After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Yang Mei knew it would come to this. He said in a relaxed tone, "What should I do? I think what Daoist Hongjun said makes sense!"

Luo Hou's heart suddenly jumped: "Yang Mei, don't listen to him, I!" What did I say? Luo Hou didn't know that Hongjun was telling the truth. He had been planning to take someone else's magic weapon, which was Yang Mei's life magic weapon.

At this moment, another person's voice was heard outside the formation: "Why not just kill them both? Why kill one and let the other go?"

Hongjun and Luohou both frowned. Who is this person? The voice sounded familiar, as if he had heard it before... Hongjun was the first to think that it was Shichen, a Chaos Demon God that he had killed before Pangu created the world!

what 's wrong? !

Hongjun claimed to be a cautious person, so it didn't make sense that people who died at his hands could escape?

Although Yang Mei did not make a clear statement, the Zhu Xian Sword Formation already showed signs of strangling both people inside.

It stands to reason that if Hongjun and Luohou reached a temporary alliance at this time, there is still a great possibility of breaking out. Hongjun is also considering the possibility of joining forces with Luohou.

But Luohou already hated Hongjun. When a person is at the end of his rope and his enemy happens to be in front of him, it is easy for him to attribute all his past problems to this person.

For example, when he and Yang Mei became enemies, Luohou felt that it was all Hongjun's fault!

So even at this point, Luohou had no intention of joining forces with Hongjun to break the formation. He only wanted to kill Hongjun!

Seeing Luohou's desperate attack on him, Hongjun gnashed his teeth in anger. Did Luohou stab his brain with the God-killing Spear? It was obvious that the best strategy now was for the two of them to join forces. Why didn't he understand? !

Yang Mei and Shi Chen were watching coldly outside the formation. He knew that Luohou would die today, but Hongjun would at most be seriously injured.

"Is it really impossible to kill Hongjun here?" Shi Chen said unwillingly.

Yang Mei's eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Without Hongjun, who will go to Hedao? You?"

Shichen was a little discouraged, and the translucent figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Go back to the Chaos Pearl. Out of sight, out of mind. As long as he can’t see it, he will think that Hongjun is dead.

Yang Mei stood in mid-air and raised his head slightly. He seemed to see the heavy calamity energy pressing down on the sky above the ancient world slowly dissipating.

The calamity of the ancient times is somewhat similar to the greed, anger, and ignorance in the world, but the former is far more terrifying than the latter.

The disasters in the world can still be solved by human power, but what about the great disaster in the ancient times?

There is not even one person in the prehistoric world who has successfully ascended to the level of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

"It's time." Yang Mei muttered to herself, then waved her hand to put away the Zhu Xian Sword Formation.

The figures of Hongjun and Luohou were revealed in the formation. Luohou's God-killing Spear had pierced Hongjun through the heart, but in fact, it was Luohou who was closer to death.

Hongjun's Jade Disc of Creation had already severely damaged Luohou's altar. Luohou was just holding on for a breath at this time, trying to drag Hongjun down to hell with him.

"It seems like there is a result?" Yang Mei looked at them calmly, "Then I won't accompany you anymore. After today, the cause and effect between you and me are understood. If there is a chance for us to meet again, it's best to disappear before I find out."

In the first small world, Yang Mei learned a saying: A real man never looks back at an explosion. There was no explosion now, but he didn't plan to stand there and stare at others stupidly. What he had to do was done.

This trip back to the prehistoric world was really a gain. My cultivation level improved, I killed one enemy, and severely injured another one.

Yang Mei was very happy.

In particular, he discovered that during the time he was away, many new treasures were born in the prehistoric world, so he decisively stayed in the prehistoric world and became a treasure hunter for a full hundred years. He found rare minerals, spiritual plants and springs, and even excavated a lot of land.

Of course, Yang Mei, who has received modern education, believes that he has a strong awareness of environmental protection. He digs the ground in moderation and will definitely not affect the sustainable development of Honghuang.

Later, because there were so many rare treasures collected, Yang Mei began to study Xumi Jiezi, while the great master of Honghuang was still at the level of mastering the world in his sleeves.

To be honest, it is not impossible to have a world in your sleeve. It is convenient and not easy to lose. The size of the space depends on the level of one's cultivation.

Although the world in the sleeve does not mean to stuff everything together, you can separate different things as long as you want, but Yang Mei just can't accept it.

This may be called the late stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Although he knew that everything had its own independent space in his sleeve, he just felt that something was wrong.

The size of a mustard seed that contains Mount Sumeru has nothing to do with one's personal cultivation level. It mainly depends on the person who made it's understanding of the laws of space and the quality of the materials used in its creation.

Yang Mei: This is a perfect match for our majors.

Belts, hairbands, hairpins, finger rings... Yang Mei had let herself go and made a lot of Xumi mustard seeds. One for clothes, another for magic weapons, the big one for ores, the small one for feathers...

Because of the strong demand of time, Yang Mei made double portions of everything.

"Okay, let's go to the next world."

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(Highlight: Black Gryffindor!)

Selwyn House, Somerset, England.

Yang Mei was curled up in the hanging chair on the balcony of his bedroom. The warm sunlight sprinkled on his face, exuding a sense of peace and tranquility... In fact, he was avoiding the reality of going downstairs to eat.

I don’t know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing, but this small world tour has randomly turned him into a foreigner.

OK, foreigners are not impossible. When he was in the first small world, he also stayed abroad for a long time and visited many countries one after another.

But there is one thing, when Yang Mei was in the first small world, it was already the 21st century, and communication and transportation were very convenient. For Yang Mei, the most important thing was that he could eat authentic Chinese food in a foreign country.

Yes, he just has a Chinese stomach.

It’s okay to eat foreign food once or twice occasionally, how can you eat it every day?!

But in this small world, it is only 1983, and the ancient country in the far east is in a period of rapid development. People are busy with their own affairs, so how could there be chefs coming from abroad? Even if there are, how many can there be?

Having said that, Yang Mei is a good cook, but he is lazy. He cooks occasionally just for fun, but it would be a shame to cook every day!

And he is only three years old now, three years old! His parents love him very much, how could they allow him to go into the kitchen and cook?

It was impossible to do it, he would rather starve to death than go down to eat French fries.

“Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle~” His stomach has its own ideas.

Yang Mei turned a deaf ear.

"Guguji~"

"...Poof!" Help! Yang Mei made himself laugh. It seemed like his stomach really had its own thoughts, and it would change its tone while growling.

Ah, I'm so hungry.

The mortal body just can't do that. When I'm hungry, I feel like my intestines are spinning in my stomach.

Ask him to guess what's for lunch today. Well, probably sausage and mash, fish and chips, maybe a little roast chicken, but if nothing goes wrong, there will definitely be herring jelly!

When he thought of the herring jelly, Yang Mei wanted to pinch his philtrum, and also wanted someone to bring him an oxygen device.

How could there be such bad food in the world, and eel jelly was the favorite of his old father Celeste Selwyn.

I wonder if his subordinates know that their wise, powerful, cold and majestic boss is actually a heavy lover of herring jelly in private.

Yang Mei believed that everyone's unique hobbies should be respected, just like he liked to eat stinky tofu and durian. Usually, when Celeste was eating herring jelly, he would ask the kitchen to make a not-so-authentic stinky tofu, and then he would sit opposite Celeste to eat it. Whoever left first would lose.

What surprised Yang Mei was that Celeste was always enthusiastic to join him in playing.

But today, Yang Mei really couldn't muster up the interest.

He felt that he might be sick, but he didn't feel any physical discomfort yet. He was just in a bad mood and had the urge to tear down the house.

If he were a real child, he might have cried and made a fuss according to his mood, but he was an old antique who had lived for who knows how many years, so he just recited the Heart Purification Sutra when he felt a little emotional.

Just reading this sutra instantly eliminated his worldly desires. His stomach clearly told him that he was hungry, but his mind was still filled with thoughts like “A heart as clear as ice will not be startled by the collapse of the sky. A heart that remains calm despite all changes, a spirit that is at peace and tranquil…”

……

Celeste Selwyn and Fleury Selwyn, who were downstairs, felt worried when they saw that Yang Mei had not come down to eat for a long time.

"Is Phil so obsessed with his experiment again that he forgot to eat?" Florence said helplessly.

Celeste put down the newspaper in his hand: "I'll go up and take a look, you eat first."

Fleury smiled and shook her head: "I'd better go up with you."

"Okay." Celeste looked at Florence with eyes full of love and made a gentleman's invitation to Florence. Florence covered her mouth with her hands and chuckled, then put her hand in Celeste's palm.

If Yang Mei saw this, she would definitely cry out that she couldn't stand it. For his parents in this life, showing affection is as common as eating, drinking, and even breathing, and it is even more important than eating, drinking, and breathing.

But just as they reached the stairs, before they even stepped onto them, the entire mansion began to shake violently, and the famous paintings hanging on the walls, the dishes in the dining room, and the vases in the hall shattered one after another.

"What's going on?!" Flores grabbed Celeste's hand reflexively, and Celeste held her hand tightly in return, "Go upstairs quickly, Phil is still upstairs!"

"Don't panic, Poke is here, he will protect Phil." Although he said this, Celeste's mouth corners straightened, he probably guessed what was going to happen.

The situation was far more serious than they had imagined. The door of Yang Mei's room could not be opened at all due to the disordered magnetic field!

"POK!" Celeste yelled.

With a crisp bang, a gray-eyed house-elf, only as tall as Celeste's thigh, appeared not far away.

"Sir, the young master's magic is out of control!" The elf's voice was sharp and piercing, but fortunately Celeste and Floris were used to it.

really!

It was the same as Celeste's guess, but after being confirmed by the elf, this guess still caused a storm in his heart.

Floris's face turned pale in an instant: "How, how could it be? Phil is only three years old!"

Children with magic factors in their bodies may experience a magic riot before they officially enter magic school, but this kind of thing basically happens to children aged seven or eight, not three, and it will not be as big as demolishing a house.

Both Celeste and Floris claim to have seen the world.

Both of them are from the twenty-eight sacred pure-blood families in the magic world. Flores was born into the Travers family and is the youngest daughter of the Travers family. She has been engaged to Cyrus, the heir of the Selwyn family since she was a child. The two can be said to be childhood sweethearts.

After graduating from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Celeste inherited the Selwyn family and married Florence.

Their background determined their vision, but this pride still met with a Waterloo when it came to their own sons.

It turns out that children can be so precocious.

But looking at the closed door in front of him and the mess in the whole house, Celeste couldn't help but regret whether he should have restrained his son when he first discovered that he was too smart, instead of fulfilling his every request. When Yang Mei said he wanted to learn something, he immediately prepared all the necessary books and equipment. After all, too much wisdom will lead to harm!

Celeste couldn't control his wild thoughts, but Flores showed unusual calmness.

Her wand slid into her hand, the tip of the wand pointed at the door that couldn't be opened and trembled lightly.

"Reductor Curse!"

The door to Yang Mei's room shattered.

Fleurs pushed Celeste and said, "Why are you still standing there?" Then she entered the room first. Celeste followed closely behind her with a stern look on her face.

As soon as the two entered the room, they hurriedly looked for Yang Mei. In such a big room and with a three-year-old child, it might be an exaggeration to say that it was like looking for a needle in a haystack, but it was not that easy. Especially since the room was now a mess, like a hurricane passing through!

Finally, they found Yang Mei on the balcony despite the manic magical factors in the room. Yang Mei's small body was crushed under the hanging chair!

"Phil!" Florence exclaimed. She staggered immediately and was quickly caught by Celeste, otherwise she would have fallen to the ground.

"Fresh, you stand here, I'll go and get Phil." Celeste looked at his wife seriously and said.

Floris nodded: "Don't worry, I can take care of myself." Her magic power was not as strong as Celeste's, and she would get hurt if she forced herself to get close to Yang Mei.

"Oh, right, the magnetic field stabilizer!" Flores thought to herself that she was so worried that she was confused. She quickly asked Poke to turn on the magnetic field stabilizer, and soon the magic factor in the entire mansion was not so violent.

But Yang Mei was still in a coma.