I have a big problem with my past life

Chapter 22 There is still a dream
"Sun Bai, run away!"

Dongfang Qingyue, who recalled the Qingyue Excalibur, shouted at Ning Ye who was beside her.

After finishing speaking, she, who was seriously injured, burst out with great strength again like a flashback, and raised her sword to attack the old monk who had turned into a monster.

However, because Ning Ye was afraid of being put on small shoes, she didn't tell her her real name, so it took Ning Ye a while to realize that this "Sun Bai" was said to herself.

He glanced at Dongfang Qingyue, who was obviously at a disadvantage. Even she, the sword-wielding elder, couldn't deal with this perverted old bald donkey, let alone himself. He stayed only to add food to this old bald donkey.

One death is better than two deaths, this is the simplest mathematical reason.

And if he didn't run away at this time, wouldn't it be a disappointment to her dedication, making her desperate efforts meaningless?
After figuring this out, or finding a reason to comfort himself, Ning Ye immediately turned around, and at the fastest speed in his life, he slipped away without looking back, leaving a cloud of smoke and dust behind.

"boom!"

After only persisting for less than a minute, Dongfang Qingyue was sent flying, and she spat out a mouthful of blood with bruises all over her body.

Holding the sword, she staggered back to her feet and used the taboo technique again to burn the spiritual blood in her body in exchange for temporary strength, and attacked the old monk again, trying to delay Ning Ye's escape.

But this kind of behavior is obviously a drop in the bucket.

Dongfang Qingyue's body was blown away again, and the old monk who turned into a monster seemed to enjoy this cat-and-mouse dominance, and didn't immediately take her life away.

"Although the spiritual blood of the Dongfang family is very extraordinary, with your current body, how many times can you use the blood-burning technique? When the blood is exhausted, you will die. Why bother to work so hard?"

The old monk continued to tease: "But the poor monk is very puzzled by something. Could it be that the boy named Sun Bai is a girl and your lover is not successful, so that you will be so desperate to protect him?"

Dongfang Qingyue, covered in blood, struggled to stand up with her sword.

"I Dongfang Qingyue, since I am the sword-holding elder of the Dao League, I have the responsibility to protect the younger disciples in the Dao League! Besides, this person was also forced to come here by me, and I killed him. If you want to hurt him , then step over my corpse first!"

The technique of burning blood is performed again!

The old monk finally got tired of it, and when he defeated her for the third time, he directly cast a spell to seal her movements, preventing her from using the forbidden technique.

After all, it wouldn't taste good to turn into a mummy after burning blood like this, but he was looking forward to the taste of the Dongfang family's spiritual blood.

"Aren't you very concerned about that kid's safety? Then I'll go out now and bring his body back."

The old monk faced Dongfang Qingyue, who was restrained from all actions on the ground and unable to speak or speak.

However, before the old monk started to act, Ning Ye, who had run away before, threw himself into a trap and ran back.

Looking at Dongfang Qingyue whose clothes were stained blood-red on the ground, Ning Ye disturbed her head helplessly, and explained:

"I was on the way to escape just now. After thinking about it carefully, I still felt that it was very uncomfortable to do so, so I came back."

"I ran away as a big man, but left you as a weak... well, well, I was wrong, you are not weak at all, anyway, I left you as a girl alone in the hands of this perverted old bald donkey, I don't think I am. A man. Even if I am lucky enough to survive today, I will have no face to face this world in the future."

"I'm sorry to let you down! But although I don't know much about Taoism, I have brute force, and I still have a bit of fighting power. I will meet this perverted old bald donkey when I come back. After all, I still have dreams. , what if it’s a hell of a life!”

Ning Ye himself was very helpless, and he really wanted to run away, forget about it completely, and live a good life in the future.However, his annoying conscience and the man's fragile self-esteem did not allow him to do so.

"It's very good that you can come back to die by yourself, so that the poor monk won't have to work hard. If that's the case, I'll treat you as an appetizer before enjoying the Dongfang family's big meal."

"Old bald donkey, die!"

Ning Ye let out a loud roar, which was full of momentum, but the main purpose of these words was to embolden himself.

Although during this period of time, his physical fitness has improved like a rocket, and he can smash granite with a single punch, but he still has no chance of winning in the face of this perverted old bald donkey.

But it's already reached this point, it's meaningless to think about these things, the only thing to do is fight to the death!
Either kill this old bald donkey, or be beaten to death by this old bald donkey, there is no third choice!

Ning Ye gathered all his strength, clenched his iron fist, and swung his strongest blow at the old monk.

The old monk did not dodge or evade, allowing the punch to hit himself.

There was a muffled sound when fists collided.

The old monk lowered his head, looking at the bleeding wound on his waist, his expression was a little astonished, as if he didn't expect that the boy with low spiritual power in front of him could break through his own defense after demonization and hurt his powerful body.

Earlier, when he heard this kid say that he had brute force, the old monk completely scoffed, but now he also had to admit that the brute force of the other party was indeed very strong.

Although this wound did not pose any threat to him at all and would recover in a short while, the old monk still felt extremely angry.

Today, two fingers were cut off, and he also recognized it, after all, the other party was holding the Qingyue Divine Sword, the supreme Taoist tool.But it is a great humiliation that even this inconspicuous boy can hurt himself, as if he is mocking the body of Dacheng King Kong who is practicing himself, it is a joke.

In anger, the old monk decided to take action, ready to end this game of cat and mouse.

As the price of angering himself, the old monk decided not to let Ning Ye die in peace, vowing to crush him to ashes.

He stretched out his demonized arm as thick as a stake, grabbed Ning Ye's left shoulder, restrained him from escaping, and then slowly opened the black magic eyes between his brows, ready to use black flames to refine Ning Ye alive.

Facing the desperate situation again, although he already had the experience of the rat demon, this kind of thing is really not something he can get used to.

Ning Ye could already feel the scorching and terrifying aura brewing in the old bald donkey's third eye, and he would be familiar with it when the black flame came out.

Last time, the mutated rat demon died inexplicably at the last moment, so this time, will the miracle happen again?Unable to stand the scorching heat, Ning Ye, who was sweating profusely, anxiously prayed for a miracle to happen again.

But the reason why a miracle is a miracle is because it is irreproducible.If it can appear repeatedly, can it be called a miracle?

The answer is naturally no!

But, this is not a miracle of miracles, it happened again at this moment!

(End of this chapter)