Mysterious world, I was handed over by my daughter to Zhen Mosi

Chapter 44 From now on, you will practice with me
The sky was gloomy, and the snow-white ground was soaked with red blood.

In the distance, there are fires burning all over the sky, and a large number of tribal villages have been built near the mountains.

The shrill howls resounded continuously, and under the snowy night, an extremely huge monster could be seen, dragging a giant blood axe, wantonly in the sea of ​​flames.

A white figure fled in a hurry. It kept running towards the distance, and the bloodstains along the way attracted more monsters.

A black shadow strikes, piercing laughter spreads across the snowy night.

It looked back, becoming more frightened and frightened, and accelerated its speed again, but suddenly bumped into a person.

His forehead hurt and he fell directly to the ground.

When it raised its head, it saw a slender figure standing in front of it.

The flowing long hair danced with the wind, and the face was a bit vicissitudes, but it couldn't hide the handsomeness hidden under the sharp edge.

A mature charm emerges from the indifferent eyes, looking at it quietly.

It recognized the origin of the costume, and couldn't help becoming more frightened.

Looking back, there was a beautiful figure standing behind the long-haired man.

She is holding a guqin in her hand, her eyes are not black and white, but blue and faint.

The stomach is slightly bulging, as if she is pregnant.

Although she was gentle and had a slight smile on her face, she still couldn't erase the terrifying bloodline coercion exuding from her body.

That is... the generation of demons!
"Husband, it seems we don't have to go hungry tonight."

There were whispers, and the woman looked at the long-haired man with a smile.

Such a scene made it even more flustered, and its footsteps began to retreat.

But in the rear position, a black shadow killing intent was set off.

The long-haired man raised his head slightly, and a gleam of coldness appeared in his calm eyes.

convenient for an instant,
boom!
The snow mountain collapsed.

All the black shadows froze in the air, and even the boundless sea of ​​flames of the distant tribes were cut in half on the spot!
Blood spilled on the ground, and the surroundings fell into silence.

It was so frightened that it froze and lay on the snow, not daring to move.

The long-haired man suddenly stepped forward, bent down and hugged it in his arms.

The eyes were lowered, no longer cold and murderous, and there was a ray of tranquility.

"Nice fur."

Following this sentence, it turned pale with fright, shivered, and begged, "Please, don't eat me."

The woman behind blinked her eyes and said slyly: "Tell me, how many innocent people have you killed before?"

"No, not even the bad guys are harmed." It shook its head desperately.

The long-haired man patted it on the head, and whispered: "The ghost fox family naturally dislikes chaos, so they are not tolerated by other races."

"What's your name?"

"Ning Xiao'e, this is the name Father gave me."

"From now on, you can practice with me."

The long-haired man put it on his shoulders, and the eyes of the woman behind him were tender and full of love.

Her husband has always been like this, which is obviously different from the so-called gentleman.

In the eyes of outsiders, monsters are monsters and should be punished.

But the husband told her that sometimes, the human heart is more terrifying than demons, and there are differences between good and evil, benevolence and righteousness among demons.

She lowered her head and caressed her lower abdomen, and murmured, "It's been two hundred years, when will you be born, it's hard for your mother."

"In my opinion, it may take another eight hundred years." The long-haired man shook his head and smiled.

"It's all your fault." The woman said angrily, swinging her beautiful fist and hammering it.

The two figures walked under the snowy night, gradually drifting away until they disappeared.

……

The ripples on the ancient painting are constantly being fiddled with, but only Lan Xuejing can see Ning Xiaoe's memory.

That was the first time Ning Xiaoe met Chen Yu.

Lan Xuejing froze in place, her mind was rumbling, as if she had discovered some shocking secret.

Because the long-haired man in the ancient painting seems to be the legend of Dayan who has disappeared without a trace, a world-renowned genius in Shushan!
"Shen...Shen Nanqing?"

She was short of breath, a huge gap was torn open in her cognitive outlook, and her face appeared unbelievable.

In the square, everyone was still amazed.

Palace Master Zixia waved his hand lightly, and his disciples pushed the easel back to the main hall.

"Everyone, the banquet begins now." He smiled, but everyone was still thinking about it.

When he was seated, he was still talking about the woman in the painting.

And Lan Xuejing looked complicated, looked at the direction where the easel left, and then said to Chen Luoli beside him: "You stay by Uncle Gu's side, don't run around."

Chen Luoli nodded obediently, and then Lan Xuejing disappeared from the banquet.

The Fire Ghost King in his cuffs opened his eyes again, staring closely at the position behind the hall.

He had a premonition that something big was about to happen.

The Zixiao Palace is very large, with dozens of mountain peaks and thousands of palaces and caves. The easel leaves the main hall of the square, but it doesn't stay there.

Lan Xuejing pursued all the way, suppressed the aura of true energy, and saw the easel on the corridor leading to the highest peak.

"Chen Yu, are you sure? The Patriarch Zixiao here is the pinnacle of Martial King." Lan Xuejing asked hesitantly.

Taking the risk of stealing the ancient painting would definitely cause Zixiao Palace to be furious, and it was certain to be discovered.

But ancient paintings are obviously very important to Chen Yu.

Ning Xiaoe is obviously Chen Yu's maid, but in Chen Yu's heart, Ning Xiaoe is already his apprentice.

So when asked earlier, Chen Yu would refute.

This is the relationship between weight and interest. Lan Xuejing can steal it, but if he loses his life because of this, it would be too irrational.

Unless, the power of Chen Yucanshen is enough to shake the peak of King Wu.

"Your meridians will not be able to bear it."

In the depths of his mind, Chen Yu's whispers sounded. He was working hard to let himself wake up for more time with his remnant power.

"It's nothing, it doesn't matter." Lan Xuejing didn't care.

Without Chen Yu, she would have died several times.

After the words fell, he quietly followed up again.

Halfway through the corridor, there was finally a vacancy in the perimeter defense.

She shot out like an arrow, her true energy burst out, and the power of the Heavenly Human Realm should far exceed the two disciples.

There was a roar between the palms, and the two of them passed out on the spot.

Lan Xuejing hurriedly took down the ancient painting, and just as she turned around, a figure with hands behind her back was already standing at the end of her sight.

Her movements were slightly stiff, and she didn't feel any breath before. Where did this person come from?

"What do you mean by this?"

As the cold words came out, strands of true energy emerged, which was clearly in the middle stage of the Heaven-Human Realm.

He is like the guardian of the ancient painting sent by the ancestor Zixiao, and his eyes never leave the range of the ancient painting.

"Return it to its original owner." Lan Xuejing shrugged.

"absurd!"

When the cold drink sounded, the true energy suddenly exploded, and a horse training Changhong came to bombard it.

Lan Xuejing quickly dodged, and also activated the power of her true essence.

And such a movement has already spread to the square, and people from the Eight Desolation forces raised their heads one after another, with suspicion in their eyes.

Gu Chang'an looked back, but didn't find Lan Xuejing's figure, so his expression changed.

(End of this chapter)