Lin Xiu bowed his head and knelt in the rain puddle like that, letting the torrential rain wash over his body. For him, this rainy night was destined to be unforgettable for the rest of his life, after all, he had never killed so many people before.

"So I'm really wrong!" he said, his head drooping, his already low and somewhat hoarse voice barely audible under the sound of the rainstorm.

Uncle Long, under the eaves of the temple, slowly raised his head and glanced at the hazy and gray sky, but still did not speak, but his eyes gradually deepened.

"Wow"

Lin Xiu's body slammed into the puddle and passed out.

Uncle Long's gaze retracted from the sky without hurry, stayed on Lin Xiu's body for a moment, and suddenly said faintly: "Girl, a good opportunity for revenge has come!"

Chiyanagi came not far behind him at some point, leaning against a pillar to measure what was happening in the rain curtain. Hearing Uncle Long's words, her eyes were slightly sluggish, and she said in a condensed voice: "I want to kill him openly!"

Uncle Long let out an "oh" and turned around and walked towards the temple. When he passed by Qianliu's side, he stopped slightly and sighed lightly: "That's quite difficult!"

Qianliu's face was slightly stiff, not only because of the other party's words, but also because the other party actually walked straight to the bonfire and sat down, looking at that appearance, he didn't intend to pay attention to Lin Xiu who fell in the rain curtain.

Qianliu frowned slightly, glanced out, suddenly snorted coldly, and whispered to himself randomly: "You don't care, what does it matter to me whether he lives or dies, I wish he had no place to be buried!"

After saying this, he suddenly turned around and returned to the temple, and sat down next to a pillar not far from the bonfire.

Uncle Long suddenly laughed and said, "Girl, what are you just muttering?"

Qianliu shook her head and said, "It's nothing!"

Uncle Long smiled again: "Oh, I thought you said it to me on purpose!"

Qianliu slowly lowered her head.

The corners of Uncle Long's mouth raised a slight arc, and then he closed his eyes and lay down on the ground, and after a while, he muttered like a dream: "The rain is quite heavy!"

Chiyanagi was noncommittal, as if she hadn't heard. Uncle Long didn't speak anymore, and after a while, there was a sudden snoring, like a thunderstorm.

Qianliu raised her head slightly and glanced at the other party, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

Uncle Long's snoring gradually became high and rhythmic, and a beautiful note was played on this monotonous rainy night.

The rain outside the temple also became more and more intense, and even a dull thunder sounded from time to time, rolling like a tide, which lasted for a long time.

Qianliu looked a little restless, frowning, and her eyes always glanced outside the temple gate from time to time. After going on like this for about half a pillar of incense, she suddenly let out a long sigh of relief and muttered to herself:

"You saved my life, and now I give it back to you, so that I can kill you justifiably. ”

After saying this, she glanced at Uncle Long, who was still asleep, stood up gently, and walked towards the outside of the temple.

Uncle Long's snoring was still the same, but the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly became rich

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Looking at Lin Xiu, who was pale, wet and with a sluggish breath, Qianliu couldn't help frowning.

There were no less than ten large and small wounds on Lin Xiu's body, although the wounds were no longer bleeding, but because they had been soaked in the rain for a long time, they showed a miserable white color, and if they could not be treated in time, they would be very easy to deteriorate.

But if you deal with it, you have to take off your clothes. The wounds on the upper body are fine, but what about the wounds on the other party's legs?

Qianliu showed hesitation on her face, and subconsciously looked at Uncle Long. But the latter snored like thunder, and it was like sleeping very sweetly.

After a long time, a soft sigh sounded in the ruined temple, but it was quickly drowned out by the thunderous snoring......

Half an hour later, her cheeks were slightly red, and Qianliu, who was drenched in sweat, let out a long sigh of relief, she gently closed her eyes, and when she opened them again a moment later, her eyes had gradually returned to coldness.

She glanced at Lin Xiu, who was still asleep, and muttered, "Now, I don't owe you anything!"

Her gaze fell on the wooden sword beside the other, which she had taken from when she had bandaged the wound.

Her impression of this wooden sword was extremely deep, and her good sister had died tragically under the wooden sword, and her body was separated. And she almost died under it.

What kind of sword is this?

The curiosity in her heart became stronger and stronger, and she involuntarily raised a hand and slowly stretched out towards the wooden sword......

Just when her jade hand was only a fist away from the wooden sword, Lin Xiu, who was unconscious, suddenly let out a painful groan. Chiyanagi suddenly retracted her hand, like a frightened bunny.

She patted her chest lightly, glared at Lin Xiu, and then was stunned, she actually chuckled, but suddenly reached out to cover her little mouth......

She took a deep breath, slowly exhaled it, shook her head slightly, stood up, walked to the door of the ruined temple, and sat down along the door frame.

The rain outside the temple was much lighter, but the breeze still looked slightly cool, Qianliu tilted his head sideways, gently leaned against the door frame, and looked at the hazy night in the distance but no longer gray.

She maintained this posture for a long time.

I don't know when the rain stopped, and the black clouds gradually dispersed, revealing a bright moon.

Maybe it's because the rain washes the lead of the world, and tonight's moon looks particularly bright and clear.

The moonlight swayed on her face, causing a layer of divine light to float on her face.

I don't know how long it took, she slowly raised her head, clasped her hands on her knees, and looked at Haoyue's gaze gradually blurred. After a while, she reached into her arms, took out a thing, looked at it very attentively, and the corners of her mouth gradually became a pure and sweet smile.

"Huh, slingshot?"

Uncle Long's surprised and funny voice suddenly sounded behind her, Qianliu suddenly woke up, covered something with both hands in a little panic, glanced at Uncle Long who was sitting next to her, and said with an unkind face:

"You're peeping into other people's privacy!"

Uncle Long didn't argue with her on this issue, but also looked up at the bright moon above his head, and muttered, "The moon after the rain is always so holy. ”

Qianliu lowered her head and said nothing, as if she had not completely shaken off Fang Cai's fright.

Uncle Long's emotion came and went quickly, he regained his smile again, and said a little jokingly: "Girl, look at you like that slingshot as a treasure, what's the matter? Is it a token of love given to you by the lover?"

Qianliu's face was slightly stiff, and she seemed to be a little annoyed, but after only a moment, her brows relaxed, her slender eyelashes moved slightly, and a shy smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth.

She didn't speak, but slowly lowered her head, as shy as a water lotus flower.

Uncle Long's eyes widened slightly, his eyes were full of strange colors, and he muttered, "Good girl, am I really right......?" You're a ...... thing That one...... It's ingenious, this ...... It's something for kids to play with, right?"

Qianliu glanced at him, but his eyes were like spring waves, and there were all kinds of indescribable charms, where was there still a little bit of cold and cold?

Uncle Long shivered excitedly, and then shook his head with emotion and said, "Today's children are really precocious, hey...... Is the world changing too fast or am I getting old?"

Qianliu pouted and said, "What's the matter? Will people who study the Heavenly Dao every day also get old?"

An inexplicable smile rose at the corner of Uncle Long's mouth, and he quietly looked at the starry sky above his head, and only after a moment did he murmur softly: "If there is love in the sky, the sky will be old...... What's more, the red dust sentient beings ......"

Qianliu was slightly stunned, her eyes fell on the other party, and she felt that at that moment, this middle-aged man who was always hippie and smiling had an indescribable loneliness and misery.

Qianliu whispered, "If there is love in the sky...... Heaven is also ......", after saying this, she quietly opened her hands and looked at the slingshot again, her eyes were ...... Full of confusion

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In front of a stone wall as smooth as a mirror, the ghost-faced man and the snow fairy stood quietly.

The former completely lost his usual arrogance, lowered his head, lowered his hands lightly, and did not release any breath on his body, looking respectful.

As for the snow fairy, although she was not as respectful as the ghost-faced man, there was a deep fear in her beautiful eyes that glanced at the stone wall from time to time.

Suddenly, the figures of the two of them shook together, and instead of looking at the stone wall, they slowly lowered their heads. One is conscious and the other is subconscious.

There is a figure on top of the stone wall!

The figure held his hands behind his back, his head tilted to the sky, and the clothes on his body swayed slightly, looking a little strange in this windless clearing.

The ghost-faced man said respectfully, "See the Lord!"

"It's not badly injured" The voice couldn't hear the age, or even distinguish between men and women, as if it came from all directions.

The ghost-faced man trembled, knelt on the ground suddenly, and said with sincere fear: "Thank you for your concern, Xuansha is not doing well, and please punish the lord!"

The figure was silent for a moment, and then said: "Get up, I can't blame you, maybe he shouldn't die, it's just ...... If you miss this time, if you want to kill him again, it will be difficult."

The ghost-faced man didn't get up, he still knelt on the ground, and after receiving the gesture of the figure, he said in confusion: "Lord, that person's cultivation doesn't seem to be as terrible as the legend...... At this time, he was already badly wounded, and if he sent out the earth...... Even Huang Sha could easily kill him...... Why ......"

"Hehehe......" A creepy laugh interrupted the ghost-faced man's words, and the figure laughed for a while, and said lightly: "Some people can't kill because they can't kill them, and this has nothing to do with cultivation, it has to do with the number of qi." ”

The figure paused for a moment, then said, "Send the order, withdraw everyone!" and spread the news that he was seriously injured and dying. He can not die, but if he wants to live, he has to pay a price. ”

A bright light erupted in the ghost-faced man's eyes, and he said respectfully, "The Lord is wise!"

The figure was noncommittal, and suddenly said to the snow fairy: "Is there any news of Qianliu?"

The snow fairy's eyes darkened, and she slowly shook her head.

The figure said softly: "Don't worry, Qianliu shouldn't die so easily." ”

The snow fairy looked puzzled, and the figure smiled: "Qianliu has the soul of a true phoenix, and has the appearance of an emperor and queen, how can he die so easily." ”

The snow fairy was shocked, and suddenly raised her head, her eyes full of shock

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