MTL - The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path-Chapter 196 be deeply grieved

Thunder thundered, as if a blaze of fierce blazing light.

Lin Shu's entire vision was drowned by the strong light of purple and white.

He couldn't see anything, but still didn't want to close his eyes.

Strangely, he didn't have any fluctuations in his heart, but just ended to the wrong end.

He even thought, Xiao Shao, after all, you can achieve perfection.

He didn't know how long it had been, maybe for an instant, or for many years.

At the moment when the light receded like a tide, the cloud that had been shrouded in the sky for a long time centered on the rooftop of the mountain sacrifice and gradually dispersed to the surrounding.

At first glance, Lin Shu looked to the center of the altar.

No one seems to exist in the empty altar.

He reached forward with a harp, took the well-deserved sword from the altar, and returned it to its sheath.

Well worth the sword.

He trembled his fingers and put it on his body.

Suddenly a piece of red fell in front of me.

He reached out to catch it, and saw a golden-red phoenix feather that was almost as long as his forearm.

Is it Xiao Shao's body? The mine was not destroyed.

He didn't know, just held this feather with a faint glowing temperature, and put it away.

The causal mirror floated up and hung beside him.

After doing all this, he turned around and wanted to return.

But they saw the martial arts warriors on the side of the altar who stood alone, and they aspired to go forward together, and each pulled out the sword, and they became a siege to him.

As the first old man of Xianfengdao bone said: "No return guest is dead! The evil spell is set on this person."

The crowd echoed: "If you keep this person, you will suffer endlessly!"

There is also humanity: "If you know the truth, you will surrender the law and swear that you have no relationship with the returnee!"

They acted firmer again, each with their own power.

Lin Shu looked coldly at these diverse crowds.

It is true that someone cuts the demon and removes the demon, and some people touch the fish with muddy water.

After all, the little white face around Wuguike has no practice and can only play the piano, which is what everyone sees.

And he has been following Wugui Ke for a long time, and surely knows where his strange and terrible cultivation came from.

Huaihuan's sin, if the Huaihuai is weak and deceived, and his reputation is bad, he can't blame others.

He didn't move and let those people come forward.

But he saw an epee, which lay in front of him.

Cang Yun flashed in front of him, and said, "Brother Lin is not a man of heart. If you want to kill him, kill me first."

Yueruo's body appeared like a light smoke: "I'm coming too."

Along with them, there was a disciple who was familiar with Lin Shu, but did not know him, and vaguely remembered that the girl who had taken care of the fold in the treasure hall was the one who took the lead.

Immediately someone said, "Old seniors, Yuetang owner, the afterlife of your family is also confused by this demon!"

The old senior said, "Lin Xiaoyou is kind to old people, Qin Daoyou, forgiving old people can't survive."

The same thing is said by the owner.

Lin Shu knew that they did not want to harm themselves, but because of the communication between the various factions, they could not help.

The "Qin Daoyou" then said: "You also have your hardships, but these three posteriors, since they are together with demons, they are also very important!"

Now everyone will attack him!

Cangliao said, "Brother Lin, don't worry."

Then he closed his eyes and guarded the royal array.

But he is still young, how can Xiuwei be compared with those famous Xiandao predecessors.

At this moment, I heard a clear drink from midair: "Bold!"

Lingsu and Elder Crane landed, along with Yun Lan and Qing Lu.

Elder Crane said in a deep voice, "Who dares to hurt me?"

Lingsu half kneeled in front of Lin Shu: "Master, I'll be late."

"Anyway." Lin Shu said softly.

The heroes didn't put these in their eyes: "This person follows the non-returned customer, as everyone knows! Since you are doing your best to maintain it, we have nothing to say, the sword has no eyes, everyone, please be careful!"

But see the sword lightsaber come together!

These people who stand in front of Lin Shu also want to shoot.

Lin Shudao: "Slow."

Lingsu turned back: "The Lord ..."

Lin Shu put the piano on the ground and slowly pulled out the folding bamboo sword: "I'll go."

"can……"

Lin Shudao said, "You can rest assured."

Seeing him getting out of the crowd, "Qin Daoyou" flashed greed in his eyes, and came with a sword!

Lin Shu held the cold handle of the folded bamboo.

There are no fancy moves, no spiritual power, no vitality.

In one style, the Moonrise Cold Field with an empty shelf collided with Qin Daoyou's knife.

Qin Daoyou suddenly opened his eyes.

He fell to the ground, as if losing his energy: "You ... you ...!"

Lin overlooked to others.

He had thought that he would hide in the Qingshan pastoral, and did not expect the people in the world to want him to be clean.

Also, if there is no perfect practice, some people will follow it. Even if someone blocks it today, they will come again.

But Xiao Shao ... Since he left in peace, how can he let him be fooled by these people.

Under the urging of that man, he had a little understanding of "Silent".

The rest of the people, seeing Qin Daoyou's defeat, had some fear before, but seeing that Qin Daoyou didn't seem to be seriously injured, they shouted and rushed up.

Lin Shu only stood in place.

In the eyes of those heavenly figures, all of them were blurred, and they turned into all kinds of noisy and noisy shadows.

Xiao Shao said the world is dirty.

He lived and died for the rest of his life.

He didn't know if the world was dirty or dirty, only Xiao Shao, forever and ever, was gone.

The world was suddenly silent, he lost contact with all people and everything in the world.

He also seemed to lose his senses, eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, all empty, as if nothing.

silence.

nothingness.

Silence.

At that time, the young prince demon claustrophobic into the cave of no light, no sound and no sense for hundreds of years, and realized that he felt dying.

Together with the autumn wind, Man Ye drifted.

Thousands of prosperity, after all, a dream.

He smelt the scent of Hanmei again for a while, so that people would get lost in it.

——It's probably like a dream, let's ... ecstasy here.

Faced with a crowd of people, he raised his sword, issued a sword, and daggered.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light, accompanied by the silence of the consciousness of consciousness, and his mind was illuminated with light and flint.

When he used this trick, he remembered the name of this trick.

be deeply grieved.

The final form of "Sauvignon Blanc", however, is indispensable for the legacy of the Qingming Demon King "Silent".

The crowd seemed to be struck by the invisible things in the void and fell to the ground.

Lin Shu closed the sword and returned to the sheath.

The others were shocked and terrified, and looked at him, afraid to step forward, and finally uttered a few harsh words, and retired.

Several people in Cangyu are still there.

Lin Shudao: "Thank you."

He picked up the piano, held it, chose a direction at will, and walked towards the end of the horizon.

The haze dissipated, and the grassy warbler flew in February. The distant mountains were faintly smoky, and because of the lack of daylight, they were faint, like a very pale landscape painting.

He walked among the mountains, stumbled, and barely stabilized his body. The ice string trembled because of the instability of the body, and he didn't know where to touch the machine. A white paper seal fell down.

Lin Shu caught it.

It's an envelope.

I do n’t know when it was put in the piano, and four words were written on it.

I love it.

Lin Shu didn't cry. From beginning to end today, he didn't even change his mood at all.

But the moment these four words came into view, the wind and sand of Spring Day fascinated him.

The author has something to say:

"It's almost like a dream, let's ecstasy here." A pair of couplets written by Zeng Guofan.

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