Ten minutes later.

The man stood outside, covered in frost, looking through the window at the people inside.

She dared to beat herself.

It doesn't hurt at all......

Isn't he going to pinch off a feather duster?!

The man dragged the long-eared rabbit doll away with a cold face.

Mingshu watched him leave, the silent moonlight falling on the floor, stretching her figure.

This is just the remnant soul of the little goblin, and now a certain character of him is infinitely magnified, and he can't be bothered with him.

Mingshu comforted himself and felt a little better.

I miss the goblins of the previous plane.

Obedient and soft.

Mingshu hugged the snacks and ate several packs, which can be regarded as comforting himself.

She just lay down in the rocking chair and fell asleep.

The moon moves and the flowers move, and the night breeze blows.

Mingshu sensed the coldness, and before he could open his eyes, he was overwhelmed by a pile of feather dusters.

She struggled to sit up from inside her feather duster.

The man stood next to him, his face cold.

Apparently he did it.

"You ......"

The man coldly popped out a word: "Compensation." ”

Mingshu: "......"

Who wants you to pay!

Are you sick when you step on a horse!

Is it sick!

Snake spirit disease!

"Where did you steal this?" Mingshu didn't think about buying it at all, she bought all the clothes on his body, and he probably didn't even know what RMB was.

The man raised his hand and pointed down the mountain.

There is a village near Wuliang Mountain, and the villagers tie chicken feather dusters and sell them to the town for money when they catch the market.

"Give it back to me!"

The man withdrew his hand and indifferently took the doll into his arms...... It's a bit like a sword-hugging pose.

The meaning is obvious - uncle, I'm not going!

Mingshu brushed the chicken feathers on his body, and said softly: "If I still see these tomorrow morning, I will break your sword into several pieces." ”

Mingshu felt glared at again.

But looking at the past, the man was still that cold, unwavering.

Mingshu raised his hand and pointed outside.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and the man bent down to put away the feather duster on the ground, and together with the doll, jumped out of the window with his arms in his arms and disappeared into the night.

He just wanted to get his sword back!

Why is it so hard!

He went down the hill and stood on the road a little dazed......

Where did he find it?

Holding a pile of feather dusters, the man walked aimlessly, trying to regain a little memory.

But I really can't remember.

He looked back and forth, and there was not even a single ghost in sight of the empty road.

Throw it here......

She shouldn't know, right?

He found a place to throw away the feather duster, hugged the doll and prepared to go back.

After walking some distance, he paused again.

The moonlight shone coldly on his face, the side lines of his face were cold, the corners of his lips pursed slightly, and he turned back to pick up all the feather dusters.

It was hard to find the village, but he really didn't remember which one, so he just threw it at the door of a family.

He held the doll and exited the village.

"Stop!"

A shout exploded in the night.

Two people emerged from the darkness, and one of them was still holding his mobile phone and sending WeChat: "Master, I found the whereabouts of that thing, I sent you the location, you come over quickly, we will drag him." ”

Whoosh –

WeChat sent successfully.

The man in the black shirt stood quietly in the thick inky night, and the cold momentum on his body gradually became stronger, like a monarch in the night.

The two glanced at each other, one left and one right.

The man didn't even have his hands out, and only relied on his body to dodge.

He disdained to fight with people who were so weak that he could crush them with a single finger.

One of them tried to catch him, but the man fell sideways and grabbed the ear of the long-eared rabbit instead.

The doll slips out of the man's arms.

When the man saw that he had grabbed something useless, although he was surprised that this thing was holding a doll, he didn't think much about it and threw it away.

The doll arcs through the night.

The moment he threw away the doll, he had a fear of a numb scalp.

The temperature around it dropped to the extreme.

-

The man bent down to pick up the doll, patted the dust on the doll's body, hugged it in a sword-hugging position, and stepped into the darkness.

Behind him, the two of them lay on the ground, their eyes widening.

The phone screen lit up suddenly.

After flashing a few times, it fell into darkness.

-

Half an hour later.

A group of people rushed to the scene and were shocked to see the disciples lying on the ground, but they seemed to want to expect the situation.

One of them stepped forward to check on the two.

"How?" Someone asked.

The person who took the pulse of the disciple shook his head, he was still angry, but his cultivation was ...... I'm afraid it's wasted.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

The two people who are good and good, they are wasted when they say they are wasted.

"Did they really meet that thing?" There was no strange aura in this vicinity, not even a trace of yin qi appeared.

"Someone photographed him in front that day, so he shouldn't admit it."

"The last time we met him...... His strength is unfathomable, and we're no match for him, ......"

When they received the news, they immediately told them not to be impulsive, but the two disciples did not see it.

"The sword in Xunyi's hand......" someone shouted: "Can you really deal with him?" ”

No one answered this question.

Regardless of whether he can deal with him or not, Xun Yi will not hand over the sword at all now.

-

The man returned to the Infinite Mountain, the window was closed, he walked around the room, stretched out his hand and tried to push, but did not push.

His thin lips pursed slightly, his fingers pressed slightly, and the window clicked and shattered.

He jumped through the window and walked straight to the bed.

Mingshu had already sat up, his whole face hidden in the gloom.

Half a meter away from the bed, the man paused.

"Also."

Returned.

Mingshu lay back, "If you disturb my sleep again, I'll kill you." ”

Man: "......"

He stood motionless, staring in the direction of the bed.

The girl on the bed suddenly moved, and she raised her head: "What's your name?" ”

“……”

Dead.

There was no living thing in the room.

In the end, it was the men who lost.

His voice was clear: "Duqin." ”

Du Qing? Du Qing?

Which word?

Apparently Duchin did not mean to explain.

Mingshu lay back on the bed, looked at the mosquito net, pondered for a while, sleepiness hit, and whispered to Duqin, "Don't mess around." ”

The person on the bed, his breathing gradually calmed down.

Duchin looked at her, his eyes wandering around her and then resting on the room.

Where will she put her sword?

The whole room was simple, except for a bed, only the rocking chair she was lying on before, which could be seen at a glance, and there was no place to hide anything.

Duqin withdrew his gaze and pinched the doll with his fingers.

Why was she able to sleep peacefully?

Aren't you afraid of doing it to her?

However, Duchin asked himself in the bottom of his heart, would he do anything to her?

The answer is no.

He couldn't get his hands on it.

I didn't even want to hurt her.

He let go of the doll and spread out his palms.

Why?