Ling Xuanluo stood in front of the Jinshu Saint and stared at him coldly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Jin Shusheng is blind and not blind, and he can strongly feel how deep the hatred that this person in front of him has for him.

But he didn't care, the reason why he led so many immortals to provoke was that as soon as Ling Xuanluo appeared, he would send him a thunderbolt in front of them. Therefore, he didn't want to say anything superfluous, and went straight to the ground with a single knife, so he asked Ling Xuanluo to see the great gift of three bows and nine bows to the immortal head.

Before his words fell, Dou Dou was the first to get angry and shouted: "Don't you think about it!"

What happened at the Tongxian Ceremony, Doudou had already understood clearly. If he hadn't been in the military, he wouldn't be as free as the wind like the people in the rivers and lakes, he would have rushed to Huashan and smashed the Jingchen Palace, the so-called immortal head.

Ling Xuanluo didn't have the urge to fight at this time, held him down, signaled him to step back, then clasped his fists with both hands, and said to Jinshu Shengdao, "Ji Luo left the fairy spirit Xuanluo, meet the fairy head", and he really kneeled on the ground and kowtowed three times in a row.

"Ling'er, you ......" Doudou was so angry that his eyes were full of stars, and he wanted to say, "How can you kneel down to the enemy who killed your aunt", but he didn't say it after all, he just stomped his foot angrily and turned his back.

Jiang Nanjun was different from Doudou, sitting on Cang'er's back, seeing everything clearly from the side, and secretly approving: "It seems that after some tempering in Yunnan, Xuanluo has taken a big step forward on the road of growth." ”

Naturally, he couldn't see the deep meaning of his move, and only superficially thought that his tricks to show off his might had indeed worked, and this dissolute boy was deterred, and he probably wouldn't dare to make a mistake in the future, so the ice cube at the corner of his mouth froze and showed an arrogant smile.

The day he became the head of the immortal was the day when Xi Mutong was tied to the fragmented mountain.

Since then, he has been enjoying the pleasure of being admired and worshiped by thousands of people every day. This intoxication, more beautiful than drinking, is limited to the daytime. In the dead of night, when he had to be alone, he fell into panic and could not calm down.

Since the end of the Tongxian Grand Ceremony, he has not dared to really fall asleep one night, as long as sleepiness hits, Xi Mutong's beautiful and sad face will appear in front of him.

The one she saw in the hallucination was tied up by the dragon and the five flowers, the white silk gauze skirt was drenched in blood, but Bingyan was as calm as ever, and kept repeating to him, once he had the opportunity to come back, he would make him pay the price for all the wrong things he had done.

After a long time, he was physically and mentally exhausted, and after being the head of the immortal, he encountered all kinds of troubles, so he often asked the sky, is it really wrong to frame Xi Mutong like this?

Thinking back to 500 years ago, when he first met her, he really wanted to be the only person in the world who protected and loved her.

What was the reason for today's tragic end? Was it his selfishness and callousness? He tried to blame himself for it, and one day made up his mind to go to the mountain to get rid of her.

But strange to say, there is a voice that always hints at critical moments: "Xi Mutong is not your fault, you have paid enough for her! The fault is that she herself does not know what to do, she does not understand the amorous feelings, and she is shameless to throw herself into the arms of the filthy demon king." This kind of woman, you should tie her up and give her some color!"

In this way, every time the rooster crows grains, the guilt that he has easily accumulated through a night of ideological struggle will dissipate with the night. So he freshened up again, picked up the fairy head shelf, went to the front hall of Jingchen Palace, and waited for the immortals to come to visit.

(To be continued.) )