Wrongly bind the enemy system, otherwise it will crash directly

A sudden thunderstorm struck, and Little Red Flower instantly lost control of Shijin's side of his body.

The next second, Shijin fell to the ground, her head hitting the ground hard, and her silver mask flew off.

Without the mask to conceal them, the assorted half-faced ghost faces were fully revealed.

The face, resembling old tree bark, looked so sinister and terrifying in the darkness.

But perhaps because her appearance was too frightening, it seemed that even the owner of that murderous intent was frightened for a moment.

The moment the mask fell off, the killing intent that was attacking Yaochi Duoduo gradually ceased.

Shijin fell and hurt herself badly.

If nothing unexpected happens, my elbow will definitely be covered in bruises when I get back.

But at this moment, the pain from the fall was obviously insignificant compared to the pain from the heavenly lightning within his body.

The dust and grime could no longer suppress the heavenly thunder.

The next second, the heavenly thunder erupted once again.

Shijin didn't even have time to cry out in pain before she fainted from the pain.

I don't know what the mixed dishes will be like after that.

Because when she woke up again, it was already more than half a year later in the mortal realm.

As usual, Shijin was woken up by the noisy noise of the hairy egg.

Before fainting, Shijin was still thinking about a question.

So, is it more painful to be struck by lightning or to have your body crushed during your first time traveling through time?

After waking up, Shijin found the answer: the heavenly lightning was indeed more painful.

Mao Dan and Shi Jin explained what had happened in the past six months.

In general, on major issues...

Only two major events have occurred on the Central Martial Continent in the past six months.

Firstly, the Angry Beast repeatedly used the teleportation array within the Angry Forest to wreak havoc on the mortal realm within six months.

According to incomplete statistics, at least tens of thousands of lives in the mortal realm have been tragically lost to it.

Secondly, the Angry Beast has advanced to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage.

All the cultivators who went to exterminate it, except for a few high-level cultivators, perished in its belly.

The number of deaths is estimated to be over ten thousand.

To be specific about small matters.

The night of the attack, more than half a year ago.

Yaochi Duoduo, who lives next door, thought Shijin's snoring was too loud, so she wanted to go to her room and wake her up so she could go back to sleep.

But as soon as she reached the door of Shijin's room, she sensed a murderous intent.

Fearing that her murderous intent might harm Shijin, she rushed into the room as fast as she could.

Next is what Shijin knows.

After Shijin fainted, the murderous intent gradually subsided and moved away.

Yaochi Duoduo, dragging her injured body, took Shijin with her and fled to the mortal realm to hide her identity.

Although the mortal realm is not necessarily safe either.

But for some reason, ever since they arrived in the mortal realm, the two of them have never been pursued by that murderous intent again.

Shijin was on the phone with Maodan in her mind's eye.

Mao Dan: "Why do you think the female lead should hide in the mortal realm instead of going back to her sect?"

After all, Sister Wanchi's cultivation has been divided into several parts. With her around, it's definitely safer than hiding in the mortal realm, right?

Shijin raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically:

"Oh~ Half a year ago you were still Wanchi Chicken Head, but now you're Wanchi Sister? Your speed in recognizing a thief as your mother is truly enviable."

Mao Dan: "Well, mainly because she's really good to me, she always gives me delicious food."

Shijin: "I feed you delicious food every day, but I've never seen you call me 'sister'!"

Mao Dan said awkwardly, "Uh, well, host, you haven't fed me much either, and what you fed me wasn't as delicious as what Sister Wan Chi fed me."

"Uh, come on, don't change the subject. We were just talking about the female lead."

Shijin snorted softly, muttering under her breath, "That bastard Maodan can't be tamed."

He then said, "I didn't tell you half a year ago, but it's highly likely that Duoduo was abandoned in the Nure Forest by your sister Wanchi."

Then, Shijin told Maodan everything that had happened six months ago, as well as her speculations.

After listening, Maodan remained silent, but from its panting, Shijin sensed that it seemed somewhat angry.

What, are you angry with me because you think I'm slandering your sister Wanchi?

Shijin wasn't too happy with Maodan, so she unilaterally cut off her connection with him.

Hey.

The proverb "A small favor is appreciated, but a large one breeds resentment" seems to have come to life in this moment.

The first thing Shijin did after waking up was to recharge and use the little red flower to regain her mobility.

However, because of the injury she suffered last time, her body was further eroded by the heavenly lightning.

When Shijin picked up the mask and put it on, she found that the mask, which had fit perfectly before, could no longer cover the old tree bark on her face, so she could only sigh helplessly.

Although it is said that form is emptiness and emptiness is form, who can truly see through it?

After all, the old tree bark was really ugly.

When Shijin found Yaochi Duoduo, Yaochi Duoduo was sitting in front of the stone table in the courtyard, staring blankly at the stone table.

She looked somewhat annoyed.

It was only then that Shijin learned that Yaochi Duoduo had actually bought a courtyard.

Perhaps Yaochi Duoduo was too focused on her daydream, so much so that she didn't even notice when Shijin got close.

Shijin was somewhat puzzled.

It's important to understand that getting close to a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage without making a sound is practically a fantasy.

Upon closer inspection, Shijin realized that what was on the table was actually a pickaxe.

However, the pickaxe looked very old, covered in rust, with pits and cracks on the head and cracks in the handle.

It looks like it's about to break, and seems to be quite old, having only recently been unearthed.

Shijin's doubts deepened, and she stared at him for a long time as well.

"Where did this come from? What's so interesting about it?" Shijin asked, expressing her doubts.

Yaochi Duoduo heard Shijin's voice and turned around abruptly. Finding that Shijin was awake, she was so happy she almost screamed!

Then Shijin realized that those things on the stone table weren't pickaxes at all.

That's actually my old buddy.

To be more precise, it's an old buddy that's already dead.

Looking at his old friend who was completely unrecognizable, Shijin couldn't describe how he felt.

She tried calling Lao Tie's name, but the pickaxe didn't respond at all.

Shijin's eyes darkened.

My friend has a Blade & Soul.

Its favorite thing is to hear assorted vegetables call its name.

But now...

Just as Shijin was feeling dejected, the pickaxe on the table suddenly trembled slightly.

It trembled very slightly, as if it had only been touched by a gentle breeze.

Even such a slight tremor seemed to have exhausted all its strength.

But that tremor did not escape Yaochi Duoduo's eyes!

"Hua Hua! It moved! It moved!"

Shijin hurriedly went forward to search, wishing she could bury her face in the stone table.

"Where did it move? Where?! Where, where!!"

"here!"

Yaochi Duoduo reached out to grab it, and Shijin also reached out to touch Lao Tie.

And so, by sheer coincidence, their hands ended up touching.

For some reason, the two remained silent in that position for quite a while afterward.

Shijin suddenly felt a sense of doubt.

She looked at their hands clasped together.

Hmm...we've got hands, so, so the next step, shouldn't we...should we kiss?

She looked at Yaochi Duoduo with some difficulty, only to find that Yaochi Duoduo had started to space out again.

This time, however, she wasn't looking at her old friend, but at her own hands, which looked like withered tree bark.