A golden light fell from the sky at the right time and fell on Sima Xian.
I don't know which powerful priest paid attention to the situation and gave him very effective treatment.
The female magician gritted her teeth and looked at the bald man in front of her, and after a while, she suddenly grabbed Sima Xian's neck and kissed him fiercely.
This came too suddenly, coupled with the weakness of Sima Xian's body, he didn't dodge and was kissed.
At this moment, what Sima Xian thought of was: What can I do with my little white flower This kiss came and went quickly, the female magician suddenly raised her head and said domineeringly: "I don't care if you are a little white flower or not, the old lady will follow you, you can't do it." ” "But I already have a place in my heart," Sima Xian said righteously.
The female magician snorted disdainfully, "The old lady only needs yours, and she doesn't want your heart." ” "Me" Sima Xian simply stopped talking, because he didn't know what to say, this woman was fierce, and a man couldn't compare to him in any way.
In fact, he was rough on the outside, but he was very delicate on the inside, and he could feel some of the thoughts in the heart of the sorceress.
Beneath her fierce exterior, there is actually a tremor in her heart and a fear of war.
She just wants to be able to find a real place to rely on.
This dog's day war, dog's day holy war Looking at Sima Xian's eyes, the female magician gradually quieted down, leaned beside him, and whispered, "I'm sorry." ” Sima Xian raised his hand and put his arm around her shoulder, "It's okay, it's you who suffers."
What will pass, will pass. ” The female magician's eyes moistened a little, she suddenly raised her head, looked at him, and said, "If your little white flower doesn't want you anymore, I'll be honest with you."
At the very least, you're a strong man. ” Sima Xian didn't say anything, the light in his hand flashed, and several sheepskin scrolls appeared in his grasp.
His gaze became softened.
The sorceress stopped talking, and when she saw Sima Xian's eyes staring at the sheepskin scroll, she knew that she couldn't squeeze into this man's heart.
Sima Xian cautiously opened the sheepskin scrolls one by one and looked at them.
There are four sheepskin scrolls, each of which is very well preserved and not damaged in the slightest.
The first letter: "Bastard, you know that I don't want you to call me Little White Flower, and you still call me that."
I hate you, I hate you dead bald head.
However, if you dare to die on the front line, I will hate you forever.
You've got to get me back alive.
No matter how long.
Also, write me back.
If you don't receive your next letter within three months, my wife will marry immediately, and you will die without peace. ” Sima Xian still clearly remembers the feeling of mixed feelings when he saw this first letter.
She wrote me back, and she let me go back alive.
She said she would marry without seeing my letter.
She cared about me, and he didn't even know what a great motivation and courage this letter had given him at the time.
But what he could be sure of was that if it weren't for the four sheepskin scrolls in his hand, he would definitely not be able to break through the seventh order so smoothly.
The second letter: "To live is to have hope." ” Yes, the second letter is such a simple sentence, because Sima Xian's reply to his little white flower at that time was written, you care about me so much, do you like me, then do I have a chance The third letter: "Do you think I'm fierce, if you're not afraid that I will beat you and scold you, when the holy war is over, bring food to see me."
If you had to choose between me and your demon hunting group, who would you choose?"
When he received the third letter, Sima Xian struggled for a long time, and his original good mood was replaced by irritability.
During that time, he behaved extremely violently on the battlefield.
In his reply to Feng Ling'er, he only wrote three simple words: Demon Hunting Group.
Yes, he likes Feng Ling'er, it was love at first sight, and even some hopelessly liked, but this liking couldn't shake his faith.
Feng Ling'er's fourth letter came quickly, the last one so far, "I found that I really started to like you, because I like men who have persistence, train your muscles to be stronger, don't mess with flowers and grass everywhere, maybe, in a few days, I will go to see you."
As long as you're alive, I'll give you a chance."
Exorcism, the Assassin's Temple.
"Ding."
The dexterous figure twisted in the air and fell to the ground, but when it landed on the ground, its feet were not very stable, and after stumbling a few steps in succession, it barely stood firm.
The huge scythe in his hand swept out, but the target was a void in front of him.
"Ding" was another crisp sound, but this time the sound was longer, Cai'er's whole body shook violently, the sickle in her hand was already flying out of her hand, and she herself was also staggering, sitting on the ground.
A cold light silently appeared in front of her, pointing at her throat, making her skin tremble slightly.
The cold light converged, and the old man's voice sounded, "Very good, you can hold on to my attack for half an hour, until your spiritual power is exhausted, you can't continue to resist, and among the seventh order, your combat skills have already surpassed the Assassin Temple." ” Cai'er stood up with her hands on the ground, her forehead was already full of fragrant sweat, and she said to Shengyue a little coquettishly: "Great ancestor, you are too serious."
I'm exhausted.
As she spoke, she picked up the giant scythe that had fallen beside her.
It was clearly not her Death Scythe, but was made of metal of the same size.
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After all, in the process of harnessing the Death Scythe, Cai'er is likely to be unable to control it.
Sheng Yue sighed and shook her head.
Cai'er looked at him suspiciously, and said, "Great-ancestor, what's wrong with you, didn't you just praise me for learning fast and my skills are good?"
Sheng Yue smiled slightly, walked up to her, and touched her head, "Your current strength is very good.
But you're missing one thing an Assassin should have. ” "What is it?"
"Murderous."
Cai'er was stunned for a moment and said, "Then how can I practice murderous energy?"
Sheng Yue said: "The murderous aura of the assassin is in his bones, and he has cultivated it since childhood.
You have lost your previous memories and your original killing intent.
In the course of battle, when the assassin is the strongest, he instantly bursts out of the silence with his strongest murderous aura, and uses it in his attack skills to inflict a heavy blow on the enemy with one hit. ” Cai'er stomped her feet, "It's not too late for that person to cultivate now, but you won't let me join the battlefield, don't kill the enemy, how can you cultivate murderous energy?"
Sheng Yue's eyes revealed a trace of contradictory figure, sighed lightly, and said, "I can't bear it, at the beginning, when you were still very young, I sent you to the sword of reincarnation to practice."
At that time, I was ruthless, ignoring your parents' pleas.
However, time has passed, and although you have lost your murderous aura with amnesia this time, you have also regained your innocence and happiness.
Great-Ancestor really can't bear to let you go back to what you used to be.
It would be nice if there was no war, and I hope you can be happy like this forever. ” Cai'er's eyes widened, and she said, "But, didn't you say that I am a reincarnation saint, and I have to shoulder the mission of a reincarnation saint, and besides, I have to help Haochen for a year, and he doesn't know to come to see me, really." ” Sheng Yue smiled slightly and said, "Silly girl."
He can't be blamed for that.
Haochen, this child, has a lot more responsibility on his shoulders than you.
The pressure on his back was even greater.
If you want him to be good, then you have to be his good helper in the future.
I believe that as long as you are given enough time, with your talent, you will be able to lead our alliance army to counterattack the demons in the near future. ” Cai'er's eyes dimmed, it had been a year, and she didn't know how many times she had tried, hoping to recover her memory.
But it backfired, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't remember, and she couldn't even look for traces of memory.
The Exorcism Pass was her home, and after returning here, the hesitation in her heart gradually disappeared under the concern of her great-grandparents and parents.
Facts have proved that it is most correct for her to stay here, except that she can't see Long Haochen, she has lived a full and happy year.
Not only has all the previous strength been restored, but the cultivation has made great progress, and the inner spiritual power has exceeded 20,000, and it has advanced straight to the eighth order.
"Great-grandfather, let's come again.
Even if I don't have enough murderous energy, as long as my strength is enough, it's the same.
Moreover, the murderous problem can be compensated by my Death Scythe, and every time I hold the Death Scythe, I feel like a different person, and all my fears will disappear naturally. ” Sheng Yue nodded silently, "Don't worry, you recover your spiritual power first."
Cai'er, soon, I'm afraid you're really going to battle, and your great-grandfather will follow you.
Are you willing, if you don't want to, great-grandfather won't force you.
But if you want to help Long Haochen in the future, then this is your only option. ” Cai'er said without hesitation: "Great-ancestor, I am willing, I want to help him." ” Sheng Yue touched her head again, her heart full of pity.
His heart was a little confused, as if he was even more uncomfortable than when Cai'er was extremely indifferent to him.
Knights' Temple.
Royal Dragon Pass.
The golden light shone, Long Haochen stepped out, and the illusory light around him all converged, and finally returned to the real world.
Finally came out of the phantom hole, and even he didn't know how long it had been since he entered the phantom cave.
But when he returned to the real world again, he had a feeling of refreshment, and the whole person seemed to be reborn.
Soft light elementals pulsed happily around his body.
Long Haochen has indeed changed a lot, he has grown a lot taller, and his shoulders have become broader.
But it is not that exaggerated robustness, and the whole person gives people a very soft and harmonious feeling.
Whether it is the lines of the face or the muscles of the body, it seems to be made by heaven and earth.
To be continued: