Chapter 296 The Return of the Immortal

The host will not believe Zuo Zixin, whether or not, today Zuo Zixin is like a dead person in the eyes of the host.

Zuo Zixin has a plug-in, but she is not afraid of the host.

The host didn't care. The Rasha Baoguang umbrella in his hand was offered and covered on Zuo Zixin and Lan's head. The powerful inhalation made their clothes blow, screaming, and their hair fluttering, blocking their eyes.

Zuo Zixin is very experienced in the Rasha Baoguang umbrella. The last time, she could easily destroy the umbrella. I believe that this time is no exception.

Unfortunately, an exception occurred. When Zuo Zixin's moon attack, the arrow did not break the umbrella, but bounced the arrow back and shot Zuo Zixin's arm.

The pain came, which made Zuo Zixin couldn't help taking a breath. She was beaten by geese all day and was pecked by wild geese. It was really tragic.

The host couldn't help but be proud, "Zuo Zixin, do you think your bow and arrow can also destroy my Rashabao light umbrella? I told you that after I was destroyed by you last time, I specially added a few defensive formations to it. With your bow and arrow, it is a fool's dream to destroy my magic weapon.

Zuo Zixin gritted her teeth and looked at her wound, which was quite helpless.

The host is so shameless. No wonder he is not nervous about his umbrella at all. It turns out that he has a clever plan for a long time.

"Master, let me meet him." Lan turned into a human figure, broke through the shackles of the umbrella with a roar and went straight from the host. Lan's steps were a little messy, his strength did not seem to match his ability, and his forehead was still sweating. Unfortunately, Zuo Zixin has been trying to break through the Rasha Baoguang umbrella and has not noticed the change of blue at all.

When Lan was finally defeated by the host and was seriously injured, Zuo Zixin finally realized the seriousness of the matter. Blue doesn't seem to recover at all.

Otherwise, how could Lan's strength not be the host's opponent? Zuo Zixin really hated herself at this moment. If she had found out earlier, there might not have been such a thing.

For good, it's not too late to react.

Immediately, the moon arrow in Zuo Zixin's hand flew to the host. At the same time, he used the magic garden and disappeared. Zuo Zixin's arrow also slowed down the host, so Lan also escaped the fatal blow.

The host wanted to go back to trouble Zuo Zixin, but found that she had disappeared out of thin air. How can a person disappear out of thin air? Is there a small transmission array hidden in his body?

Without a goal, the host can only take back his umbrella and concentrate on dealing with Lan. Unexpectedly, the host just turned around and Zuo Zixin, who hid in the magic garden, came out again and gave him a fatal blow.

The angry host ignored his injured body and slapped his left son's life.

After that, Zuo Zixin only felt that the sharp wind blew in her ear, which made her ears hurt. She seemed to feel the breath of death, so quiet that she even heard her own gasp.

"Bang."

"Puff."

The flesh and blood rolled, and the red** made her face red. Her heart beat extremely fast, and death was approaching. She had no pain or injury, as if nothing had happened.

Finally, the quiet figure in the sky fell like a butterfly. At this moment, she seemed to see her fall under the cliff again, and the butterfly in the sky formed a memorial service.

Who can stop the butterfly from rushing to death?

Her blood froze at this moment, and the picture was fixed on the face of the person who zoomed in front of her. She couldn't control her trembling and tried her best to hide her fear.

When the butterfly fell, she suddenly felt pain, reached out to hold the fallen man and sobbed, "Why are you so stupid?" Is she the one who should be injured?

His eyes were extremely calm, the corners of his mouth were raised, and the blood made his handsome face more handsome. He really wanted to touch the face close at hand. Yes, he did the same.

As he imagined, the owner's face was so beautiful and warm, and he once dreamed for a moment. Now, he is finally satisfied.

He thought it would be okay to die like this.

Dou's tears slid through the corners of his eyes. He wiped her tears and swallowed them with blood. "Master, that's good."

The owner's tears were sweet and warmed into his heart like honey. It's good that the master cried for him. The master will always remember him. What's wrong with such a place?

In the cry, roaring anger followed. The people behind her launched another attack to catch her distraction.

Before the palm fell, there was a song of birds in the distance. The sky was half dark, and a wind blew in the darkness, overturning the host to the ground.

The dark sky returned to light at this moment. A ball bounced down from the air and fell on the woman's shoulder. It rubbed her face with its long beak, as if comforting her.

At the same time, a golden light suddenly appeared, and the Sunday fairy suddenly appeared. He waved his hand and a flame flew away, but the host in panic dodged.

The host was in a mixed mood at this time. He wanted to kill Zuo Zixin and avenge his daughter when the host was away. However, I didn't expect that Sunday Xianjun came back at this time.

All of it has been lost.

The host knew that he was not the opponent of the Sunday Fairy, but he refused to give up. Who let Zuo Zixin kill his favorite little daughter. This daughter waited for ten thousand years to get it. He was usually reluctant to scold her, but he didn't expect it to be a poisoner.

Let's not talk about this grudge, but the resentment they had ten thousand years ago are also sworn enemies. Not only that, now the mythical beast of the Sunday Fairy is obviously in danger and his life is on the line. He and the Liangzi of the Sunday Fairy have long been married and are getting deeper and deeper.

Although the host is determined, his cultivation is still not as good as that of the Sunday Fairy. Before long, he was stained with blood and embarrassed, with only breath, no breath.

When the host couldn't stand up, Sunday Xianjun finally rushed to Zuo Zixin, grabbed her shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry."

Sorry, he is late.

If he had taken a step earlier, even one minute, Lan would not be like this.

Zuo Zixin can no longer hear what Sunday Xianjun is saying. Only bad thoughts keep flying out of her mind: Lan, injured, he was injured because of me... Will he die?

Her world was dark, and the blood on her face fell on her blue body.

"Master, I can finally protect you." In my next life, I still want to meet you. He squirmed his lips weakly and didn't say the last sentence.

His body slowly became transparent, then turned into a small unicorn, and then his whole body dissipated in the clouds.

He is dead.

He disappeared.

Zuo Zixin spread out her hands in a daze without any expression. Sunday Xianjun moved his mouth and finally said nothing. After a long time, suddenly, a hatred burst out in Zuo Zixin's eyes, and then pushed away the Sunday Xianjun and went straight to the host. Her fist kept falling, causing the host, who was seriously injured, to be injured, and soon fainted.

"Kle you, kill you..."

Zuo Zixin is like a machine. She doesn't know how tired she is. She keeps repeating the same sentence and doing her best with her fist. Her eyes were stained with blood, and tears kept dripping as she moved.

Finally, her hand was caught by Sunday Xianjun, "Good boy, that's enough." The voice was very soft, like a feather wrapped around the tip of the heart, which made people tremble, and then calmed down.

"No, it's not enough." Zuo Zixin brushed his hand and roared at the Sunday Xianjun. How can it be enough to wet her face with tears? Lan died, he died, and the culprit was the host.

This man deserves to die, he deserves to die.

Her fist fell again, and she could see blood splashing in the air.

The host only has one breath left. If he is fighting, then he will only die. Sunday Xianjun grabbed her hand and dragged her away from the host. Zuo Zixin was stunned at first, and then cried and beat him on the chest.

He held her hands tightly and held her tightly in his arms. Finally, Zuo Zixin's eyes turned over and fainted in his arms.

Zuo Zixin's deep sleep has been for decades, and in decades, the fairyland has changed again. First of all, the peony son who relied on their family suddenly stayed in front of Zuo Zixin's bed one day. After saying a strange word, he rushed out of the Xianjun Mansion and never returned.

Sunday Xianjun also knew that the peony had always been suspected of being a road idiot, so he didn't care when he didn't come back. In addition, Zuo Zixin was sleeping, so it was even more impossible for him to leave Zuo Zixin.

So, one day after almost a month, Sunday Xianjun finally remembered this person and asked the reunion to look for it. Strangely, the circle searched all over the fairyland but did not find his trace, and Mr. Peony seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

This matter is not over yet, and the host's wife came to her again and said that her husband died at the junction of the demon world and the fairy world. When the host's body was found, his whole body was full of traces of being hit by his fist, which was simply terrible.

The host's wife cried that her daughter was killed by Zuo Zixin, so the host went to seek revenge. However, what she didn't expect was to say goodbye. She waited at home for ten days. At first, she thought her husband was invincible and seriously injured, but after waiting for a long time, she finally realized that something was wrong.

She searched all over the fairyland, finally found clues, and looked for clues to find the host at the junction of immortals and demons.

The host's wife determined that it was Sunday Xianjun who killed her husband, while Sunday Xianjun denied it. Because all this is the inference of the host's wife, and the immortal emperor and other superiors do not believe it, and this matter is over.

How can I know that Mrs. Dongdaojun lost her daughter and husband? She suffered from madness and went to Xianjun Mansion every day to make trouble. Day after day, year after year, without interruption.

Suddenly, one day, the fairies found that Mrs. Dong Daojun did not appear, and they did not find her for several days.

A few days later, a fairy found her body in the lake in front of the former Huazun Mansion, and her soul had long been taken away.