Lord, you must yearn for the light

150 Chapter 17 Heterogeneous Comprehension [-]
The painful Shengge almost didn't fight back!

She yelled in her heart, and continued to stand still, letting those lights hit her.

Oh shit!

it hurts.

What followed was not only light, but also flames, thunder, and ice scum...

Shengge's heart was already full of shit, shit, and shit, swiping the screen.

What the hell, it's just to see if I don't fight back, these things are addictive, aren't they?

Shengge basically stood up and was bombarded by those things, and finally collapsed on the ground with his hair blown up.

Still kept cursing in my heart.

The light disappeared, and the sky returned to its original state. Sheng Ge narrowed his eyes slightly, and he could still see a bright beam of sunshine on the horizon.

Your mother, just blow me up to death!
When has Sheng Ge been in such a mess?
He moved his fingers to get up, but Xingye had already walked over. With a slight frown, he started to lift Shengge who was lying on the ground and put it in his arms.

"how?"

To lose such a big face in front of my little boy.

Shengge gritted her teeth, her clothes were blown to tatters, and she was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood.

Xingye seemed to have noticed Shengge's vision, and took off his outer robe, covering Shengge's whole body.

"Okay, you have survived the catastrophe."

Shengge was so angry that she didn't want to say a word.

If I haven't survived being blown up like this by all kinds of magical gadgets, I will definitely be blown back!

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The catastrophe is not an ordinary catastrophe. Even if Shengge saved the "savior of the galaxy" like this, he had to calm down and recover.

For several months, Shengge has been living on the top of the snow mountain.

Looking around, Shengge knew from the original plot that this was the residence of the original owner before he was left in the cultivation world.

There is a very good healing snow spring on the top of the snow mountain. Generally, people who have survived the catastrophe will not be arranged to go there.

But Shengge is different.

Since the original owner came from the top of the snow mountain, and Master Jihan was her master, after experiencing the catastrophe, she would be carried to Xuequan by Xingye every day.

This is also the benefit of Master Jihan.

The spring stream of Snow Spring is not ice-cold, but is covered with snowy mist.

Shengge has been floating on the spring stream with her eyes closed for several hours.

"You can get up."

Xing Ye flew down from the mid-air, his white clothes fluttered, his hands were folded behind his back, and the ice flute was held in the other hand, his clear and cold appearance matched this snow spring very well.

Shengge floated lazily on the spring stream, opened his eyes when he heard the sound, stretched out his arms, turned around in a circle, and the clothes were neatly put on his body.

While yawning, she walked towards Xing Ye.

"So sleepy?"

After experiencing the catastrophe, Shengge was very weak for a while.

Every time at this time, it was time for Shengge to sleep in a fair manner.

As the saying goes: sleep is the best medicine.

So much so that she could even fall asleep while soaking in the spring stream, and then floated up automatically.

Xing Ye walked up to her, took her wrist with one hand, felt for her pulse, and then frowned in confusion.

"what happened?"

Xingye let go of her wrist and shook his head: "Nothing."

His face had returned to its usual desolation.

"I'll take you back to rest first."

Xingye sent Shengge back to Qinglingting where she lives on the top of the snow mountain. When the wind blows gently, you can still see gently falling snowflakes.

It snows almost every year on the top of the snow mountain. The weather is not that cold, but it is always in an environment covered by snow.

Shengge yawned so sleepy, Xingye covered her with a quilt and let her fall asleep by herself.

He came to the Xuelai court of the extremely cold master, and before he approached, there was an extremely cold air.

After entering, the cold air was even more pressing.

The ice flute in Xingye's hand came here, and the cold air around the flute became even thicker.

"Extremely Cold Master."

Standing outside Xuelai Court, Xingye clasped his hands and called out respectfully.

After a while, the cold door of the courtyard opened, and Master Jihan stood high in a place, staring at Xingye who was standing in the courtyard.

"Come here for Shengge's business?"

Xingye raised his head and stood up straight. His cold eyes fell on Master Jihan and looked at him for a moment.

He nodded slightly: "Yes."

Master Jihan was not surprised at all, he still stood there without moving: "What happened to her?"

After listening carefully, the voice was a bit strange.

Xingye glanced at it quietly, and said truthfully: "Since the catastrophe you brought to her, I have taken her to Xuequan every day to heal her wounds, but her pulse is already very weak..."

What he didn't say was that today he felt her pulse and felt it for a long time before there was any sign of beating.

If Shengge hadn't been standing in front of him, he would have doubted whether she was dead.

When Master Jihan heard the words, the emotions on his face were a bit complicated.

"You didn't make a mistake?"

It's not that he doesn't believe that Xingye's cultivation will make mistakes, it's just that Master Jihan wants to give himself another chance.

Xingye also looked at Master Jihan with complicated eyes.

"No."

He felt it several times, and even a few times he couldn't feel any sign of his pulse beating at all.

"She has passed the catastrophe of the catastrophe, and she goes to Xuequan every day, so she should be able to recover in a few days. Why is the pulse so weak that people can't detect it?"

A look of astonishment flashed across Master Jihan's face: "Could it be..."

Before he finished speaking, he shook his head self-consciously, denying the answer in his heart.

Xingye kept looking at Master Jihan with his dark eyes, and saw a hint of emotion appear on the latter's face.

He clenched the ice flute in his hand, and asked after a long while: "Master Jihan, Xingye has something to ask, about Shengge."

Master Jihan nodded: "You ask."

Xing Ye took out the ice flute from his cuff, and flattened his palm, the cold ice flute was in his hand.

With his already clear appearance, even the words he said were cold and innocent.

"This ice flute recognizes its owner, and has already recognized me as its owner. Others can't touch it, but Shengge can, and it can also play a sound, and, when I was in the mortal world, I once heard her play a tune. "

There was no sign of astonishment on Master Jihan's face, he seemed to have known about this for a long time, he just asked, "What song?"

Xingye put away the ice flute in his hand and put it under his sleeves. He said, "I have only heard this piece once, the heart-warming sound."

Hanxinyin was composed by Master Jihan thousands of years ago. The music has two sides.

One side has a powerful killing power, but the other side has a strong healing power.

Not everyone can play this tune.

Not even him.

But Shengge can use the ice flute that he has already recognized as master to play this chilling sound.

Xing Ye was shocked, but more suspicious.

He suspected that Sheng Ge was originally from the fairy world.

(End of this chapter)