The male protagonist said he hates me [Quick Transmigration]

As soon as Chang Qing mentioned Master, the expression of the demon cultivator in front of her eyes turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, "What are you asking?"

It happened more than a hundred years ago.

"You have the sound transmission talisman, right?" Chang Qing didn't think he needed to tell others, he leaned lazily on the tree trunk, and smiled again.

"You don't know, you still like Elder Yun Qing?"

Chang Ning's expression was complicated, her eyes were still full of tears, half hated and half shaken, but at least she calmed down.

The young man in the snow robe raised his eyelids, his bright red eyes were cocked up, sarcasm to the extreme.

As if to say, "Why are you so worthless?"

I actually like a person who uses you as a stand-in for entertainment.

It shouldn't be the case when the brain is flooded.

Chang Ning was dumbfounded, and it took him a while to retort, "No."

"Really?" Very perfunctory tone.

The young man in front of him had already supported the trunk to stand up. In this wilderness, he looked at the dark sky and motioned her to follow him out of the mountain of corpses.

"Be quiet, you know?"

"Okay." Although Chang Ning couldn't understand why he was so serious, but looking at the bamboo forest in the distance, she didn't know the path of the corpse mountain. She pursed her lips and could only follow the thin figure of the young man.

As the sun sets, the sky is smudged into a depressing black color, and there is only the sound of "russling" stepping on leaves in my ears.

Walking down the mountain path, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the autumn moon night, the howling and howling of fierce beasts is an indispensable embellishment.

It looks like some horrible monster is about to pop out at any time.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Chang Ning completely forgot his promise and urged, with a loud voice, as if emboldened.

Chang Qing frowned and said, "Shut up."

At night, the bamboo forest enchantment on the corpse mountain cannot be controlled by the sword.

Chang Ning walked faster and faster, Chang Ning was a woman, barely caught up with Chang Qing, but her physical strength was exhausted, she lowered her head and panted slightly, feeling extremely bad.

"What do you mean..." Chang Ning stopped angrily.

Chang Qing also stopped, but didn't turn around. Chang Ning suddenly cried out in pain, "What are you doing...ah!"

Chang Qing suddenly took two steps back, but Chang Ning couldn't dodge it, and squatted down, his instep hurt like hell.

She raised her eyes with hatred, but her eyes were black and clear, perhaps with a mockery.

Why?

The next moment she knew why.

The two were sent flying, the young man in snow robe barely stood still, Chang Ning's situation was not so good, she was seriously injured by Zhu Yan, and now she directly hit the bamboo with her body, spitting out blood.

The unprecedented coercion came down, and the immortal became angry.

"Chang Ning!" The young man in the snow robe shouted as he sacrificed the sheepskin scroll, barely protecting the two of them, and the woman behind also rushed over with her sword drawn, ready to join them.

Looking at the handsome fallen fairy in purple clothes, Chang Ning couldn't believe it and had to believe that there was such a big Buddha in this desolate mountain of corpses.

At this moment, they are still stopping them, as if they are going to kill them.

The shallow scabbed wounds on Chang Qing's cheeks and neck were mottled by the sharp blade of the wind. He turned his head with difficulty and frowned, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm not for you, but for me. I don't want to die." Chang Ning's posture was not much better, his body was wet, he held up his sword, and gritted his teeth to squeeze out these words.

In such a situation, if you don't unite to fight against this fallen fairy, you will die.

Chang Qing understood, but he was just puzzled...

The purple-clothed fallen fairy looked at the love-slashing sword of the snow-robed youth, and said with a sarcasm, "Including you, it's also a dead end."

Mortal monks and fallen immortals are like mayflies shaking a big tree.

Even hundreds of Chang Ning and Chang Qing couldn't beat him, nor could Chang Qing in his heyday a hundred years ago.

Chang Ning's face turned pale, "Then what should I do?"

wait to die?She didn't want to die, so she tried every means to get Chang Qing's heart. It was because she didn't want to die that she became so twisted.

"Call your master."

Chang Ning was taken aback, "Can he save us?"

"Maybe." Chang Qing was very calm.

"..." Chang Ning was suspicious.

Isn't this just a backstop for death?

The young man in the snow robe turned his head to look at her, but didn't speak.

But they ignored the Fallen Immortal in front of them, the Purple Clothed Fallen Immortal chuckled lightly, the pressure became even more overwhelming, a palm wind hit the woman, obviously not giving this chance.

Chang Ning took two steps back and stared wide-eyed.The bamboo leaves fluttered, but the palm wind didn't land on her.

The young man in the snow robe caged her behind him, and his thin body trembled for a moment.

At this moment of life and death, Chang Ning inexplicably felt that the heart in his chest trembled.

"This is the only chance." In a low voice, sticking very close, Chang Ning heard his restrained but leaked cough.

So you want to call Master Yunqing and take him to die?

Chang Ning still bit his lower lip, wavering.

Forced by the situation, the two were beaten to the ground again, lingering on their last breaths.

Chang Ning subconsciously turned her head, and the young man stood in front of her again to block the blow for her.

The skirt of the noble youth's snow robe was dyed with red plums. Under the hazy night, it was poignant and beautiful, like a lazy ghost with charming eyes.

"Do you want to die?"

The meaningless tone of voice awakened Chang Ning.

She might just be a fool in the eyes of this flamboyant ghost.

Very stupid, very stupid.

From a very close distance, one can see the gentle black eyes, but the depths are full of mockery and indifference.

She was stung and her dignity was trampled underfoot.Chang Ning suddenly felt rebellious. She took out the talisman paper from the hidden pocket of her sleeve, chanted the mantra in a low voice, and her eyes turned red as she spoke.

Looking up, it was still the young man in the snow robe who staggered up and blocked the danger for her.

Under the moonlight, it was like a sacrifice.

Weird, beautiful.

Did anyone die for you?

As an abandoned baby, Chang Ning has had a hard time living from childhood to adulthood, never before.

Oh no, now there is.

...

Chang Ning's tears dried up, she fixedly looked up at the thin figure, and a new throbbing came back in her heart.

Soon, thick fog covered the full moon, and a powerful magic cultivator descended in the night.

The white clothes have been replaced by dark red robes, and the old cold elder stands in front of the snow-robed youth, acting perverse and hostile.

Chang Ning was shocked in place, "Master, master... what's going on with him?"

She didn't want to call her master, and even if she cared, she didn't want to appear contemptuous.

Chang Ning severed the relationship with Sui Han's master and apprentice, and hadn't seen each other for a long time. This time they reunited after a long absence, and it was such a critical situation. Seeing that Sui Han, the son of Feng Yunzong's Tianjiao, had fallen into a demon, he was naturally concerned about his incoherent speech.

Xuepao was young and relaxed, and after Sui Han came, he had already retreated to her side, slowly wiping away the traces of embarrassment.

The life and death of the rescuers in front were unclear, and the fight was in full swing, and they almost died in the underworld just now.

Chang Ning stared at Chang Qing, dumbfounded.

This... is too calm, too delicate.

Chang Qing noticed it and looked back at her, "How is it?"

Chang Ning's heart missed a beat, and he stammered, "No, it's nothing."

"Then go find someone with me," Chang Qing rolled his eyes and wrestled with the dark red robed demon cultivator holding his sword. "He won't last long."

Although he doesn't know anything, but now he is in a boat, if he doesn't want to capsize, he can only obey.

The figures of the two entered the dark bamboo forest without hesitation, and the man in purple looked at them looking for the direction, and his face was rarely cold.

"Compete with Zhu Yan, can you?" He stopped, and the opponent's heart had been pierced by a sword.

When he found something, he looked contemptuously again, and said contemptuously, "But people who have no heart are also kind of love."

Sui Leng was sweating frequently, but he also sneered, "Aren't you also a lover? Oh no, you are crazy for behaving like a prisoner's wife."

The Purple Clothed Fallen Immortal was not angry, he asked lightly.

"You don't want to be crazy?"

madman?

Just follow your heart.

The thick fog remained, and the moonlight was shrouded in gloom.

The night wind howled, but no one answered.

...

Chang Ning didn't understand.

"What is your holiday?"

Fallen immortals see mortals like ants, why do they block them?

"Maybe it's because of this sword." Annoyed by the question, the young man in the snow robe lazily raised the sharp weapon in his hand, the scarlet scabbard flamboyant like fireworks.

Chang Ning:?

The sword fist is hardened.

Would the fallen immortal want a sword from him?impossible.

Chang Qing smiled, didn't say much, just stopped and said softly, "Here we are."

The bamboo house stands in the bamboo forest, the oil lamp is slightly lit, the wind is very light, it seems to be gentle and partial to this place.

It is an enchantment, which contains most of the spiritual power of the fallen immortal. It is really unexpected that less than three-tenths of the fallen immortal can beat them so embarrassingly. If... I dare not imagine.

"There is a barrier, we can't..." Before the words finished, the crimson sword waved lightly, the sword fell in his hand, and the Yi Jue flew.

The barrier "bang" broke.

Um?Is it so hasty? ! !

Immediately, Chang Ning looked at the sword differently. If so, it is not impossible for the fallen immortal to kill them with a sword.

Chang Qing ignored the surprised eyes of the woman beside her. This sword is a formation eye, a thing that breaks the barrier, and the barrier can be broken naturally, but she doesn't know the cause and effect.

"Look ahead." He just said.

Chang Ning turned her head blankly and looked forward.

In the dim night, the beauty under the lamp sat on the swing, her green clothes dangling.

No spiritual power or cultivation, mortal?

She was calm and natural, watching them break into the enchantment indifferently, not panicking at all, but it didn't seem like it.

Chang Ning was not sure, and the young man in the snow robe beside her slowly stepped forward. She was vigilant and suspicious in her bones, and immediately wanted to grab his sleeve, "Don't..."

Get thrown off.

The back of the hand is red.

"Perhaps you should know how to write the word "over the moment?"

Chang Ning suddenly woke up.

It was she who was blinded by the grace of saving her life several times, and subconsciously got close, but they were just enemies, and they joined forces when they had a common enemy, and then they broke up, that's all.

Detached and calm, devoid of any emotion.

Chang Qing knows how to analyze the pros and cons.

However, his posture is lazy and gentle, and his appearance is docile, so that people can't see the coldness under the skin.

She pursed her lips, clenched her sword secretly, and watched their every move from a distance.

Facing the young man in the snow robe approaching, the woman in Tsing Yi did not move from the beginning to the end, she sat quietly on the swing, like a dead thing.

Chang Qing lowered her eyes and bent her lips, "I'm here to coerce you."

She finally raised her eyes, "What about him?"

The voice is usually hoarse.

When there was no response, she sighed softly, "It's useless."

In the distance, Chang Ning's hearing is excellent, she can't understand the implication of the two, and she can't understand what's going on.

But Chang Qing saw it, the pale and clear expression in the eyes of the Tsing Yi woman——

It's fate, you can't save me.

is it?

Under the night, the snow-robed youth smiled deeper, "I prefer this."

Isn't it fun to go against the sky and run in the opposite direction?

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded from behind, and the smell of blood also hit.

Chang Qing clenched the sword tightly, grabbed the woman's neck on the swing without hesitation, lifted it up, and delivered the villain's favorite line of intimidation——

"If you don't want her to die, kneel down for me."

The woman in Tsing Yi stood in front of him, startled.

It can be regarded as a kneeling victim, atonement.

He didn't have such a noble mind.

Just had an idea...

Fallen Immortal's knee, he wanted to see how hard it was.

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