I lead the villains to help justice in the world of cultivating immortals

"Senior Sister, if you really wanted to sleep, you wouldn't sneak out in the middle of the night. Now you are in such a hurry to drive me away, tsk~ I really threw it away after using it!"

"How can you say that, a child?"

"What did Senior Sister ask me to say? It's the same as before, holding your sleeves and waiting for you to come back?"

"Or is it that you are calling your senior sister sweetly in front of you to make you happy?"

"Oh, I see, it must be by your side every day, with a baby-like voice, right!"

Xingli: ...

Let him finish talking, what else do you want to say?

Break up, break up!

Tired, tired.

This kid is getting harder and harder to cheat.

Hey~

After all, he carried everything by himself.

"Okay, if you don't want to go, you can chat with me for a while."

Xing Li lazily sat on the stool with his back leaning against the table, took a handful of melon seeds from nowhere in his hand, and knocked them with relish.

Just sitting like this now is boring.

"You dance a sword."

"Didn't you say that your swordsmanship has improved? There's nothing wrong now. Show me."

Huh~

After Murong Qing finished listening, she shrugged her shoulders and let out a soft drink.

With a little laziness in it, it is playful and provocative.

Incredible, incredible!

Xing Li didn't know if she was influenced by the character design of this world, but now she actually felt that Murong Qing had a provocative demeanor at such a young age.

"Senior Sister is really entertaining regardless of time, this is taking me for fun~"

"However, I have always had no bottom line for you. Maybe you can just hold on to me."

Murong Qing smiled coldly at first, and then she didn't know if she was mocking herself, but the smile on her face gradually faded, turning into a sense of desolation and indifference.

The sword in his hand meanders forward, like a giant dragon lying on its back, its seemingly inconspicuous moves imply ultimate moves.

The piercing sword edge pierced into the air, making a buzzing sound of the sword, but it just rightly controlled all the aftermath and spread within the range of half a foot.

Xingli sat opposite her lazily and wantonly, without being affected in the slightest.

Murong Qing's control over spiritual power has exceeded what he should have at this age.

It can even be said that the sword is controlled by the spirit, and the sword can go anywhere with a thought.

A graceful arc flew across the air. The young man was wearing an elegant cyan robe, his hair was half upright, and the headband of the same color matched his fair skin more beautifully.

Every sword falls where it should fall, with ease and without any effort.

Xingli recognized that this was the exercise given to Murongqing by the master, and judging by the proficiency of the pair, they should have reached the fourth and fifth floors.

Xing Li was not surprised at all.

It's completely standard for a male protagonist.

It would be weird if it didn't reach this level.

Murong Qing finished her sword dance, and the handful of melon seeds in Xing Li's hand was also finished knocking.

"Very good, you have really grown a lot, I can see that you are still working hard recently!"

"It's getting late, go to bed early."

This time Murong Qing didn't say anything, just turned and left.

It is not easy to get a few sincere compliments.

Murong Qing had actually noticed Xingli rubbing her eyes just now.

Eye sockets were flushed, tears were faintly shining, Murong Qing's heart softened at the sight of her depressed state.

Originally, I wanted to hold Xingli up all night and teach him a lesson.

In the end, I couldn't bear it anymore.

That's it.

Murong Qing turned around and left, and closed the door for Xingli.

There is a road prohibition outside the door.

It's not to prevent Xingli from going out.

It is to prevent others from breaking in.

Make sure Xingli is safe.

After checking everything, he returned to his room and started endless practice.

He hasn't slept in a long time.

After all, it doesn't matter if a cultivator sleeps or not, so he basically spends all his time practicing.

He is still far from others, and he must work hard.

For example, Yun Chu.

For example... Master.

The youth was sweating on his forehead, showing some unbearable pain, the surrounding spiritual energy was fluctuating, and his exercises were working layer by layer.

Swim the whole body's spiritual power in the dantian for several rounds.

On the other side, Xingli had already fallen asleep, and activated the fragment just released by the system one second before falling asleep.

This is already the third fragment.

Only two pieces of star glass are needed to fully recover the memory.

Been hoping and looking forward to.

She can't wait to meet the person who haunts her in her dream.

It's just that when he entered, Xingli was walking aimlessly in the wilderness, with flying particles of sand and gravel beyond his sight.

It's like the barren land where I am.

Is this the Badlands?

Xing Li didn't know, and continued to walk forward. After walking, she didn't know how long she had walked, when suddenly a call came from her ear.

That voice came into Xingli's ears clearly along with the wind and sand.

Is calling my own name.

Suddenly raised his head.

The surrounding wind and sand completely disappeared, leaving only the familiar sect.

Xuan Yuzong.

The time and place of this memory fragment is actually in Xuan Yuzong.

Li Youfeng has not changed at all.

All come according to your own preferences.

Xingli wandered here for a while with some surprises.

But did not see anyone.

It was empty, as if there was no one in it.

The silence makes people feel panicked.

However, among the memory fragments, he was only in the form of a wandering body, looking back in the memories he had experienced before.

There is no way to make any changes at all, and there is no way to even make any sound.Just re-experience it with the attitude of a bystander.

So even if you are helpless now, there is no way at all.

Xingli sat quietly under the peach blossom tree and waited for the sunset.

The blood was covered in blood, and the blood was whipped all the way to the boy, with heavy steps.

The expression on his face was grave and solemn.

The wounds on the body do not know where they came from.

But still stubbornly knelt at his door.

The self inside the house seemed to never open the door.

The boy's back was straight, but his head was lowered, as if he was showing weakness to himself who was separated from him by a wall.

It may be that he has put all his dignity in front of himself.

Very distressed, very distressed.

Did he have such a difficult life in a place he didn't know?

Was it so humble in front of this?

What happened to me and him?

Xing Li wanted to know very much.

For as long as the boy knelt, Xingli sat under the peach blossom tree and stayed with him for a long time.

He didn't wait for the door to open.

Xing Li didn't wait until the boy woke up.

ended.

There are no these fragments, just like a flash in the pan, a very short flicker and then it is over.

Then came endless sorrow.