How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight: Chapter 480 The most important thing is that the world can\'t keep it, Zhu Yan speaks from the mirror, flowers and trees

   Chapter 480 The most unstoppable in the world, Zhu Yan Cijingjingjinghua Cishu (41)

   He lowered his eyelashes and deliberately didn't look at Xiao Er, and said sadly and weakly: "I'm sorry, I was only angry with some family affairs, so I lost my temper on these dead things. Let's discuss the compensation issue."

  Xiao Er hesitated for a moment, sympathizing with Ke Changqing's appearance flaws, and feeling guilty for his own suspicions, and hurriedly replied: "Okay...Okay!"

  Ke Changqing clenched his hands even tighter, the hairs on his back stood up, and quietly watched Xiao Er approach him step by step.

   Someone roared wildly in his mind: Kill him! kill him!

cannot……

  Can't kill...

  Clean dust will be angry...

  No, no.

   It was as if two people were arguing in his mind, and the madness was like a flame that was ignited, the more it burned, the more it burned, even if Ke Changqing tried his best to stop it, he was still swallowed by blood.

   He swallowed with a grunt in his throat, and his long black eyelashes covered the strange red light in his eyes.

  Little Er walked up to him, opened his mouth but didn't say a word, but saw Ke Changqing raised his head suddenly, his mind went blank for a moment by those paranoid and crazy eyes.

   At that moment, he was suddenly strangled by Ke Changqing's neck. The strength of the other party was astonishingly great, and his blue-veined arms almost suffocated him, his face turned purple, and his eyeballs were slightly bulging.

   But the opposite of Ke Changqing's fierce actions is his expression, he is struggling, he is timid...

  …

  Wen Xien, regardless of day and night, took only three days to finally synthesize the ten herbs into one pill.

   At that moment, Wen Xien showed a long-lost smile.

   When she was on her way to the inn, Wen Xien flinched and hesitated again. The pills came out, but how could Ke Changqing take them.

   It is impossible to run directly to Ke Changqing and bluntly let him eat.

   relieved the joy in his heart, Wen Xien stared at the pill in his hand, and decided that it would be better to go at night.

That night.

  The moonlight is like a waterfall, and the bamboo forest is full of water vapor. Wen Xi'en, dressed in a thin moon-white shirt, sat cross-legged on a cold pond, with cold eyes and a noble temperament, like a **** in the water.

   However, the image of this moment is broken in the next second.

   The itch on her throat made Wen Xien unable to maintain her apparent calm. She covered her mouth and suppressed a muffled cough.

   After a while, Wen Xien lowered his eyes and saw blood in his palms.

At the moment when the Buddha beads were broken, Wen Xien's cultivation was greatly damaged, and it also required spiritual power to boil the ten herbs into pills. Wen Xien could only insist on gritting his teeth with thin spiritual power. Three days, if you change it to the past, you will be successful in one day.

   In desperation, Wen Xien had to come to a place with strong spiritual energy to heal.

   Wen Xien changed his clothes, the monk's pale face was bloodless in the candlelight.

   The night is dark.

   Wen Xien listened to the steady breathing of the people in the guest room outside the door, and knew that the people inside were asleep.

   Quietly pushed open the door, then walked in softly, and closed the door again. In the process, there was no sound.

   A shadow appeared on the bulge on the bed, and Wen Xien walked over gently.

   The windows in the guest room were all closed, and it was dark inside. Wen Xien paid attention to the things next to him, for fear of making a noise accidentally.

   went to the bed, Wen Xien didn't dare to put the pill directly into his mouth, and hung the pill on his forehead, the faint golden light flashed, the pill disappeared, and it had melted into Ke Changqing's body.

  The scar on Ke Changqing's face will heal tomorrow, Wen Xien breathed a sigh of relief.

  The scary scar was on the left side, and Ke Changqing was lying flat, so Wen Xien didn't realize that the scar on his face had long since disappeared.

  It may be because of the injury on his body, Wen Xien is not as alert as before, nor does he notice that the inn is as quiet as a dead tomb.

  Wen Xien didn't want to stay here any longer, turned around and wanted to leave, the tip of his nose moved, and he smelled a strong **** smell, which came from Ke Changqing's direction, making people feel a little sick.

  's body stiffened, and the monk's pupils clenched for some reason.

  The closed window was suddenly opened, and the moonlight came in, adding to the coolness.

   "Jingchen...why don't you dare to look back at me, are you also afraid of seeing my face?"

   The low, hoarse and magnetic voice sounded lingeringly, with a smile and intimacy, as if extremely puzzled.

   Wen Xien turned around, his light-colored pupils shrunk into a line.

Ke Changqing, who was dressed in blood-red clothes, walked in slowly, his black hair was loosely scattered on his body, and around his waist hung a delicate saber, like a treasure for a lady to play with. So full of jewels and jewels.

   His hand was holding a black cloth bag, and thick blood dripped from it, and it fell to the ground dark red with Ke Changqing's steps.

   Wen Xien felt a little jealous, but she concealed it well and didn't show it at all. At least in Ke Changqing's eyes, that person was still indifferent.

  Wen Xien was almost unbelievable that the person in front of him was Ke Changqing.

   That pure and harmless soul reeked of the filth that had been polluted long ago.

   His eyes glowed red, and the brows were filled with evil spirits.

  The blood was still lingering, so Ke Changqing did not sleep from the beginning, but slaughtered. He just felt the breath of Wen Xien, so he pretended to be asleep.

   The thick **** smell made Wen Xien dizzy.

   "Changqing... I sure enough, sure enough..."

   Shouldn't be soft-hearted and let you go.

   For the first time, the monk showed a relatively fragile expression. Her eyebrows and eyes were downcast. Even if she was sad and sad, she was so beautiful, which made people want to bully her even more.

  Ke Changqing knelt down slowly, all the blue silk on his head was scattered around his feet, and the bright red robes bloomed on the ground as gorgeous as blood.

  Ke Changqing raised his head, his red more shocking eyes turned and looked straight at Wen Xien.

  Wen Xien's heart trembled for a while, and then unconsciously took a step back.

  Ke Changqing swooped forward, and the blue-colored blade poured out a clear light from his sleeve.

   He came to Wen Xien almost in an instant, and he could almost see Wen Xien's pale and cold face reflected in his blood-like eyes.

   Ke Changqing grinned, "Jingchen, you forced me to become like this."

Wen Xi'en, who had been on guard against this humanoid weapon, instantly turned on the internal force that the system had given him, and stopped Ke Changqing's shot. His hand hidden in his sleeve robe grabbed a thin blade, and the blade instantly pierced through. Ke Changqing's chest.

   Then penetrate.

   "The demon is still a demon, how could a poor monk treat you like a human being!" Wen Xien's voice was low and hoarse, and his fingers trembled violently.

  Because of a single thought, the goblin was released, and the whole inn came to be buried with him.

   (end of this chapter)