Chapter 83: Eighty-third

Lu Xiao's hand was held empty, and the phantom suspended in the air was instantly pinched in his hand. The fat little body suddenly struggled violently: "Squeak!"
At this time, Lu Xiao had realized what he was, and asked sharply: "Did you come here with him then ?! Say!"
The phantom was terrified and shivered by him, and in the eyes of a pair of murky green beans, tears came to his eyes: "叽叽 叽! 叽叽 叽 !!"
"..." Lu Xiao forbeared and relaxed his fingers slightly, whispering, "Don't be afraid, you can reproduce the original situation all over again. As long as you do well, I will not only spare you, but also help you Transfiguration. "
"叽叽!" Mirage glared at Mung Bean's small eyes and looked at the landing slowly.
After a while, it seemed to believe Lu Xiao ’s words, and finally he was not so afraid. The little worm-like body twisted for a while, and the surrounding scenery gradually changed.
...
Cuiwei Hantan, blue waves are everywhere, mist is misty.
"This is ..." Lu Xiao couldn't help but stunned slightly.
At this moment, his vision was very strange, and in front of him was a large white shark yarn that completely blocked his sight.
Then he heard a very familiar voice, coming from very close above: "Xiao'er, you mean, let me hand you over to them? But if you fall into their hands, they will definitely slap Your magic pill. "
Lu Xiao shook the whole person, this is ... Master?
His nose suddenly soured, and he just wanted to say something, but he heard his voice coming from the front, seeming to comfort Qiu Yutong: "Master, nothing."
At this moment, the snow-white shark yarn in front of Lu Xiao flicked slightly in the wind and flicked away, his eyes suddenly widened, and then he saw himself—the past self.
Lu Xiao stayed for a moment, only to realize that what he saw at this time was exactly what Mirage saw.
At that time, at the bottom of Cuiwei Hantan, Qiu Yutong put the little phantom into the bag of Qiankun, and at this moment, this curious little phantom actually got a head out of Qiankun's bag in the waist of Qiu Yutong In front of Lu Xiao, the snow-white shark yarn was Qiu Yutong's sleeve.
Lu Xiao just wanted to understand that Qiu Yutong spoke again.
He remembered this sentence for 20 years and hated it for 20 years.
"Xiao'er, instead of cheapening these people, it is better to give Demon ... to be a teacher."
Lu Xiao closed her eyes gently, almost unbearably.
Even after more than two decades have passed, his mood is quite different now, but when he hears this sentence again, he still feels that there is a sharp pain in his chest, as if even breathing, it has become an extreme Difficult things.
And in the past, his voice was trembling very loudly: "Master, what are you talking about?"
Lu Xiao opened his eyes and looked at his face in the past. The kind of pleading expression was so sad to the extreme, as if the livestock was about to be slaughtered. Pitiful.
He didn't want to look again, so he turned his head slightly, looking at the large ice curtain beside him.
At this moment, the ice screen was already crumbling. He naturally knew that on the other side of the ice screen were many powerful monks, such as Gui Wuya, Xie Wanting, Qingci, etc.