Chapter 290 I Don't Disgrace Hell, Who Disgrace Hell
Yan Xi is an online article writer who often harasses editors in the middle of the night and chats with colleagues, so in his inherent understanding, midnight is a good time to chat.
In order to enhance friendship and make the gift look like the same thing, he also traveled back in time and found a printing company to cover the A4 hand-written Demon Slayer Book and printed a p on the cover. Photo of yourself with hair.
Yan Xi used an artistic photo from a few years ago. He removed his hair and put on a set of monk's robes. He looked very Buddhist, and looked very much like a bald donkey.
In his photo, he looks completely different from Taoist Yanxi, and he is not worried about Duan Nanzhou seeing it.
Yan Xi made a special observation in the evening and found out that Duan Nanzhou was more partial to white wine, drank several more glasses, and even brought two bottles with him.
With his left hand and two bottles of white wine in his right hand, he knocked on Duan Nanzhou's door and walked in. He handed the two things into Duan Nanzhou's hands. He was about to say something when he suddenly remembered his own. The purpose is to deliver the Demon Slayer Treasure Book, not to chat.
Duan Nanzhou looked at the two bottles of wine and felt very contemptuous. What kind of good thing could it be to give wine to a girl in the middle of the night? She took a look at the "book" in her hand. The monk on the cover was handsome, handsome, and graceful. Quite familiar.
Yan Xi completely forgot that he once brought Duan Nanzhou back to modern society.
Duan Nanzhou felt a little relieved, put down the wine bottle, and opened it casually. He saw another Buddhist scripture and was speechless.
Yan Xi didn't say anything, so she just looked through the Demon Slayer Book.
After flipping through seven or eight pages, Duan Nanzhou looked horrified and shouted, "Is this a magic guide?"
Yan Xi thought: "Isn't it on the cover?"
He took a look and realized that he only put p's photo on it, but he didn't put the title of the book "Demon Slayer Treasure Book". No wonder Duan Nanzhou read a few pages before he could figure it out.
Duan Nanzhou hurriedly pushed the demon-killing treasure mirror and gave it back to Yan Xi, saying, "This thing is precious, I can't accept it."
Yan Xi smiled and said: "You have read it once, what's the point of returning it to me?"
Duan Nanzhou's pretty face turned red and she thought to herself, "You still have such a scheming person?"
Yan Xi said: "The things we are going to do on this trip are very dangerous. There is no shortcut to improve our Taoism. Tianlong'an's Taoism is unparalleled in the world, and other Taoism methods are simply incomparable. We only have spells, and we can practice them temporarily." Lian. I will give you the Demon Slayer Treasure, and I will feel at ease when encountering a formidable enemy."
Duan Nanzhou's pretty face turned red again, and he thought to himself: "Did he also have this intention when he sent Buddhist scriptures last time?"
"Forget it, I don't think about it anymore. The more I think about it, the more confused I become."
Seeing that Duan Nanzhou didn't say anything in return, Yan Xi thought to himself: "This is a gift." He quickly checked the story line.
Taoist Yanxi generously presented a treasure mirror to destroy demons, but Duan Nanzhou misunderstood it and thought it was a token of love... Later, Taoist Yanxi noticed this misunderstanding and found an opportunity to explain it clearly. Duan Nanzhou was ashamed and angry, and used the magic weapon passed down by his master, Tianlong Scissors, to break the sword. Several magic weapons were brought to Taoist Yanxi, but they did not hurt him. He killed himself in front of Taoist Yanxi, and his fragrant soul was scattered to the heaven and earth.
"Nima..."
The story of being killed by manslaughter was indeed resolved, but Duan Nanzhou died of shame and anger. This was definitely not the result Yan Xi wanted to see.
Duan Nanzhou is a good girl who has done nothing wrong, so why must she die?
"In other words, I can't explain this!"
"How will it end?"
"Why should I cut off Venerable Jiuyan's Buddhist treasure? Now if I don't want to humiliate hell, who will humiliate hell!"
Yan Xi also became more and more confused and confused as he thought about it.
The two of them sat facing each other quietly, looking at three poles above the moon.
Yan Xi suddenly felt that he could not stay any longer. If he stayed any longer, he would have to stay overnight.
He smiled awkwardly and said, "I'll go back first."
Duan Nanzhou didn't say anything, nor did he try to stop him. He waited until Yan Xi walked out of the room and then said in a low voice: "No wonder the teacher asked me to work with him and gave him the Tianlong scissors. It turns out..."
For a moment, Xiaoni was full of thoughts.
Yan Xi came out of Duan Nanzhou's room, harnessed the light of his sword, soared into the air, and flew into the sky. He took out a pack of cigarettes, but it was windy and couldn't light the lighter. He sighed and put the cigarette back in.
Box, thinking: "I am such a serious person outside. Why come to Jiayin Realm, there are many emotional entanglements, not to mention Duan Nanzhou, I remember that I still have several fiancées, who is the one who is here?
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Yan Xi held the cigarette case in his hand and suddenly froze. A burst of cold air came out from behind because he thought about it over and over, but he couldn't remember how many fiancées he had, who they were, and how they got married.
of marriage.
He clearly remembered that there should be such a thing, but he just couldn't remember even a few details.
"Oh no!"
"I encountered the situation that the author of the online article is most worried about, memory loss."
"I remember an old author named Toad. He kept writing and writing, and forgot that he had another book serialized. Often when he was having dinner with someone in high spirits, he would be reminded that he had stopped feeling better for several months.
With a look of panic on his face, he turned on his phone, checked the APP, and showed an incredible face, saying: Why the hell am I still writing a novel?"
Yan Xi's mind was confused for a while, and suddenly something came up. He seemed to have a book that was being serialized. He didn't seem to remember that he should update it. The last time he posted a new chapter was when he was at the level of the Breathing Technique.
Now his body and sword are integrated into one!
Yan Xi took out the cigarette again, activated Hanxia Qi, and formed a circle of fairy light clouds. Then he lit the cigarette and took a shaky puff. He wanted to calm down and think about it.
, how to explain to readers!
"Otherwise, I will update an article on the breath-taking technique of the Ten Thousand Fragrance Light Smoke Sword and give it to the readers. Is it considered a benefit?"
"What if there are readers who actually practice it?"
"It can be regarded as a reward for their hard work. They have subscribed to my novels for so many years and repay their kindness."
"Will it be blocked?"
"The Wanxiang Light Smoke Sword has nothing to do with feudal superstition, and has nothing to do with any forbidden words..."
Yan Xi smoked a cigarette and put the butt away.
At this time, the night sky was full of stars, but there was no moon. It was indescribably quiet, and there was also an indescribable evil aura.
The Xuanye sword light outside Yan Xi's body flickers on and off.
The ancestor of Tongshan held the Shenmu Palace in his hands, with a copper mountain rolling endlessly above his head, and his face was very ugly.
Nayun Sou smoked a cigarette and said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter if the dojo is gone, haven't all the disciples been brought out? Those who were captured by Fan Haigong can be replaced sooner or later."
The ancestor of Tongshan said: "I am not worried about these things."
Nayun Sou said: "Then what are you worried about?"
The ancestor of Tongshan said sadly and angrily: "Now everyone in the world knows that I have begged three families, even the nuns and the hens, and they all laugh at me because my old house is on fire. It's burning!"
"It would be fine if I could keep Copper Coconut Island, but I can't eat the nuns, and I've lost my life."
Nayun Sou added: "The birds haven't eaten either."
The ancestor of Tongshan became more confused and aggrieved as he thought about it.