"Oh, I see!" Tong Buxian understood, and then remembered that he was still being carried by him, and fear came to his heart again, so he couldn't help but plead: "Ling'er Ling'er, my good nephew, for the sake of me being your uncle Tong Buxian, you let me go!" I lied to you back then, just to collect the Gu Carving Beast's tears to open the dragon tooth mirror. But I am a fairy body, I will be burned to ashes when I enter the valley of falling thoughts, you are the body of a demon baby, immortals and demons cannot be hurt, if you enter the valley of falling thoughts, the chance of success is seventy percent greater than mine, so I used the identity of a color boy to deceive you, but I really didn't have the intention of harming your master! ”

Shui Ling'er spat on him, "Okay, you don't have the intention of harming my master!" If it weren't for the master who jumped into the Valley of Falling Thoughts because he misunderstood me and rushed to the rescue, he would still have a chance to live! But just because Xi Muxian knew that once he fell into the valley, he would die, and in order to save my Uncle Xing's life, he pulled out his immortal root at the last moment and caused him to die a tragic death, are you still arguing here? Today I will break your body into ten thousand pieces to sacrifice my master's spirit in heaven! ”

After that, he raised his hand and was about to kill the Tong Buxian, but he heard a woman's voice from behind him, "Ling'er, stop it!" ”

Shui Ling'er's hand trembled, and when she turned around, she saw that it was Xi Mutong who had led the immortals to arrive.

At this time, his whole heart was burning in the fire of hatred, where could he listen? Straight like a hungry wolf glared at everyone: "No one will stop me from killing children today, otherwise whoever stops will die!" ”

Xi Mutong didn't dare to get any closer, for fear that if he was in a hurry, Tong Buxian would really die in his hands, so he had to stand in place and persuade: "Ling'er, Tong Buxian can't be killed for the time being, we have been looking for him for several months, and now we have finally found it, we need to take him to the main hall for trial." How to deal with it after the trial is completed, it will be decided according to the law of Luoyin Zhuyu Immortal! ”

Shui Ling'er sneered: "No matter how important your matter is, it is no more important than my master's life, and now it has nothing to do with me except to avenge him!" Now that the enemy is in my hands, it is impossible for you to think that I will not kill him! ”

said that the killing machine will rise again, and seeing that his hands are up and down, Tong Buxian is about to return to the west.

Xi Mutong knew that he couldn't wait any longer, his eyes were quick, he raised his hand and rushed out with a finger, and accurately hit Shui Ling'er's arm carrying Tong Buxian.

Xi Mutong didn't use much force, but Shui Ling'er concentrated all his energy on his fingers, intending to send out a sword qi to kill, but he felt that his arm was sore, and his hand was no longer able to control himself, and as soon as he leaned over, Tong Buxian fell to the ground.

Xi Mutong seized the opportunity and raised her palm lightly, but before Tong Buxian could scream, she was sucked and fell to her feet sullenly.

When the two spirit boy soldiers came over and escorted Tong Buxian down like a soil dog to be slaughtered, Shui Ling'er knew that the idea of killing him to avenge his master had been frustrated, and his anger turned into despair, his legs weakened, and he sat down on the ground.

Xi Mutong walked over, leaned over, gently pulled his thin shoulders, and looked at him, his eyes were like autumn water.

He slowly raised his head and looked into her eyes, which were already full of tears.

She stretched out her hand and stroked the hot cheek, which was comparable to the temperature of ice, which made his beating heart gradually calm, and her gaze seemed to ripple behind a thin layer of water waves, without any complaints, and the water waves came from the gentle care. Under the reflection of this microwave, his indifferent heart began to melt little by little, and finally completely turned into tears gushing out, and then plunged into her arms.

Xi Mutong hugged him tightly and gently stroked his long black hair, "Ling'er doesn't cry, it's all over, it's over, it's over......"

The sound was like a tinkling drop of water in the quiet mountain forest, moistening his long-dried soul drop by drop, making him see a glimmer of dawn in his misty tearful eyes.

"Aunt Shizu—" The first time, the first time after the master left, he called out to her.

A bleak smile appeared on Xi Mutong's face, and tears flowed to his heart again. (To be continued.) )