Chen Xuanjun said speechlessly: "You are overthinking, that's not what I meant."
"I want to say that at your age..."
"Oh, congratulations, Tianshi Jiang is going strong."
He turned around with a forced smile and said with a messy breath: "Let's go, treat her well."
"Don't hurt her like I did and let her down."
After saying that, he took off the cloth shoes he was wearing and walked barefoot outside the store.
The smile on the corner of the mouth is touching and warm.
The fish that originally belonged to him is now living a very happy life.
It was what Chen Xuanjun wanted to see, and it seemed that he had no regrets.
Inside the store, at the top of the stairs.
The red fish eyes with a slightly bulging belly were filled with tears, and he whispered softly: "Fourth Master, let's go well."
Jiang Yuezhong returned to the counter, sat on the recliner with a long sigh, and muttered: "Actually, I'm not that stingy."
"I won't be jealous if you come out to see him off for the last time."
"Speaking of which, I have to thank him."
"If he hadn't been chasing the Lord of China wholeheartedly and doing everything possible, how would I have had the chance to win the beauty back?"
"Isn't that right?"
"Well, what do you want to eat for lunch?"
"Sour or spicy?"
...
At the same time, Kunlun.
Above the stairs, the mountain-protecting formation on the seventeenth floor of the force opened, and transparent light curtains stretched to the sky.
Thousands of inner disciples were stationed at the foot of the mountain, holding long swords and patrolling back and forth with alert eyes.
We are preparing for the battle as never before, and a murderous atmosphere pervades all directions.
The main peak hall, next to the Catastrophe Bell.
Ji Xuanqing stood with his hands behind his back, looking old.
His hair was as white as winter snow, with no trace of black to be found.
Under the sunlight, the white is dazzling.
The loose wrinkles on his face looked like paddy fields under drought, with ravines crisscrossing them.
The gentleness, calmness and calmness of the past, and the restrained sharp edge have all disappeared.
Completely gone.
There is only a sense of death and twilight as the end is approaching, and a deep sense of exhaustion revealed in his eyes.
Last night, when he was fighting for his life and suffered a backlash from heaven, if Su Xinglan hadn't forcibly intervened, there would have been no chance of him surviving.
Kunlun's life-cutting technique is originally a forbidden technique that goes against heaven, not to mention that the person being beheaded is Ji Qingji, the powerful Taoist master?
For Ji Xuanqing, he was satisfied to be alive and to see his precious disciple successfully survive the Red Luan Tribulation.
Even if his life span is less than five years, even if his cultivation level drops again.
All this is worth it.
The only thing that made him feel sad was his junior brother.
In the Thirteen Paths of Heavenly Punishment and Thunder Tribulation, in order to get rid of the inner demons caused by the Demon Sword Technique, Su Xinglan created his own "Sentient Path" and attracted the verification of Heavenly Dao in advance.
With his evil talent and extraordinary methods, he had a chance to successfully reach the 18th level of martial arts.
However, in order to help himself and Lingxi, he was forced to miss the opportunity.
Under the pressure of double thunder disasters, he didn't know whether he would live or die.
Yes, Su Xinglan is not dead.
No bodies are shattered to pieces, no souls are scattered.
But he was in a special state of unconsciousness, and his breath was as thin as a thread.
It's like the soul is wandering outside, leaving behind the half-dead body.
Healing elixirs are useless to him, and spiritual energy cannot penetrate into his body.
Ji Xuanqing tried all the treatment methods one by one and worked hard.
