I Can’t Be a Sword God

Hiss... hiss... hiss.

This is a wide cave without light, and there are several circular stone platforms on both sides of the cave. After experiencing the darkness for an unknown amount of time, lightning began to flash on the stone platform, accompanied by crackling sounds.

call out! call out! call out! call out! call out……

After the light flickered for a while, figures in black robes began to appear on the stone platform. These figures are not entities, but they are extremely clear, and when they look at each other, there is no difference from being with each other face to face.

"Cough cough."

On the high platform in front, the crooked figure coughed twice.

All the men in black robes immediately turned around, kneeling together and shouting: "Your Majesty!"

"Stay flat..."

That figure is none other than the one who met the Golden Bodhisattva outside Longjue Ridge earlier, the so-called "King of All Times". As for whether it was his real body that was revealed, it is naturally unknown.

"I'll just say two things."

Looking down at the crowd of black robes below, the King of Ten Thousand Worlds began with a heavy tone:

"The first point is that during this special period, everyone should not gather in the real world. In the future, all contact will be carried out in this virtual world."

"yes."

A man in black robe heard the sound and nodded.

If the little Taoist priest hadn't acted cautiously yesterday and didn't rush out of the cell, I'm afraid they might not all be able to escape, and they still have lingering fears at this time.

Afterwards, the King of Ten Thousand Worlds issued an order, and the news was very tight, and they were scattered all over the world first, so as not to be caught by the little Taoist priests.

But not everyone is afraid.

A big man on the left said angrily: "If he hadn't come here while the king was away, how could he have taken Ziyuan away! This guy is really despicable. Now that the king is here, why should we be afraid? It’s better to seek revenge from him directly! With the king in charge, there is nothing to be afraid of even if you are in the top!”

"..."

The king of all ages was silent for a moment.

Then said softly: "Indeed."

After finishing speaking, he said in a vague and authentic tone: "It's just... this matter needs to be discussed in the long run."

"Is that necessary?" The big man continued angrily: "The general is willing to take the lead and rush directly into his Laoshizi Taoist temple, and kill him all, so that he can..."

"Nan Shenjiang!" Wanshiwang suddenly called him softly.

Seemingly understanding the temper of the King of Ten Thousand Worlds, the big man known as Nanshen General shuddered violently, regained consciousness immediately, closed his mouth, and bent over to obey orders.

"I know that you and General Beishen are inseparable, but... the dead are gone, don't lose your inch."

"I will be convicted at the end!"

Nan Shenjiang knelt down with a trembling voice. Although the Wanshiwang didn't have a tone of reprimand, he was already terrified.

For thousands of years, they have already understood the temperament of the king of all ages.

Joy and anger kill people in an instant.

"It's okay, you can get back on your feet." The King of Ten Thousand Years didn't seem to care, and said softly: "The friendship of thousands of years is really hard to let go, but something has happened, you can only try not to think too much about sad things, and look away. As for the matter at hand..."

"Yes!" Southern God General said with tears in his eyes, "Mo will try his best to restrain his thoughts and not think too much about the death of Northern God General."

"Okay." The King of Ten Thousand Worlds nodded, and continued: "About the person who killed Ziyuan..."

Speaking of this, his voice seemed to fluctuate a little.

"Since you can't call him by his name directly."

"I gave him a code name to avoid being spied on by him. From now on, we will call it 'the little Taoist priest who wiped out the bones of Beishen in an instant'."

"Woo..." Nan Shenjiang burst into tears with tears in his eyes.

The Zuo Tianguan next to him whispered: "General Nan, you agreed to restrain yourself...don't go too far in front of the king."

"Okay... I know..." Nan Shenjiang sobbed and held back his tears.

Seeing that Zuo Tianguan turned his head, cupped his hands, he said: "Your Majesty, regarding this 'little Taoist priest who caused Beishen to wipe out his bones and souls in an instant', I have a plan to offer."

"Woo..." Nanshen Jiang burst into tears again in a second.

The Youtian official next to him reminded: "It is the 'little Taoist priest who killed the North God in an instant', how can you tamper with the code name chosen by the king himself."

"It's the crime of a humble minister." Zuo Tianguan said, "However... Judging from the way that little Taoist priest killed people, it is impossible to kill the soul with one sword. It is guessed that the North God will destroy both the soul and soul. There's nothing wrong with that."

"Woo..."

"If you say this, the Northern God General may have fallen into the eighteenth hell and will not be reborn forever. These can be added at will, so the code name taken by the king will be meaningless." You Tian said.

"Wooooow!"

"Southern God General." Wanshiwang cast his cold gaze again, "I told you to restrain your thoughts before, but I never heard it. Everyone is discussing important matters, and you are crying here, what's the point?"

When he said that, he was obviously angry.

Nanshen Jiang was startled and frightened, but he also felt extremely wronged, holding back thousands of words in his heart, but he had no choice but to take a deep breath, swallowing all the grievances.

"Officer Zuo Tian, ​​tell me." Wanshiwang turned his gaze again.

"Although the little Taoist priest who made Beishen wipe out his bones in an instant is quite powerful, but... as long as he uses it properly, it may not be a bad thing." Zuo Tianguan said meaningfully.

"You mean... drive tigers to devour wolves?" The King of Ten Thousand Worlds immediately understood what he meant, paused, and said again: "Tell me, which tiger do you think of?"

"Shang Wang must have thought about it..." Zuo Tianguan smiled, "Is there any tiger on the northern land that is bigger than..."

"Broken Monument Mountain."

...

In Medicine King Town.

After Dulanke worked so hard and finally drank the thick soup, he wiped his mouth and smacked the taste, "Miss Fangfang, you made this soup..."

Before I finished speaking, I felt dizzy for a while...

"Still on top..."

With a plop, he fell into the grass in front of the porch.

Fangfang looked left and right, gestured not far away, and a beautiful figure walked into the attic.

"Connector..." Miss Wenxiang gritted her teeth, "I'll see where you're going this time..."

Boom.

The door was pushed open.

Wang Longqi was studying Buddhist scriptures in his room, when he looked up and saw Wenxiang girl, his hair stood on end, but he quickly took a deep breath, trying to suppress the thoughts in his heart, and let out a long mouthful of "no desire, no desire" Please beg.

"Miss Wenxiang, you are here..." He smiled like a sage.

Wenxiang stared at Wang Longqi, said: "This time...you must give me an explanation."

"I understand. I understood it the first time you saw me." Wang Longqi nodded in response.

"You understand?" Wen Xiang approached and lowered her voice, "Then why haven't you given it to me?"

hiss……

Gritting his teeth, Wang Longqi took a deep breath, quickly moved his body back to the side of the bed, trying to explain that he couldn't do it right now. But after thinking about it, how can a man say no?

Having said that, whether Miss Wenxiang will come to find me again is another matter...

After pondering for a while, he raised his eyes and said intermittently: "Of course I can give you what you want. It's just...it's really inconvenient now, some things, I can't tell you... Well, two days later, I will find you myself. When the time comes, I will naturally give you what you want, and I will give it a lot... "

Old Man Changchun's elixir will probably be refined tomorrow, and after two days, his body must have recovered.

Although it's a bit of a struggle...

But how can a man do it if he doesn't fight?

Wenxiang was a little strange, but she could only nod her head and agree: "In that case, let's wait two days later."

After all, she didn't stay long, turned and left.

It's just that when he walked by the table, he accidentally knocked off the Buddhist scriptures on it, and the book fell to the ground with a loud crash.

Wenxiang didn't think much, so she bent over to pick it up.

Looking at her clothes, Wang Longqi's heart skipped a beat, and he shouted: "Don't..."

But it's too late!

In the blink of an eye, Wen Xiang has already bent down! She was wearing a tube top gauze dress that was cool in spring, and she was already very plump, but when she leaned over at this moment, she couldn't stop the sight.

Wang Longqi chanted the Buddhist scriptures in his heart, trying to control himself to close his eyes, not to look at evil.

But I can't control it at all!

He seemed to be able to hear a bang, like the sound of his blood suddenly accelerating.

Crap……

After seventy-two prayers, I almost tremble, is it still not enough?

At this moment of life and death, Wang Longqi's hair was suddenly stirred by the sound of rustling wind.

There was an inexplicable sense of security in his heart.

The best brother is that you can trust him with your neck; the best brother is always there when you need him; the best brother is that you can always trust him to help you.

That's right, his Wang Longqi's best brother is Li Chu!

As for Dulanke, Li Chu's young apprentice, he naturally wouldn't let his uncle down.

Thinking of this, Wang Longqi closed his eyes peacefully.

Snapped!

A familiar hand knife landed fiercely on a familiar position, as natural as a tired bird returning to its nest, and as freehand as a paw Ding Jie Niu.

poof.

Qi Shao's body fell down in response.

Wenxiang looked in horror at the figure that appeared after he fell down.

An old Taoist priest with a dark face, with his eyes closed tightly, was obviously asleep, but his hand knife like a flying fairy... was still so steady and accurate.

Boom.

After beheading Wang Longqi, Lao Du also fell down. It seems that the medicinal effect of Losing Soul Powder is useful.

So what's going on?

I love a knife in my dream?

I lay down early and couldn’t fall asleep, so I got up and wrote a small chapter. I didn’t wait for tomorrow, so I posted it directly. Maybe some people who go to bed late can still read it. This is considered to be on the 24th. If you ask for leave on the 23rd, you are asking for leave.