Chapter 112 Coming to the East China Sea to find the source of grievance
In the Wu Clan Temple, Hou Tu fell into Ling Xiao's arms, a hint of melancholy appeared on his pale face, and said: "I know that I will never be your Taoist companion in this life, but I am content to die in your arms today. ”
Hearing this, Ling Xiao's body trembled, and goosebumps suddenly crawled all over his body.
At this time, Hou Tu came up with a beautiful face, and it seemed that it was difficult to say a word, so he said with difficulty: "Can... can you kiss me before I leave?"
Ling Xiao looked indifferent, raised his hand to pinch her chin, and turned her face away.
He took out a bottle of Bingkuole, which was made from the Three Light Divine Water. One drop could restore all vitality.
Ling Xiao unscrews the bottle cap and feeds Hou Tu
Gududu...
Hou Tu's face gradually turned rosy, and his eyes were panicked, like a frightened deer.
She herself was not injured, not to mention a sword stuck in her heart. Even if her heart was broken, she could be resurrected instantly.
This kind of little trick is just to stimulate an ambiguous atmosphere and make the person she likes feel affection for her.
How could Ling Xiao, a man of two generations, not be able to see through this little trick.
But a heart that was already hard to make waves still felt a little joyful because of this.
Brother's charm is still so perverted.
Then there was emotion.
When a woman, in order to get the love of a man, she starts to use her brain and scheming.
Being sinister or scheming, these are not important. What is important is that she has this brain, although... not much.
In Ling Xiao's view, he does not think that an upright confession represents sincerity, while Hou Tu's methods represent despicable personality.
Behavior is just behavior, not a concept that should be branded.
At this moment, Hou Tu stood on the spot intact as before, too shy to look at Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao looked at Hou Tu, smiled brightly, and said, "I hear your heart telling me that you like me very much, and I am deeply honored for this."
"You dare to take action regardless of the uncertainty of the outcome."
"To sum up, children like you will definitely achieve great things in the future!"
Hearing this, Hou Tu felt happy and suddenly raised his head to look at him, affectionately.
She was crying with joy at this moment. She didn't want to achieve anything great, she just wanted to throw herself into Ling Xiao's arms.
Now she's not an ancestral witch, just a little girl in love.
At this moment, the sunset is gradually setting, and the sky is filled with burning clouds, painting the sky with a brilliant color.
A man and a woman stood in front of the Pangu Temple, each with their own thoughts.
The overhanging eaves of the palace block the sunlight at dusk. The sky above itself is hidden in the shadow, and its lower body is illuminated by the light.
You can see the slender white hands and body, but you can't see his face clearly.
Hou Tu's whole body was bathed in light, and his pretty face like mutton-fat jade was filled with a joyful smile.
She looked up at the man standing on the stairs, shrouded in darkness at the moment, with big eyes full of expectation, and asked: "Then... can I be my Taoist companion?"
In the distant sky, a white dove and a black crow soared very close to each other.
At this moment, a slightly tired word came from Hou Tu's ears.
"The drama of love between doves and crows only appears in fairy tales."
In the distant sky, the white dove actually opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the crow in one gulp.
When Hou Tu looked up, he found that Ling Xiao had disappeared.
On the steps, a golden sunflower was lying there quietly.
That's her favorite flower.
Hou Tu's heart trembled, and he reached out to pick it up, tears falling down his cheeks uncontrollably.
After a long time, Xuan Ming arrived, looked at Hou Tu holding his legs and sobbing, and sighed.
"Stop crying! What's so good about him? If everyone is like you and thinks about love all day long, how can we, the Wu Clan, dominate the wilderness?"
Xuan Ming put his hands on his waist, his pretty face full of disdain.
Hearing this, Hou Tu stopped sobbing, looked up at Xuan Ming, and said, "Five hundred and sixty-two times."
"Huh?"
Xuan Ming was confused. Hou Tu looked at her, wiped away his tears, and said, "After my sister fell asleep last night, she called his name a total of five hundred and sixty-two times."
Xuan Ming was silent.
"Wow!"
A howl of extreme grievance tore through the sky.
Xuan Ming cried loudly, tears streaming down his face, and hugged Houtu and cried.
"I'm lovelorn! Why are you crying, sister?"
"I'm also heartbroken! Everyone else is gone! It's all your fault. It's you who said that after listening to your plan, my sisters can regain their sight in peace!"
"I was wrong! Please analyze with me quickly, why does the scene of the dove and the crow falling in love only exist in fairy tales?"
"Tsk, tsk, you, a crow in the dark, still want to fall in love with a dove with snow-white feathers?"
"That's true. What kind of person he is, he must have seen many goddesses, and I...and I am also very good! Hahaha, I still have to find a way to get him."
At this moment, the top ten ancestral witches found the two sisters holding each other's arms and crying. They immediately learned what had happened and came to comfort them one after another.
It would have been better not to comfort her, but as soon as she opened her mouth to comfort her, someone discovered the embarrassing story of the two sisters, and they became angry with shame.
Chasing after the ten great ancestral witches.
These two sisters are the only ones among the top ten ancestral witches, so they must be pampered.
For a time, the Wu Clan's territory was in turmoil.
"Brothers! Go quickly and help us find him."
"If I don't find him, I won't live."
"Okay, okay, let's go now!"
"Xuan Ming and my little sister, please calm down, we are going now."
"I guarantee that I will find him for you. I will give everything I have to make him my brother-in-law, Di Jiang."
The ten great ancestral witches walked out of the Pangu Temple with bruises on their noses and swollen faces, wanting to cry but without tears.
Then Di Jiang issued the highest decree of the witch clan and ordered everyone in the witch clan to search for the Demon God of Destiny.
The ten ancestral witches also started searching separately.
But at this time.
Ling Xiao, who left the Wu Clan, now appeared on the coast of the East China Sea.
He transformed into his true form, wearing a black robe and a high ponytail.
Take off your boots now and throw them into the sea.
Walking barefoot along the coastline, stepping on the soft gravel.
Watch the waves rolling in the sea, one wave after another.
In the distant sea, a group of seagulls circled and danced.
The fishy smell of sea water hits your face and nose.
"Where should we go to find the great grievance?"
Ling Xiao murmured.
Life can be without the love of children, but it cannot be without firewood, rice, oil and salt.
They are already past the age of falling in love. Even if they really want to talk, they have to wait until they have the strength to kill Hongjun.
Facing the vast sea, Ling Xiao was confused for a moment and shouted: "Big grudge! If you hear my affectionate call, please appear in front of me!!"
The only answer he received was the sound of the waves sweeping over him.
Just when Ling Xiao decided to visit Yuan Shi.
Suddenly, I found a person floating down from the sky in the distance.
a woman.
Wearing a blue palace dress, she is absolutely beautiful and picturesque. She is none other than Hongjun's disciple, Nuwa.
(End of chapter)