Chapter 363: Wasnt the bloody disaster in the previous life caused by yourself!?
The female disciples all want to kill me. Chapter 363: Wasn’t the bloody disaster in the previous life caused by yourself!?
The setting sun is just drunk, lazily spreading golden glow all over the ground.
The cliffs remain unchanged and the wind howls.
Huang Fei raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at the white-haired man lying on her knees with a hint of doubt, and looked at his body carefully.
"Last hit?"
Then he seemed to understand the meaning of the word literally. He took back the jade leg that was pillowed under Su Bei's head, stood up, straightened his clothes, and said calmly:
"I can still speak, so it seems like everything will be fine."
"..."
Su Bei held the sword box behind him, breathing heavily, and looked at the woman who stood up in front of him and turned her back.
The eyes changed slightly for a while, he hesitated, and finally said:
"do you remember me?"
I still vaguely remember the sea of flowers blooming in my consciousness when I was about to fall into coma.
Huang Fei turned around and glanced at him, without answering his words, she turned around and walked away not far away.
In fact, she didn't know why when she saw the empty chest of the man in front of her, a trace of heat always rose up.
The strong wind was still howling, blowing the beautiful dress.
Looking at Concubine Huang who was gradually walking away, Su Bei bit his lip and asked:
"Hey, where are you going? What are you doing?"
The voice carried far away, and the woman paused.
"Looking for medicine."
Huang Fei answered simply:
"I'm afraid you'll die."
"..."
The sun was about to set and the sky was a little dark. Su Bei looked at the woman making medicine in front of him.
Her personality has not changed at all from when I first met her in the previous life. She is still so cold and indifferent, looking like she is far away from others.
——Suddenly, it seemed like I was back to the night I first saw her.
Su Bei thought that he was not a sentimental person, but at this moment, he felt that his nose was a little sore. He raised his head and looked at the sun that had set in the west, and whispered to himself:
"Sure enough, it's good to be alive."
Just then, a gust of wind blew by, crushing his words into pieces, and I didn't know who would listen to them.
The setting sun finally sank completely into the ground, and the sky became dark, leaving only a dim light on the horizon.
"Eat this."
While she was still dazed, she had already handed over the mud-like lake in the stone bowl, and spoke decisively without any pause in her tone.
Su Bei grimaced and took the Tuan'er Huhu in his mouth. Surprisingly, it was not as bitter as he imagined, but had a sour and sweet aroma of green plums.
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"Since you have seen the seal, you must already know what the Shoutian Clan is."
"If you awaken Gu, you will naturally shoulder the important task of completing the way of heaven."
"Gu's mission is to collect these six seals, and apart from Xuanxuan Tian, there is also one in three places: Beihai, Xihuang, and Nanman."
"The closest place to here is Nanman, we need to go..."
"..."
Huang Fei lowered her head and glanced at Su Bei. Seeing him staring at her absentmindedly, she frowned slightly:
"I'm talking to you alone."
"Are you listening?"
"Huh? Oh..."
Su Bei wiped his mouth, reacted, and looked away.
Huang Fei stopped what she was doing, her face was expressionless, she raised her hand and hit Su Bei on the head:
"This is a serious matter. How do you feel physically?"
"..."
Su Bei subconsciously moved his legs, and a sharp pain came over him. His eyes lit up. If he could at least feel the pain, it meant he was close to recovery.
He took a deep breath, and there was still a hint of green plum taste in his mouth:
"fine."
"Huang Fei, where are we?"
"I'm going to the Holy Land to find the Saint. There's a crisis in Nandu. I'm afraid there's already a fight..."
Huang Fei glanced at him indifferently, and then said:
"This is Nanli City, the holy land you mentioned. The woman next to you should have already been there."
"What's the point of going there? Your cultivation won't have any real effect."
"Have a good rest for a few days, and I will take you to Nanman Witch Gu to get a seal."
"..."
Su Bei was startled for a moment, glanced at Concubine Huang with a calm expression, then smiled and shook his head, stubbornly saying:
"I have to go, they are all still there."
"It won't be too late to deal with the Southern Barbarian witchcraft later."
"..."
Huang Fei continued to look at him. The wild grass around her was swaying in the wind, and crows were constantly chirping in the night sky.
"What if Gu Ruo insists on taking you away?"
Su Bei stared at her slightly narrowed autumn eyes, looked at her calmly, and said calmly:
"I don't want to lose you again, including you."
The autumn rain fell sparsely, and it seemed to be slightly cold due to the influence of the violent aura tens of thousands of miles away.
The woman stared at him, and he just stared at her. Three thousand green hairs fell down softly, making her face look like frost and snow, and her eyes like stars.
After a moment, she withdrew her gaze and spoke calmly:
"what ever."
After a pause, he spoke again:
"I will be waiting for you in the land of sin among the three witches."
"..."
Su Bei moved his legs again and was able to stand up. He tremblingly picked up the sword box carried behind him:
"Let's go, uh..."
It was just that he had just experienced a life-and-death robbery, and his physical weakness was far beyond his imagination. His body fell down instantly, and soon fell into a soft and fragrant atmosphere.
Su Bei raised her head, and those indifferent eyes looked at her, but her body did not avoid them.
Now standing in the rain, her clothes were not completely soaked, and her hair was stuck to her cheeks, but she did not look embarrassed at all. Instead, she had a breathtaking beauty and unusual holiness.
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There was no hint of happiness or anger in Concubine Huang's tone, but the slightly downward corners of her mouth made Su Bei's back feel a little chilly.
This woman seems angry?
"But I really can't leave..."
"Hold Gu's waist."
"How to get it?"
"..."
Su Bei put his body weight on hers, and the two of them limped toward the brightly lit city in the distance.
"By the way, can't you fly faster?"
"cannot."
"Then do you have any faster way to get us to the Holy Land as soon as possible?"
"No."
"Then how long will it take to reach the Holy Land? Just fly so slowly? Fly for a hundred years?"
"..."
"Do you simply not want me to go to the Holy Land?"
"no."
"Why do you talk so little?"
"..."
Concubine Huang turned her head and stared straight at Su Bei.
She was uncomfortable to begin with, and she had never had such contact with a man, especially with a pair of arms tightly exposing her waist, and she didn't know how to feel.
Why was he awakened by such a man? Is it really reliable for God to rely on him to save him?
"If you don't want to leave, you can die."
But as he said this, he held his hand that was gradually slipping tightly and lifted it up.
"I still want to know why you didn't hit me last time."
Su Bei suppressed the smile that was about to reach the corners of her eyes, and just stared at her face.
Huang Fei was silent for a while, and finally said:
"You can't kill someone alone."
"You can't kill anyone either."
As members of the Shoutian clan, they have been cursed since birth. If the Shoutian clan themselves have evil thoughts, the way of heaven may no longer exist. While gaining powerful power, the price will be a lifetime of bondage.
Su Bei opened his mouth, and then let out a long sigh.
My own negligence for a moment was actually forgetting this. Maybe another name for the noble Shoutian clan would be more suitable.
--Caged bird.
...
The two of them flew low in the sky and walked among the mountains and fields, attracting the attention of a group of people.
In the darkness of a bonfire, a group of monks dressed in various sect costumes spontaneously gathered together, staring directly at the two men who were flying low, like waning old men.
Since the major sects in the twenty-one states suffered a heavy blow, countless monks in the world have turned into casual cultivators overnight.
Even though many of them followed the elders in the sect and hid in secret realms or in old forests in the mountains, there were still a considerable number of monks who did not have time to keep up with the large army and thus became homeless.
Among them, the monks were all alone, and even if they died, no one would collect their bodies. Many monks gathered together for safety, so that they could take care of each other.
The twenty-one states are in such chaos right now, and the Holy Land is closed again. Even if a monk dies on the road, there is no way to verify it. Now that the situation is so severe, resources and elixirs have become the top priority.
A big man rubbed his palms, looked at the two people in the distance, and spat:
"From the Dayan Sect, based on your eyesight, what are the identities of these two people? What sect are they?"
"Flying so low, it looks like he is injured. His cultivation level must not be high."
"..."
Because of the shortage of elixirs, he suddenly had the idea of plundering in his mind.
A middle-aged man with a beard at the corner of his mouth put his hands behind his back, looked at the two people in the distance, then looked at the sword box carried behind Su Bei, and said with some uncertainty:
"She looks like the Sword Sect, but she doesn't have the Sword Sect's uniform."
"But that white-haired man looks familiar, as if I've seen him somewhere before."
"Senior Yuan Zong, what do you think?"
"..."
As he spoke, everyone's eyes turned to the middle-aged man at the top.
On the one hand, this person has the highest cultivation level and has the cultivation level in the early stage of becoming a god. On the other hand, this person is also a deacon of Yuan Zong.
No matter in terms of status, status or cultivation, he is undoubtedly the highest among this small group that has gathered temporarily!
He opened his eyes slightly, poured a sip of wine into his mouth casually, and glanced casually into the distance. However, this glance almost made him choke to death.
"Cough cough cough——"
The wine in his mouth sprayed on the face of the bearded man sitting in front.
Then his eyes widened, cold sweat broke out all over his back, and he said:
"You are crazy!
"
"That's..."
However, before the words could be finished, a dull voice came from behind everyone:
"What is that?"
"..."
Everyone's hearts stopped for a moment, and everyone turned around to look at the handsome white-haired man who suddenly appeared behind them.
Su Bei stopped, with a smile on his lips, placed the sword box on Concubine Huang, and just sat cross-legged on the ground minding his own business.
He casually snatched the wine jar from the hands of Yuan Zong's deacon and took a swig.
"This wine tastes a bit pungent."
"That Jiu Mengzi, the sixth one, will definitely not drink it."
"..."
Just now, I and Huang Fei were heading towards Nanli City. Although I was injured, my consciousness and hearing were not injured. I quickly noticed this small group of about a hundred people who had ill intentions towards me.
He had some doubts in his heart, but after careful inspection, he could tell from the auras in these people's bodies that all of them were from the authentic sect, and they were by no means comparable to those casual cultivators. But for some reason they gathered in rags.
Together.
Could it be that during the period of time when I was in Xuanxuantian, something major happened in the outside world that I didn't know about?
The monks are not stupid. They can sit here openly. This person must not be as simple as they thought. They all put on ugly smiles and said:
"I've met senior, it's nothing. I wonder where senior is going?"
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However, the elder of Yuanzong arrived in front of Su Bei in three steps and two steps at a time, knelt down with a plop, and cried bitterly:
"I, Liu Meng, the thirty-seventh deacon of Yuanzong, please ask Elder Su to save our sect!
"
"..."
After Liu Meng's words fell, everyone's expressions were stunned for a moment, and then their brains were running rapidly. They looked at the marked sword box again, and they suddenly woke up.
Elder Su?
Can Elder Su, who has white hair and white clothes and a sword box in his hand, find another person in the world?
It’s Elder Su from the Sword Sect!
"hiss--"
Su Bei looked at the person kneeling in front of him with a strange expression, and frowned slightly.
Yuan Zong?
Did even Yuan Zong end up like this? This matter is probably beyond his scope of knowledge.
It seemed that they were awakened by Liu Meng's words. In an instant, everyone knelt down facing the direction of Su Bei and begged one by one:
"Peach Blossom Sect, Yan San, please ask Elder Su to save the disciples of our sect..."
"Dayan Sect smiled harshly and begged Elder Su on his knees..."
"..."
The darkness was filled with all kinds of sounds. Su Bei sighed and said:
"Find a representative to come out and tell me carefully what happened in the twenty-one states in the past few days."
"..."
The monks from the sect looked at each other, and they all saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.
Elder Su actually doesn’t know about the twenty-one states?
Finally Liu Meng raised his head, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and said slowly:
"Elder Su, just yesterday, not even one of the sects in the entire twenty-one states was alive. Suddenly, many men in black appeared out of nowhere and colluded with the elders of each sect...
..”
"Nowadays, I'm afraid there aren't many sects that are still safe and sound."
"Most of the monks died in their sleep!
"
"..."
Su Bei's penis shrank instantly, and there were many thoughts in his mind.
Blood disaster?
How is this possible? Wasn’t the bloody disaster in the previous life caused by oneself?