Heaven is here to torture me

At night, the stars hang down on the plains, the moon enters the river, and Luo Qingcheng, which was bustling during the day, is shrouded in night and falls into silence.

The sound of rustling footsteps came from all around, and outside a remote hut, a few black shadows fell down, and the bright weapons reflected the moonlight, and a cold light flashed.

With a sound of "bang", a figure jumped out of the room and burrowed into the nearby bushes with the force of lightning.

"Catch him!" The leader of the man in black shouted hastily, and they immediately fled into the woods, splitting the lush weeds and bushes, and gradually went deep into the forest.

The big trees in the forest are lush, covering the sky and the sun, covering the bleak moonlight, and the surrounding area is pitch black.

A casual cultivator lit a Fire Spirit Bead and threw it into the forest, illuminating the surroundings with a bright glow.

"Over there!" A black shadow swayed in front of him, and several people rushed to catch up.

The leader was already furious, and couldn't help cursing: "When this weird boy is caught, I will definitely make his life worse than death!"

"It's up to you?" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from beside him, "Who do you want to make life worse than death?"

The man turned pale with fright, and slashed at the source of the sound with a knife. The light of the knife was accompanied by a howl, but only cut off a few branches.

Everyone hastily lit the Fire Spirit Orb again, but not far away, the young man was waiting with a thin sword in his arms.

He has no fear on his face, with a tall and straight figure, holding a rapier in his hand, with the posture of a swordsman.

There was a shocking sneer on that handsome face, and under the red light, it looked a little eerie.

The leader of the casual cultivators in black suddenly felt suffocated, and the alarm bells rang in his head. He looked carefully, but he didn't know what kind of confidence this young man had, how could he have such an amazing deterrent power.

"Brother, don't be intimidated by him, he's just a brat at the third level of Qi refining, I can tear him apart by myself!" A burly casual cultivator couldn't hold back, and strode forward a few meters.

The knuckles of both hands creaked, and the ten fingers were bent, like sharp dragon claws, rushing towards the young man in front of him mercilessly.

I saw the young man raised his head, and the sneer gradually faded from the corner of his lips.

"No! Don't go!" The leader of the casual cultivators sensed a terrifying killing intent, immediately heightened their vigilance, and shouted loudly.

However, at the moment of the calcium carbide fire, Ning Shuyi stomped his feet suddenly, a few red lights appeared on the ground, and several red sword shadows suddenly burst out from the formation, passed by the scattered cultivators, and drifted away. disappear.

At the same time, the burly man rushing to the front uttered a scream, and was knocked back by a huge force, breaking a dozen strong bamboos, causing everyone's heartbeat to rumble like a drum.

Taking a closer look, I saw that the ten fingers of the man were folded outwards in a very strange posture, exposing the white joints, which looked particularly terrifying.

"You, you are just a, a qi refiner, how could it be..." The leader turned pale with shock.

That man has already established a foundation, how could he be tortured into such a state by a Qi refining period after meeting him?

Is this young man a man or a ghost!

"How about refining Qi?" Ning Shu raised the shining sword horizontally, and pointed it directly at the black-clothed monk's face, "It's more than enough to kill you!"

The ground was shining red, and the expressions on the faces of the casual cultivators in black gradually changed from surprise, to panic, and then to panic.

"what happened?"

"What about my cultivation?"

"Formation! There is a formation here!"

"Fengling Formation?" Suddenly realizing that the cultivation he was accustomed to relying on was no longer effective, the leader of the black-clothed casual cultivator looked at the young man in disbelief, "You, are you a formation mage?"

"Hey, Axue, don't worry!" The young man didn't answer, but his face was full of shame, he lowered his head and took out the snow-white cat from his arms, put him on his shoulder, and laughed while teasing the cat's chin Said, "I'll search for all the treasures on them later and buy you toys!"

The pupils of the leading casual cultivator suddenly shrank!

A young man from the north, a snow-white cat, countless low-level magic weapons sold...

These pieces of information were combined in his mind, and it reminded him of a gossip he heard from his colleagues.

One person and one cat, from the northern Xueyuan to the Central Plains, destroyed 32 cottages and seven or eight small sects along the way, and plundered tens of thousands of treasures.

It is said that this person has strange skills, is ruthless, and is greedy for money.

People in the rivers and lakes call it - the cat that wins money!

Thinking of this possibility, the casual cultivator in black sweated profusely.

The robbery hit a professional bandit. Is there still time for him to beg for mercy? QQ

In the second half of the night, the moon is fiery red, the clouds are like black tops, and the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of the building.

In that lonely little house, clothes stained with blood and red were thrown all over the floor, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.

Ning Shuyi, with his lean and strong upper body naked and wearing cotton pants, poured the last bucket of hot water into the wooden bucket: "It's done!"

He slammed into the wooden barrel, submerged most of his body in the hot water, and immediately felt refreshed. He couldn't help moaning, and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

The snow-white cat was paralyzed on the head of the bed, coiled up in a circle, wagging its tail, looking at him, and licking its paws from time to time.

"Axue~~" Ning Shu raised his head, looked at the cat with a smile, pursed his lips, and said coquettishly in a disgusting tone, "Help me~ You haven't helped me take a bath for a long time!"

The cat took a look at him, wagged its tail violently, and finally resigned itself to getting up and jumping off the bed.

The moment the snow-white hind paws hit the ground, they turned into delicate white bare feet, with slender and slender toes, soft and lovely.

Under the light, the cat's figure stretched out, gradually taking on the appearance of a human being, becoming taller and taller.

A white dress was loosely draped over her body, unable to cover her graceful calves.

A head of silver hair flowed like moonlight, hanging down her slender waist.

A handsome face appeared in Ning Shuyi's field of vision, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, stern and heroic.

There was a smear of flame cinnabar on his forehead, like a beauty mole, adding a bit of warmth to this indifferent person who didn't have much expression.

At first glance, his demeanor is somewhat similar to Luo Nianshan's, a gentleman, gentle as jade, but more cold and quiet than Luo Nianshan.

Those night eyes were as deep as the sea, as if they could accommodate everything, but without the slightest ups and downs, making people unpredictable.

He bent down, the silver hair scattered around his ears fell on Ning Shuyi's forehead.

A pair of beautiful jade hands penetrated into Ning Shu's dark curly hair, making black and white distinct.

He lightly rubbed Ning Shuyi's hair, but actually cleaned it seriously, with no distractions.

But Ning Shuyi couldn't help reaching out and brushing the silver thread that was tickling him, touching the slightly cold face of the other party, leaving a sparkling water mark: "Are you angry? I'm going to kill again when I'm angry?"

"..." The hand that was rubbing the hair suddenly paused, and continued to rub the soap locusts, foaming out.

"Axue, if I don't kill them, I will be killed." Ning Shu leaned his head against the barrel, closed his eyes, and seemed to enjoy it, "Between killing and being killed, of course I choose to kill them." .”

"I don't blame you for killing people..." A cold voice sounded in Ning Shu's ear. Although there was no ups and downs in the tone, it was hard to hide the concern, "This is the foot of Guiyuanzong Mountain after all. If Guiyuanzong's disciples find out... "

"Isn't it better to be noticed?" Ning Shuyi suddenly opened his eyes, and a gleam shot out from his dark and deep pupils.

He stretched out his hand to brush some silver hair, put it on his lips, and said with a light smile: "If they find out that I may be related to Lieyang Sword Lu Qingzhou, they will definitely let me enter the inner sect of Gui Yuanzong to test it out. At that time, we will leave the clue closer?"

"..." The silver-haired man's fingers curled up unnaturally, and his slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

The name Lu Qingzhou caused ripples in his heart that he hadn't seen for a long time.