The system is invincible, but this kitten is very depressed

Zhongzhou.

Situ Yan was anxiously heading south with his sword, when suddenly a figure appeared next to him. He opened his mouth to call master, but before he could say the second word, a fist was swung directly at his face from far to near.

Suddenly a figure fell from the sky to the ground, with a bang and dust flying.

Following the leader's request, No. 1 jumped out of the air, raised his fist and punched Situ Yan again, one punch after another, until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He still stood up and kicked him a few more times.

Damn, what kind of things are they raising!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the puppet kicked him again, which really shortened his life!

Situ Yan was kicked and rolled around a few times before he stopped. Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and dripped on the ground. He struggled to crawl towards the puppet, stretched out his hands to tightly grasp No. 1's robe, raised his head and shouted, "Master."

When he opened his mouth, he saw blood staining his teeth.

"Master, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

His voice was trembling, and he shook the puppet's clothes, coughed a few more times, and vomited blood. In addition, his face was bruised and swollen like a pig, making him look extremely miserable.

This was the first time that Master hit him, and he used all his strength.

Number 1 ignored him and raised his eyes to look into the distance. Meteorites fell from the sky and fell into the world. Some were crushed by puppets, and some exploded into sparks.

"Master." He shouted cautiously, with humility in his eyes that he had never seen before, "Forgive me once, but I won't dare to do it again."

"I'll go back right away."

Situ Yan did not let go. He stood up unsteadily with one hand on the ground and repeated, "Go back immediately."

"Situ Yan."

Hearing the cold voice of the puppet, his body trembled, with shock and fear in his eyes.

Number 1 took a step back, and his clothes slipped from the opponent's hands. He looked at his apprentice with a smile on his face, but without any warmth.

"Didn't you once ask me why I wanted to take you on as my disciple?"

"Because, you were still of some value to me at that time, but now -"

The puppet shook his head, "What use are you to me?"

"I don't need you anymore."

Situ Yan fell to his knees. He looked at the puppet and begged: "Forgive me, for the last time!"

No. 1 squatted down and took his left hand. Situ Yan panicked when he saw the puppet's movements. He wanted to pull his hand back but was forcefully pulled back by the opponent. He shook his head and grabbed the puppet's hand to stop the opponent's movements.

"No! No, I beg you, Master! Don't..."

Number 1 wanted to pull his hand away but couldn't, so he had no choice but to use the power of the system to immobilize him, untie the red rope from his wrist, and put it away.

The puppet stood up, took a deep breath, and released his immobilization. Seeing him kneeling on the ground in despair and confusion, No. 1 gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.

"Situ Yan, you are the prince of the Yuan Qing Dynasty. The people have supported you for so many years. If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. You must also bear the corresponding responsibilities."

"Let's go back." No. 1 walked around him and walked back. A faint voice came from behind, "Take care of yourself so that no one will see you. It's embarrassing! After all, you are still my disciple..."

in the army.

Countless ghosts dance wildly, and the battlefield is littered with dead bones.

The army had no choice but to retreat a hundred meters, and those who stayed at the end often became the ghosts' tonic.

Yan Sen was entangled by a red-clothed ghost. He waved the Yang Sword in his hand, and after dancing with the Huitian Sword, he looked back at the dragon. When he hit the enemy, the red-clothed ghost's body disappeared again. He stopped his movements and was alert, switching between virtual and real steps.

"Yan Sen! Withdraw!"

Not far away, after Yan Shuo burned a soul with a sword, he immediately called Yan Sen to retreat. Just as he was about to go over to join them, several fierce ghosts attacked and he had to stop fighting.

When Yan Sen heard his elder brother's words, he was about to retreat. Suddenly, the wind blew his back and he hit a soul body. At this moment, the crisis hit him. He secretly thought something was wrong. He leaned over to avoid the sharp claws and drew his sword back. When he withdrew, he found that he couldn't pull it away. It turned out that the soul was holding on tightly despite the burning.

"Yan Sen!"

Just the moment he turned his head, the red-clothed fierce ghost appeared, with long nails piercing his heart from behind. There was no golden light to resist it. His golden amulet had been destroyed in countless battles, and the pain hit him, even if he didn't see the thorn. How deep, but his senses told him he was going to die.

Looking back on my life, there were sorrows and joys, love and hate, memory fragments flashed through my mind, and finally they were fixed on that bright smile. I seemed to see her in the darkness, and my heart seemed to be much more peaceful...

Yan Shuo watched helplessly as the evil ghost dug out his brother's heart and crushed it into pieces. The anger in his heart could not be suppressed!

"what!"

Yan Shuo roared, and with a sudden burst of force, he chopped off the head of the fierce ghost in front of him, and killed the red-clothed ghost all the way, but the other guy just turned his head and showed a scary smile, and then disappeared.

"Yan Sen! Brother!"

Before he could get close, countless innocent souls surrounded him. He killed angrily, and screams rang out one after another. A group of souls suddenly accelerated and rushed to bite his calf, but half of his face was burned by the golden light, and was burned again. The sword stabbed him away. He picked up his brother's sword and rushed towards the red ghost next to him like a god of death.

When the sizzling fire and screams disappeared, only the shadows of two swords stood among the withered bones in the black mist. A red figure was no longer as bright as before. She walked back slowly, passing behind a robe of withered bones. Gradually turned into nothingness...

She originally thought that she would be able to see that figure when she came here, but among the crowds of figures, there was no figure that looked like him or as good as him.

The more gentle and sober a person is, the harder it is to like someone. When he pointed the sword at her, his tone and eyes were so cold. This was the first time he was angry. At that time, she knew that it was difficult for her to fall in his eyes. .

When I returned to the village, I saw many good men, but none of them were as good as him. I said they couldn't be together because their identities were so different. He also said she was as overbearing and rude as a female bandit.

Is she that domineering? But this is how the men in the village pursue girls...

She had seen the sharp edge of his sword, the gentleness of his eyebrows, the helplessness of compromise, and the coldness of his anger. They were all things she liked, and they were etched in her heart.

Later, I traveled around Yuanqing and participated in martial arts competitions. I met many people, some of whom were like him. They treated her very well, but I always felt that something was different.

After three years of turmoil, the world was uneasy. Taoist masters said that danger had come to Zhongzhou, and heroes from all over the world gathered. She came here with martial arts benevolence and selfishness to kill the enemy and save the country.

When she fell down and was bitten by a group of ghosts, she couldn't get what she wanted. She didn't regret coming here. If she had a next life, she hoped she wouldn't meet anyone who was too amazing when she was young.