040 Juechen Type 7

"Haha! Is there anything in the world that I don't know?" The magic star laughed, and the voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

Mingyue hesitated and asked, "Why did you teach my father's things?"

The magic star's eyes suddenly opened, and the blue veins on his face were exposed. He said gloomily, "Aren't you going to kill me? Then I taught you Juechen Seven, and then I'm killing you. Isn't that a good reason?

Looking at his appearance, Mingyue's face gradually cooled down and laughed, "If you don't do anything in Juechen Seven, I will be able to break you into ten thousand pieces when I learn it."

The Magic Star said, "My Magic Star is not such a villain."

Mingyue sneered and said, "You are famous for being treacherous and cunning. How can I believe you?"

"Hmm, timid, cowardly and ignorant." The magic star glanced at him and looked disdainfully: "Men, dare to do what kind of person your father is. It's really retribution, retribution!"

"You!" Mingyue hated others for saying that his father was the most in her life, and she was so angry that she couldn't speak for a moment.

The Magic Star said again, "Why, you have nothing to say when I'm in pain?" Do you still not learn this Juechen Seven Style? If you don't learn it, get out of the floating cloud hole early for me, so as not to waste my physical strength.

The cave was dark and became silent. The moon bowed its head and said nothing, and the darkness surrounded him like a quality. His five white fingers clung together tightly.

The sound of water dripping in the hole was intermittent and intermittent three times.

Finally, Mingyue raised her head and her bright eyes weakened in the dark.

The Magic Star laughed and looked very proud and said, "If you want to learn, don't kneel down and climb over."

"Puffing"

The sound of his knees falling to the ground echoed, and Mingyue knelt on his knees. The raised stone on the ground pierced his knee and dyed the dirt in front of him red.

He trembled slightly and crawled forward quickly. The friction between flesh and soil was like a humble bug in the night.

When the stone breaks the knee and hurts the heart.

Mingyue knew that from this moment on, his soul was no longer pure, more or less because of Yang Zifan, or Qinglin, the most beautiful woman in his heart, but it was more likely to be his unfaced father.

This may be selfishness, perhaps desire, or a single child's search for a father.

But he firmly believes that he is not wrong.

Because in this dark world, only the ferocious laughter in front of him will bring him some peace.

Obviously, this is a road of no return.

But the bright moon is looking forward to it so devoutly.

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When the drizzle stopped, Li Chengcheng dragged his painful body and fell into the muddy forest, but the pain on his body was not as painful as the pain in his heart.

He didn't understand why he was so sad just because of Liang Yichen's words. He didn't understand what had happened to him recently. He was always angry because of Liang Yichen's little things.

The moon-white gown has long been soaked into another color by mud. His blue eyes are wide open and he looks at the sky.

There are no stars or moon in the night sky after the rain.

"You like him." Suddenly, there was a faint sound like smoke in the silent forest.

Li Chengcheng thought the voice was an illusion and said to himself, "Like, joke, I'm a man!"

"Longyang's good, the habit of breaking sleeves, there is no need to dodge. Besides, you have known this matter in your heart for a long time. The voice answered.

The coal-colored pupils in Li Chengcheng's blue eyes contracted violently in an instant. His atrium twitched, and the sound tore all his reason.

He said in a hurry, "No, it's impossible, how can it be..."

"Nothing is impossible. All this is fate and evil."

"Who are you?" Li Chengcheng suddenly jumped up and turned into an arc of light to the direction of the sound.

There is a touch of white, like a bright moon in the night, but with the cold from the depths of the underworld. The whiteness slowly turned around, as if time had condensed.

Li Chengcheng can no longer split the sky at a glance. It is a pair of sapphire-like eyes, with light eyebrows on his eyes, which looks beautiful and more graceful. At present, there is a nose, small and upright, as if half a wheel of Xuanyue is inlaid on the snow-white skin. Under the nose, the pale red lips are slightly relaxed, revealing white teeth.

If it hadn't been painted with that eyebrow, if it hadn't had been painted with that lip, who was this person not himself? It's just a change of daughter's body.

Li Chengcheng retreated in surprise and said, "Who are you? How can you look so similar to me?"

The woman in white smiled faintly, but there seemed to be thousands of troubles entangled between her eyebrows, which made people distress for no reason: "We are predestined people." After saying that, without waiting for Li Chengcheng to react, he had transformed into the night and there was no trace of it.

Li Chengcheng stood still. He didn't know who this person was and looked so similar to him.

She said, "Longyang's good, the habit of breaking sleeves." Like a needle, it pierced all the hesitation.

I'm really like this!

"I fell in love with him."

"Cun" and fall to the ground.

Li Chengcheng slowly closed his eyes...

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Qingwei Zhenren has been restless since he heard Yuxuan's return. Huanglong Sword is a psychic sword that can talk to sword holders. Just now, it must have said, "She is back, and that evil fate is back."

Qingwei still remembers her eyes that made her soul tremble. The rain outside has stopped, but the heart of Qingwei Zhenren jumped faster and faster. Even the slightly closed eyelids and the hands that sealed the heart-clearing spell began to tremble violently.

"Ah!" He suddenly opened his eyes, and the cold sweat had soaked the Taoist robe. He quickly stood up and hurried out of the purple bamboo forest.

It's already midnight.

There was silence on the sword casting platform, and the black stone gate was tightly closed, like a huge beast mouth on the closed, which was frightening.

In front of the black stone door, it is full of rust-colored bronze tripods, which have been wet by rain for a long time. The bronze rust color is accompanied by wetness and flows to the ground and converges into a cyan pattern.

There is one person standing on this water.

His white beard fluttered under his jaw, and his eyes were mixed with a little helplessness, but Qingwei, the head of the Tianyuan faction, hurried away from the purple bamboo forest.

The night is bleak, and the wind is falling on the mountain.

I don't know how old Qingwei is. He looked down at the bronze tripod in front of him and said to himself, "Master, she came back today. What should the apprentice do?" His voice was low and weak, as if asking questions, as if he were chanting.

No one knows that this Rust Tripod has a name: Yuanding, Tianhe Town.

Regardless of the mud under his body, he knelt down with a solemn face.

On the casting platform, but seeing a glimmer of light slowly rising, he crawled to the ground. Yuanding of Tianhe Town trembled slightly and made bursts of buzzing.