I've fucked up all the bosses

fox four

The swordsman with cold eyebrows stood outside the tea shed holding an ancient red gold knife. The blade of the ancient sword was as black as a dark night, but the center of the blade was oozing red like blood.

The famous sword is in the devil, and it ranks second in the list of magic weapons. Because of its fierce aura, the holder of the sword is prone to backlash. For thousands of years, no one has been able to subdue this sword, so it has been dusted in the Ye family dynasty of the human race for more than a thousand years.

This is a peerless murder weapon. Thousands of years ago, there was a swordsman possessed by demons. When he became possessed, he used this knife to slaughter 24 cities of the human race.

Ye Zhihuan and this enchanting knife can definitely exert the effect that one plus one is greater than two. As soon as he appeared, all the chattering people in the tea shed seemed to be choked by an invisible big hand, and they all lost their minds. Voice.

You can hear the needle falling in this area, Ye Zhihuan stood still outside the tea shed, looking straight at Huachao with those dark eyes.

Faced with Shangye Zhihuan's death ray, Huachao's heart jumped. He put down his teacup and flicked his sleeves. When the people in the tea shed were stunned by the swordsman's aura for a short while, he immediately sank into his dantian like a knife. With a 'swish' like a sharp sword, he rushed out of the tea shed.

Everyone's eyes blurred, and a red shadow flashed by, and the eye-catching man in red disappeared into the tea shed in the blink of an eye.

When everyone in the tea shed was stunned, Ye Zhihuan's expression froze, and his figure turned into an afterimage, chasing after the man in red who was fleeing.

The terrifying black-clothed swordsman and the unforgettable red-clothed man.

This combination of black and red really makes people have rich associations.

Isn't this Ye Zhihuan and the nine-tailed monster of the monster clan who are making a lot of noise in the world?

After a brief silence, the voices of people boiled like boiling water.

Everyone chattered: "Ah! It turns out that the man in red is the nine-tailed monster who broke the swordsman's heart. No wonder he has such a handsome appearance. Even though he is a man, he can really be called an all-powerful appearance." .”

"The human swordsman Ye Zhihuan deserves to be an incomparable genius. Even if his Dao heart is broken and his cultivation has plummeted, his aura cannot be underestimated. Even the Nine-Tails Demon Flower Tide can only avoid the edge temporarily when he sees him. !"

Some people lost their minds at the two people's leaving backs, and murmured: "These two are amazingly talented people, even their appearance is so extraordinary, it's a pity that the human race and the monster race have been opposed since ancient times, otherwise these two people If they can achieve a positive result, they can be called a couple of gods and immortals."

The companions around him laughed at him: "Ye Zhihuan's Dao heart is broken, if he doesn't kill that fox himself, I'm afraid there will be no hope of proving the Dao in this life. He has made many enemies during the years of walking in the rivers and lakes. I don't know how many people hate him." Gritting his teeth, he is always planning to take his life."

The chivalrous man who was sitting next to Hua Chao and holding a whip just now sighed: "Once the Dao heart is broken, the cultivation base will only continue to decline. At this time, Ye Zhihuan can still suppress Hua Chao, but it won't be long before Ye Zhihuan is no longer Huachao's opponent is gone, a useless genius is useless, the human race may give up on him, without the protection of the human race, Ye Zhihuan's future situation is really worrying."

Everyone sighed one after another, the tragic ending of a genius is always the most regrettable.

"Selling peaches, big and sweet peaches, if they are not sweet, they don't cost money!"

At the stalls on both sides of the street, a big man with dark skin was selling peaches on the chopping board.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew across his face, and the big man's eyes blurred, and he saw a red whirlwind in a daze. He was about to take a closer look, when the chopping board with the peaches in front of him was suddenly blown away by a strong force, and the water spirit Ling's peaches all flew to the sky.

The big man's figure also staggered a few times. He stood still and was about to curse when his face turned cold again. Then, a black gust of wind flashed past his eyes, and he saw that the sugar seller's booth was also destroyed. The evil wind tore up the stall, and the sugar figurines were shattered all over the floor.

After the sugar man's booth was blown away, the kite seller's booth next to the sugar man was also blown away by the evil wind.

All of a sudden, the bustling street was full of chaos, with all kinds of objects flying all over the sky, shouts of curses and exclamations sounded one after another, and the scene was in chaos.

Hua Chao felt a little guilty, these peddlers were not easy to live in, and he and Ye Zhihuan must have suffered a lot from such a torment, and in the future, he would spare some time to send some money from door to door.

Crossing this street, Hua Chao made a sharp turn and chose a place with few people to escape.

Ye Zhihuan, who was behind him, was chasing after him like a black ghost. The speed of the two of them was extremely fast, and there were continuous sharp sonic booms from where they were running.

Hua Chao was about to die of exhaustion. He had never run so fast before. After being a monster for so long, now he just realized the feeling of running 1000 meters in the physical test back then.

There was a bloody smell in the throat, the pain in the chest throbbed, the heart almost jumped out of the throat, and the temples also spasmed.

Fuck it!

I really can't run anymore!

Hua Chao stuck out his tongue and stopped beside a big tree.

He bent down to hold on to the tree trunk, out of breath, and gasped for words: "Hey, let's rest for a while, can you, after chasing me for seven days and seven nights, you don't want to catch your breath, eat something and drink tea ?"

Ye Zhihuan's clothes were already drenched with sweat, he gasped for breath while holding the knife, apparently not much better than Hua Chao.

His cultivation base has fallen, and he has survived until now thanks to the breath he held in his heart.

At this moment, he stopped his figure, and the uncontrollable feeling of exhaustion came to his body, Ye Zhihuan swayed a bit, he held up the ancient knife to stabilize his body, and looked at Hua Chao quietly.

His eyes are very deep, as if there are many, many things hidden in the depths of his eyes, even if those eyes are not emotional most of the time, they always have a heavy texture.

Through those eyes, one can glimpse a period of heavy and lonely years.

The small thatched hut on Qiuming Mountain, the lush ancient pine tree on the top of the mountain, the young child alone, holding the peerless weapon through countless days and nights alone.

Day after day, year after year.

The years that people have passed through will be imprinted in their eyes.

What kind of years you have experienced, what kind of eyes you will have.

Ye Zhihuan's eyes are a cold and silent night covered with frost and snow, a huge ferocious beast is dormant in the night, just waiting for an opportunity to come out and devour someone.

But such a pair of terrifying eyes have soft and touching long eyelashes.

When they were young together, Huachao always loved to lie down and sleep in the sun, and the swordsman with cold eyebrows always liked to tease him, often sticking to the fox's forehead and brushing the fox's face with his eyelashes.

The sunlight was jumping on his eyelashes, and the boy's eyes penetrated through the eyelashes. The indifference in the eyes melted, revealing the clear and stream-like eyes unique to young people, and the tenderness in the eyes that no one else has ever seen.

Hua Chao looked into his eyes, and his heart suddenly softened.

But thinking about what he had done, and thinking about the swordsman's heart broken because of him, Hua Chao felt sour and remorseful again.

If the time of falling in love is earlier, some harm can be avoided.

Hua Chao looked at Ye Zhihuan, took out a handkerchief from his collar and threw it vigorously in front of Ye Zhihuan.

He said in a harsh voice, "Wipe off your sweat, I'll just stand here and wait for you to regain your strength before running away."

A nine-tailed fox was embroidered on the pink handkerchief, which gently landed in front of Ye Zhihuan.

Sweat dripped from Ye Zhihuan's temples, Ye Zhihuan looked at the handkerchief, did not reach out to pick it up, but asked him in a hoarse voice: "Are you sympathizing with me?"

The two of them were ten meters apart, one bent over while leaning on a tree, and the other knelt on one knee and held an ancient knife.

Hua Chao clutched her stomach and panted, with a wry smile on her face: "How can I sympathize with you, I just like you, but I found out that this love came too late, and the damage I caused can no longer be avoided, so I will try my best to make up for it now."

The swordsman snorted lightly, and there was a slight pain in his eyes: "You fox people have always talked sweetly, and you can't believe a word that comes out of your mouth."

A corner of the veil was blown up by the wind, and the fox embroidered on it moved with the wind.

Ye Zhihuan looked at the handkerchief and said in a low voice, "You still have it."

Hua Chao looked at the epiphyllum on the veil, and the memory he had forgotten for a long time reappeared in his mind.

This handkerchief was embroidered by a swordsman.

It's hard to imagine that a man like Swordsman can embroider.

In the days when Hua Chao seduced the swordsman and plotted to destroy his Taoist heart, he and the swordsman also fell in love for a while. Hua Chao was hypocritical, but the swordsman fell in love and was willing to do anything for him.

Huachao's cuff thread came off that day. At that time, he and the swordsman lived in seclusion deep in the mountains and forests, with no people in the area for a hundred miles, and everything was very troublesome, so he had to learn how to mend clothes by himself with an embroidery needle.

Hua Chao has no sewing talent, his fingers were pricked several times by embroidery needles, and the unthreaded cuffs were also sewed crookedly by him, just like a big centipede.

He removed the cuffs and continued to mend, and his fingers were pricked several times by embroidery needles. The swordsman who collected firewood came back with firewood on his back, and when he entered the door, he saw Hua Chao's bloody fingertips.

Ye Zhihuan is cold-tempered, and never greets his lover like a normal partner.

He found herbs to wipe Huachao's fingers, and then went out without saying a word. He went there for a long time, and when he came back at night, he was carrying a bundle, which was full of needles and threads.

Then he set up a support for embroidery in the wooden house, sat on a wooden bench and began to practice embroidery hard.

Hua Chao was dumbfounded.

I have almost forgotten the details at that time, but he still remembers a sentence that the swordsman said.

"Since you have left the Yaozu and lived with me, I should not let you suffer. The days to come will be long. Shoes, boots, clothing and socks are all needlework, and clothes have to be changed throughout the year. You love Beautiful, these things can't be sloppy."

These words are very common in ordinary people's life, nothing special, but Hua Chao was stunned for a long time at that time, and he has not forgotten it until now.

A person who can calm down can learn everything quickly, and Ye Zhihuan is simply the most calm person in the world.

A month later, his embroidery was in good shape. Ye Zhihuan mended the sleeves that had lost thread, and embroidered a fox curled up to sleep on the cuffs.

When Hua Chao cultivated the ninth fox tail and became a real nine-tailed monster, the swordsman embroidered this handkerchief and gave it to him.

At that time, his love for Huachao was deeply rooted, and his ruthless heart had already begun to break.

The day after the swordsman delivered the handkerchief, he vomited blood while sewing the winter clothes. The half-sewed winter clothes were stained red with blood. After waking up from the pain in his lungs, the swordsman searched the entire mountain forest His fox was never found either.

The author has something to say: remember to press the claws ~ every claw is a pink sweetheart

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~感谢在2020-06-1421:49:49~2020-06-1523:20:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: yuki1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 yuki; 1 cat dance sweetheart, warm wind smoker drunk, black heart white lotus;

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