Xu Xiaoshou, who was lurking underground, was surprised.
His heart immediately jumped.
In the disappearing state, it is obviously impossible to notice everything.
But the feeling of the masked man...
"Is it an illusion?"
"No."
"uncertain."
Xu Xiaoshou suddenly remembered the time when Vigilante caught up with him, and he seemed to be following Lu Ke's famous sword Qinglinji.
It’s different!
That time, I finally got rid of the disappearing state.
Can this masked man really feel what he feels?
"Is it an illusion?" The masked man on the ground murmured, then glanced at the two people beside him who had disbelieving expressions on their faces, and added.
Then, he set his sights in the direction of the explosion.
"Old Qi, the space has been cleared. It's time to go out."
"oh."
The first point that the storyteller pays little attention to.
…
Release space?
When Xu Xiaoshou heard this, he immediately felt happy.
really!
My inference just now is correct.
This perverted man in the red dress is really an extremely cautious person.
Even the leader of the Saint Slave who met him here was still worried about sealing off the entire space.
That is to say, if I really took a step to escape from this place, I would only be destroying myself!
"Snapped."
After listening to the storyteller above snap his fingers crisply, the void seemed to shake.
Xu Xiaoshou's heart became excited.
Just sleeping and eavesdropping for such a short period of time has almost depleted his elixir storehouse.
The disappearing spell consumes too much spiritual energy.
If the storyteller does not unlock the art of space exile, Xu Xiaoshou may really explode himself.
In this current situation, there is only one way left.
"One step up..."
Drinking secretly in my heart.
But when his energy and energy were almost at their peak, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly restrained his impulse.
Because at this time, an inadvertent glance.
Information Bar……
"Being watched, passive value, +1."
"Being framed, passive value, +1."
Watching?
Xu Xiaoshou's first reaction was why someone could still look at him when he disappeared.
But the next second, his full attention was attracted by the second piece of information.
"Framed..."
Almost pressing the ground with his toes, Xu Xiaoshou could barely force himself to take a step forward.
He was dumbfounded.
Besides the Saint Slave trio, who else could be here?
So, the meaning of framing is not the same as saying...
"Ta-ta-ta."
He raised his head.
The three people above were walking past overhead, showing no signs of any strange emotion.
But in this tacit cooperation, Xu Xiaoshou used "perception" to take a closer look.
The slight curve of the storyteller's mouth...
Cenjov's hand was lightly holding the ax on his waist as if it were sparse and ordinary...
The slightly curled ring finger and little finger of the masked man...
In other words, he stretched out his sword finger!
"Nima, these three people are playing me?"
Xu Xiaoshou's heart almost jumped out of his throat.
He "perceives" and explores the distance.
The sights you see are all familiar to the White Cave landform.
Even the slightest movement of wind and grass and the dancing of gravel are so lifelike.
But at this moment, Xu Xiaoshou was extremely sure.
I am still in the ancient book space!
Reach the sky in one step.
The sky is falling!
"despair."
The three people above walked directly above Xu Xiaoshou. The masked man paused in his steps and sighed in disappointment, "I won't take the bait, this guy."
"Hehe, I haven't seen such a concealment technique in a long time, which is so exquisite that it can deceive even Dao Dao."
Cenkoufu smiled and took out a small axe, "Who could it be?"
Only the storyteller looked completely stiff.
A day ago, he would have even dared to assert that the person lurking here was at least at the Taixu level, otherwise he would not have been able to deceive his brother.
but now.
In the White Cave.
There is such a young man who has a hidden skill that even he himself cannot see through.
"Wen Ming..."
"Huh?" The masked man and Cenchofu turned their heads at the same time.
"Wen Ming."
"What do you mean?" Cenkoufu couldn't say the second half of his sentence.
"Wen Ming!"
The storyteller emphasized his tone.
This time, even the masked man understood what he meant.
"What do you mean, you have fought with him and he has a hiding technique that even you can't see through?"
"Gulu."
The storyteller swallowed.
He simply couldn't imagine how that little Wenming dared to come here if he had eaten the courage of a bear's heart or a leopard's courage.
but now……
"Um."
The storyteller nodded slightly, and Cenchofu's whole face changed color.
Can Wen Ming, who is innately cultivated, have such hiding skills?
"Not seeing you for one day is like three autumns. The ancients are sincere and I will not deceive you."
The masked man slowly stretched out his hand and patted his palms. His eyes wandered, but he couldn't tell where Wen Ming was at at all.
"Come out, stop hiding."
He was silent for a moment and then advised: "You should know that I can't hurt you, due to... various reasons."
Xu Xiaoshou clenched his fists in pain.
I know that because of Mr. Sang, you may not hurt me.
But that perverted man...
And just in case...
And if you don’t hurt me, what on earth are you trying to arrest me for...
All of this is even more heartbreaking than hurting me!
"I, Xu Xiaoshou, will never appear in front of you three even if I die." Xu Xiaoshou swore secretly.
brush.
At this moment, the three people above them all turned around and cast their gazes to the ground.
Judging from the dilation of their pupils, these three people were not staring at the ground.
But, where is your location?
Xu Xiaoshou's body tensed up.
The next second, he felt a squeezing force coming from deep underground.
Xu Xiaoshou's mind froze.
"extrusion……"
"With the disappearing technique, why is there a squeezing feeling?"
With a difficult movement of his head, Xu Xiaoshou felt like mud was being pressed into his ear canal.
This real touch made him feel like he was struck by lightning.
"I……"
Explore the sea of air.
empty.
"Fuck!"
At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou's heart was filled with thousands of mythical beasts, and his whole body almost burst open on the spot.
Just because I forgot to take another pill...
The sea of qi has bottomed out.
The disappearing technique can't be maintained anymore?
"Xiao, Wen, Ming——"
The corners of the storyteller's lips almost reached to his earlobes, and his smile became more and more wild and perverted as he called each word.
"hiss."
Xu Xiaoshou remained silent and shuddered on the spot.
"Being called, passive value, +1."
"Being frightened, passive value, +1."
"Being watched, passive value, +4."
"I'll just..."
At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou's heart was full of mixed emotions, and he simply didn't know what expression to use to express the messy emotions in his heart.
A smile emerged from the masked man's cloudy eyes.
He raised his fingers.
"boom!"
The ground was directly torn apart by the invisible sword intent, and a huge ravine about a foot wide opened on the spot.
Xu Xiaoshou felt that he was naked and exposed to three scorching gazes.
One is perverted.
One belongs to the old man.
The last one is a cripple...
"hiss!"
With the pores all over his body exploding, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly discovered a way to achieve orgasm instantly even without taking drugs.
He subconsciously tightened his clothes.
The clothes are still there.
But under the two fingers of the masked man, the fig leaf of the earth has disappeared!
"Hehe, hehe..."
The atmosphere was stagnant.
A little while...
No.
For Xu Xiaoshou, it was extremely embarrassing.
"Are you Wen Ming?"
As if he was sizing up a monster, Cenjou looked at the underground person carefully with eyes as if he were meeting for the first time.
It was as if he wanted to see through every pore of the young man's body with his gaze.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
A smile appeared in the masked man's cloudy eyes, and his ring finger and little finger slowly loosened, "If I remember correctly, for you, this is our third... um, fourth meeting?"
Four?
Xu Xiaoshou's mind was suddenly awakened.
at this point.
Now that he has been exposed, he will no longer worry about everything he was worried about when he was not exposed.
and……
"Four?"
Xu Xiaoshou's thoughts started to spin wildly.
The first time he met the masked man was at the bank of Daye Lake in Tiansang Ling Palace. At that time, he killed Feng Kong and then stabbed him in the heart with Zangku.
Well, a little bit.
The second time we met was at the back of the mountain. At a turn, he sent Tibetan suffering into the chest of the masked man.
The third meeting...
Can not remember!
"I, amnesia?"
Xu Xiaoshou felt that since the passive skill "Perception" was activated, his memory was definitely the best in the world.
Available now.
I don't know if it was because of nervousness or something else, but he couldn't remember the third meeting with the masked man at all?
Will the other party remember it wrong?
Not to the point.
That is to say, at a certain moment that I was not aware of, the masked person met me for the third time.
And, judging from what the other party said, "as far as you are concerned".
I also know about the existence of the masked man!
"More than that."
Xu Xiaoshou thought of this, and immediately shrugged, a little stiff, but also a little relieved, and said: "It should be the fifth time?"
The masked man raised his eyebrows: "If you say five, then it should be five!"
Not the fifth time!
Xu Xiaoshou understood immediately that the masked man had no intention of entangled with him on this small issue.
Judging from the other person's micro-expression, he doesn't agree with his own statement at all.
That is to say, only four times.
I did have my third encounter with the masked man.
Which time?
Two scenes flashed through Xu Xiaoshou's mind.
One is the sculptor uncle whom I met in Lingzang Pavilion before bidding farewell to Mr. Sang and leaving Tiansang Ling Palace.
Another time, the killer red dog of three sticks of incense and the sloppy uncle.
which one?
"Five times!" he said flatly again.
"Um."
The masked man smiled and nodded.
Xu Xiaoshou was about to collapse.
Not five times!
That means that out of these two times, only one was a real masked person?
My previous guess was that the sloppy uncle was the leader of the Saint Slave.
But the relationship between the Chief Saint Slave and Mr. Sang led to the sculpture man in Lingzang Pavilion who looked very similar to the sloppy uncle.
And if we only meet four times.
These two people cannot be the same person.
So, which one is the first saint slave?
No, it doesn't matter at all!
The important thing is...
Which one is the Eighth Sword Immortal?!
Xu Xiaoshou seriously doubted that the person who gave him the "Guan Sword Code" was the real leader of the Saint Slaves and the real eighth sword immortal.
But if he is.
The fact that the man from Lingzang Pavilion can appear in Lingzang Pavilion shows his relationship with Mr. Sang, and he looks so similar to the sloppy uncle, and they are not the same person...
how to explain?
And if the sloppy uncle is not a masked man, he is not the Eighth Sword Immortal either.
His "Guan Sword Code"...
And how could the Four Swordsmen be so crazy as to attack a person they have never met...
"I'm going to explode!"
Xu Xiaoshou's temples bulged, and he was about to faint.
As he was thinking about it, his eyes suddenly focused on the masked man, and Xu Xiaoshou felt as if several big rocks in his heart were shattered.
Stupid!
If the person is right in front of you, why don't you just ask directly?
"Who are you?"
Xu Xiaoshou abandoned all thoughts and got straight to the point.
The masked man didn't seem to be surprised at all why the other party asked such a wrong question, and only responded: "Holy Slave, first."
"So your surname is Shengnu, and your given name is the first one?" Xu Xiaoshou clenched his fists, a little nervous.
At this time, even the two people beside him all heard the implication of Xu Xiaoshou's words.
But something strange happened.
Storyteller and Cenqiaofu both took half a step back and looked at the masked man with expectant eyes.
The scene was quiet for several breaths.
"laugh."
The masked man chuckled softly, turning a blind eye to the burning gazes of the two people on one side. He only stared at Xu Xiaoshou and said, "Are you sure you want to ask me my name?"
"I……"
Xu Xiaoshou almost blurted out "I'm sure".
But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly couldn't say them out again.
yes!
Is it important?
Who is the first Saint Slave? Does it matter?
Even though I don't know everything, I can stay away from the center of the storm's vortex.
Now that I know everything now, I feel confused and helpless, as well as the irresistible force of external forces.
If only I knew a little more, even just a little bit...
Could this be the straw that breaks the camel's back?
In this world, there are some causes and effects, some mysteries, some indescribable things, and some people who are secretive, and they all have their reasons.
Is knowing too much really good for yourself?
Xu Xiaoshou asked himself.
"Name taboo..."
He didn't know what he was expecting.
It is a title that was deified by the world in the past.
Or will the other party blurt out a title that he has never heard in his life?
have no idea.
But just like the moment when a coin is tossed, when I am forced to make a decision, in fact, the gears of fate have already meshed.
Do you know?
Know it or not...
Is it important?
important!
But just because it was so important, Xu Xiaoshou felt that he couldn't bear it.
"Hold on."
Xu Xiaoshou covered his forehead with one hand and stretched out the other to stop the other party from continuing to speak, "Let me calm down..."
"You're scared."
The masked man was still smiling, "As an ancient sword cultivator, moving forward bravely is the right path that everyone should pursue. Now, a title has suppressed you."
"No, you are wrong."
Xu Xiaoshou denied it.
"The ancient sword cultivators who marched forward bravely, without exception, all failed, including..."
He paused, did not continue, and continued: "What the world thinks is not necessarily accurate."
"What's more, I'm not just an ancient sword cultivator."
Xu Xiaoshou said as he unclenched his fists, and the tense muscles throughout his body also relaxed.
"I am not interested at all in your title and what you saint slaves want to do."
"Even if I was accidentally involved before, it was only because Mr. Sang... your second-in-command of the Saint Slaves, got me involved without my knowledge."
"Now!"
Xu Xiaoshou became more and more excited as he spoke, but as soon as he broke his words, his momentum weakened.
"I just have a small request..."
"No." The masked man shook his head.
"Then please let me go. I'm not worthy. I can't participate in your plan...ah?" Xu Xiaoshou bowed halfway before he seemed to hear the masked man's words.
"cannot."
The two resounding words directly suppressed the young man deep underground and made him unable to stand up straight.
The screen became quiet again.
Everything is silent, leaving only the lonely sound of the world shattering, as if the unbreakable and unestablishable divine dawn is about to come.
The masked man raised his head, looked at the dying white cave world, and said: "The world is so big, but you come to me and stand beside me again and again. Isn't this fate?"
"It's destiny, where else do you want to go?"
…
PS: It’s April 1st, it’s Xiaoshou’s first anniversary, how about celebrating??