After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

This behavior was naturally taken into the eyes of the young man, his seventh junior brother just couldn't hide things, and was always seen through by others at a glance, like a stupid and docile lamb.

"How long are you going to pretend to be crazy?"

Mo Qiuzhe ignored it, and the veins in his clenched hands were bulging. He was obviously extremely angry, but he seemed to be desperately grabbing a life-saving straw: "Stop pretending, I can already see it."

He stared at him motionlessly, and smiled horribly, "You are such a person, you can easily change your country, and your nature is hard to change. Since you have committed a lot of evil, you should be cut into pieces and suffer eternal hell!"

As the ending sound fell, a blue light burst into his hands, and the seal behind him suddenly appeared. His sword shadow was like an illusion, turning into a dragon and shuttle, with murderous intent, stabbing the young man on the wall like a gust of wind and lightning.

What kind of disease is this?

Su Wan's eyes were tinged with coldness, and he still didn't put on an offensive and defensive posture. He let the sword stab into his breastbone, causing him to take a few steps back, and the severe pain arose spontaneously, stimulating his sensory nerves.

"Five senior brothers!"

Li Xiyuan turned pale with fright, and wanted to step forward to help, the man who was hit by the sword gritted his teeth, waved his hand at him, grasped the edge of the sword with Yubai's knuckles, and forced a smile, which seemed to be mixed with bitterness: "I I know that my senior brother hates me for going mad and accidentally hurting his disciples, if this sword can make my senior brother feel less angry, even if Zhexuan dies today, he will have no complaints or regrets."

The sword bearer's eyes were wide open, and the brown pupils suddenly shrank, appearing mad and in pain: "Go to hell!"

The sword edge pierced his palm, missing inch after inch into the flesh, and stabbed straight into the heart.

Seeing that something was wrong, Li Xiyuan just picked up Xiao and put it to his lips. Someone in white clothes like snow came up to the eaves of the wall, and quickly grabbed the sword with his hand, just in time to let the sharp edge rest on the fresh The edge of a beating heart.

Is this guy finally willing to save him?

Su Wan gritted her teeth in pain, an imperceptible smile flashed across her face, with a hint of complacency, which was fleeting.

Seeing the person coming, Mo Qiuzhe's eyes were blood red, his eyes were full of ferociousness, and his malice could not be hidden: "Brother, now is the best time to kill him! Don't stop me!"

"retreat."

Xu Qingyi's tone was flat, his expression did not change, he was still so indifferent and alienated, neither sad nor happy.

When Mo Qiuzhe saw this, he showed a ferocious attitude. Regardless, he insisted on taking this man's life. He held the sword in both hands, pushed it to the hilt with all his strength, and stabbed at his heart angrily!

"I let you, back off!"

Qinghan emerged, and the sword edge broke suddenly at his fingertips. Xu Qingyi's eyes were bleak and concealed, and his face was clearly devoid of anger.

Mo Qiuzhe suddenly lost his center of gravity, fell from the eaves of the wall, and fell heavily on the ground. He struggled to get up, looked at the calm and calm young man, stood there holding the broken sword in his hand, and was stunned for a while. There was a burst of wild laughter, and there was a sense of despair and desolation in the laughter.

"Brother, I'm really... so unwilling."

He laughed and walked away in a daze.

"Third Senior Brother..."

Before leaving, Li Xiyuan did not forget to bow to the two of them, and chased after them full of worry.

Seeing that the lunatic suddenly went crazy, Su Wan instantly felt that it was strange and boring.

Mo Qiuzhe is really strange, he acted like a firefighter with a salary, in the end the fire was not saved, and he ended up being a igniter, only the ashes of bones were still smoldering ashes that were gradually cooling cigarette.

"Third senior brother... he actually hates me so much."

In order to perform the scene well, Su Wan invited Xu Qingyi to save him, and received a sword forcefully. Now his chest still hurts badly, but his face is pretending to be sad, his eyebrows and eyes are lightly lowered, and he holds the broken sword on his chest, acting The weak Xizi wins three points.

The person in front didn't turn his head back, and said coldly: "You can obviously dodge this sword."

Su Wan stretched out the wrist covered with the silver ring in front of him. The silver ring was thin, and the water seal set by Xu Qingyi turned into delicate patterns, which wrapped around the ring surface, bringing out the delicate and delicate joints of the jade wrist, with a hint of fragility. feel.

"Senior brother gave me this, isn't it just to make me stop abusing my cultivation to make trouble? The grudge between me and third senior brother is too deep, and I should find ways to settle it. Seeing him in such pain, I feel very uncomfortable."

He felt very uncomfortable. This bastard Mo Qiuzhe not only stabbed him with a blue-light conical arrow, but also stabbed him with a sword today. He will take revenge, and one day, he will take off the leg he owes him. !

Su Wan didn't think he was a good person. He was a seed that fell in the shadows. He gnawed on his own flesh and blood, drained his enthusiasm, struggled, and grew into a crooked cang tree.

The blood in his palm had long since congealed into a lump, covering the bloody broken blade. He was about to pull it out, but suddenly caught the figure of the person in front of him shaking inaudibly, which reminded him of the tottering blade in the clear sky. paper kite.

He subconsciously reached out to support him, but the moment he touched the man's back, he dodged abruptly, and the strange feeling after he touched his skin in the dungeon came back to his mind again.

Su Wan raised his eyelids slightly, and met a pair of gray eyes that suddenly turned cold and bottomless. His brows were gloomy, and his face was full of undisguised sternness.

This was the first time he saw such an expression on Xu Qingyi's face, and he was stunned for two seconds.

The man seemed to be aware of his gaffe, turned his face hastily, and fell down from the high wall. In a blink of an eye, his snow-white clothes disappeared by the door of the palace, leaving only one sentence:

"You go to the medicine hall to treat your injuries."

Su Wan stared at his blood-stained hands, and suddenly realized where the strange feeling came from. The biggest difference between a living person and a dead person is the temperature. Normal people are always warm no matter how low their body temperature is, but when he encountered When Xu Qingyi was there, he didn't feel a trace of warmth from him, on the contrary, he was cold. This person doesn't look like a living person at all.

He blocked his own pain, and pulled out the broken sword from his chest without hesitation. With heavy eyes, he summoned a raging fire and burned it into powder. .

The moon and stars are sparse, and a few crows can be faintly heard.

Outside the sleeping hall on the east side, there is still an enchantment made of the Silencer Curse. Inside the enchantment, the cold suddenly rises, like a harsh winter raid, killing people by surprise.

Xu Qingyi breathed heavily, his face was pale, his eyelashes drooped, and the long and dense eyelashes left a layer of blue on the eyelids, as if there was a butterfly about to flap its wings.

He was the source of the cold air in the room, and the coldness in his body seemed to come alive, turning into an uncontrollable scourge, biting and rushing wantonly.

Fengming Lihuo pills were scattered all over the ground, this pill was red and strong in nature, it was born to suppress cold poison, but after a long time, it became useless.

During the day, the man's face suddenly flashed in his mind, causing a dark cloud to float in his eyes. He knew very well where Mo Qiuzhe's hatred came from, and why not himself.

But the timing is not enough.

He can save him and kill him, but it is not easy to kill him.

With the sound of a violent cough, a stream of bright red blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, dripped down his jaw, and dyed the plain white skirt into scarlet.

He was not surprised when he saw it, and wiped away the blood with the back of his hand. The long blood stain remained on his cheek, adding an unusual charm to his cold face.

Xu Qingyi gathered the whole body's true energy in the Lingfu, trying to suppress the chaotic cold air, but unexpectedly, he was violently backlashed and spit out a big mouthful of blood. His lungs seemed to be clogged with blood energy, almost suffocating him.

He slumped down on the icy floor, and the silvery white frost spread out from his body, sweeping across the entire dormitory.

The people on the ground shivered from the cold, their emaciated bodies curled up into a ball, they randomly grabbed the frost-covered Fengming Lihuo Pill and stuffed it into their mouths.

He can't die, he has to live.

It's that dream again.

Su Wan just lay on the eaves and squinted for a while, and the drenched boy fell into his dream.

He was still sitting opposite him, with his eyes closed, his thin body frozen stiff and weak, and water dripped from his soft hair, falling to the ground drop by drop.

Su Wan thought it was a water ghost who was accidentally killed by the original owner, and ended up seeking revenge on him in his dream?

He walked over, knelt down next to the boy, and asked him tentatively with his chin in his hand, "Little thing, what's your name?"

The young man was stunned for a while, lowered his head, looked at him with a pair of beautiful eyes without blinking, his bloodless lips squirmed slightly: "Cold."

"If it's cold, go find a stove to warm it up. Don't come wandering around in my dreams again, or I will eat children when I'm hungry!" Su Wan smiled sinisterly, with a dim light in her eyes, looking at the It's creepy.

"Understand?"

He hung a threat on his lips, showing his fierce fangs.

Now the little water ghost must be too frightened to disturb his dream anymore. Su Wan was about to get up, but the young man carefully grabbed his fingers. The sudden cold made his eyes cloudy, and his face suddenly sank: "Do you want to die?"

The young man flinched and let go of his hand, but he didn't take it back. Instead, he hung in mid-air, silently gathering his red and swollen fingers, and eagerly kept the warmth he had reached before in his palm.

How unlucky!

Su Wan was hesitating whether to burn him with a fire, but suddenly the cry of crows rang in his ears, waking him up from his doze.

What caught my eye was a black crow, its eyeballs were rolling back and forth, and there were several mournful calls from its brown-red beak, which were ugly and piercing.

Even worse!

He knocked it down impatiently, and sat up from the eaves of the wall: he has encountered all the ghosts from the underworld!

Anger welled up in her heart, and the drowsiness was dispelled. Su Wan wanted to wander around other peaks for a while, but in the corner of her vision, there was a silvery white eye-catching, blooming in the silence barrier outside the bedroom on the east side, and she climbed crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye. It seems to have suddenly entered the realm of winter, which is both spectacular and weird.

In the middle of the night, what kind of exercise is Xu Qingyi practicing?

In line with the principle of knowing yourself and the enemy, and never ending a hundred battles, he pulled out a wisp of consciousness and put it into the body of the half-dead crow.

A ray of fire flashed in Xuanniao's black needle-like eyes, spread its wings, and flew towards the enchantment on the east side.

The cold air in the sleeping hall was overwhelming, and hoarfrost covered all the furnishings in the hall, making them look like they were covered in silver.

The black crow and bird broke through the barrier outside the hall and got in. Seeing the scene in front of him, he shook his round head suspiciously.

Bai Shuang seemed to be alive, aware of the alien spirit, and climbed up with a "hiss" in the cold air, like a poisonous snake ready to hunt.

The fire in the crow's eyes suddenly appeared, and the flames filled the room fiercely. The next moment, the crow transformed into a tall young man in white robes. As soon as his toes hit the ground, the white frost quickly receded with the cold air, as if he had seen him. A natural enemy that makes them tremble.

Su Wan looked at the cold room with a satisfied expression: As expected of the person he was looking for, the strength is really good!

When his gaze caught sight of the figure curled up next to the desk, his face froze suddenly, and he paced forward, covered with frost as he approached inch by inch, until he hid in the body of the unconscious person inside.