Long Aotian is not happy today

The night is vast and the clouds are gloomy.

The continuous green hills cast thick ink-like shadows, and the mountain wind swayed from the valley, whistling over the top of the mountain, passing through the branches, blowing the buds that had just sprouted in spring, shaking the shadows, and making a deep rustling sound .

In the deep forest, where even the chirping of insects is still, suddenly there is a loud noise that doesn't fit.

"boom!"

The rock collapsed, the cliff collapsed, and the ancient tree as thick as several people's arms broke from it, creaking and whining, and slowly fell to the ground, splashing dust all over the sky.

The bird perched on the tree suddenly woke up, only to find that it had lost its homeland in its sleep. After a few breaths in a daze, it suddenly jumped into the sky, with its sharp beak slightly opened, and let out a long series of mournful cries.

Messy gray feathers fluttered and slowly landed on the mountain where an unknown amount of old dirt had accumulated.

Amidst the mournful birdsong, there was a burst of joyful laughter.

"Little brother, what are you hiding? Come on, let Yuyao kill you, okay?"

The girl in the white skirt shuttled through the forest, and after a few jumps, she lightly landed on the lush old tree branches,

He covered his mouth with his left hand and giggled, but waved his right hand in the air.

The plain and impermanent white cloth in her hand turned out to be sharper than an ordinary spirit sword after being infused with spiritual energy. The plain silk drew a beautiful arc in the air, leisurely slashing towards a certain shadow——

With a sound of "click", several ancient trees were cut off, and the ton-heavy canopy lost its support and fell heavily towards the mountain road.

Under the heavy pressure, Hang Shih under the shadow had no choice but to jump up lightly, the figure in white flashed among the falling leaves, and quickly rushed towards the depths of the mountain forest.

He was so fast that he was almost just a silhouette flashing in the moonlight.

But Cui Yuyao's eyesight was better. After confirming Hang Xiao's position, her red lips curled up slightly, and her spiritual power flowed, turning into a ray of breeze, holding up her slender body, and rushing forward quickly.

"Little brother, slow down, the slaves can't keep up."

While chasing closely, the girl smiled casually and said teasingly: "Otherwise... you take off the mask and show it to me, maybe I will let you go?"

Hang was sweating profusely from running.

Cui Yuyao's playful voice and the whistling wind filled his ears together, making him want to roll his eyes.

Lianyingzong is a well-known demon sect, its disciples pursue a moment of leisure and happiness, and act according to their likes and dislikes.

Cui Yuyao, as the Saintess of the Pity Shadow Sect, also has a more famous and appropriate title in the original text-Pity Shadow Demon Girl.

This demon nature opened Hang's eyes today.

The most hateful thing is that this girl is extremely fast, coming and going like the wind, shuttling freely between the vast mountains and forests, and the spirit weapon in her hand is really vicious, if she is really hit, there will be a huge blood hole in her body.

Hang Shih's lack of combat experience, although he has a powerful Yang Yan, he often misses out when he makes moves.

He couldn't help himself, he didn't want to burn the entire mountain forest and cut off the livelihood of the people in the surrounding villages, so he always tied his hands and feet when he cast spells, and he quickly lost the wind after a few tricks with Cui Yuyao.

Cui Yuyao saw that he was thinking about him, she had a charming smile on her lips, and her attack was even more ruthless.

Hang Shi had no choice but to run away.

... escaped not as fast as Cui Yuyao.

Seeing the figure behind him getting closer and closer, and the crisp sound of branches and leaves bending could be heard in his ears, Hang Xiaoxiao was in a panic and rushed straight into a secluded pool in a panic.

The pool of water was shrouded in the shadow of the green hills, as thick as ink, making it impossible to distinguish.

It wasn't until half of his body fell into the water, feeling cold and damp like a water snake, with a bone-piercing chill climbing up his calf and spreading over his spine, that Hang Xiao finally came to his senses. The force of the counter-shock rushed out of the water.

And just as he stood firmly on the shore, before he even had time to brush away his long hair soaked in water, he saw the trees on the shore crashing down.

The thick shadow that covered the sky and the sun dissipated, and the moonlight found a gap, like a flying spring and a waterfall, rushing down thousands of miles.

In the bright halo, a girl in a white dress came Tingting, with brisk steps and a small smile.

Hang Hour: "..."

What should I do?

"Otherwise, you take off the mask and show her?"

In his mind, 025 suggested: "This girl seems to be a face controler. In the original text, she first became interested in the protagonist, mainly because of the protagonist's face."

Recalling the description in the original book, Hang Shi shuddered and shook his head slightly.

Absolutely not.

In the original text, although Cui Yuyao didn't fight with the protagonist.

But she hooked the protagonist's chin, and after admiring repeatedly, she wanted to take the protagonist away and make a furnace.

It's just that the Xinghe Sect's round of assessment in Luohan City just ended, and an elder passed by over Huawu. Cui Yuyao was afraid that her deeds would be revealed, so she turned and left unwillingly, letting the protagonist live.

As for how she fell in love with the protagonist in the subsequent entanglements, and tried every means to win the protagonist's first blood, that's a later story.

But now, the plot has been disrupted by Hang Shi, and their location is more than ten kilometers away from the original text, and they have climbed more than half of the mountain.

If the elders of the Xinghe Sect didn't come, and he took off his mask when he hung up, could he really be making a furnace for this witch?

"I won't do it even if I'm beaten to death. A scholar can be killed but not humiliated." Hang Shixiong said arrogantly.

His eyes were ruthless, and his five fingers were clenched tightly. The meridian that was already close to exhaustion was oppressed, but he squeezed out a little more strength from nowhere, and it turned into a hot current, flowing into Hang Shi's palm.

Cui Yuyao smiled even wider.

She took off her shoes and socks, and walked barefoot in the forest. At this moment, her white and delicate feet were stepping on the dark mud, and the skirt fluttered, revealing a slender ankle, which was inexplicably alluring.

"Little brother, do you have to eat the fine wine from the slave family?"

The demeanor is charming, the eyebrows and eyes are full of spring, but the girl's eyes are colder than the cold pool. She gently pulled the white cloth in her palm, and the long cloth split from the end of the thread. Sharp, with a cold light.

Hang Shih gritted his teeth and stared at the three long cloths. The cyclone in his palm split quietly and turned into three pinches.

He doesn't have many chances, he must...

While holding her breath, Cui Yuyao's eyebrows suddenly moved.

"Who's there!" she shouted.

At the same time, a piece of white cloth pierced the sky, chopped off the branches, and shot towards a half-person-high stone in the middle of the lake. Its tip turned into a sharp arrow, filled with spiritual power, and exploded on the stone. !

The water splashed, the gravel flew, and the waves were monstrous.

Hang Xiaoxiao was afraid that this was Cui Yuyao's plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain, so he never dared to blink.

Even though the stone dust spurts and the lake water rushes towards his face, soaking his tied-up black hair and thick long eyelashes, he still concentrates, without blinking his eyes, and mobilizes all his energy to track the movement of the white cloth.

——In the field of vision, the moonlight is cold and sparkling.

The water splashed, and the moon marks in the middle of the lake cracked and cracked countless fine lines, just like a fine glass mirror shattered in the stream. Every small piece of splashed debris was imprinted with silhouettes, and every drop of water that flew into the air reflected the streamer.

And with the streamer jumping up together, the one printed in the center of the silhouette is a tall and handsome figure.

The skin is so fair that it is almost transparent, but the muscle lines of the whole body are very smooth. His slender and powerful legs stepped lightly in midair, and his long satin-like hair swayed like a curtain. At that time, the long arm had already hooked a black robe, and with a flick of his fingers, he quickly wrapped it around his body.

A fair and elegant face was exposed to the moonlight, with a handsome nose, deep eye sockets, and blood-red lips. The whole person looked like a ghost in the mountains, evil and dusty.

However, these pictures did not attract Hang Hour's attention at all.

All his mind was focused on the moment when the young man jumped up. The moonlight was bright and clear, reflecting the young man's figure clearly. At this moment, it almost turned into a small movie, which was played in a loop in Hang Xiao's mind, forward sequence, reverse sequence, slow motion, close-up ...

Hang Xiao only felt his whole body's energy and blood surging, his breathing subconsciously became heavy, and there seemed to be hundreds of bees flying around his ears, buzzing.

The yang flame in the palm flowed backwards, burning the hot blood in his chest until it boiled, making the roots of his ears hot and his throat dry. Apart from staring blankly, he could only keep screaming in his mind.

"Teacher 025, did you see that he--good, big, ah!"

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