Chapter 100

The robbery continued for a whole night, and when the clouds gradually dispersed, the back mountain was already in a mess. If it was not guarded by a large array, it would not only be suffered here.
Although Kun’s power is limited, it is more than enough to protect Luo Shitu in the thunder of the pool fish. It’s just a long toss, and it’s a little tired, waiting for each other silently.
Fortunately, it will not take long for the sky to be white, and a half of the air will tear a gap and slowly step out of one person...
As for the later events, Luo Shitu could not remember, and only vaguely saw that Hongjun was safe and sound, and then the struggling consciousness suddenly broke into the darkness.
All perceptions are concentrated in a closed space, and any emotions that may affect the mind are all isolated. As if in the eternal silence, only the consciousness of the self is lost, and wandering aimlessly.
In the dark world, the only pastime is to chase the light spots that often appear. It seems that there are thoughts that will generally evade his approach, which makes the boring capture game add a lot of fun.
But the game is not infinite. Soon after, Luo Shitu discovered that the light spot no longer appears. He can only turn his attention to the collected light spots, and then he begins to consolidate the dense floating light group without a teacher. Until it becomes a viscous liquid.
At the moment of completion, his knowledge of the sea was slammed, and the gray stagnation was opened. The things that were previously neglected were like the tides, and they went over and looked at them. .
Before looking for Hongjun in the first time, Luo Shitu first smelled the pungent smell. When he looked down, the secreted dirt covered his body and could not see the original color of the clothes.
He didn't have any cleanliness. He sorted out the grass directly and jumped out of bed to push the door out.
The people in the yard seemed to be shocked. Looking back at Luo Shitu, I immediately put on a disdainful look: "It’s so chaotic to build a base. I thought you were awesome! Hey, that’s a robbery..."
"Shut up!" He first entered the foundation, and Duan Li still stayed in the qi training stage. Luo Shutu interrupted his words unceremoniously. "I am a teacher? You are doing this!"
Duan Liyi, a burst of red and white on his face, did not break out, and replied: "When are you happy? If it is not for the brothers, I will look at you, I will give you a break!"
He was dragging in the east, and he didn't answer the idea in one sentence, and Luo Shitu couldn't find Kun. There was no way to sin, his face was a little sinking, and he passed his clothes: "I am a master!"
Juvenile jade carving's face is close at hand, Duan Li's cheeks are deep red, and his eyes evade and say: "Hongjun Shishu has just been called by my master, and will not come back for a while... You, hey, is it okay?"
"..." Luo Shutu stared at him for a while, confirming that he was not lying, his hands were loose, and he was unrestrained to block people. "Go away!"
After that, he did not drag the water to the back of the ceremony, and quickly closed the door, even the back can not see.
Duan Li stood stiffly in the same place, and he sweared in a long time. He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he did not understand why, but he was not willing to look at the closed door and walked very slowly and extremely slowly.
While walking, I thought carefully, but unfortunately, until he returned to the main peak, he did not wait for the expected apology and retention.

In the water mirror, it’s hard to find the usual clarity. The head presses down the mirror and shakes the head:
"The number of lives has changed, and the world is hard to do. This is a big mess, and I have a heavy responsibility in my door."
Hongjun’s gaze moved from the water mirror to his fading old face, without words.
"The only thing that is seen in the mirror is Naiyin Island. This island is a land where ghosts have been repaired. They have been sealed by their ancestors, so as not to harm the human world." The head said, "Oh, the artifact is born, the seal is loose, I am afraid it is not good... ..."
Ghost repair is the most yin and evil, demon or ruthless, devil or jealous, but they all have a bottom line. It is not as good as a ghost to repair a life, eat a soul, kill it, kill it as a good, take its grievances, suffer All walks of life are not toothy.
On the ghosts, not to talk about other ethnic groups, the most vulnerable comprehensions still have a fight, but only the human world, if left unrestrained, will be devastated.
Three thousand worlds, their own laws, if you lose the balance of heaven and earth for hundreds of millions of years, the consequences are unpredictable.
"When the old age was young, I was trained by my ancestors, and I walked through thin ice step by step, but after all..." The head of the door was swaying, and the tone was stunned. "Hongjun, you will go to the human world in the near future, if there is any sign of ghost repair, speed Speed ​​to report."
Hong Yu first.
Head of the road: "Hongjun, you just got into the fit, this trip can't be careless, the ghost repairs the sinister, you must not be convinced."
This is the end of the conversation. Hongjun has always been ignorant of these aspects, not to mention his own emotions, including trust.
Just got up and walked to the front door, the head opened in the back: "There is another thing, the previous Kun no friend told me, he went to explore the seal and teach you not to remember."
Hongjun stopped and stopped. Then he stepped out.
When he came, he only went to Shen Shi, and the sword went through the four wild fields. Now he has disappeared from the blue sky. The heavy night quickly swallowed the warm Xia, and the wind that was blowing gradually turned cold.
Looking from afar, the stars on the dark sky jumped up early.
This kind of loneliness, he is no stranger.
It is in the memory of the inheritance, and it also appears quietly in the moment of juvenile companionship. After comparing, I can't forget it.
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Going back to the Daofeng Peak, the sky has been completely hidden, and Hongjun is lame in the hospital.
The three flowers bloom very well, just like a tree of clouds, starlight under the dots, the night is adorned with a background, smudged out of Yingying Guanghua.
The breeze blew, and a few fluttering petals fell, which led to a white sleeve on the branch, a splash of ink, a slight trembling like a Danqing painting, but fearful of intoxicating dreams.
Hongjun looked silently, as quiet as before, but it was a little different. If the teenager didn't wake up, he would always look at it, and it was like something interesting.
He knew that the other person was waiting for him. Just this word was given too much soft meaning, and he felt a little pleasant.
Sleeping in the tree is not sinking, and it seems to be aware of the gaze. The juvenile's eyelashes trembled, opened his eyes and looked straight at him: "...master?"
The slightly fascinating eyes concealed those who were keen and ignorant, and they were very affectionate. Hongjun approached the tree and looked up at him with a slight gaze.
"Master," Luo Shitu helped the tree trunk to sit up, suddenly did not want to mention other things, a corner of his mouth, smiled and shouted, "Master."
He only wore a single coat, loosely tied, revealing a small half shoulder, rounded shoulders, smooth skin, the hanging calf deliberately wobbled outside, a red rope on the foot, more and more revealing the temptation of this age.
Born so delicately, it should be delicate. Hongjun reached out and grasped the slender ankle. It didn't mean anything, and he did it very seriously. He said: "With this red rope, is it good?"
The rope is nothing special. It is made by the ordinary vines that Luo Shitu finds from the storage bag. It is often used to smash low-level spirit beasts, but the scorpion is attached to it, but it is a delicate and lovely jade bell. No sound, with a real yuan reminder is a very powerful attack weapon.
Of course, to some extent, it is also very good with red rope.
Luo Shitu smiled: "Good."
The smile was soft and sweet, and it broke into the floral scent of the night wind, confusing people.
Hongjun retracted his hand, slightly sideways, looking at the half-wheel silver plate of the mountain, gently opening the lips, and closing again, and finally opened his mouth.
"For the teacher name Chu Yi..."
He has not remembered this common name for many years. It represents the past and the past that will be abandoned since the beginning of the cultivation of the real world. However, he now remembers that he has never been forgotten.
Said that he is indifferent, but there is such a love, in the most secular dust, and the red fire. 2k novel reading network