and moved quickly with his palm.

Yin and Yang are born together.

A yin-yang formation immediately emerged, enveloping Xun Ming and the little loach on his head.

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The past few days have been out of state, the more out of state the more anxious, the more anxious the more out of state.
Let’s look forward to the news that will be released this afternoon, what if it’s a good one?
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