Death’s infinite system

Oh. Poor Yu seemed to feel a little weak, stood in place, and sighed softly: “Speaking of this, it is also the teacher’s fault, if there was no mistake at the time, you didn’t have to do it.” ”

“Master doesn’t need to say, no one can predict what happened at that time, fortunately, the ancestor saved my life at that time, and the foundation of cultivation is now just repeating what happened back then, and this time will definitely succeed!” If the water is hard.

“You are like this. So break the boat, just to help your sister. Is it worth it? Poor Jade stroked Shui Shui’s hair, with a pitying look in her eyes.

“As long as it’s for my sister, it’s worth it. Most importantly, I want to become stronger and become a teacher and sister. I can be alone so that I can share my worries not only as a substitute, but also for my sister. Ruo Shui nodded.

“It’s also good” Poor Yu sighed again: “You know, how painful it was, and then you tried to endure it a little.” ”

Poor Yu’s lips were still moving, but Nanfeng could no longer hear what she was saying. The scene in front of Nanfeng changed again. The picture in front of him is broken. The south wind seems to have entered the whirlpool again. Under the whirlpool, he came to a new place.

This time, he came to a familiar place, but it was in the temporary camp of a group of people in Xuanyu City, and he was outside the big tent where the little monk Jin was.

Many monks walked around the camp, looking like martial law. Just outside the marquee, dozens of monks stood on the spiritual platform.

“I am.” Nanfeng was a little stunned, but then a monk passed directly through his body and didn’t see him at all.

“Meng Gang?” Nan Feng frowned, the person he knew was Meng Gang, and he had a good relationship when he was in the camp.

At this time, Meng Gang hurriedly rushed to a small tent, still saying, “Don’t happen to me.” ”

The south wind came out of the big tent. At this time, a monk wearing a black mask came out of the tent. At that time, he followed Nanfeng into the big forest, and was finally discovered by Nanfeng, and later killed by Qiuyue.

The masked monk said something to the monk, and the centaurs quickly dispersed, and Nanfeng frowned. He ignored everyone and went straight into the tent, where five small monks were present, including poor jade.

At this time, poor Yuzheng’s face was angry, looking at the woman lying in her arms, the woman was still sleepy, and Nanfeng saw at a glance that the man was Ruoshui.

“At this time, it was Ren Yuan who brought her back, at this time, Chengjin and I should be waiting there, and Ouyang should arrange the array at this time.” Nanfeng thought about it, and also thought about when.

“The relationship between their two teachers and sisters is so good that it is now.” Nanfeng pressed his chin, but just as he remembered, a person suddenly appeared in the tent.

It was Qiuyue, with a face full of anger, walked to the poor jade, looked at the water lying in his arms, and became even more angry.

“Can’t she see me?” Nanfeng frowned slightly and stood in front of the tent. Qiuyue could see him as soon as she pushed the door open, but she passed by him, as if nothing had happened, and she didn’t see him at all.

“It’s good too” Nanfeng shook his head, he already knew what happened next. At this time, Ren Jinzheng took Chen Bi, Wei Xing and others to find it, and it was in this battle that he brought the “new” back before he got what came later.

“But why didn’t she kill me?” Nanfeng left the tent, stood on a small mountain bag, and silently closed his eyes.

I don’t know how long it was, Nanfeng opened his eyes again, he saw the monk Yuan Ying in the big tent, he came out, yes, even he came out, at this time, he also saw Arbor looking at him seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

It was after this glimpse that the photo in front of Nanfeng turned into fragments again, and he appeared outside a tent again. At this time, it should be early in the morning. He looked in one direction and found that the other direction was practicing Qinglian’s sword technique on the mountain. Every sword he hit was no different from Nan Feng’s memory. He could even remember what he thought after each sword hit.