MTL - The Correct Way of Face-Slapping in Transmigration-Chapter 165 9.8 Face to Heaven Order

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Gu Yunxi's pupils shrank, he knew that the young man in red was him. Even if there was no such memory in his mind, he felt that it belonged to him and Beichen Xuanming's past.

He concentrated his attention, narrowed his eyes, and carefully looked at the pictures, the things he should have experienced.

"Beichen Xuanming, look." The young man in red pulled a long blue whip from his waist, and suddenly waved at the man with a cold face on the opposite side, his cold voice with a slight smile.

Beichen Xuan looked at him quietly, without moving. When the long whip came to his eyes, he grabbed it and shattered the long whip into green powder, which was scattered in the sky.

The young man in red looked at his empty hands, stomped with anger and scolded, "You know how long it took me to make this whip, but you ruined it! Bei Chenxuan Hey, you pay me! Today, if you do n’t give me a treasure to compensate, I will annoy you every day and scold your master. "

He is naturally in a bluff. Don't mention the real Zixiao, he dare not even come out of this mountain. However, he was admitted to Tiandao Sect without permission. If he was arrested, he could dispose of it according to the rules of their denomination.

"Three days." The man's cold voice came, and he gave a casual glance at the shouting youth, and said coldly.

The young man in red was guilty of conscience. The whip was not even used for three days. He just made a leaf from his body to make it. He just wanted to use Beichen Xuanming to get something good.

"Give you."

As soon as he wanted to retort, the man threw something over. The young man in red went to pick it up subconsciously, thinking that it was the compensation that the man's conscience found to give, so he took it in his hands and looked angrily, and then was angry again.

"Beichen Xuanming, you wait!"

It turned out that he had a wood-carved doll in his hand. The doll's mouth was wide, it seemed to be shouting, and it was ugly, and looked very scary. Originally, this was nothing, but Beichen Xuanming engraved the word "fall" on the front of the doll, and later wrote "Noise", apparently sarcastic chatter in the red youths on weekdays.

Gu Yunxi closed his eyes and tried his best to find this memory, but still found nothing, but he was very clear that what he saw was not just an illusion, but also what he had really experienced.

He stepped forward, reached out and grabbed, thinking he would only catch the air like last time, but could not imagine being pulled in by an inexplicable force. When he opened his eyes, what he saw in front of him was no longer the scene he had seen before, but a place he was extremely familiar with—the river on the Minghe River.

Here is still dark all year round, wandering countless inextricable souls. Some of them have calmed down, seeming to see through and look away, and some are still full of grievances, and the sound of hissing is wandering in every corner of the Minghe River.

"His respect, thousands of worlds, it is inevitable that some people will be dissatisfied with their own destiny. This is a helpless thing, but it has nothing to do with me and so on." A white man stood up and looked at the inextricable souls in a cold voice. His eyes were cold, but the corners of his mouth were hooked, as if to enjoy such a painful voice.

Standing in front of him was a tall, handsome man, with no expression on his face, and glanced at the boy in white, saying, "It is a heavy responsibility to take charge of thousands of worlds, and you must remember to take it seriously."

"Yes." Two respectful voices sounded. In addition to the boy in white, there were two men behind the man.

Gu Yunxi, the two of them, looked at it, and felt a sense of incomprehension. He opened his eyes wide and wanted to look more carefully, but his eyes suddenly hurt. He raised his hands to stop his eyes, and suddenly understood the identity of the two.

"Well, dear, you also know that there is a heavy responsibility. How did you fail when you were in trouble? Or was you fascinated by an exquisite flower, huh." The man in white has no respect for the man, and speaks at will. Many, with a little bit of irony.

"shut up!"

"presumptuous!"

The two men drank in unison, and the boy in white shook his lips, looked at the angry expression on their faces, and closed his mouth with interest. He couldn't afford these two evil spirits.

Gu Yunxi turned his hands into fists, and an instant surge of addictiveness burst into his heart. He stared at the boy in white, only to feel the pain in his head. He knows that this person is heavenly! It is the way to force him to reincarnate for thousands of years!

There was a twist on his face. If it wasn't clear in his heart, what he saw was only a ghost image. He was afraid that he would have rushed up to the sky to endlessly die!

The picture suddenly turned, and Gu Yunxi came to an unknown place. All he saw was the mist lingering in the jungle, and a pale man.

He doesn't know this person, and he doesn't know why he came here.

"I am sorry, I'm sorry for you." The man closed his eyes slightly, his face seemed endless remorse, and the heartbreak that made Gu Yunxi couldn't help but feel heartache.

"Darkness, waiting for me." He raised his eyes and looked forward, his eyes trembling like a lone wolf without a partner. Then he suddenly raised his hand and used full skill to press down towards the heavenly spirit cover.

Gu Yunxi froze. He looked at the blood stains on the man's mouth and grasped his chest tightly. This is a lover, and he knows that this man is a lover. But why did he say he was sorry, why did he say this!

His mind was confused and he couldn't figure out a clue. No, or in other words, Gu Yunxi didn't want to sort out this idea at all.

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The dense fog re-filled in front of Gu Yunxi's eyes, and the environment in front of him became dark again.

"Lord, there is a little thing here, like a flower."

A black nightmare fiddled with a flower that just emerged with small claws, said. A man walked not far away, his face was calm, but the moment he saw the flower changed, he carefully removed the nightmare's paw, and gently touched the bud with the bud.

"Lord, what flower do you think this is?" The Nightmare Beast asked.

The corner of the man's mouth slightly lifted an arc, stroking the flower body gently, saying, "Ghost flower." This is his ghost flower.

He stood up, the sword behind him came out of the sheath, and made a fierce stroke on his wrist, and the red blood fell on the flowers and leaves.

"Lord, you see, the ghost flower is blooming! It must have been miserable in its past life, and it will be born on the river bank of the river in the present life.

Beichen Xuanming looked up at the sky that was gradually dim, and somehow he felt a panic.

"Brother, Zi Xiao is really alive, let you preach to the disciples to the fairy tale tonight and tell them something to know." As the night fell, a disciple came out and said with a hand.

He was also one of the disciples selected this time, with a clear sense of joy in his eyes. He knew that Beichen Xuanming was the leader of this team, so he respected him very much.

"I see." Beichen Xuanming glanced at him and said gently. He paused, and then said, "You pass on, everyone will gather in Bixiao Hall tonight."

It didn't matter that he spoke, and when he heard his soft voice, the disciple who came to sue was immediately taken aback. He stared at Beichen Xuanming for a long time, looked and looked, and finally believed that what had just been said was indeed from the eyes of the people in front of him.

Tian Daozong knows that Beichen Xuanming is as cold as his master Zi Xiao. No one had ever seen him laugh, nor had he seen any expression on his face.

His ups and downs always make people feel alienated.

"Why, is there anything I don't understand?" Beichen Xuanming frowned suddenly, looking at his disciple dumbly and asking. Seeing his appearance, the disciple breathed a sigh of relief, quickly confessed his mistake, and said, "Brother, forgive me. There is one more thing I forgot to say. There is a word from Zixiao. You must go to Kunlun and other schools before entering the secret realm Confluence. "

Beichen Xuanming nodded, waved his hand, motioned the disciple to retreat, then walked to a corner inaccessible, opened the Qiankun bag around his waist, and released the youth inside. But he saw Gu Yunxi curling up, lying still on the ground.

"Darkness!" He hurried forward and hugged the pale young man in panic, then his pupils shrank.

He saw the endless black mist overflowing from Gu Yunxi. He had known for a long time that the young man in his arms was not practicing the right path, but he could not help but be shocked to see it.

After hearing the call, Gu Yunxi slowly opened his eyes and raised his head to stare at Beichen Xuanming. There was a moment of perplexity. Suddenly his eyes suddenly changed to become the blood red that is most commonly used by magic repair. The pretty white palms slowly lifted, and looked coldly behind the man.

That's Zixiao.

"Exquisite flowers. Magic repair."

A cold voice blew into his ears with the wind of the night. Beichen Xuanming hugged Gu Yunxi tightly, and looked at his master with vigilance.

"Xuanming, kill him." Zixiao said indifferently, as if I didn't know how difficult this order was for Beichen Xuanming, or that Beichen Xuanming couldn't do it at all.

Beichen Xuanming took two steps back and shook his head. He took Gu Yunxi in his arms with one hand, and put his other hand on his sword.

Seeing this, Zi Xiao didn't say much, and he condensed his spiritual power and swung Gu Yunxi directly. This palm was a deadly move. If you can't hide, it's the soul flying away.

Gu Yunxi shot quickly, releasing a multitude of magical ambitions that could withstand the palm that came to him. Then the nerves tightened, his eyes looked at Zixiao real person, and he tilted his head to look at Beichen Xuanming.

After all, Zixiao's real life is a period of deification, and the two of them just arrived at Yuan Ying. Of course, they are not their opponents. But if the two work together, there is still the possibility of defeat. Looking at it, Beichen Xuanming has no such intention.

"Master, don't force me."

Beichen Xuanming's eyes darkened, and a killing involuntarily appeared, which was completely unaware of himself.

"Do you know what the exquisite flower is?" Zixiao's real lips moved and whispered, "It's a deceiving thing. He can make you unknowingly fall in love. Such love can be considered as Love? "

He hadn't spoken so many words for a long time, his voice changed from cold to hoarse, the only constant was the irony in the words.

"I know." Beichen Xuanming suddenly raised his lips and said, "I know what a delicate flower is, and I know that I love him."