Han Chuan pushed the door out with a cold face, and the ice clear kettle, which had turned into an ice clear lamp, floated out after him like a puppy who knew the master.
Only Xiangzi was left looking at his mask that had been pierced by the ice needles of the cold river.
It's going to take a lot of effort to fix it again, troublesome.
He casually tossed the mask aside, pursing his lips and not knowing what he was thinking.
But his eyes betrayed his mind at this time, and there was a white tea flower inserted in the azure porcelain vase by the wall, with verdant leaves and petals like snow.
Muko's gaze was glued to the white tea, and he was worried about Sumire.
This is the person he can't help but worry about except the one who fell into the rift.
Sumire, think about it, this girl has been by her side for more than 3,000 years!
Now when it matters most, he doesn't want anything to happen to her—whatever the reason.
At this end, Han Chuan walked down the secret pavilion, and the ice light disappeared from the range visible to the naked eye.
Before going to the rift, he still had some things that he couldn't let go, such as Bailian, Pixiu, and the Demon Hidden Pavilion.
When Wuxiangzi mentioned the hoarfrost, his eyes were very weird, and there was a kind of bloodthirsty fierceness.
He said that he would not do anything to the Demon Hidden Pavilion, and Hanchuan did not believe a word.
He wanted to remind them to pay attention, but now that he was a person who "betrayed" the Demon Hidden Pavilion, would they believe it?
Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt that he was stepping on something.
This voice was extremely soft, if it weren't for the fact that he was a demon with good cultivation, it would be impossible for him to hear this voice.
Han Chuan followed the sound and looked over, only to see a small paper figure stepping under the sole of his shoe.
The paper figure was trampled below the waist, leaving only half of his body and head struggling, and a pair of round hands without fingers were struggling to make his shoes bigger.
"Ahem."
Han Chuan glanced around quietly, and saw that no one noticed this, so he bent down to pick up the little paper figure and stuffed it into a wide sleeved robe.
The little one was trampled half dead by him, lying on his back in his sleeve.
It was originally a small piece of paper with no pain, but Han Chuan was a water demon and came from the Western Underworld Sea, and the cold was pressing.
Being stepped on by him will destroy the spirit on his body, and it will be similar to being injured.
Han Chuan entered the room, only then did he take out the little guy in his sleeve, carefully put it on the palm of his hand, and sent it some spiritual power.
After the little paper figure returned to its original state, he asked, "What does the white frost want to say?"
"Looking at the appearance of this paper figure and the method of possession, only the white frost who is a demon but can exorcise magic can do it.
The unique secret technique of the paper figure that only belongs to her, others can't learn it.
The little paper man stretched out his little arms and legs, and with a turn of spiritual power in his palm, the cyan flames soared, and the little paper man disappeared completely.
But the voice of the white frost suddenly appeared in his head.
"Hanchuan, you listen to me.
What kind of cold jade brand did you give, I have already pressed the bottom of the box, and there is only one Mr.
Water Demon Refiner in the Demon Hidden Pavilion of this demon.
It's you, Hankawa.
The location of the Demon Treasure Pavilion refining weapon will be reserved for you forever, and none of us will go to the Western Netherworld. ” "If you can't come back, we'll make you a mound with the Hanyu brand.
Remember, you will always be the demon of my Demon Hidden Pavilion.
So ......"
The voice paused here, and after a few breaths, it came again: "If you need help, just say it, don't die."
Got it?
” The sound of the white frost was completely gone, but it seemed to be spinning in his head.
Han Chuan looked at the little paper man's remaining ashes and curled the corners of his lips.
A bland, real, and long-lost smile slowly bloomed on his face.
The frosty water demon softened with the smile.
"I'm not going to die, never."
Hanchuan whispered softly.
It seems to be said to the group of guys in the Demon Hidden Pavilion in the East Fang, and it seems to be said to himself.
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Not only will he not die, but he will also make up for the mistakes he made in the past and bring back the original owner of the green vine skirt.
Also, resurrect the girl who has always lived in her heart.
In the years that she lost her life, because of the power of the divine soldiers, he even blocked the way to find her in the underworld.
The gods who were "executed" by the divine soldiers did not go to the Heavenly Rest Sea, nor the underworld.
Instead, he was thrown into the edge of the hidden world, and the rift that appeared for tens of thousands of years.
In addition to the third life, in addition to the twilight rift, there is also the moonlight sea inhabited by the Phantom Ying Clan, and that rift can be regarded as "stable".
Its location changes from place to place, always not far from the edge of the secluded world.
However, it is a death rift that does not contain treasures, and it is well known to the gods.
If every Heavenly Emperor catches the god of crime, even if it is just a little immortal, as long as the sin committed is enough to be a capital crime.
Then their bodies and soul elements will be thrown into the rift by the divine soldiers.
Never reincarnated.
The previous Emperor of Heaven had dealt with many gods, but the current Emperor had never dealt with anyone.
The chasm was guarded by divine soldiers, and it wouldn't be easy for people to enter—except for sinners.
But no matter how dutifully the guards are, there are always times when they are negligent.
Otherwise, the former owner of the green rattan skirt would not have fallen into the crack, and this time it would have been more than 4,000 years.
She's definitely still alive, but she's afraid it's gone......
There is also the girl who died, I don't know if I can successfully find her body and Shenyuan.
The smile on Hanchuan's face gradually faded, leaving only coldness and gloom.
He thought for a moment, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down the words he most wanted to give to the guys in the Hundred Refining and Demon Hidden Pavilion.
Although there is an ice light on the side of this rift, it is the first time to practice after all, and I don't know if it can really illuminate the way back.
If he can't come back, he is not afraid.
It's just that Pixiu's girl makes him feel at ease the most, and there are still hundreds of refinements, if he can care more about Pixiu, he can also go at ease.
Two hours later, there was a young man with his head tied to the horn standing at the door of the Demon Hidden Pavilion.
"This, it's a son named Hanchuan who gave the Demon Hidden Pavilion......
All demon's.
Just leave it to you, right?
The boy handed the brown envelope in his hand to Teng Snake.
Teng Snake took it, and before he could say anything, the young man said again: "He said that he will be able to watch it in three days."
You ......"
Before the young man finished speaking, he saw a figure rushing out of the side.
The black robe with red trim looks like a temper.
He snatched the envelope from Teng Snake's hand, and said as if he was a scoundrel while opening it: "Three days after going to him, Lao Tzu will see it now!"
” This guy who suddenly rushed out was Bai Lian, he snatched the letter and ran.
The speed was so fast that it only had time to leave an afterimage.
"Hey!
You're a demigod!
Teng Snake was angry, but it was inconvenient to chase after him.
The current Demon Treasure Pavilion has to guard against the seal, and it is inseparable from him and the replacement of the heart eye to patrol the guards.
Zhu Yan went out to buy things, and Baishuang pushed Pixiu out to accompany him, just because he was afraid that something would happen to him.
Fu Yao and Yuan Song don't run around, but when they are fine, they are obsessed with cultivation and "ignore the world".
Bai Lian couldn't lift his spirits, and the shopkeeper didn't know what was wrong recently, and he was in a daze with the green ivy skirt all day long.