pillow mountain river

In the blink of an eye, the hands and feet of the remaining three Golden Core stage monks were bound, and the vines that emerged out of nowhere were stronger than the demon-locking rope, and they could not be cut off no matter what.

The diners at the inn saw that the person effortlessly defeated the Golden Core cultivator, and knew that this person's cultivation was unfathomable, so they stopped watching and hurriedly paid their bills and left.

The girl's face turned pale, and she stood there motionless.

A vine stabbed at her like a dagger, and stopped less than an inch away from the eye.The girl opened her eyes wide and stared at the vine in front of her, she was frightened stupid.

There are still young leaves growing on the vines, which are slender and flexible, and look like ordinary plants.But the girl has no doubt that this vine can easily pierce her body like a sharp long sword.

"Go away."

The girl finally heard the man speak, the calm voice like stagnant water, as if it was just driving away a group of mosquitoes and flies.

Who is this person?

The squire struggled free from its bondage, and those terrible vines returned to the ground, leaving no trace but holes in the floor.The attendant in black was covered in cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of cold water, and he said something in the girl's ear.

The girl pursed her lips and said unwillingly, "Let's go!"

She walked to the door and looked back at the man.The sunlight outside the window was shining on the man, and the plain and unpretentious Tsing Yi was inconspicuous.This person is like a pool of water, which looks calm on the surface, but is actually unfathomable.

Perhaps, only the uninitiated rabbit can stay by that person's side safely.

The girl was born smoothly, and she has never suffered a big loss. Today, she feels like a thorn in her throat, and she can only spread all the grievances she has suffered on the maid.

"Those four people are like dead pigs! They made me laugh! What are you talking about the Golden Core stage monks?!" The girl smashed all the vases on the ancient shelf to the ground.

The maid was silent and crawled on the ground. A girl's cheek was scratched by the fragments of the vase, and the blood dripped on the ground to form a pool of blood, but no one spoke to persuade her.

"If I don't kill that person, I won't be able to swallow my breath!"

The girl's eyes were about to burst, and she smashed the porcelain in her hand at the door.

"Ling'er, who made you angry again?" The middle-aged man walked into the house, looked at the mess and asked.

The girl changed the fury on her face, pouted her lips, misty eyes formed, "Father, someone is bullying me!"

"Who dares to bully you? You are Dad's only treasure," the middle-aged man caressed his daughter's black hair, thinking that his spoiled and indulgent daughter was acting like a spoiled child.

The girl shed tears and cried bitterly on her father's lap, "Someone is going to kill me today! My daughter was almost killed by him!"

The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed, "Didn't Dad give you some guards, these four are all masters. With them around, who can hurt you?"

"Don't talk about them. My daughter is angry when I talk about it, and she is a Golden Core cultivator, but it turns out to be no different from ordinary people! She was beaten all over the ground, causing her daughter to be laughed at."

The middle-aged man showed doubts, "Those four people are indeed Jindan cultivators, Ling'er, who exactly did you meet?"

"My daughter doesn't know, he's going to kill me as soon as he comes up, father, my daughter is so scared, you must help me, help me kill him!"

"If those four people can't solve it, who else can?" the middle-aged man murmured.

The girl raised her small face and wiped away the tears on her face, her pitiful face suddenly became gloomy, "Father, if you lend me a few people, my ancestors won't notice."

"Lingbi!" the girl's father said in a deep voice.

"Father, if you don't help me, is it possible that you want your daughter to suffer this kind of grievance?" The girl named Lingbi burst into tears again.

The middle-aged man had no choice but to soften his attitude, and while comforting her, he said, "How could my ancestor not know about my every move? Linger, how can you lay your mind on my ancestor?"

"My ancestor dotes on me the most. If he knows, he will definitely agree! Besides, I will only borrow a few people and let them go back when they are used up. The ancestor will not ask."

"Ling'er, father is thinking about it," the middle-aged man sighed.

On one side is the weeping beloved daughter, and on the other side are the rules that cannot be crossed.The middle-aged man frowned, and finally made a decision.

The daylight gradually fades, the twilight fades, and the night draws near.

Zhen Hanshan sat in the courtyard with the rabbit in his arms.

The white rabbit jumped around restlessly, Zhen Hanshan had no choice but to put it on the ground and let the rabbit play around.Rabbits run around, and when they meet a new thing, they will sniff it.

Zhenhanshan's gaze has been on it all the time, and he never takes a step away.

The small courtyard couldn't trap the hare, so the rabbit jumped over the threshold and went out through the small door.

Not far from the door is a forest, and the night wind is blowing, blowing thousands of leaves.

"Er Dong, come back," Zhen Hanshan walked to the door and said to the rabbit.

The white rabbit stopped, and looked at the man with red cherry-like eyes, but it was just a rabbit without intelligence after all, it just looked back at its owner, then obeyed its instinct and continued to jump towards the forest.

Zhen Hanshan followed in frustration.

The moon had just come out, and the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the dark or shallow shadows were like living spirits, writhing on the ground.

The white rabbit lowered its head and arched a leaf with the tip of its nose.It was covered with dust, and Zhen Hanshan was about to pick up the rabbit when a flash of sword light flashed behind him.

In the blink of an eye, a sword that appeared out of nowhere almost pierced Zhenhanshan's chest.At this moment, a huge plant suddenly jumped up to block the sword.

The thick vines formed an indestructible wall, and the powerful sword only left a shallow trace on that green wall.

"You kid offended someone who shouldn't be offended," a gloomy and hoarse voice sounded behind Zhen Hanshan.A few black shadows stood under the tree, the leader was holding a long sword, and the sword was wrapped in a terrifying black air.

The moonlight cast on Zhen Hanshan, he turned around and looked at several people.

The man in black has quite a high level of cultivation, especially the one holding the sword. The aura he radiates shows that he has reached the Nascent Soul Realm.These few people are not comparable to those four Golden Core cultivators in the daytime.

Because of this, in the eyes of the man in black, the man in front of him was already dead.

Zhen Hanshan said, "I don't want to do more crimes, but you guys are really annoying."

The sword-bearer's eyes turned cold, and he sneered, "When you have the strength, you can speak louder!" The man in black held the long sword in front of him, and the sword turned into countless sword shadows, which hung in mid-air, and put the pillow on the pillow. Hanshan is in the middle.

As long as Zhen Hanshan moves a little, countless sword shadows will rain down like raindrops.

Zhen Hanshan dispelled the facial obfuscation technique, and a clear face was displayed in front of several people.

"Oh, you finally know how to be afraid?" A person behind the sword-bearer sneered, "Now you know you have to beg your grandfather for mercy?"

Zhen Hanshan looked at the speaker expressionlessly, raised his hand to caress his forehead, a strange black line spread out on his face near the temple.

"It turned out to be a weird person, so I have to dare to look at people with my true face."

Zhen Hanshan put down his hands and said softly, "I really don't want to kill any more people."

He raised his eyes, his eyes were like ancient wells, without waves.

The moonlight fell from the skylight and scattered all over the ground like water.The corridor was lit, and the maid was busy cutting the wicks of the candles in the lanterns.

The girl in purple sat in front of the mirror and combed her long hair after washing up.She was inexplicably flustered, presumably because of the incident at noon, which made it difficult for her to calm down now.

She has already begged her father to mobilize the manpower to kill that hateful man, but she has not received an answer yet.Those few people are all able-bodied subordinates of the ancestors, and they are deeply trusted by the ancestors, so they won't be able to kill even one of them.

Although Lingbi thought so, she still couldn't restrain the fear that was about to move in her heart.

If she and her father privately sent Moxiu to avenge their personal revenge, and the ancestors found out, how would the ancestors react?

Thinking of the gentle and elegant smiling face of the old ancestor, Lingbi got dense goosebumps on his arms.

Will not!Blood is thicker than water. She is related to her ancestors. Although several generations have passed, the ancestors love her the most and often give him some exquisite gadgets and rare magic weapons.

Her favorite Yin-Yang Bu Yao is a first-year gift from her ancestors, who must love her dearly!

Lingbi combed her long hair absently, the comb accidentally got entangled in her long hair, and a strand of hair was forcibly torn off.

The girl screamed in pain, and slapped the comb on the dressing table.

No, she still can't feel at ease!

She must hear the news of that man's death with her own ears!

Lingbi didn't even put on her coat, but hurried to find her father in her inner coat.

"Father, do you have any news?" The girl asked her father, holding her breath unsteadily, leaning on the wall.

"Is that person dead?" Lingbi asked again in a hurry when he didn't hear his father's response.

Looking at it by candlelight, Lingbi let out an "ah" in fright.The middle-aged man's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and the sound transmission paper bird was landing on his palm.

Ling Bi stepped forward and shook his father's arm, "Father, what's the matter?"

The middle-aged man murmured in disbelief, "Dead?"

Hearing this, Lingbi finally relaxed her tightly locked brows. She smiled and said, "Those who make me feel bad will end well!"

"How could it be like this... the life card is completely shattered, and the soul is scattered..."

The smile on the girl's face was full of stagnation, and she slowly turned her head to look at her father's face.The look on her father's face made her realize the meaning of this sentence.

The moonlight is exceptionally bright, and the place it shines seems like daytime.There was a thick smell of blood in the evening wind, and the mountain birds on the branches were singing hoarsely.

Dirge-like bird calls spread throughout the mountains and forests.Under the tree, several horrific corpses still maintained their dying postures, staring unwillingly and standing with twisted limbs.

Their limbs are extremely weird, as if they have been reshaped by a huge force.

And a remnant corpse under the moonlight showed how several people died. Thick vines sprang up like giant pythons to entangle the prey. The lower body of the corpse was submerged in the vines, and the arms and necks were wrapped with tough vines like ropes.

The vines entangled the prey, and the huge force almost crushed the prey.

Beside the corpse, the man in green silently snuffed out the souls of several people, and the sand-like fragments of souls fell from between his fingers.

The black lines on the man's forehead lingered with black air, and he looked like a ghost left behind in the world, making people daunting.

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