You Jianghu people really know how to play

There is nothing wrong with saying this.On the contrary, Xin Muyun still smiled coldly: "Compared to Brother Baili, I don't die so easily."

Bailiji thought for a while, and admitted that what Xin Muyun said made sense.After all, he is Xin Dazhu's son, and his skills are not bad, but the hateful thing is that he has nine tricks and is good at pretending. It is as difficult to harm him as it is to let him not harm himself.

He took a few steps on the wall, with the spring breeze blowing his black hair, his posture was chic.

Xin Muyun stood on the ground looking at him, and suddenly Bailiji asked again: "Muyun, if I die, will you be hurt?"

"Not sad." Xin Muyun said calmly.

Bailiji still smiled and said: "I don't know why, but I always feel that you must have been watching me when I died, and refused to save me, but I was very happy in my heart."

"It's so good." Xin Muyun remained calm.

The smile on Bailiji's face slowly faded, and his expression was peaceful: "Mu Yun, if you die, I will become a monk."

Xin Muyun: "...If I die, you should kill yourself immediately and follow me. It's so nice to say in bed, but you still choose to live. It's really eye-opening for me."

Bai understood but was very serious: "You and I are dead, I don't know how to find you. I heard that there are some strange scriptures in Shaolin that can call up the souls of the dead. After I became a monk, I immediately looked for those scriptures to learn , and dragged you into the human world. Although you will not be reincarnated or reincarnated, it is also a good thing to see me every day."

Xin Muyun never expected this person to have such a plan, stayed for a moment, and gritted his teeth: "Crazy!"

Bailiji slowly squatted on the wall, looking at him with a smile.

"I don't like to be alone." He said softly, "You have to remember to accompany me."

He spoke seriously, and Xin Muyun didn't know what to say back to him.Only then did he recall that Bailiji lost his parents and was alone in this Xinjiabao, counting and counting, he was the only one who could talk to him.

But such a formal talk about life and death seems like the two people really have some kind of unbreakable covenant.

Xin Muyun turned around and left, hearing that Bailiji was still quietly following behind, but didn't speak again.

When he left Xinjiabao, he remembered that Bailiji liked swords very much.The place where I went out to run errands this time is a famous place for making swords... Bring one back to him.He said silently in his heart.

Bring a piece of software, so that he can go out and kill for himself in the future, and his actions will be lighter.

The white four hooves stepped out a vast expanse of dust and smoke.

The spring is so old that it is rusty, the birds are chirping in the forest, and a late-blooming weeping green peach falls on the road, and is crushed by the horseshoe in an instant.

At this time, Xin Muyun did not expect that one day he would personally touch the scripture that Bailiji had mentioned.

He will open it and meditate on those awkward scriptures, trying to retrieve a trace of unfounded thoughts from the mercy of the gods and Buddhas.

(spring is old)