Love from the Male Protagonist’s Harem

The wind rang softly and the leaves rustled.

The guards in the back mountain moved their uninhibited bodies stiffly, and the broken clothes and charms floated around, a scene of demons dancing wildly.

The entrance to the unmaintained tomb is overgrown with weeds, and the bluestone stairs that extend underground are covered with wet moss. The stele at the entrance is hidden by the long weeds, and the writing on it has been a little blurred because of the erosion of wind and rain. Cleared.

Su Cang stood in front of the stele, her blood-colored red clothes stained with a little moisture, and the golden tint between her eyebrows was slightly light. She quietly stared at the dilapidated stele for a long time, and finally slowly leaned down, her slender white fingers. Wipe off the mud and moss on the stele little by little, so that the writing on the stele is exposed.

"Obviously you have three thousand disciples."

Su Chan's voice was shallow, mixed with the sound of the wind, "How come to the end, not even a grave sweeper was left."

The handwriting on the stele is faint, and it is so old that it has long since been indistinguishable from what was written.

Su Chan watched quietly for a long time, and finally sighed, leaning against a tree, with verdant trees and misty mountains, she took out a white bone flute from her sleeve.

The whole body of the bone flute is crystal clear, like a white jade, with a red knot at the tail of the flute.

The red-clothed girl leaning against the green tree playing the flute was bright and wanton, but the sound of the flute was soaked in inexplicable sadness.

The flute sound is low and soft, but not half magical, with shallow thoughts, slowly diffused, mixed in the mountain breeze, and drifted far away.

Following the sound of the flute, the numb guard puppets slowly moved their stiff bodies, cut trees and weeds, cleared the stone steps, and slowly moved them to the graves of those who should guard their souls in the melodious and melancholic sound of the flute. Clean up a bit.

Just one song.

Su Cang put down his flute and looked at the new mausoleum, but he didn't feel happy.

She paused, as if thinking about something, for a long while.

"I saw your disciple today, he looks a lot like you."

"The lost deer brought her here. At first, I thought it was you who came back."

"But Bone Sorrow didn't respond."

Su Chan looked at the bone flute in his hand, her eyes unpredictable.

"...Never mind."

Su Chuang collected the flute and took out the sandalwood box in his sleeve. After opening it, half of the sheepskin map was quietly inside.

It's a half map to Evil Mountain.

After a while, she gave a low smile, closed the box, and walked to the damaged tombstone. Her slender fingers stroked the handwriting on the tablet. Even though the handwriting had faded to a blur, the girl slowly read it out. The inscribed sentence, every word, seems to be engraved into the heart.

"——Jing Hun Wushuang is here, I don’t know where I am."

Use the calm soul that can suppress millions of evil spirits to redeem the mistakes you have committed. So, how at ease was it possible to leave in the first place?

——God doesn’t know where to go.

"I don't know where you went." The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, "but I always know how to get you back."

Her voice became a little misty, and her voice whispered softly, "If I take away my soul... and release those million evil spirits, you will come back, right?"

"You are so kind." Her voice slowly lowered, "How can you bear to watch me let the souls be burnt, and the people don't live a life."

"I'm so bad."

"So come back soon... kill me."

--I miss you.

--no matter what.

——You come back.

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Xia Ge felt satisfied with the refreshing taste of mint melted on the tip of his tongue, and only felt that his dizzy mind was much clearer.

Mao Qing glanced at Xia Ge and tapped Huo Bai with his elbow, "Anything else?"

Huo Bai endured forbearance: "No more!"

Mao Qing: "You lie! I just saw a few dollars! Why are you so stingy?"

Huo Bai: "..."

In the end, Huo Bai gave the sugar to Mao Qing frustrated.

Mao Qing bit the candy, in a good mood, his attitude changed in a second, "Huo Bai, you are such a good person."

Xia Ge, who was chewing candy, let out a laugh.

This good guy got it from the card.

"I will invite you to eat next time." Xia Ge said to Huo Bai with a smile, "Thank you."

Huo Bai tried to make the final struggle, "No, it's not mine."

Mao Qing blinked and said, "I understand", "Oh, we all know it's not yours. A man who doesn't know how to eat candy hee hee hee."

Huo Bai's face flushed again. He was about to argue about something when he suddenly heard the serious voice of the Danfeng Inner Sect disciple on the stage, "Start lighting the furnace!"

The game is about to start.

With the mint refreshing, although the physical condition is very bad, it can hold on a little bit. Xia Ge bit the candy to stabilize his mind, set the stove on according to the steps, and finally checked the medicinal materials.

Although Huo Bai was suffocating, he didn't excuse any more. After lighting the stove, he didn't know whether he was robbed of the sugar or the sullen mentality of being robbed of the sugar. He glanced at the side with loose hair. Xia Wuyin.

The boy's black clothes were broken and he couldn't see his original face. The soft black hair was draped on his shoulders. Without the red hair band that Zhadan had to tie, it looked a bit messy. Huo Bai frowned slightly, because he didn't know if it was right. Illusion, he vaguely smelled a light blood from the opponent.

The other party was frowning and counting the medicinal materials. Just when Huo Bai wanted to look back and prepare for alchemy, the black-haired boy seemed to find that something was wrong. He scratched his head and put a piece of silver-wire carbon on the small scale sideways, weighing it again, alchemy furnace The orange flames inside reflected a somewhat false rosy face on his pale face, but Huo Bai saw his abdomen, which was broken because of the folds of the black clothes, showing the blood-red clothes after he turned sideways.

Smudged red by blood, swearing clothes.

Huo Bai's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously looked at the young man's face. The young man named Xia Wuyin had already finished weighing the silver carbon, chewed candy, tilted his head, as if thinking about something, the bright flames in the furnace. Reflecting on his pale cheeks, in those eyes that reflected the flames of the pill furnace, there were distress and thoughts, but there was no pain and strangeness as it should be.

He's bleeding.

——Is there no feeling?

The smell of blood seems to be heavier.

It seemed that he had noticed his unremoved gaze, and the boy with loose hair raised his head and glanced at him after weighing Yin Si Tan, which happened to meet his strange gaze. He blinked, touched his face, his eyes were a little confused, as if he was confused why Huo Bai would stare at him, after thinking for a while, he suddenly realized that he punched his hand and his pale face was smiling brightly.

"Brother Huo don't watch! Don't worry! Yitang's grace, I will definitely invite you to dinner after the game! Don't worry!"

Huo Bai: "..."

Huo Bai turned his face back aggrieved.

Who wants you to invite you to dinner? !

Does this person have a dime relationship with him when he died of blood loss? !

Who knew that half a minute before he turned back, he heard Mao Qing's voice, "I will invite you to dinner when I have the chief leader. Your candies are delicious!"

Huo Bai: "..."

They all said that it's not Lao Tzu's candy!

Let me be careful to kill you guys again!

The inner disciple's voice on the stage was clear, "Alright! Ready to end! Start now!"

Game start!

In an instant, the entire alchemy field was in full swing, and everyone began to throw the medicinal materials into the stove. For a while, it was smoky and all disciples showed their magical powers.

On the east stage, Chu Yao was holding the sword, frowning slightly.

Xiao Qing could clearly see from the side, her eldest lady had been staring at the black-clothed boy who suddenly appeared.

She couldn't help but said, "Miss... are you looking at the person named Xia Wuyin?"

After the young man named Xia Wuyin appeared, the young lady stared at him now, is there anything special about him?

The girl in the blue and white sword robes tightened her lips and said, "Yeah", her light brown pupils were shining with a faint light. After a while, she suddenly said, "He shouldn't be here."

Him? Who? ...Xia Wuyin?

Xiaoqing guessed, "You mean... he doesn't have the talent for alchemy?"

Chu Yao was a little impatient, "Who knows if he has that talent."

Xiaoqing was at a loss: "That..."

Chu Yao paused, "His eyes are not suitable."

Xiaoqing: "???"

Chu Yao didn't explain any more, but couldn't help but recall the scene of the last encounter.

Being deceived had long been expected, and the name Xia Ge was probably swaying her at that time.

But that's not what Chu Yao thought.

In the last confrontation, when Xia Wuyin rescued the child, his eyes were angry and compassionate.

Because of compassion, I will be angry for injustice, and because of compassion, I will fight for the weak.

Chu Yao held the sword and looked in the direction of the black-haired boy, her light brown eyes sinking.

Even if he wants.

——He is also destined not to stay in the pill furnace gunpowder for a lifetime.

Conquering for the mercy in his heart is the path he will embark on in the future.

Xia Ge, who didn't know that others had imagined him as a superhero, slowed down step by step, pinching the time to throw in the medicinal materials in the same order.

Huo Bai next to him was very casual, and he casually threw medicinal materials into the pill furnace, seeming to have no conscious of being in the game. On the other side, Mao Qing was staring at the stove, her big beautiful eyes almost staring out, and there was cold sweat on her forehead, and she was extremely nervous.

Xia Ge watched it interestingly, and could not help complaining to the system while throwing medicinal materials, "Hey, you see they are two extremes, it's really fun."

System: "...Thank you for being serious, please."

"Little puppet, please give me some court." Xia Ge chuckled, but her action paused slightly. The mint in her mouth had been chewed up by her and swallowed, and the tip of her tongue still had that cool feeling, but it was already Can't resist the faint dizziness.

The system is perfunctory: "Oh, yes, it's extreme, so awesome, so fun."

Xia Ge: "...Forget it, shut up."

The dizziness is getting heavier and heavier, and the concept of time seems to be blurred.

Xia Ge's movements were a little slow, she thought for a while, "Little puppet."

System: "Huh?"

"Can you give me that second sound, the kind of Didi." After Xia Ge threw the medicinal materials, he supported the table with one hand, feeling that everything in front of him seemed to be a shadow clone, changing into two, two and three. , It's not awesome.

System: "...Yes."

The sound of the second hand's beep sounded in his ears, and once every second, Xia Ge returned to his senses, pinched the time, picked up the already weighed glass wood, and his hands trembled slightly.

"drop."

"drop."

It takes a five-second pause...almost.

Xia Ge had just thrown the glazed wood into the stove, and there was darkness in front of her. She grabbed a corner of the table and pressed the sharp corner of the table against her palms, feeling the stimulation brought by the slight pain. For a long while, she felt It seemed that someone was watching her, and she raised her head subconsciously.

But my mind is still spinning, the next material is half a minute...

Thirty sounds for half a minute.

"drop--"

"drop……"

So who was watching her just now?

Ye Ze...?

Xia Ge saw Gu Peijiu sitting quietly on the northern stage. Ye Ze stared at her next to the girl. He seemed to realize that her condition was not right, and there was a vaguely anxious color in her eyes.

Xia Ge smiled at him.

——Don't worry, I will win.

Turning her gaze to the side, Gu Peijiu's long black hair was **** with a red headband. She seemed to be looking in her direction too, but she didn't seem to be, with indifferent eyebrows, an elegant sitting posture, and a peaceful expression.

...Master sister.

Obviously the distance is far, the other party may not really be looking at her, but Xia Ge felt that she seemed to see that person's eyes.

When she thought this way, those dark eyes seemed to belong to her alone.

The light inside is quiet and gentle.