After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

It was too late and then soon, Bai Ying fell in front of him like a god coming to the world, and when he charged up and held his palm, the blue water wave barrier instantly rose from the ground, cold and biting, and collided with the galloping monster. A powerful air wave bounced away from it, setting off layers of scorched earth.

The temperature plummeted, and the cold dissipated the previous residual heat completely, and even the ground was covered with a thin layer of frost.

Su Wanxu lowered his eyes, breathed with difficulty, and tried his best to plunge the sword into the soil, his whole body was supported by it, and he maintained a bent posture, so that at least the wound would not be exposed to everyone's eyes.

The person who came was bright and clear, and there was no warmth in his black-grey eyes, but they were still as beautiful as the morning glow reflecting the snow.

The disciples of Nanhua Dao were both surprised and happy, and shouted loudly: "Master! The master is here!"

Sect leader?

He was a little dazed, and his head began to become dizzy.

The head of Nanhua Dao is Xu Qingyi, a big brother from the same sect as the original master. The world calls him Zhenjun Hexuan, and he is also the second person in the cultivation world who has cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage at a young age by relying on dual spiritual roots.

When he saw it today, he realized what it meant to be "amazing talent".

The man in front of him was of the highest cultivation level, unfathomable. His slender jade-like hand just covered the fangs of the monster, and it could hold the monster immobile, and the teeth were instantly covered with thick ice.

When he mercilessly exerted force to shake it down, a painful howl sounded, shaking the mountain for a while.

After the dust and smoke dissipated, the person in front held the broken fangs in his hands, his clothes were not stained with blood, his face was only cold, his thin body like bamboo stood upright, like a cedar tree standing proudly in the cold winter.

Su Wan vaguely saw this man walking towards him, looking at him as if he was looking at a dead person.

Then he waved his long sleeves, and a silver sword emerged from his hand. The cold light was dazzling, and the blade pointed at his neck.

Another one?How much is the original owner hated?

Su Wan's hand covering his abdomen was covered with blood. At this moment, he didn't care about so much, so he asked the system first: "What if I die early?"

System: "Early death means mission failure. After mission failure, you will be punished. The punishment items are not limited. For example, the consciousness body will be infinitely looped in the most painful memory or be wiped out, etc."

"I said how can I get the [-] million bonus so easily, so I dug a hole here and waited for me! Okay! I'm greedy and admit it, but you don't want to die, you bastard."

"Master Host, insult the system once and get a warning. If you accumulate three warnings, the number of beasts you encounter will double!"

"Hehe, thank you then."

I heard that before a person dies, he can always recall the most important part of his memory, and the past turns into a revolving lantern in his mind. He feels as if he is standing on a street with people coming and going, and countless black shadows pass through his body in a hurry , and when the sky was dark, all of them stopped and stared at him, and sharp voices came from all directions, piercing his eardrums:

"What a wimp!"

"You are no match for him!"

"It's useless! I'll get angry when I see you, get out of here, it's best to die outside!"

"..."

He sighed, as if he wanted to refute, but it turned into: "Okay, I see."

The sense of powerlessness spread from the heart to all parts of the body, making him unable to breathe. Looking back on this life, it seems that there is nothing to miss, and when he dies, he dies, which happens to be the fulfillment of that person's wish.

This is probably the only time he has done something that satisfies that person since he has lived for so many years.

He raised his eyelids, revealing dark, smiling eyes, and parted his thin lips lightly: "Senior brother, I'm tired, just give me a good time."

There seemed to be silence between the heaven and the earth, and the sword-wielding man's usually deserted face froze for a moment when he heard the words.

"Be merciful!"

An exclamation sounded, and someone hurriedly came from a distance.

Su Wan slowly closed her eyes, listening to the system sending out a countdown to mission failure.

"3,"

"2,"

"1,"

"Gameover."

_;

The dream was grotesque, and the howling wind sometimes tore him apart, and sometimes gathered his scattered soul and body together, tossing him until he couldn't live.

In the haze, there seemed to be a young man sitting opposite, his clothes were completely soaked, his beautiful face was colorless, and his whole body was covered with a layer of frost, which made him shiver.

"Little thing, go find a fire when it's cold, don't play tricks in front of me!"

Su Wan said lightly.

Hearing the sound, the young man raised his eyelids slightly, revealing a pair of dull and lifeless eyes, looking straight into his heart.

A drop of water fell on his ear, which made him wake up suddenly. The first thing he saw was the slowly burning candle on the wall, and the occasional jumping flames showed that time was flowing.

His headache was about to split, as if a huge boulder weighed heavily on his body, and the pain from being pierced through his abdomen did not dissipate. It was at this moment that he realized that he was still alive.

"Congratulations, Mr. Host, for achieving the achievement of dying and reviving. As a reward, the system will give you a mind-reading technique that is super useful for beasts. Please use it properly! Come on!"

A familiar voice sounded in my mind.

"Almost killed me, but you still have the face to get out?"

Su Wan gritted her teeth in displeasure, "What's the use of this bullshit mind-reading technique? When studying monsters that eat human flesh, do you like cumin or spicy?"

Seeing how miserable he was at the start, the system let go:

"Then what reward does the host want? The system can apply for it for you."

"You, get out of my head!"

"Master host, the weather is good today, especially suitable for going out for a walk, oops, my computer crashed."

"..."

Dog things will pretend to be crazy and stupid.

He cursed secretly, and looked around——

It was a dark, dank stone room, with nothing in it but four stone walls.

Su Wan wanted to feel the wound in his abdomen with his hand, but when he raised his hand, he heard the crisp sound of "Ding Dong". When he looked closely, he saw that there were shackles wrapped with iron chains on his wrists.

He looked away—as expected, his hands, feet, and neck were all chained up with iron chains. Without even thinking about it, the dogs on Nanhua Road must have done it.

If you want to kill him, kill him, why tie him here like a stray dog!

He struggled to sit up against the wall, and every movement would affect the wound, causing him to grin his teeth in pain and take countless breaths.

The wound in the abdomen had already been bound up with thick gauze by someone—strange, how could he be brought back to life when he wished for his death?

By the way, before he fainted, he remembered that someone shouted "be merciful", who was it?

He rubbed the space between his brows, trying to grab more memories of the original owner, but no matter how much he searched, he only found some useless things on the surface.

While thinking, there was a sound of footsteps, which was very clear in this quiet and deep dungeon.

Su Wan cautiously glanced at the door, and saw Xu Qingyi approaching like the breeze and bright moon, instantly lighting up the whole dungeon a lot.

The man stopped a foot away from him, his voice was clear and clear, like a black and white chess piece knocked down on a sandalwood chessboard, "How is the injury?"

"Thank you brother for your concern, I can't die for the time being."

Su Wan lifted his head weakly, and chuckled softly, he knew what he looked like now - his clothes were torn, his black hair was scattered, and he was as pale as a ghost. If he had a sad face again, he would definitely look like a beggar on the street beggar.

The man seemed to hear something harsh, and couldn't help frowning, but didn't say much, just took out an ammonite and sapphire box from his sleeve and threw it on him.

He didn't have the strength to pick it up, and glanced at it casually: If I remember correctly, this is a box of ginseng nourishing essence ointment, which is used to heal injuries.

So the person who saved him was Xu Qingyi?

Xu Qingyi's expression was awe-inspiring, and there was no trace to be found. It was difficult for him to fathom this person's mind.

So he turned his eyes away, became ruthless, and calmly pressed his wound tightly, the pain in his abdomen instantly rushed to his limbs and bones, almost making him pass out on the spot.

He gritted his teeth ferociously, secretly wrapped his fingers around the corner of his clothes, dragged his broken body against the wall, and said weakly: "Senior brother, look at me half-dead, it's useless to give me this medicine, Just take it back."

"I'm a sinner, so I should stay in this cold dungeon to rot and rot. You don't have to worry about me, just let me fend for myself."

After saying these words in a dejected tone, he hung his head wearily, coughed twice, and hid his trembling hands from the pain.

A long silence aroused Su Wan's uneasiness, and the surrounding area was so quiet that the breathing of the two could be heard clearly.

He hid the darkness in his eyes, thinking that his acting skills were too clumsy and someone had already seen through his thoughts, so he wanted to hit him harder, and just as he put his hand on the wound, he finally heard the man say:

"You won't die."

Xu Qingyi naturally didn't see it when he left. Most of the face of the person who said the words of repentance was hidden in the shadows that the candlelight couldn't reach, and the sinisterness had already crept up from the tip of his heart to the end of his eyes and brows.

He dropped a piece of bait, and it depended on whether the person took the bait or not.

In the third watch, the night was as dark as thick ink, and the crescent moon hanging on the top of the mountain was forced to be covered with a layer of black veil.

The scene of the dungeon is reflected in the microscopic water mirror: the young man is curled up on the wet and cold ground. It is unknown whether it is pain or cold. After the lower lip, the remaining black and blue on the lip surface, it can be seen that he is enduring huge and silent pain.

The box of ginseng nourishing essence ointment for wounds stood alone, looking at a loss.

"Eldest senior brother," Li Xiyuan who was standing in front of the mirror spoke first, "It seems that Yueyin Wuyoucao has worked, otherwise with fifth senior brother's original temperament, he must not be like this."

"Who knows what tricks he's playing! It's not like you haven't experienced his viciousness before!"

Mo Qiuzhe sat on the stone bench, wrapped the wound on his arm tightly with gauze, and was furious when he saw the person in the mirror.

"But Master said..."

"Don't even think about using Master to suppress me!"

Mo Qiuzhe was touched by Ni Lin, and he roared angrily: "Anyway, the master is used to partiality, you might as well guess, if the master sees his high-legged disciple acting like this, how will he punish us?"

Li Xiyuan has always been gentle, and it was rare to hear this with anger: "Senior brother, how could you..."

"do not talk."

Xu Qingyi's face was cold and cold, he interrupted the quarrel between the two of them, turned off the microscopic water mirror with a wave of his sleeve, and hurried to the dungeon.

_;

Su Wan wanted to confirm one thing, so he knew that the box of ginseng nourishing essence ointment could help him relieve pain and heal wounds, but he chose not to touch it.

He just wanted Xu Qingyi to see his half-dead appearance. If he really wanted to save him, he would naturally not stand by and watch.

Then he can be sure that there must be something worthy of his rescue in the original owner.

What could it be?He was also very curious.

Most people are driven by profit, and they are never willing to trade at a loss.

So is he himself.

During this period, he was half-drowsy and half-awake, vaguely remembering that Xu Qingyi and Li Xiyuan both came two or three times.

The seventh junior brother of the original owner, Li Xiyuan, was soft-tempered and soft-spoken. He wanted to save him but seemed to be afraid of him, but he had a tentative look on his face, and asked him from time to time what happened before he went mad.

To be honest, the original owner remembered nothing worth referring to in his daily life except for walking all over the mountains and plains, so he couldn't ask why.

Xu Qingyi was different, he never talked much, he was as silent as a mute, and several times he calmly dragged him back from the gate of death when he was dying.

Even though he was confused, Su Wan didn't forget that he wanted to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, so that this person could put his guard down on him.

In the cold night, the dungeon was as cold as an ice cellar.

The original owner of the Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root, with the true energy of fire all over his body, was not afraid of the cold at all, but he still sealed the source of fire in his own heart, and used his mortal body to fight against the cold air in the room.

The coldness turned into tens of thousands of fine needles, which sprouted from the ground, penetrated into the flesh, penetrated into the bone crevices, covered the whole body with hot blood, forming a coldness without temperature.

That's good, at least even the pain in his abdomen was frozen, so that it wouldn't make him want to die.

Even the system couldn't stand it, and jumped out: "Master Host, you managed to escape from death, don't play yourself to death again."