My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

The long stick that pierced through the starry sky returned to the visitor, Jun An secretly scolded his mother, turned around and shouted at him: "Brother, you are not here to make trouble!"

The visitor has clean and neat short black hair. There is a thick and thin red belt hidden in one side of the hair. The red belt wears a black copper coin and wraps around the back of the head. It is tied at the end of the hair. The red belt that is too long is straight Falling down, against the tall and straight figure of the man.

He is very dazzling, his facial features are firm and powerful, his brows are radiant, and the corners of his eyes are slightly curled up. He has an incomparable evil charm and arrogance, hidden deep in his eyes, and conveyed by the curvature of his mouth.

Jun An was dumbfounded, and suddenly panicked, not to mention fear, or fear.

The man walked over, stretched out his hand to hold the floating blood beads, snorted disdainfully, then in front of Shen Zhang, made a fist, crushed it with a spiritual method, and spread his palm into a wisp of green smoke to dissipate.

He approached Shen Zhang, pondered for a moment, and said, "Shen Zhang, right? Killed... Well, I counted thirteen people."

Jun An didn't understand what was going on, and raised his hand to touch him. "Hey, you—"

Before the words fell, the man said: "It's enough for you to die." Then he stabbed Shen Zhang's chest with a stick, and the bystanders were still choking in their throats.

A good one was crushed on the spot.He is still waiting to take it home to practice the demon spirit weapon... Damn it, this is the first time Junan dared to be angry, gritted his teeth and swallowed his displeasure, and said, "Friend, what's your name, what school do you belong to? "

The man turned his head and smiled at him, but Junan could tell that his smile was not friendly at all.

"You're welcome, my name is Xue Huan, and I have no teachers and no family. Well, everything is settled, so I'll go first."

"Wait." Jun An clenched his fists, thinking about it, he felt unfair, but other than the evil monsters who were causing trouble, he could not find a reason to force him to stay and then find a chance to deceive him, so he rolled his eyes, He picked out Zhou Huan and introduced: "It's nothing, just introduce a friend to you, Zhou Huan, whose name is the same as yours."

Zhou Huan was originally a good background, but suddenly he was pulled out to resist the "innocent disaster", and he sighed in doubt when he was confused.

"what?"

Xue Huan looked Zhou Huan up and down interestingly, frowned, and asked, "Zhou Huan? That Huan?"

Zhou Huan said: "Beside the word fire."

Xue Huan nodded: "Interesting, I will find you as my brother in the next life." He patted Zhou Huan on the shoulder and left without looking back.

"Hey——" Jun An wanted to stop him, but there was really no reason, he stomped his feet and turned his back while looking at Xue Huan's back.

"Is that the end?" The burly man glanced back at the place where Shen Zhang died, and said, "We haven't changed this place yet, right?"

After he finished speaking, it was as if they closed and opened their eyes, and they returned to the lively Jiuzhang Terrace. Everyone still toasted and drank, laughed and exchanged, and the festive shaking of the red lights confused the eyes of others.

It was peaceful as before, but suddenly there were a few shouts in the corridor, saying that the young lady had escaped, and the crowd was in chaos all of a sudden, and the drinking guests didn't know what happened. Sighing, he reluctantly left Jiuzhang Terrace.

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In the middle of the night, a few crows called out from the cemetery on the hillside to the west of the city. Zhou Huan walked up slowly, shaking his fan. When he walked on the smoky forest road, his elegant scholarly appearance faded away in an instant, and he changed into a purple suit. shirt black.His hair is thick and long, the long hair on the temples hangs down, and the forehead hair just falls in front of his eyebrows, adorning his forehead deftly.His eyes were icy purple, curled up in the dark night, shining with a sinister light.

Zhou Huan is like a ghost walking out of the forest, with complex black lines on his neck, similar black lines on the backs of his hands and wrists, and his nails are black. Bloody on top.

The moonlight above his head was covered by dark clouds. He kept walking, but he was not in a hurry until he stopped in front of a grave. Before, a little silvery gray was sprinkled.

Shen Zhang looked weak and sat on the tombstone, propped up with both hands, in unbearable pain.

"You seem to be out of luck."

Shen Zhang had difficulty breathing, raised his head to look at him with difficulty, suddenly fell to his knees in front of him, and begged: "It's me...it's too rampant, I have no defense, give me another chance, I haven't, I haven't made peace with Jing yet." Xian married, I haven't... had time to look at her again, please..."

"Did I remind you that you only have one chance?"

Zhou Huan had a cold face, neither happy nor angry, as indifferent as water, like a dead person without any emotion, in the dark night, he was like a god of death aloft.

The drop of blood that Zhou Huan bestowed on Shen Zhang back then, if used properly, would have been enough for him to set fire to the Jiuzhang Tower and kill the villain who bullied him three years ago. The ascetic slammed once, pitiful and ridiculous.

"I... I was wrong. My death is just a wisp of my soul. I don't have the high comprehension of a ghost with three souls and seven souls, but I thought, I thought I could succeed." Shen Zhang was anxious, and hurriedly stretched out his hand Want to grab Zhou Huan's clothes corner.

When Shen Zhang was born, he didn't know about ghosts and gods. He usually walked on the street and ran away from fortune-tellers and monks. He didn't understand yin and yang, and he was not proficient in reincarnation. Once bad luck befalls him, It is also difficult for him to understand the truth, and he should do it according to his intuition.

"You're so stupid." Zhou Huan lifted his hand and said ruthlessly.

Shen Zhang staggered for a moment, moved his knees over again, and begged: "I beg you, god, give me one more chance, this time I will definitely...not mess around."

"Immortal?" Zhou Huan smiled lowly, reached out and touched his face, the moment his fingers touched, a black line appeared on his face, the black line appeared and disappeared quickly, in the dark night, flashed by.

"Oh, who told you that I am a fairy."

Shen Zhang didn't care about anything at this time, kowtowed to Zhou Huan, and said: "You gave me a chance, it saved my life, you are a god, please, really please you……"

"Hey, it's not that I don't want to save you, it's just that there are only one chance to choose some roads. Once you choose the wrong road, you will have no way to go. There is a cliff in front of you, and there is no turning back." Zhou Huan said softly.

"But I was wronged, I didn't deserve to die, isn't it true that good people are rewarded in this world? I have never done anything bad, so is it impossible to be with the person I like?" Shen Zhang struggled and felt pain. Called: "My mother said that I know that doing wrong things can be forgiven. I have done such a wrong thing in my life. Is it so difficult to get it done? Isn't it that God's salvation depends on kindness? Can you open it?" Open your eyes..."

At the end of his speech, he sobbed softly, clenched the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands, and knelt down on the ground, just like the devout worshipers kneeling and pleading in front of the Buddhist hall.

"The world is not as good as you think. After this experience, don't you have a long memory?" Zhou Huan sighed, and suddenly said softly: "You are so stupid. In order to go back, you will believe everyone's words. Such a stupid person will still be deceived in this world.”

He leaned close to Shen Zhang's ear, shattered his faith since he was a child, and said with a sneer: "Who told you that kindness will be rewarded, you believe in gods and Buddhas, but gods and Buddhas have no intentions, and are frivolous and vulgar."

Zhou Huan suddenly exerted force, and a wisp of Shen Zhang's ashes turned into a speck of dust in front of his own grave.After a long time, the surroundings were clean and clear, as if the desperate entanglement just now had never happened before.

If Shen Zhang really had good intentions, then he shouldn't have shown his face at Jiuzhang Terrace. All he had to do was to take Huang Jingxian away without disturbing anyone, just so quietly.But the resentment of being a ghost has long overshadowed his original intention of coming, and he still couldn't swallow that breath after all.

"You really have no sympathy at all."

Xue Huan sat leaning on the tree carelessly, playing with the red belt in his hand, and judged: "That ghost is too pitiful." He had been sitting here for a long time, and his back was a little sore. After venting, he opened his mouth to say a word to Zhou Huan.

Zhou Huan turned around, Xue Huan jumped down from the tree, shook off the red belt on his hand, blinked, and said, "Why do fairies look so good-looking?" There are a bunch of decorative patterns, making your whole person look like it was spliced ​​out with ropes, which is very unpleasant."

Zhou Huan didn't speak.

"Maybe I should call you Yan Zhou. To be honest, the name Zhou Huan doesn't sound good. If you want to choose a nice name, you might as well get closer to me."

Yan Zhou suddenly laughed, and said: "This friend is really shameless. If you want to chat with someone, this is a cemetery. You can chat with whoever you want, and I will not accompany you."

Xue Huan grinned at the corner of his mouth, Ling Feng flashed in his eyes, and his voice sank, he said, "But brother, I just want to talk to you."

He transformed into a long stick, pierced into the spiritual method and hit Yan Zhou, but was blocked by the spiritual array he had set up in advance.

The moonlight was hazy, and the wind was blowing. An impatient gust of wind blew up the silent forest. The leaves were rolled up, and they were cut across the forest road and poured into the cemetery.

The wind blew Yan Zhou's long hair, and here Xue Huan's red belt was also floating like a fairy.

"To be honest, you look better than you look in the portrait." Xue Huan continued to urge the spiritual method to confront him.

Yan Zhou's appearance is ruthless, his eyes are slender when viewed from the side, and he is especially cold, so his speech is also ruthless.

"Why, you look at my portrait and miss me?"

Xue Huan took his provocation as fart, and thought to himself, after eating the long stick a few times, you will know how much I miss you.

But he thought this way, and the other party thought similarly to him. After a fight, Xue Huan's frequent attacks did not hurt Yan Zhou at all.Yan Zhou's martial arts skills are strange and have no fixed track. He seems to be able to predict Xue Huan's every step of attack, and he can accurately resolve it, so that his long stick often misses the air.

After a dark and fruitless battle, Yan Zhou took control of his palm and formed a spirit formation to restrain the flying stick. Xue Huan seemed to be tired from playing, and let his weapon spin around Yan Zhou's spirit formation, Friendly peace talks with Yan Zhou.

"300 years ago, I saw you outside Shihuang Terrace. Although it was from the back, you are really capable." Xue Huan began to criticize the crimes of the person in front of him unceremoniously. "Destroyed the eight green steps of the ten formations on the Tianmen Gate, dug out the astrology plate of Liushuang Lake, stole the Bingdi lotus of the Southern Buddha, and dug a hole in the top of the North Ming Temple dedicated to Kunpeng."

"I said, are you demons and ghosts always doing some annoying things when you have nothing to do?"

The whole day is either practicing this evil skill or that evil skill. When I ran into a bottleneck when I was slipping, I had to find some lost skills. To be number one in the world and dominate the rivers and lakes.

"Sometimes I wonder if the reason why demons and ghosts are bad is because no one loves them when they were young, so they do something bad to attract others' attention?" Xue Huan shook his head and said earnestly: "It's really unnecessary, when no one cares , Even if you put your heart out to please others, it’s useless. With this energy, it’s better to love yourself. I just passed by a small village and saw a child who looked juicy, and his smile made people hurt. If you hate yourself and no one loves you, learn from it People laughed."

When Xue Huan made a series of long speeches, he didn't notice that Yan Zhou's face was getting more and more ugly. He suddenly strengthened his inner strength, shook Xue Huan's long stick away, and said coldly: "You talk too much nonsense."

Xue Huan twirled the long stick back and said proudly: "It seems that I have hit the mark, but it doesn't matter, good and evil go hand in hand in this world, and most of you are cultivators, immortals, and Heaven accepts you. It's just a matter of time."

Yanzhou's eyes hurt a little, he was a little tired after standing in the cold wind for a long time at night.So after hearing Xue Huan's sarcasm, he turned around and wanted to leave without saying a word, but just as he turned around, Xue Huan said again: "If you want to leave, at least leave the things you stole from the heaven."

Yan Zhou was silent for a long time, his expression was covered by his long hair at the temples, making it difficult for people to see his emotions clearly, so his jaw moved slightly.

"You're right. I really shouldn't be annoying. Since you are capable, such a large cemetery is enough for you."

His ending sound disappeared in the empty and gloomy cemetery. Xue Huan opened his mouth, and before he could even pull out his long stick, he saw hundreds of ghosts floating out of the cemetery.

With Xue Huan's ability, dealing with these ghosts is as easy as crushing ants to death. He threw out a long stick and punctured the illusion left by Yan Zhou, looking at the empty cemetery and spat: "You have to pay for the mistakes you made. costly."

"Yan Zhou!"