The villain of Quick Transmigration was washed white by accident

Chapter 830
If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have agreed so readily.

When he saw her, he echoed the poem written by a mortal: "Meeting you for the first time is like returning home from an old friend."

He only told his mother that he wanted to stay in the world for a while. At that time, he thought she was interesting and didn't mind playing with her for a while. To him, she was a knot in his long life, occupying some years. , after the years passed, it was just like the hundreds of years he had lived before, flat and flat, as far as the end could be seen.

Because of this, she received the magic weapon, talisman and seal.

For a moment, he thought, maybe pretending to be a mortal and living a mortal life in the world seems not bad.

One wife and two sons, three or four good friends, five or six years, seven or eight fields, and ninety houses. After she was a hundred years old, she was buried.

In the past hundred years, no matter whether it was burning the qin and cooking the crane, or raising the eyebrows, as long as she didn't get out first, he would never leave.

It's a pity, after all, as my mother said, mortals are so cunning, they love to swear but don't keep their promises, and it's embarrassing for them to demand single-mindedness.

Yes, what an embarrassment.

Fortunately, he was never willing to give his sincerity, and never asked her, Hua Xikou, to give her sincerity, so now he doesn't feel any surprise or pain.

He really didn't feel any pain at all! ! !
A dull pain in the heart, bitterness between the chest.

These are all because he has been rejected by the human world during these years of living in the human world! ! !

Not for any other reason! ! !

He will not feel pain.

after all……

How can ghosts have feelings?

Ah.

He laughed abruptly, not elegant, but gorgeous. His hair crown couldn't bear the yin energy in his body, and it split open. His black hair danced wildly, but it gradually turned white from the end of his hair. There was a faint purple mark between his eyebrows. It was as white as jade, but there was a cloud of yin between her fingers.

The next moment, Hua Xikou felt a pain in her heart, she looked at the man in front of her eyes, and gasped hissingly.

She was a completely indifferent person, but she smiled in this situation, and she said: "This is really heart-wrenching."

Yuan Shenjun held a bright red heart that was still beating, and with a slight pinch between his fingers, the heart turned into crumbs, and in the blink of an eye, it was frozen into a magnificent ice sculpture by the snow all over the sky.

Hua Xikou laughed, laughed, laughed continuously, as if she had encountered something absolutely interesting.

She pinched a piece of spar and put it in her heart, took a pill, and the skin and flesh were healed. Suddenly, a sword appeared in her left hand, and the sword lay across his neck.

Yuan Shenjun pointed one finger.

The sword broke.

Yes, after this rare divine sword escaped from its owner, even the hilt was broken after losing its spirit.

It's just because it wants people who love swords, people who love Mo Yuan Sword. However, the luck is bad, and all the people they meet are people who don't like it.

It can choose the master.

However, as a sword, when it chooses its master, it has to bear the consequences of its own choice—broken.

Seeing that Mo Yuan's sword was broken, Hua Xikou threw it away.

When she threw the sword, Yuan Shenjun had already reached out and pinched her neck, and was about to break it in the next moment. She had already started to roll her eyes due to her difficulty breathing, her neck was strangled, and a feeling of nausea came over her spontaneously.

She couldn't help but struggled.

No fruit.

She couldn't even push his hand away.

She was in a daze, thinking in a daze—she was probably going to die, she thought she could hold on to him for a while, but she didn't expect, she thought too much, ghost king, he is the ghost king, his gentleness , let her underestimate him.

She is going to die, it hurts to think about it.

He died before leaving the teacher, which made the hero burst into tears.

Ah.

She was plunged into darkness before her eyes, her breathing stopped, and the bones in her neck were about to be crushed.

However, the scenario is reversed.

She opened her eyes again, her eyes were as red as blood, and the top of her head was dazzled with white, her face seemed to have become a little more beautiful, a kind of beauty that captivated people's hearts and souls.

An octagonal palace lantern appeared in her hand, one side of the palace lantern was turned on, and the opened side was painted with a scene of hell, with evil spirits being burned by hell, with hideous faces.

The moment the palace lantern appeared, Yuan Shenjun abruptly let go of his hand and took a step back as if he had been thrown into a fire to be roasted.

He looked down at himself, his body was being burned by the red lotus fire.

But he is the king of ghosts, and the red lotus karma is nothing to him.

As soon as he waved his hand, the fire of red lotus dissipated, and there were still burnt marks on his sleeve, but he didn't care. The next moment, when he made a move, Hua Xikou's hand holding the octagonal palace lantern was twisted off.

Hua Xikou never uttered a word in pain, on the contrary, she stood there extremely indifferently, blending with the ice and snow, even if her features were picturesque and touching, she was just a delicate ice sculpture.

She looked at him indifferently, and opened her mouth slightly.

However, no matter what she wants to say or what she wants to do, Yuan Shenjun will not listen.

That's right, Yuan Shenjun is such a ruthless and unjust and unreasonable person.

"Hua Xikou" was very troubled by his indifference, but it didn't matter, the thing she summoned - Chaos, had already come out.

A hand stretched out from Yuan Shenjun's back, a slender and white hand with well-defined joints, that hand pierced Yuan Shenjun's body, just like Yuan Shenjun crushed Hua Xikou's heart, this hand also crushed broke his heart.

All this happened too fast, before Yuan Shenjun could react, when he did, he lost his heart.

But it doesn't matter, he was originally a ghost, and his current body is just an illusion, so it doesn't matter if his heart is ripped out.

He took a step back and grabbed backhand with five fingers, and the people behind also backed away. He didn't succeed, but was teleported away in the next step.

He looked at the familiar environment of the ghost world in surprise, and really didn't want to understand why he came back here. The woman who deceived him is not dead yet!

The child died, and he hated her.

He also hates her unfeeling.

He had a sullen face and didn't speak. The Yin energy emanating from his body made the ghosts in the ghost world feel terrible, and they all avoided him.

However, he didn't mind, he approached the weak point of the barrier connected to the human world, stepped out, and was in the ghost world again in an instant.

He stood there silently, waiting for the servants to arrive.

The news of his return to the ghost world was soon known to the ghost servants, but after a while, the ghost servants arrived, he just let the ghost servants try it indifferently, and didn't mind at all that these ghost servants might crash into the human world under the blue sky and broad daylight The smell of fireworks makes the soul fly away.

He only looked at those ghost servants, and snorted, he only felt that Hua Xikou was extremely cruel, but he didn't expect that he was also an extremely cold-hearted person.

Just because he was the one who was abandoned, he felt like a victim in his heart.

The ghost attendant who picked him up brought him a Nether Horse, and he returned to the palace, which is far away from the ghost town of Feng. There is only this palace, which was built by ghost kings several generations ago. It has been passed down from generation to generation. how many years.

(End of this chapter)