Xianghe

"Don't you think we rely too much on him? After all, he is the priest of Tiangong, our enemy, it's better to keep a little distance from him."

It was as if someone had poured a basin of snow water from Jue Ling on top of his head, it was icy cold, instantly extinguishing Yuan Qinghui's enthusiasm to meet that person with his sword in his hand, it was icy cold, from head to toe.

When you want to meet this person again, when you rush over at the speed of life and death to give this person his treasure, what this person is thinking is to push you away and draw a clear line with you.

It turns out that all the previous "for your own good" were fake, they were all excuses, they were excuses to keep you away from him. He was really serious and wanted you to stay away from him.

Obviously there is still time to wait for him to come back and accompany him to deal with the monster, but he has never liked to ride the clouds and only ride horses or walk, this time he used magic to reach the destination quickly, maybe, just to avoid himself.

How much do you hate him?

Holding the sword box in his hand, Yuan Qinghui stood on the high auspicious clouds without moving.

Like an abandoned child, standing alone between the sky and the earth, he does not exist in the sky, nor has he touched the ground, he is the child abandoned by everything.

Abandoned by that person, isn't it abandoned by everything?

Severe winds blew past, and the ground seemed to change, but Yuan still stood where he was, unable to move.

The two seemed to have encountered problems at the entrance, and the little pointer seemed more panicked than Xianghe.

"What kind of wind is this? Why does the blowing fog make people burn so painful?"

The little pointer's shout could be heard in mid-air, but Xianghe beside him was calm: "His tone, take the opportunity to hurry in!"

As he said that, he saw Xianghe and little pointer ready to rush in from the monster's mouth.

The monsters they encounter every time are very, very big. If they fight against something of that strength from the outside, they will be disabled even if they don’t die. The most troublesome thing is that they will definitely not be able to get what they want, so every time they run to the monster’s body to steal from.

But just before he was about to seize the opportunity to go in, he was stopped.

The scorching "fog" made it difficult for them to see the way ahead. If they moved a little slower, the monster had already closed its mouth.

When the fog gradually dissipated, Yuan Qinghui could clearly see the appearance of the monster. There was only a huge "shell" exposed outside, but in front of Xianghe and the others, there was a small crack in the ground that went deep into the ground. In the deep underground, there seems to be something glowing from the cracks in the ground, something unknown, always makes people feel terrible.

Yuan Qinghui couldn't see the mouth of the monster below through the fog at high altitude, and only understood the situation below when he heard the little pointer shouting "Close, close, close".

"Wait a little longer." Xianghe and the little pointer had already jumped out of the "dense fog", and Yuan Qinghui saw that the clothes on Xianghe's body had been scorched by the fog, and the exposed skin was also torn. It turned red, it must have been burned by the look of it!

The little pointer beside him is rough and thick, and the injury is not serious, but he felt sorry for his "leopard print" apron: "This monster's tone is too heavy, I'm a top-notch white leopard!" Skin!"

The two, or three of them waited there for a long time, finally, a gust of wind came with the mist, and Xiang He rushed into the mist with the little pointer: "Quick!"

This time it finally worked.

It seems that because I am not very familiar with the scorching fog, I couldn't get used to the pain for the first time, and my eyes were covered by the fog, so I didn't go in smoothly. I finally got mentally prepared for the second time, and I didn't close it no matter how scorching it was. Eyes, led the little pointer and rushed in, and finally came in.

After coming in, I didn't feel well. The monster's body was filled with the same scorching mist as outside, and I couldn't even breathe in the air. Let alone looking for things here, it would be fatal to stay for a while.

After entering, it was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers. Xianghe stretched out her hand, pointed out a small flame with her index finger, and looked back at the little pointer behind her: "It's all right, this fog is quite troublesome, so be careful."

Halfway through the speech, Xianghe stopped in a daze, Yuan Qinghui reached out and made a transparent circular cover to cover him and Xianghe, so that the mist could no longer erode them, and naturally walked to Xianghe, As if nothing happened, he grinned and said: "Then you can follow me closely, it will be dangerous to step out of this cover."

From behind came the little pointer's anxious cry: "Xianghe! I just saw a black shadow go in with you! How are you? Is it dangerous inside?"

Yuan Qinghui smiled and shouted to the outside of the cover: "It's me, don't worry, I'll accompany him this time, too many people will get in the way, don't come in, just wait for us outside!"

Feeling the body of the people around him froze slightly, Yuan Qinghui didn't say much, turned around with a smile and put his arms around Xianghe's shoulders, and continued to walk forward: "Let's go, go get what you want."

Xiang He stared at him stiffly, her eyes full of surprise.

After he walked a few steps, he finally said, "When did you come?"

Yuan Qinghui said nonchalantly: "Just arrived, do you think it's a coincidence? As soon as I came to your place, it was foggy outside, and I heard the bluffing of the little pointer. You left so fast, you will arrive in a day. If it used to be at least half a month, right?"

Xianghe stared at the ground thoughtfully, then raised her head with a smile, her smile full of exhaustion: "I wasted some time this time, I want to come here quickly."

Doesn't even hide emotions.

But Yuan Qinghui is very good at it. Originally, he wanted to happily send it to you to ask for credit, but now, he is just very natural, as if he sent such an insignificant thing, even the sword box was opened early. , casually threw the sword to Xianghe: "I got a sword, try to see if you know it well."

Xianghe caught the sword, stared at the sword, looked at Yuan Qinghui with some puzzlement, then looked at the sword again, and waved it casually, but each move was not random, the style Demonstrate inner skill.

Yuan Qinghui still looked at that person and smiled calmly, but that person didn't notice anything strange either.

"Thank you."

I don’t remember how many times he said this sentence to himself. If he said it the first time and the second time, he would feel a little fresh, even flattered, but now, he just feels tired, both physically and mentally. He smiled faintly at the man, then shook his head and said no thanks, then pulled the man forward.

"How do I get in?"

There seems to be a dead end in front of him, and the tightly closed meat membrane may be the throat of this monster.

At this time, Yuan Qinghui held the light in his hand, and Xianghe looked at Yuan Qinghui's hand holding the light. After hesitating for a moment, he raised the sword in his hand and stabbed straight at the meat membrane in front of him. !

Immediately, roars came from all around, and the feet were a little unstable. The monster seemed to be moving, but the movement was not large, just like the speed he was moving. If Yuan Qinghui was not careful, he would not have noticed that he was moving .

The pain from the sword's stabbing might just make him feel uncomfortable, as if a small thorn was stuck in his throat. The monster let out a breath, and saliva came out of his throat. Burning through, but it also opened his throat, and the two of them took advantage of the situation to pass through the throat and continue to walk down.

The more I walked in, the more difficult it was to walk. The cover had begun to leak "rain", and some "rain" even burned through the cover and dripped down.

Seeing this, Yuan Qinghui immediately opened the cover again, but it still couldn't prevent it from continuing to be damaged, and had to keep repairing the cover.

Yuan bowed his head and asked Xianghe: "How did you deal with this troublesome thing last time?"

Xianghe seemed to be a little absent-minded: "The master gave us two small magic tools before we came here last time, and we can resist them after using them."

"Then why not use it this time?"

"The magic weapon was made by the master himself, and it will be gone after it is used up."

"Your master can actually make utensils?" Then your master, as an "ordinary" mortal, must be a little too supernatural.

"Master seems to be able to do everything, but he seems to know nothing. He is crazy every day, and sometimes he feels that his mind is not normal."

Speaking of this master, Xianghe seemed to have a headache, but looking at his expression, when talking about this person, there was a slight smile on his face. Xianghe probably liked this master very much.

"That's true~ Otherwise, how could you teach two completely different disciples from you and the Emperor of Heaven? One can do everything, and the other can't do anything~"

Yuan Qinghui said in a pretendingly relaxed tone, he deliberately wanted to mention that person, originally he was always taboo to mention him in front of Xianghe, but now, he wants to mention it instead, not only mentioning it, but also more Mention, for the enemy, either forget him and he will not exist, or take him out and put him on the table from time to time, so as to remind himself and Xianghe, what kind of person he is now, you have to look at me more, you must To see me more.

But after Xianghe heard that person, his reaction didn't seem to be as big as he imagined, and he didn't even react when he heard that he was joking. He just smiled politely and awkwardly, and then moved on.

Yuan Qinghui was a little unwilling, followed his footsteps, and grabbed him: "Wait—"

Xianghe turned around in a daze, and was pulled into his arms by Yuan Qinghui, and bumped into his chest firmly: "What are you doing—"

Behind him, a scorching drop of "rain" fell through the cover to the ground, but that "rain" would not burn the ground, because the ground was also his body.

After passing through the throat, the ground under his feet became hotter and hotter. Yuan Qinghui was fine, but Xianghe seemed to be a little choked. Not only did he walk very fast, he could almost see smoke coming from the soles of his feet.

"What are you doing—"

Before Xianghe objected, Yuan Qinghui hugged Xianghe horizontally: "Wait until it's dangerous and remind me."

"No! Put me down!" Xianghe began to struggle in Yuan Qinghui's arms, but Yuan Qinghui still hugged him tightly indifferently. When Xianghe was being held down by Yuan Qinghui, He seldom struggled seriously anymore, because no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't beat Yuan Qinghui and couldn't escape.

Sure enough, she got tired after a few strokes, let go of him, and lay quietly in his arms.

"How to go?"

At the fork in the road, Yuan Qinghui paused and asked Xianghe, Xianghe pointed in a direction, and Yuan Qinghui continued to move forward with his arms around him.

In this way, Xianghe showed the way, and Yuan Qinghui carried him forward at a fast speed. Only when he reached some narrow "sections" where it was difficult for two people to pass, would he let Xianghe down, and then picked him up again. .

"Where's this monster thing?"

"On the shell."

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