After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

"I have my own plans."

He licked the blood on the tip of the knife, and used his life to play a big game of chess with Xu Qingyi, betting that he would win.

In a daze, he felt that he became very light, and a gust of wind blew him away easily. He was swaying, and when he was rising with the wind, the soles of his feet were suddenly caught by an invisible force. To break free, he was dragged back from mid-air by its force.

He opened his heavy eyes, and saw Xu Qingyi's calm face, glistening white light flowing around him, and his true energy penetrated into his body, protecting his heart.

He held out his frozen, unconscious hand to stop him.

When the skin of the two touched, he seemed to feel that something was wrong, but he didn't think about it, he could only squeeze out a hoarse and muddy voice from his throat:

"Senior brother, Zhexuan knows that he deserves death, so don't bother me too much."

"Third senior brother said that it was my wrong mind that caused me to go crazy and hurt innocent people. Although it was not my intention, this matter happened because of me, and I have to bear the consequences."

"I am so painful that I don't want to die, and I have paid off this bad debt as they wish..."

Before he could finish speaking a lot of lines, blood filled his chest, spurted out from his mouth and nose, filled his lips with fishy sweetness, and cut off the syllables pressed in his throat abruptly.

Tsk, don't really play it off.

He laughed self-deprecatingly in his heart, and exhaled a breath of cold air from his mouth. He wanted to cheer up, but his eyes began to loosen, and he was still dragged into the bottomless abyss by dizziness.

Fortunately, this time he didn't stay in the abyss for long before he was picked up by someone.

The fragrance of the medicine burst into the nostrils.

The carved windows of the Nuan Pavilion are wide open, and the bright white sky shines in, making people's eyes hurt.

Su Wan's mind was dizzy, his body was weak, the place that should be hurt was still in pain, and his throat was so hot that it was about to smoke.

The doorman who was carrying the medicine bowl came forward, looked timidly at the person on the soft couch, felt palpitations for no reason, and hurriedly lowered his head, at the same time, the hand holding the medicine bowl was shaking like a sieve, spilling a lot of soup .

Is his half-dead appearance so terrifying?

Su Wan sneered secretly, and when she looked sideways, she revealed a pair of dim, bloodshot eyes, looking at Xu Qingyi by the window.

He seemed to be melted into the light, and even his jet-black hair was shrouded in a halo, which made him look like a god who stepped out of the realm of Kunlun, indifferent and alienated, with a pure heart and no desires, and not attached to the smoke and fire of the world.

Such a person has a cold temperament and is often the most boring.

Su Wan was too lazy to make a sound, and lifted her sharp hand from the brocade quilt, and was about to push back the medicine bowl in front of the bed to express her unforgivable sin, repentance and determination to die, but the little door boy "thumped" "He knelt down, held up the medicine bowl and said in a trembling voice: "I beg the Lord to spare your life!"

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What are you doing?He should have restrained himself very well, his appearance looked fragile and pitiful, without any lethality, how could he be so frightened by this brat?

In case Xu Qingyi thinks that he has tripped up something secretly, isn't he pretending for nothing these days?

Fortunately, Xu Qingyi was used to this, stepped forward to take the medicine bowl, and sent the doorman away.

Seeing that the door boy fled like flying after receiving the amnesty, Su Wan felt that the matter became more and more interesting.

The figure of Qing Huang leaned over, put a bowl of steaming medicine directly on his face with no expression on his face, and said coldly: "Drink the medicine."

"..."

Su Wan laughed angrily in his heart: This man looked serious, but what he did was incomprehensible. He sent the doorman down, did he expect a sick person to get up and support himself?

In fact, the current medicine is not important, he only needs to undo the seal that suppresses the anger in his heart, and he will be able to recover for the most part.

Su Wan lowered her eyebrows, Qi Qiran said: "Senior brother, you don't need to persuade me. If I am alive, how can those souls under the sword go to reincarnation with peace of mind?"

The hand holding the bowl was retracted, and the owner of the hand was silent for a moment before speaking: "Disciple Youxu is fine for the time being."

You Xu?This is Mo Qiuzhe's Taoist name, no wonder he bit him like a mad dog before, it turned out that the original owner injured his apprentice when he went mad.

He didn't want to know if the disciple was in serious trouble, but he had to put on a face, his eyes trembled slightly, like a morning star falling into his eye sockets and then disappearing, and then he squeezed out a surprised and calm expression.

"Really?"

"Ah."

When Xu Qingyi speaks, except for his pleasant voice, he is always cold and without emotional ups and downs, but every word he says falls on Su Wan's heart.

Because the fish is hooked.

The young man struggled to sit up, but failed several times due to his exhaustion. His face was pale as paper, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his mind was filled with exhaustion.

Even if he touched the medicine bowl, he couldn't exert any strength at all. The bowl almost fell to the ground, but Xu Qingyi caught it firmly.

He coughed violently, his pale and bloodless lips moved slightly, and a hoarse voice came out of his rolling throat, which sounded weak and helpless: "Brother, I have no strength."

The person in front of him held the bowl in silence for a while, and when the heat in the bowl dissipated, he finally picked up the spoon on the wooden plate.

The vicious and vicious young man in his memory suddenly became obedient and obedient, drinking the soup and medicine he fed, looking at him and smiling from time to time, his slender eyes bent into crescents.

This made him feel an indescribable strange feeling, and suddenly he heard the man say in a hoarse voice: "Brother, there is no repayment for saving your life, if you need me in the future, you can send me as you like."

The hand that fed the medicine paused for a moment, then withdrew without a trace, "No need."

"I'm serious, brother."

His face was as bright as a sunny day, and his words were convincing, as if there was no falsehood, and in the shadows where the light did not shine, his fangs were shining coldly.

Xu Qingyi's expression was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, no matter how he threw a stone into it, it would not be able to stir up any splashes.

This was Su Wan's biggest headache. This man was hiding too deeply. He really wanted to know, what exactly did this guy want from him?

What exactly is it, he just wants it so much, he obviously wants to kill him, but he still wants to save him with all his might.

All of a sudden, everyone in Nanhua Road knew that a frightening Daoist Zhexuan had come to the Fusheng Hall where the master lived.

Among them, the most bitter thing is the doorman in the hall. After all, it was half a year ago since Taoist Zhexuan came to Fusheng Hall last time. He smashed it to pieces, and even got into a fight with the master.

The two big brothers fought, and the one who suffered was the young man next to him. Since then, the scene of the rocks collapsing, the wind howling, and the main hall being on fire has been deeply rooted in their bones. They had nightmares for half a month, so that they saw When I saw Daoist Zhexuan, I was horrified.

The Chuisi crabapple planted in the courtyard of Fusheng Palace only produced green leaves, dancing with the wind and making a "rustling" chuckle.

Xu Qingyi was sitting in front of the writing desk, and was about to draw up a pen and finish the manuscript, when a sharp chill emanated from the dantian, rushing towards the internal organs unexpectedly.

He froze, and the ink on the nib of the pen hit the white paper, staining it in thick black.

The writing brush rolled down, and the pen holder was stained with hoarfrost at some point. The hand holding the pen was like transparent jade, with a very light color, and wisps of cold air wrapped around the fingertips. Live in the light and darkness in the pupil.

The cold kept coming up, squeezing into all the veins of the body, like ten thousand ants gnawing on him, the pain piercing his bones.

He stood up, his thin figure swayed in the shadow of the candle, and then staggered and fell into the shadow of the candle.

Haggard suddenly appeared, making him look like a lifeless lonely ghost. Xu Qingyi coughed softly, as if remembering something, looked at the warm pavilion defensively, and then exhausted all his strength, cast a silencing enchantment on the bedroom .

He placed Su Wan in Shuowei Peak, of course he had his own considerations, this person is uncertain and has a vicious mind, and Bao Qi will go crazy one day. He tied it by his side, just in case.

The two are in the two sleeping halls separated by a courtyard, each with their own thoughts.

Su Wan lay on the soft couch, unable to fall asleep.

Thinking of the system that almost killed him, a layer of haze floated in my heart. According to the system, as long as he doesn't leave Nanhua Road, he will be fine. It is clear that he is going to be trapped here.

Now that the protagonist doesn't know where he is, what if the dog system comes with another underworld setting, and it makes him miserable again?

He closed his eyes, and the image of the day when the white shadow was like a crane and easily repelled the monsters suddenly appeared in his mind.

I have to admit that Xu Qingyi is a powerful character. You must know that as a talented Mizuki spirit root, it is more difficult to cultivate to the early stage of Yuanying than ascending to the sky. In the entire cultivation world, except for the Taoist Xuanxuan who has the spirit root of Tianhuo, and the former head of Nanhua Dao Outside the door, there is only him.

People, leaning against a big tree can enjoy the shade.

If you can draw him over and block the knife for yourself without any problems, then this task will be easy?

Of course Xu Qingyi is not the savior, he is willing to save him, presumably because he coveted something of him, he has to guard against this.

Su Wan flicked the silver ring on his wrist, the chain that tied him was taken off, and the shackles were returned to him. The seal of the water spell on it was specially used to restrain his fire root.

Since he didn't die, if he wants to die in the future, it will not be so easy!

I don't know if it was the body of the original owner who resisted, or Xu Qingyi used his true energy to protect his heart veins every day when he was seriously injured, or it was a combination of both. It took a few days to heal almost completely.

The doormen who were staying by the gate of the front hall chatted and laughed happily, telling each other interesting things they had encountered in the past few days.

The smile didn't reach the bottom of the eyes. At first glance, on the eaves of the outer wall, the young man's hair was untied and scattered randomly. His whole body was hidden in the wide plain white robe, and his slender and powerful hands were resting on the back of his head. Leaning against the corners of the cornices, basking lazily in the sun.

Everyone immediately fell silent, their hairs stood on end, they saluted bravely, and ran away in a panic as if they had seen a ghost.

Su Wan didn't open his eyes, but he also expected the terrified looks on the faces of those little devils.

He was too lazy to pretend to be kind in front of them, a useless person was not worth his trouble.

The sideburns around his ears kept kissing his cheeks, he casually blew them away, and heard a burst of laughter from outside the palace gate.

Although Xu Qingyi has a cold personality and seems to be a person who likes quietness very much, most of the people in his temple are lively and lively, like grass leaves growing freely around the big trees in the sky, and they can have fun with the clouds and rain from time to time.

Su Wan glanced away - several teenagers in blue and white Taoist robes were walking towards the gate of the temple, talking and laughing in high spirits.

A certain string in his memory was pulled, and he vaguely reminded him of the teenage boy who stood in the crowd, numbly being pushed and pushed, surging with the crowd, like a soulless shell .

It turned out that at that time, he lost the vigorous look that a teenager should have.

The stars in the daytime, even if they try their best to shine, it will be futile after all.

The black and white paper kite in the shape of a black bird was teetering in the clear sky, the thin thread pulling it suddenly broke in his eyes, and the paper kite stumbled down and fell into his arms.

"It's over!" Someone yelled and hurried over here.