my dignified devil

superior. "The fifth child packed up the rope, grabbed Xia Yao, dragged her to the side of the tree and tied her to the tree.

A gang of thieves surrounded her, cursing wantonly.

Knowing that she couldn't escape, Xia Yao shouted, "Xiaoxi, run!"

The little master who was watching did not move.

"Mom!" The third child punched her in the stomach.

Xia Yao retched a few times, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth: "You guys better beat me to death now."

On the other side, the second child and the fourth child took the rope to tie up the little master.

The little master picked up a branch on the ground and pointed it diagonally.

The fourth child went to rush at him first, relying on his small stature, the little master easily dodged.

Seeing that the fourth brother showed his flaws, the little master turned his spiritual power slightly, and a blue light flashed on the branch. He used the branch as a sword and stabbed into the fourth child's lower abdomen.

puff--

Blood spurted out and poured on the face of the little master.

The little master wiped his face with his left hand, took advantage of the moment when the second child was in a daze, and struck another sword, entering from the left ear and exiting from the right ear, killing the young man on the spot.

The blue light on the branches shone through the blood, which was a little bewitching and glamorous.

Is this the gifted sword cultivator?So scary, so scary.

The fourth child hissed in pain, and with a stern shout, he drew out the dagger at his side, and slashed at the head regardless of whether the "goods" were valuable or not.

At this time, the little master had just entered Tongyou at most, and his spiritual power was insufficient, and the branch snapped when he chopped it off.

At this time, the remaining five people had already gathered around, because of the sudden death of the second child, they didn't dare to be careless at all, and came towards the little master with weapons in hand.

"Damn it." The third child's eyeballs popped out, and he tried the second child's breath to confirm that he was out of breath.

"I played with eagles all my life, and the eagles pecked at my eyes. Good boy, dare to trick us." The boss forcibly suppressed his anger and raised his right hand.

He had a box of sleeve arrows tied in his hand.

Is the little master a person who just sits and waits to die?Neither is the seven-year-old little master.

He tapped his toes, used a light footwork, dodged behind the fourth child, and inserted the broken branch that was only a few inches long in his hand into the fourth child's throat, and the blood gushed out again.

The little master picked up the dagger on the ground.

Killing gas.

Even though they were desperadoes, they couldn't help feeling guilty when they saw this scene.

The boss shouted: "Everyone go together!"

Several people attacked in a siege.

Although the little master is a monk, but after all, he is still young and has almost no battle experience, so he was in a hurry to deal with it for a while.

After several rounds, he gradually became familiar with his sword moves.

The nightmare of the big men has begun.

Those who reached out lost their hands, those who kicked back lost their legs, and those who got close lost their heads.

In the end, only the boss and the seventh child were left to survive.

The old seven began to cry.

No one will pity him, just like he did not pity the innocent girl at all.

"I don't want to die, please forgive me, I know I'm wrong, please forgive me." Lao Qi clutched his bloody severed arm, the red liquid flowed into the sand, dyeing the land black and brown.

The little master looked at him expressionlessly and wept bitterly.

Lao Qi knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Grandpa, please forgive me, my life is worthless, you just treat me as a fart, let me go, I never felt sorry for you from the beginning, it was me If you don't know Mount Tai, please forgive me."

There was blood on his forehead.

The little master passed him and walked towards the boss.

The old seven just showed ecstasy on his face, before he raised his head, he saw the snow-white blade protruding from his chest.

Whoosh whoosh—

Several small swords shot at the little master, but were blocked by his cassock, only one brushed against the hole in the cassock, leaving a bloodstain.

The little master turned to face the boss.

The boss was about to open his mouth.

The short sword was inserted into his mouth.

Since then, none of the bandits who found the stove for the wicked old ghost survived.

The sky was full of rays of light, red up and down, the little master stood in the sea of ​​blood and looked at the girl.

The little master really doesn't know how much his current appearance can scare the little girl.

If Xia Yao's previous state was the panic of falling into the hands of bandits and a little courage to break the boat, then the current state can be said to be frightened and panicked, and the unreal feeling of seeing an evil star.

I thought it was a little sheep, but it turned out to be the little Hades who ate up the big bad wolf.

The little master dropped the knife: "Why didn't sister hug me?"

Because my sister dare not.

Xia Yao hesitated and stretched out her hand, but she still didn't dare to land on the little master.

The expression on Little Master's face was smeared with blood, making him look particularly terrifying.

"Sister," he said.

"Are you unwilling to take me home?" He spoke slowly, with sadness.

"Xiao, Xiao Xi is so powerful, how can, maybe I still need me." Xia Yao forced her composure.

Can't calm down at all.

"Liar." The little master said to Xia Yao's eyes.

Xia Yao couldn't take it anymore, broke down and cried: "Let me go, my brother is about your age, and he is still waiting for me to buy him a bamboo dragonfly."

She sobbed: "I just want to go home."

"Bamboo Dragonfly, what is that?" Little Master didn't understand why she was crying, but just asked.

"I'll give you everything, you pity me, don't force me." Xia Yao just cried.

Little Master's eyes turned cold, and he said, "You go."

Xia Yao stopped crying when she heard this sentence of forgiveness, and looked at the little master in surprise.

The little master said: "Let's go."

Xia Yao scrambled and ran towards the city without looking back.

30. Chapter 30

The little master sat under the tree, watching Xia Yao's back from near to far, from big to small, until she disappeared.

The crimson sunset is dyed with indigo, black purple, and finally turned into a gloomy black blue.

The light in his eyes dimmed little by little, and finally there was nothingness.

The little master curled up under the tree, it was such a small ball.

Qi Ling said inappropriately: "Are you still going?"

"I'm talking about Qi Ling, you were thrown here by your master because you were too ungrateful." I sneered.

"You bullshit!"

"The other magic treasures are all in the Treasure Pavilion, no matter how bad they are, there are other weapon spirits as companions. If you stay here alone, can you say you are not an abandoned child?" I deliberately teased him.

"You talkative monk, go in." Qi Ling kicked me into the illusion.

What is the inner demon that Fu Zixi can't let go, forget, or escape?I can only guess.A cold-hearted person like him, who finally accepted a person, would never tolerate abandonment and betrayal.

So my job is probably to get him to regain his trust?

Who to trust, of course, me.

I stroked my little master's hair, feeling secretly refreshed.

I let Fu Zixi take advantage of me for so long, and I have to get it back in this illusion.

Although the blood-stained hair feels a little bad to the touch, the chances are still great in the future.

The little master raised his head vigilantly, two tear stains washed away the blood on his face, leaving two white marks, which looked a little funny.

I didn't laugh, I just felt sorry for him.

"Who are you?" Little Master asked with a wrinkled face.

This little dirty face.I cast a magic spell casually, wiped his face with a handkerchief dipped in water, and sighed, "Xiao Xi, why are you doing this?"

"Are you sent by Aunt Yuan?"

What Aunt Yuan?who cares.I am noncommittal.

The blood stains were wiped clean, Master's facial features were exquisite, and the scale-shrunk Master was like a jade carving, I couldn't put it down and rubbed it non-stop.

The little master was angry, but not completely angry, and pulled my hand down: "You are presumptuous."

He is sullen and doesn't want to talk to people.

"Don't feel sorry for someone who abandons you."

"Have you seen it all?"

"Yes, I've seen it all."

"I don't want her." The little master insisted.

"Yes, you don't want her, so she is not worthy of your liking." I nodded seriously.

The depression between his brows lightened a little.

I think there is a way. To persuade this kind of thing, it must be done as soon as possible. After a long time, it will be entangled in it, and it will never be solved.

"Xiaoxi, in the future you will meet many people who are worthy of your liking."

But the little master stopped talking again, and I couldn't do anything to tease him.

I sat quietly with him, there was no moon in this night, only the stars twinkling like the waves of the Milky Way.

Just a meteor fell, burning stone green streamer, the long trail was fleeting, clear and dreamy.

"The old man's past is like a shooting star, once glorious for a while, and ended without a trace. I used to think that I would be tortured by memories for the rest of my life, but I didn't expect that as time went by, hatred and regret would not last long, and only loneliness lasted forever. So there is no need to be unworthy It’s sad.” I looked at Meteor and said, not only telling him, but also feeling a little bit genuinely emotional.

"What's your name?" Little Master finally said.

"The stream of stars, the stream of meteors, the stream of meteors." I smiled.

"Really?" He didn't believe it.

"Really, this is my father's name. He said that the luminous star of the night is a star, and eternity is a flow. This name wants me to have success in cultivation and longevity."

Maybe he really thought so when he named it.

Meteors fall one by one, like teardrops one after another, fleeting.It is also like a series of sword lights, long and short, horizontal and slanting, dazzling and shining, and the most beautiful fireworks are not even the slightest bit.

I have watched such shooting stars in the magic palace for 40 years. I don't know if the little master has also stared at them that night when he sat under the tree.

"Your father should be very kind to you." The little master was a little lonely.

Yes, he was really kind to me. He gave me the most favorable conditions for cultivation, gave me the respected status above ten thousand people, and even gave me companionship and grace, which made me firmly believe that he loves me.

I actually believe in the love of a magician.

"He used to be nice to me," I replied.

The little master said: "I haven't met my father, I heard...he is a cultivator."

The stars are like rain, twinkling in his eyes, obviously he is still a child, but his eyes are not as innocent as a child's.

"He didn't know I was there."

Everyone has the heart to gossip, and so does Mozun.

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