My host is cold and scumbag

Zhao Xinyun suddenly settled down as if it was natural.

Ying, on the other hand, was so absorbed in the beauty and Zhao Xinyun's obedience that he relaxed his mind. Zhao Xinyun asked him, "How do you use your abilities?"

Zhao Xinyun was still not used to the mechanical system sound and began to miss the old lady a little.

It may be that Zhao Xinyun really can't create any sparks here. Ying's love for Zhao Xinyun is indescribable. He is even trying to seduce Zhao Xinyun, asking her to talk things over with the Lord God, and then simply become her supervisor in the future so that they can stay together forever.

But Zhao Xinyun felt that this relationship was not suitable for this job.

But she didn't say much at the time, but Ying was still willing to teach her.

Until one day a conflict suddenly arose.

The conflict that day was very inexplicable. It seemed that the Heavenly Dao had discovered their tracks and began to warn them, and told them that it would be better for them to hand over Zhao Xinyun. They were afraid of the Lord God's blame, and the Heavenly Dao was even more afraid.

Now he doesn't even dare to let anyone in, at least he could send this person out alive first.

Zhao Xinyun was still unwilling to come forward to intercede.

It’s really strange why they think Zhao Xinyun will plead for them.

But Ying also needs to contribute to this team. When he was not there that day, a large group of people rushed in. Zhao Xinyun curled his lips and simply took Shenxiu to fight them.

004 saved Zhao Xinyun by trading his own life for hers, and Zhao Xinyun had the aura of 004 ​​on him.

So the fact that Zhao Xinyun doesn’t know how to use it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t know what’s in her body.

004's generation relied on that little bit of divine power to maintain their wisdom, but now it is in Zhao Xinyun's hands. She knows how to use it, so she is not afraid anymore.

It’s that woman again, really noisy.

Zhao Xinyun frowned deeply when he saw the woman.

In fact, not all the people who forced their way in had ill will towards Zhao Xinyu, but everyone had a different personality, and this woman seemed even more extreme.

Others tried to persuade Zhao Xinyu, hoping that she could leave them a chance to survive.

They could hide here forever, but they certainly can't. But they don't necessarily really want to go back and accept reform. Maybe they have just come up with ways to deal with it.

Some of them spoke gently, while others spoke coldly and threateningly. Zhao Xinyun looked at them and didn't feel that they were any different from ordinary people. They were just superior in ability.

But this woman was too noisy.

Zhao Xinyun rubbed his forehead and said, "If you want to fight, just fight. Don't make a fuss."

She really hates the noise of chirping.

Her arrogant and contemptuous attitude finally angered the other party, and the woman took the initiative to attack. The woman held a soft sword. Her skills were better than Zhao Xinyun's. After all, she was soft enough and good at using softness to overcome hardness.

Zhao Xinyu's sword is a heavy sword, while the opponent's sword is a soft sword as soft as a snake.

And at first glance, it is obvious that his moves are more skillful and tricky than Zhao Xinyun's.

In this part, Zhao Xinyun deliberately moved her body and walked out. Shenxiu was thrown away, but Zhao Xinyun was not afraid at all. She was outside the window and saw a very large open space outside. Zhao Xinyun jumped onto the open space.

He sneered at the smug woman.

She squatted down, her palms pressed against the ground. The vines burrowed into the clean white ground. Everyone looked at Zhao Xinyun in confusion.

Suddenly, the ground was torn apart by a force, as if a dragon suddenly broke out from the deep earth, twisting and struggling in the soil with a deafening roar. In an instant, a tender green seedling broke out of the ground, growing wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Its branches and leaves spread rapidly, covering the sky and the sun, as if it had absorbed all the essence between heaven and earth, and finally grew into a towering tree that was tall and straight, reaching into the sky.

Zhao Xinyun's hair turned white bit by bit from his head.

The treetops were like a giant, and its branches and leaves seemed like countless restless tentacles, dancing wantonly in the air. Each of them contained a violent aura that swept across everything. They intertwined in the air to form an airtight net, ruthlessly covering everyone present. The momentum was like a violent storm.

The sudden change shocked everyone present.

The vines grew and spread at an alarming rate. Their branches gradually became thicker and thicker, and their leaves became denser, covering the originally bright space. Every time the vines touched the ground, they were accompanied by a violent ground wind.

Xukun trembled because of it. The people of Xukun were terrified.

The white color spread to the ends of Zhao Xinyun's hair, and eventually, she became like Xu Kun.

And at this moment, Xu Kun will eventually respect her and will eventually take her as the master.

Zhao Xinyun blocked almost all the passages that Xu Kun had dug. When Xu Kun's men found out and wanted to attack Zhao Xinyun, they were unable to break through the thick vines for a while. Finally.

Half of Xu Kun's men escaped, and the rest.

Zhao Xinyun didn't keep any of them.

She stood on the vines, and as the vines grew, her figure gradually grew taller. How they had viewed Zhao Xinyun at that time, Zhao Xinyun now returned all of her views to them.

A group of garbage.

Overthinking.

Zhao Xinyun was not in a hurry for those who escaped, but for those who did not escape, Zhao Xinyun also experienced a fight and a bloodbath.

The power of her soul and body was quickly supplied and became empty, and Shenxiu was broken in the fight. But Zhao Xinyun had already started.

That means you will definitely win.

Everything else is just loss.

But after the storm calmed down, Zhao Xinyun still picked up the broken Shenxiu, picked a black hole, and walked out.

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Later, after a long, long time, it was so long that Zhao Xinyun's hair reached her waist, and it was so long that Zhao Xinyun couldn't help wanting to sleep when she sat down.

"My friend, what are you thinking about?"

She sat quietly on the edge of the steep and deep cliff of Kongtong Mountain, with her feet dangling in the air, as if she would float away with the breeze at any time. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on her body, coating her lonely and proud figure with a layer of light golden glow. Her eyes passed through the layers of clouds and mist, looking at the endless mountains in the distance, her eyes were mixed with a bit of indescribable melancholy.

On the side, an old man with white hair and beard and a kind face was sitting cross-legged on a protruding rock with his eyes closed, meditating. His breathing was long and deep, as if he had some kind of subtle resonance with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Despite his advanced age, he exuded an awe-inspiring majesty and composure.

Zhao Xinyun sighed softly.

The old man seemed to sense her emotional fluctuations and looked at her gently.

"My friend, you have been walking for a long time and you are covered in dust. Do you need any help from me?"

Zhao Xinyun leaned against a stone wall: "Everything has been arranged."

The old man nodded and said, "A few months ago, the Taoist boy told me that a white-haired immortal saved him when he was picking yam. I think it must be you, my friend. As the saying goes, karma has its consequences. It is fate that I am lucky enough to meet you today."

Zhao Xinyun closed his eyes and smiled.

"Before, someone wanted to change his fate because his family's luck had run out. I asked him what the point of doing this was. He told me that he had been doing it for a long time."

Yang Qi said that he was young at the time and actually did not think that there was anything wrong with this fate, until his three children died in front of him and his wife became increasingly haggard because of this incident. Only then did he feel some reality.

"He said he had an older brother, and he felt that this was the last chance God had given the two brothers, and one of them had to give it a try. His brother's child was about the same age as his youngest child."

The old man nodded when he heard this: "The pain of losing blood ties is normal."

Zhao Xinyun took out a cigarette, but there was no light.

She sighed again in melancholy.

"tired."

The old man nodded and smiled: "Then go to sleep."

Zhao Xinyun fell asleep.

The old man just watched quietly as Zhao Xinyun leaned against the stone wall, his white hair flying and his clothes fluttering.

He silently looked away, and the little boy came to greet him. The old man smiled.

"Prepare a thin coffin. This young friend needs to rest."