Heavenly Lord With An Unreliable System

Liu Qingjun stares at the black fog, slightly tilts his head and looks puzzled.

Gu Bai asked in a low voice, "what's the matter, master, do you know him?"

The man was enveloped in layers of black fog and could not see clearly.

Liu Qingjun tried to dispel the fog with his spirit power. Strangely, as soon as the blue spirit power touched the fog, it disappeared immediately.

He frowned.

"This man It's strange. "

I'm afraid it's not an ordinary role for Liu Qingjun.

Gu Bai was even more puzzled. What was the reason? Such a powerful man should try his best to kill Xie Xinghe.

Seeing the black fog approaching, he bit his lip and cried Yuanyuan in his heart.

The fog, like a ghost, rushed towards Gu Bai quickly.

With a wave of Liu Qingjun's hand, the fog bumped into a light film.

"Who is it?" The black robed man's face changed when he saw that the attack was blocked.

He soon realized that the light film could not be made by Xie Xinghe, who had no spiritual power.

Then he heard a sigh.

If the sigh is near or far away, it doesn't mean much pity. It just seems that it's too early to end.

The black robed man seemed to be aware of something. He looked up at Gu Bai.

There, slowly outline the figure of the youth.

"Liu, Qing, Jun." He recognized the man at a glance and called out the name word by word, almost gnashing his teeth.

Liu Qingjun was surprised: "do you know me?"

"Oh," the black robe mockingly moved his lips, "no one in the world knows you."

"So you've been staring at him again..." Black robe's voice sounded a little more hateful, "why, still not let him go?"

Who won't let go?

Gu Bai was confused, but he was sure that Liu Qingjun understood what heipao said.

Because when he glanced aside, he could see that the fingertips of the man holding his sleeve tightly were white because of too much force.

"It's you." Liu Qingjun suddenly realized.

He also chuckled: "in the end, who is not willing to let go."

Smell speech, black robe seems to be very angry, the whole body of black fog become more rampant.

Gu Bai didn't ask who they were talking about or what it had to do with him. He just pulled the sleeve of laliu Qingjun: "master, will we be ok?"

Liu Qingjun looked down at him.

It seems that there is a faint light passing by. Gu Bai can't help squinting, and his face becomes blurred.

He can only hear Liu Qingjun's voice clearly ring out, with a strange gentle: "don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Master..." What else did Gu Bai want to say, but his consciousness became faint. He shook his head and heard Liu Qingjun say, "just have a sleep."

There was also a sneer in black robe: "Liu Qingjun, are you afraid of being heard by him?"

“……”

Then there was darkness.

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"is younger martial brother awake?"

"It's like I'm awake. Hurry up and call martial uncle!"

Gu Bai rubbed his eyes. Immediately someone helped him up and handed him a cup of tea.

He drank a few mouthfuls in a daze, and his consciousness gradually returned.

In front of him was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He looked at Gu Bai with concern and asked, "younger martial brother, how do you feel? Is there anything wrong with you?"

People who cultivate immortals usually keep their appearance when they first visit the immortal gate. Among the hundreds of millions of people, there are not many people who can practice, and few people who can spend their whole life walking through the immortal gate.

This man can enter China when he is 30 years old. He is well-dressed. He is also called his younger martial brother

Gu Bai had a guess in his mind.