My Darling Sick Beauty

The light is dim here.

Mingjing looks at the shaking wick without saying a word, silent as ice.

His attitude of refusal is like this. When he encounters things he doesn't want to see or deal with, he can only have infinite silence without turning around and means.

"Do you have anything else to ask?" The end.

He seems to have the desire to tell others that the little monk in front of him seems to be a good candidate.

Mingjing turns to look at him.

The little monk didn't have the idea to do it, because he knew he couldn't beat the thing in front of him. Elder Changhe's body is a very powerful type of banbu Jinxian. In addition, his body is not a real banbu Jinxian, but one of the origins of all things.

It's Taoism.

Tao species are derived from the origin of three thousand Avenue, and belong to a part of the world - but only when they are dead.

If a part of the origin awakens consciousness, it will be out of the original line.

The word "extrication" is not necessarily the meaning in the minds of ordinary people. Mingjing can't guess, but he feels that his purpose will inevitably bring benefits, which will be brought by destruction.

"You're suffocating." At the end of the day, he spread out his hand. In the palm of his hand, there was a mass of heaven's murders. This was collected by him during this period, which was used to speculate the degree of hostility of heaven to him.

Mingjing looks at him.

"But Zhang Chengzhi is too stuffy to breathe. Maybe you are very suitable. It's a pity that you are a bald man, and you may also be born Buddha. Your life and eternal life do not belong to others, but to Buddha. "

Finally, with the body of Changhe xianzun, he would naturally say a few words for Zhang Chengzhi: "at that time, you misunderstood him, too. He snatched the seed of Taoism not only because of his own needs - the main road is ahead, but also because of the struggle. Why not? He thinks that if he succeeds, he will kill you. "

From the point of view of the onlookers, everyone thinks that a Buddhist monk who is dedicated to transforming evil spirits will only be hated by evil spirits.

At the beginning, it was true. He was itching with hate. He wanted to tear him up. He hated the extreme and tenacity of Buddhism.

However, with the change of time, Zen's way of crossing has also evolved from the most intense means to mild encroachment. He quietly passes many evil spirits away to evil nature, turns them back to heaven and earth, and lets them release their resentment and dissipate on the spot.

His practice made Lord he want to kill him day and night. But when he got along with Zen Yiche for a long time, and his killing intention gradually weakened, he was suppressed by Zhang Chengzhi, the friend of the other party and the immortal of Changhe. He locked his body with a long-standing Tongyou giant chain and pressed under the endless waves of the Styx river.

Zen didn't approve of Zhang Chengzhi's practice. He felt that his opponent's action was against the heart of Tao, and it was difficult for him to succeed. He also didn't think that the end of Tao was suitable for Zhang Chengzhi, a merciless Taoist monk. Even if he was born with a common way, there was the possibility of all things returning to one.

But he didn't do anything, didn't want to save the ghost, and didn't change his mind. He accompanied the mighty river Styx to wake up and sleep together. He meditated for thousands of years in front of Ho Suo. Five steps away from him, he recited the crossing mantra for thousands of years.

No one can shake the firm mind of Buddhism.

His ambition has not been fulfilled, but it has come to an end. Millennium crossing has almost no effect. It can only make his lotus stand wither, Buddha's heart dust and time run out.

In order to avoid the face-to-face thunder implicating the innocent, Chan Yiche arranged everything needed for reincarnation in advance. When the technique fails and the barrier is removed, only the golden relic and lotus terrace in his body are left at the bottom of the Styx river.

This is a relic and a keepsake.

Reincarnation is not as simple as imagined. It is unknown when the wandering spirit will find a suitable body and walk in front of an old friend.

In this process, Zhang Chengzhi never met with Zen. Changhe xianzun's reputation is growing day by day, but at its peak, he retreated bravely, handed down his mantle and successor, and closed up alone.

Since then, there has been no news.

Later generations acquiesced to write in the record that Changhe xianzun fell under the thunder. Who really heard the thunder of heaven many years ago?

On the other side, you can only see the remains of the body.

Mingjing listens to Zhongmo daozhong's good words from elder Changhe, and makes a totally different change of expression with this lonely, straight and cold face.

He only felt that time was in a hurry, a thousand years in a flash.

"I'm wrong. You're more boring than Zhang Chengzhi." Finally, he yawned and said he was tired“ Can't you just talk to me? You're not curious? "

"..." Mingjing raised her eyes, looked at him and said, "what do I ask you

The other side laughed, obviously to deceive him to say: "of course."

"Good." Mingjing said, "the ghost of elder Changhe is still there, so it will bind you. But when you see me, the ghost disappears. Now it's gone, isn't it?"

At the end of the good time to nod: "yes."

"You've been fighting for thousands of years." In the end, you won. You want to destroy the world to break away from the control of the source. Because of your appearance, the way of heaven also releases the opportunity to kill, in order to save itself, right

He glanced at the palm of each other's hand and saw a wisp of heaven's killing machine slowly dispersed.

At the end, Dao Zhong's eyes were slightly fixed: "yes."

"Cutting the boundary membrane is to disintegrate the power of master Jiang. He is the most promising person in the past thousand years. You are afraid of him." People who have never spoken are always accurate and terrifying, "but it seems that you have changed your plan many times in the middle of the way, and now you have to do something to master Jiang. I'm afraid it's not for him, but for hearing from others and respecting the Lord."

He couldn't say it.

Because the killing machine of heaven in the other party's hand condensed into a thin thread, carefully cut his throat, penetrated into it and cut off the vocal cord.

Mingjing lowered his head, covered his mouth and coughed several times. His voice became hoarse and confused. The scarlet blood beads flowed from his lips and throat. He supported on the ground with one hand and was stuck by the foreign body drilling into his throat.

The person standing opposite stood up and turned his back. He seemed to appreciate his embarrassment for a while. Then he said with a smile, "monk Huijian, you'd better be quiet and more likable."

At the end of the sentence, I still had leisure to think that if Zhang Chengzhi, the old man, saw this scene, he would be so angry that he would lift the coffin.

After a long time, he finally defeated Zhang Chengzhi in some way.

For example, such a person has no beginning, no end of silent love, from life to death, never speak.

No, it has never been born. From the beginning, it is the end of death. It has never changed.

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Even after learning about Changhe xianzun's life and knowing part of his image in Guixiu's mind through he Zhixiang's mouth, Jiang Zheliu still finds it hard to connect this one with revenge society.

There must be some reason.

But he didn't have enough information.

On the contrary, the aftereffects of the sound of the zither did not converge. All the way to the distance, the ground was full of potholes and vegetation.

The direction of the afterwave spreads into a rift valley.

Under the rift valley, after being explored by the night spirit of Wen Ren, a well arranged border was found.

After the border, there are more borders. The magic weapons of various illusions are thrown into the valley at will. There is a deeper rift not far away, which is not formed overnight.

Zhang Chengzhi has long been awake.

But Jiang Zheliu always thinks that this trace is too obvious, but now, the two strongest people in the world are sent by him, and there is no reason why they dare not go.

But he did some planning.

There is no need to confirm the identity of master Mingjing. Chang Qian locks up the cat, but he appears beside Jiang Zheliu.

He will protect his brother. If achu is here, he will make the same decision. And one very important thing

Chang Qian takes a look at the little uncle in front of him and silently rubs the seal token in his sleeve, thinking of his words of that day.

If you have a sharp blade in your hand, you also have the risk of hurting yourself by mistake.

The other side wants to minimize these risks.

Hearing that night, he regained his divine consciousness and described the situation below slowly with the Taoist companions beside him. He Zuoshi sat on a mass of black air, floating in the air, and his whole body was full of annoying ghosts.

"I don't know which border is where the old monster is." Ho Suo felt his chin and quickly withdrew his part of divine consciousness. When he was injured, he should not show his spiritual consciousness. Otherwise, if he was attacked, it would be more difficult for him to recover.

"Just break it all." It's cold and neat at night.

He looked up at him and scratched his hair irritably: "who knows if Zhang Chengzhi has melted that kind of Taoism and made a mystery. What does he want to do?"

He has already got rid of himself, and his hatred for the old monster is not as serious as before. On the contrary, he is more afraid.

Zhang Chengzhi didn't melt the end of the Tao. It was the end of the Tao that melted him. He had his own ideas.

"The worst is to destroy the world."

Wen renye scanned it again with his divine sense. Then he turned his head and told the little willow many times. He felt that he had said the things he should pay attention to. Then he dusted his clothes and prepared to jump down the rift valley to tear up the thing that was jumping around under his eyes.

Jiang Zheliu pulled him for a while. Seeing the little demon king's puzzled eyes, he thought for a while. He still didn't tell his own idea, but said: "really don't let me go down?"

Wen renye nodded his head seriously. It seemed that he had thought it over carefully. His dark purple eyes were staring at his lover, full of the smell of doubt: "it's hard for you not to get hurt in this kind of fight."

"My accomplishments recover..."

"Less than a quarter recovered." The little devil corrected cruelly.

"You are only a little better than Yuanying now." He frowned and looked at Chang Qian. "I'll let the snake follow you. If it's in danger, you can stop it and give me time to come back."

"... well." Jiang Zheliu nodded thoughtfully, straightening out the hidden but unfulfilled thoughts in his mind, "let me see..."

"Don't think about it." The little devil is a little overbearing. He thinks that this is the safest way for the broken willow, and it can also make him feel at ease, "that's it, you listen to me."

He ignored who was in charge of his family. Although Jiang Zheliu was gentle and calm, good tempered, and sometimes soft, he seldom listened to Wen renye's words.

He has his own ideas. His thinking, personality and every choice are independent, mature and stable. It's different from Wen Ren Ye. Although Wen Ren Ye looks like the biggest evil character and villain in many popular stories, it's really obedient and obedient.

Jiang Zheliu didn't agree, but he didn't veto it. He just looked at the other side with reserve, and then looked away to see what he was looking like.

"He Zun Zhu." He said, "in case of danger..."

"It's hard for you to be in danger." He seemed to TUT a, "he himself is dangerous, by contrast, I am the most dangerous."

Jiang Zheliu: "well, take care?"

"You're welcome." He Suo looked at him and seemed to notice that the other party had some special ideas. "Don't die. If you die, the whole world will be finished."

He means that the brain, which is hard to use, can't be stimulated for a second time.

Jiang Zheliu nodded and responded to the little demon king placidly. Then he watched them enter the rift valley. With his divine sense, he could only notice the collapse of the third barrier.

It was hard to see the trace afterwards. He pulled the corner of his often dry coat and asked, "help me to have a look. Tell me when you are about to fight."

Chang Qian was silent for a moment, but he couldn't help saying: "fight quickly?"

"Well."

"... with all due respect, you can't fight." Chang Qian said implicitly.

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Zheliu stares down, "let's steal."

The speaker is calm and the listener is confused. Chang Qian was stunned for a while, and the silly energy of his childhood came up again. He swallowed his saliva and said in a small voice, "isn't it OK? My little uncle has only gone for half a quarter of an hour, less than... "

"I mean to steal master Mingjing."

The little snake was more nervous, and felt that his name was not protected, so he said: "it's even worse to steal the monk..."

Jiang Zheliu was silent for a moment. He moved his eyes and looked at him. He said calmly, "the kind of thief who doesn't take off his clothes."

Chang Qian: "Oh."

At the same time, it makes people feel a little disappointed.

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Snake family, can you be pure. Liu Liu, you too, look at the edification of your two children, all yellow!