The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

If it is him, what should he do?

Rebirth.

I want to make that person reborn.

Xu Shuanglin, who was huddled on the ground, whispered: "You didn't expect Nangong Liu to smear poison to kill Luo Fenghua directly. Under desperation, you will simply count, saying that the curse on the ring is left by Luo Fenghua. In the wrath of Weinan Gongliu, according to the rules of the Confucianism, Luo Fenghua’s body was put into the blood pool and was taken to the 18th floor of Hell.

"Is it crazy?" Xue Meng stunned. "Since Luo Fenghua is resurrected, he must be cherished by this person. Then why should he be pushed into the 18th floor of hell?"

"Because the soul enters purgatory, it can't be super-born." The ink burned at him, and there was pity in his eyes. "So Luo Fenghua will not reincarnate immediately. You can study the method of rebirth and let Luo Fenghua come back. Then, build an ideal. Bang, a place where you are a god, fair and just."

Xu Shuanglin: "..."

A few silences, the face of the festering people laughed a lot, he stared at the burning face: "Mo Zongshi, I found out today that you are a madman."

He paused and said in a very light voice: "Because there are only madmen, you can understand me."

After the words, I laughed indulging.

The laughter is like a winged ape. Although it is already drooping, it is still fiercely attached to the cliffs, and it will not reveal a weak point of death.

The ink burned and closed his eyes, and he whispered to him: "Nan Gongxu, you listen, there is still someone in the world of reincarnation. If you want, I will do my best to plead for the nostalgia. Master of sin, also with your master."

"..."

He spread his palm and handed the broken spiritual core back to Xu Sulin. "But please, tell me..."

He tried to catch the last floating grass to save his life.

He was stunned, and in a place that no one could see, there was a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

"Please tell me who the person who has been helping you is behind." Mo Yan said, "Who told you the reincarnation of such a evil door? Who taught you to treasure the chess game?"

Memory coincides with the past life.

In the smoky smog of the Confucianist Gate, Xu Shuanglin was in front of the leaves, and died under the chaos.

In this case, before the death of Xu Sulin in the past, there must have been no specific plan. But in this life, everything is different. Xu Shuanglin laid a mystery in Jinchengchi early, designed the peach blossom source to be amazed, the color butterfly town cracks, and after using the method of living sacrifices, it can quickly change the means and collect everywhere. Shenwu finally took Luo Fenghua out of purgatory.

This method of rebirth is certainly not what he himself thought of.

"Do you want to know?" Xu Shuanglin's eyes flashed with no bad intentions. "I am a man of skill, but I don't want to tell you."

"Do you prefer to die, do you have one of his pieces?"

"Chess?" Xu Shuanglin smiled. "You think too much. He knows me. I can understand my heart. He is the same person as me. Mo Zongshi, you are dead, I will never tell you. Who is it? You have to go to Lushan with great expenses, and you are satisfied with the road, but what about it?"

"..."

"In the end, the world will still be in chaos, and there will be a lot of smoke. The war will be disputed. He will still razor the upper and lower repairs to the ground and return to the scorched earth. Then, the good man gets paid, the wicked get the report, the person can live high, the mediocrity is slave "The smile of Xu Shuanglin's eyes is getting brighter and brighter. "It's really a good scene."

Xue Mengwen's furious: "What kind of good people have to pay for the evil people to report! What can live in Gaoyong as a slave! Others are good and evil, can be mediocrity, it is up to you to talk about it? You make a chess piece outside Those people...and Nangong Changying...and...and..."

He sneaked a glimpse of Chu's face, and could not help but lower his voice: "There is still Nangong." Xue Meng looked very unscrupulous and very wrong: "Is they willing to control it for you? Are they damn?"

"The sacrifice is always necessary." Xu Shuanglin gave him a faint look. "Xue Gongzi, you are still too young."

There was a kind of embarrassment in his expression. It seemed that he was not very willing to talk to people like Xue Meng who were so fierce. He turned his head back to ink.

"It falls into your hands, you want to kill it." He even said in an understatement. "There is still a lingering fruit in my Qiankun bag. You have to feel that you don't hate it. It doesn't matter if you feed me." ”

He said, coldly ridiculed: "In any case, at the age of twenty, I have already been overtaken by you, and you will come back this time."

Huang Xiaoyue said: "Who is Lingling over you? It’s shameless to open your mouth and say something!"

But the ink burns clearly the meaning of Xu Shuanglin.

The twenty-year-old is not in the body, but in the soul.

Nangong has also devoted himself to practice, and he once had a good heart. He also listened to the teacher and respected him. He wanted to be a gentleman and a sword.

And that Lingshan Conference, but he will be a thousand.

The ink burned closed his eyes and saw that Xu Shuanglin was miserable and could not live for too long. Perhaps because he is too similar to his predecessor, even if there is hatred and resentment, at this moment, he is somewhat unbearable. He said: "... Luo Fenghua soul core is still there, you should not be the reincarnation curse If you use it again, you may see him again."

“Let’s show again?” Xu Shuanglin smiled. He looked at the nucleus in his hand with great interest, and looked at his own flesh that was lacking in spiritual strength and was rapidly festering. He lazily said, “I am going to die. I am dead, there is no fairness in the world, what is the use of his return? It is not a crime, it is bullied by your big door."

He said, suddenly his eyes sank, and he personally crushed the soul core, the pieces plunged into the palm of his hand, full of blood.

Ink burning: "!"

Xue Meng: "Are you crazy?!"

Everyone is ignorant, some are stunned, some are gray and some are full of vigilance, and they all stare at the man on the ground who is not a ghost or a ghost.

Xu Shuanglin did not care, he looked at the last trace of Luo Fenghua in this world, watching it completely smouldering, finally burst into tears and burst into tears, laughing and horrible.

From now on, no one can see anyone, no one can hate anyone, they have become soil, become gray, very good, very good.

He slowly got up, staggered and walked under the eyes of the crowd, and walked to the front of the gods, where there was a weapon, it was awkward.

He sat down and used a smashed finger to sway a few strings.

The rebellion of the Zhenqi chess game became more and more serious. His seven scorpions began to bleed, his fingers began to burn, and eventually the whole person was swallowed up by the fire, but he still played in the fire.

His look seems to be a little comforting, some relaxed, but those who are comforting and relaxed can no longer be seen, his flesh is rapidly shrinking, distorted, and dry.

The fire is bullying.

Xu Shuanglin’s sloppy voice was heard from the fire. The voice was faint and calm, and it was still unruly. It seemed that the pain of the big one could not control him, and the death that was near could not coerce him.

"The weak crown is the best, the light hoof is fast, look at the end of the world..."

There are many elderly people in the crowd, who are all in this lazy, light and light tone, and suddenly remembered the young man at the Lingshan Conference.

Cranes and Tsing Yi, the eyebrows are upright.

The young man came out of the dark martyrdom and walked out of the memory of the wasteland. He entered the stadium with confidence and carried his sword with his battles. His hands were filled with the old swordsman who practiced swordsmanship.

He is so young, so handsome, so flamboyant, and even some people. He passed through the ten sects of the sects and the spectators who sang in the mountains, and suddenly smiled and smiled. The young man in his early twenties stopped, his waist was straight, facing the sun-drenched field, and holding his fist in the bright future of his eyes:

"Confucianism Gate, Nangong Fushi. Today's first battle, please also ask your predecessors, I have enlighten me."

Finally live up to the youth tour.

After a long time, the fire was extinguished, leaving only five unarmed gods on the soul-studded stage, and another rebirth that has not completely disappeared and is circling in the air.

Luo Fenghua or Xu Shuanglin is not there anymore.

Xue Zhengyi was a little unbelievable, squinting his eyes and muttering: "Is this all over?"

"Amitabha, the cause and effect of reincarnation, are retribution." The master of the mysterious temple of Wushou Temple closed his eyes and sighed. "Daddy hopes that all hatred in the world will be attributed to the dust."

Xue Meng blinked at him, this old vulture, there is not much power on the way, but it is quite a fight.

"What should I do next?" he asked, "Is it going down the mountain? But he still has a colleague, we don't know who that person is."

Just talking, suddenly Jiang Yan screamed: "Beware! Go back!"

Everyone slammed into his gaze, only to see that the rebirth of the air in the air narrowed to half a slap in the palm of his hand, and it was re-spreading at an alarming rate. The sky was like a crack in the sky. There was a twist of blackness inside.

Xue Meng was shocked: "What happened? Xu Shuanglin died, should this re-enactment disappear with it?!"

Jiang Yan pinched his fingers and stared at the eyes for a moment, whispering a curse: "No, no! This is not a corpse! It is not a rebirth! We are good, Xu Shuanglin, I am afraid I have been cheated!"

"What?" Xue Meng was shocked. "Not a corpse, not a rebirth? What will it be!"

Jiang Yan said: "It doesn't matter at all. It is imperative that this formation cannot be completely formed."

In addition to him, several other masters are also very responsive, between the electric and the Flint, the most non-nonsense Chu nightning has been asked to go out and hit the enchantment center! Unexpectedly, although he was the first to take the lead, some people followed closely. The crowd suddenly plucked a dark blue shadow, like a cheetah culling, flashing the dagger in the sleeves, slamming toward the back of Chu’s late night, actually Seems to stop his actions.

"Master!"

"Master -!!"

The two exclamations are Xue Meng and Shi Yi, but they are far away, and it is too late to help.

A bang.

It was the sound of the blade that fell into the flesh and blood. Xue Meng suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened it, it was already unmanned. He looked at the direction with his white face.

He is stunned.

The author has something to say: Some people don’t understand the problem that Luo Fenghua and Ye Yexi are not like:

The image of the leaf before the crowd is not the same as that of her in Nangong and Xu Shuanglin. This is also a soft explanation of why some people think that the leaf has changed. She likes her in front of others who like it. On the side of her daughter's side, she is not a fixed masked man with a gentleman's label.

Besides, Luo Fenghua, Luo Fenghua in the mouth of all outsiders are respectful and courteous, and there are a lot of advances and retreats. Now Luo Fenghua, who is now seen, will be ashamed, hesitant, and as soft as it is, why? One is because of age. The Luo Fenghua age group in the memories I saw was in his younger age, and the monks in the text felt like them. It was because the monks knew him. He experienced two changes in the martial art and finally became the Confucianist. The mature age of the Lord. If Luo Fenghua, who was a young man at the beginning of his age, had a later demeanor, he was a person who had never seen a poor person in the world. I think it was totally inconsistent with the logic... The second reason is that Luo Fenghua in the memory is from From the perspective of Xu Shuanglin, Luo Fenghua is the closest person to the most close to him, and he is relatively relaxed. He will cry and laugh and be soft. Of course, he couldn’t be in front of the crowd when he was still in front of the crowd, and he looked like a temper. If he treated the Quartet as a disciple, it was waiting for the Confucianism to be slaughtered...

Therefore, before Xu Shuanglin walked, Luo Fenghua was the soft master.

After Xu Shuanglin left, Luo Fenghua was the head of the gentleman's wind in everyone's mouth.

Just like Xu Shuanglin’s transformation in this life, Ye Yexi is the gentleman of the gentleman in the eyes of everyone.

Later, Xu Sulin Lin revealed the true face, the Confucianism door was ruined, and the Nangong Temple was lonely and unrecognizable. Ye Yexiong became a soft woman who was willing to help him.

He changed from softness to resoluteness, she changed from softness to softness, and the lives of two people were reversed. Because it is a supporting role, I will not write about each of their stages, and I will not be able to detail them in the eyes of each group. Many of these supporting roles are left to be understood by everyone, and I am thinking that I have some Explain the plot of the necessary explanations, explain my own thoughts, and crappy