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553, the mentoring
A few breaths rushed along, along the stone road, quickly came to them.
The four men got up at the same time and each gave their defenses.
There are also four people coming, and two of them are very powerful. It must be undoubtedly a member of the Songfeng Master and the Night Frost Monarch.
Qin Hao gave a look to the strange song, and said: "If you can't, run."
No stranger nodded. If the Songfeng Master and the Night Frost Monarch are still hostile, then there is still life. They are joined by four people, and the monks are not afraid. However, if the Songfeng Master and the Night Cream Monarch are in a temper, two monks and monks, then they only ran.
However, she feels that the former is very likely. The personality of Songfeng’s superiors will never share treasures with people. The night frost demons and the party have already known the existence of the warehouse here. The Songfeng people will not let them go. Now they are living together, I am afraid it is also forced by the situation. .
Such a turn in the brain, the people have already rushed through Shimen, it really is the Songfeng Shangren and the night cream demon line.
As soon as they rushed in and saw them, the Songfeng people stopped and the clouds were surging.
The strange song turned his head and saw that Nie had no pain and pale face, and he mastered the fist and leaned against the wall.
She sighed in her heart, she still looked down on the influence of the Song Feng people on Nie's injury, she looked like this, she was almost the same.
The voice of Sen Han was heard in the black cloud of "贱人".
Nie’s face was pale and pale, and his teeth were close, and he looked at the pines in front of him.
"Hello big courage" Song Feng Shangren said this sentence, with the bones of the killing.
The strange song is staring at Nie without injury. Whether she can withstand the accumulation of the Songfeng people is the last obstacle to her new life. At this level, others can't help, and she can only rely on herself.
Nie did not hurt to bite her lip and breathe heavily. In these years, she escaped from the side of Master, she is very free and very happy. She thought that she was stronger than the original, facing Master, no longer the little apprentice who did not dare to breathe in the war, until now, she knew that she was wrong.
Master... When she heard his voice, she could not restrain her inner fear. This fear, since she first saw him, was deeply planted in her heart, even if she was no longer the child who lost her mother, even if she became a Yuan Ying, she became a top monk. Seeing him still trembles.
"Master..." She heard her dry voice. Until today, he will still be involuntarily called his master.
"Hey, come and die by yourself" Song Feng's hoarse voice, full of hate.
Nie did not hurt and bite her lower lip, almost biting the bleeding.
Deaf people... When she remembered her, when she was young, Master looked at her and hated it:
She knows that Master is not her, but her mother. Today, the word has finally been used on her body.
Deaf people...
She remembered the vague memory of her three years old; she remembered being taken back to the Dongfu by Master and snoring day and night; she remembered that she was often thrown into the magic pool, and she did not want to live...
Nie’s innocent eyes suddenly stunned for a while and finally settled.
She took a deep breath, looked up and said slowly: "Master, I am not a monk, my mother is not."Her voice was calm and calm, neither angry nor fearful. Although she called Master, she was plain, unassuming, and not afraid.
The black cloud stayed, and the black cloud suddenly spread out like a wind, revealing the true content of the pine wind - a dry, like a middle-aged man with a human skin.
The strange songs suddenly remembered Master’s evaluation of Song Feng’s master. People are not people, ghosts are not ghosts, no way, no magic, it is a monster.
The pine wind in front of me is really like this. To say that it is a person, the five senses are not angry at all, that is a ghost, but there will be fluctuations.
He hoarse and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Master," Nie looked at him without hurt, without fear. "I said, I am not a monk, my mother is not."
"You..." Song Feng went up one step, and the general hand stretched forward, seeming to catch Nie without injury.
But listening to a soft bang, an invisible sword gas circling around the air, "squeaking", piercing the ground between them, cutting the slate.
The pine wind climbed up the black hole's general eyes and looked away from Nie's wounded side.
Under his horrible gaze, Jing Xing smiled and raised the sword in his hand: "Sorry, hand mistake."
Such a close distance, even if it is a refining monk, it is impossible to make a mistake. The wind hits the black light in the eyes of the people.
Jing Xing stopped without fear, as if he did not see the general, admire his own flying sword.
The dry eyes of Song Feng’s eyes moved in the eyelids and slowly said: “It turned out to be several of your juniors.”
Qin Xiao smiled, as if he saw the old man, arched his hand: "A long time, the Songfeng predecessors do not come innocent?"
The strange songs then greeted: "The last time you saw the predecessors, or in the Tianmu Mountain, a blink of an eye, it will take a hundred years."
"You..." Song Feng was a little aphasia. If he remembers it correctly, he once did something that would make them very disgusting. Although he did not watch the incident happen, it was impossible to have an accident with the arrangement at the time. Why did they...
Song Feng’s people looked at Qin Hao and suddenly smiled sullenly: “Qin Shoujing, is the gift from Tianmo Mountain still satisfied?”
Hearing this sentence, Qin Lan and the strange songs look at each other and smile, Song Fengshang people this is to test them, it seems that that year, he is still proud of his hand.
"Master," the reporter said that Nie was not hurt, she said faintly, "The disciples forgot to tell you that the incident was destroyed by me."
Song Feng Shangren suddenly turned his head and looked at her fixedly. After a long time, he violently drunk: "贱人,死死"
The black clouds swept through, and in an instant, Nie was in front of him.
Nie didn't hurt to raise his arm, and a group of Yuanmo's anger floated in front of him and became the shape of a shield.
"噗" a black blood sprayed out, Nie fell to the ground without injury.
But people
Surprisingly, Nie did not hurt but wiped his mouth and still stood up.Just this attack, Song Feng was angered and shot, and there was no effort at all. It was a 10-100 strike by the great monks of the Yuan Dynasty. It is reasonable to say that a new Jin Ying, a monk who has not had a baby for several years like Nie Wushou, It is simply unbearable. Fortunately, there is a white tiger's interest in restraining the magical power of the pine wind. Although he has practiced deep action as usual, his power has been discounted. (Nie has no harm in his body, and his strength has not affected it. The power of that blow was also blocked by the squad, and the injuries were not light or heavy.
When the Songfeng people saw a blow, they were more angry, and they wanted to shoot again, but they saw a doll suddenly flashing over and blocking him.
Subsequently, the strange songs slowly and succinctly said: "Songfeng predecessors, you are too anxious?"
The eyes of the loose wind in the eyes of the people turned around and turned around to see Nie was not hurt, but also looked at the strange songs, and finally sneered at Nie: "Oh, you are really long-term, and actually pull people out for you." ”
Looking at the four people in front of me, the Songfeng people only feel full of violent.
He hates that this monk, when he followed him, pretending to behave in a proper manner, did not dare to say a word, but the result was yin and yin, even when he was injured in the Yuanmo pool, he would be his most important one. Stolen bag
How can he not hate? He hates to make her fall. Because of her escape, he lost many magic weapons. In the past 100 years, he has not dared to step into Kunwu, so as not to be robbed by the old rivals.
For a hundred years, he has been hiding in the Wolf Mountain for a hundred years. All this reason is that she is precious to him for only a few hundred years of life.
And what about this monk? Holding his Qiankun bag for a hundred years, he also formed Yuan Ying
Thinking of her cultivation and her happy time, she was exchanged for a hundred years, and he controlled his hatred.
In particular, she returned to the celestial pole and took someone else to his treasure house to take the treasure.
Deaf, just like her mother
However, fortunately, he has not lost his mind. This monk now has a helper, not himself can kill it. These juniors have all formed Yuan Ying, especially Qin Shoujing, who has already reached the middle stage. The four of them joined forces, and they were suppressed by the white tiger's interest. There is also an old demon in the cloud, a bad one, and they are besieged by them, it will not be worth the loss.
Looking at Nie without injury, Song Fengren calmed down again, cold voice: "Why, are you not afraid to become a magic repair? Still dare to cultivate the Yuanmo?"
Nie did not hurt to hang his eyes, faintly said: "It is the devil, all in the heart, cultivation is not magic, what is the relationship."
This sentence made Song Fengren anger again, stole his Qiang Kun bag, took his demons, and actually talked to him about his heart?
The black gas surging, he reverted to a black cloud, covering his anger.
"A good sentence," said the Song Feng, who said coldly, "Sorry, have you been happy this hundred years?"
"I am not a curse." His voice just fell, Nie did not hurt his head, this time, her eyes were proud and angry. "Why do you say that I am a monk, Master?"Song Feng Shangren did not thank, Nie did not take a step before the step, standing straight: "I am a person, have blood and flesh, have thoughts and feelings. I am not born to be your slave, I do not owe you." Looking at the dark cloud She said one word at a time, "You, are not qualified to scorn me"
This swearing man is just a swearing swearing by the singer, and Nie is not so hurt, just for the last sentence.
I came to this world and only received the grace of my parents. I am also a precious life, not a dispensable existence. My existence is meaningful because it does not depend on you.
You are not qualified to scorn me.
"Master," Nie said, slowly. "I used to be afraid of you. When I was ready to go back to the celestial pole, I thought I couldn’t face you for the rest of my life. But now, I want to tell you, starting today, Starting now, I am alive, and I have nothing to do with you. My life is only my own." . . .
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