"Don't cry. After I leave... remember to take good care of myself..."

Mu Su didn't care what the evil demons were thinking about outside the domain, turned around and stared at her, and started acting on his own.

The strength of the body is passing, his eyes are filled with affection and reluctance, and a trace of blood appears on the corner of his mouth. Mu Su smiled bitterly: "Don't always hide in the hall, go out for a walk more... Don't stay up late, your skin will become cough cough cough cough cough..."

Mu Su hunched over the rope, and with a violent cough, blood foam and internal organ fragments were spit out of his mouth, and he slowly fell to the ground.

"If you meet a cough cough cough cough cough... if you meet someone you love, forget me... I am happy to see you..."

Mu Su's lips squirmed, and in the end he couldn't say anything. His vision gradually blurred, and his body gradually became cold...

He stretched out his hand weakly, slowly raised it, and touched the chest of the dazed extraterrestrial demon...

thump

Mu Su's body fell weakly and lay in the cold and silent hall under the feet of the evil demons outside the territory.

Her face was close to the hall, her eyes were half open, her fingers were trembling weakly, and she borrowed blood from the ground and wrote a few words...

Smack

The fingers were weak, and a pool of blood scattered from Mu Su, and then there was no sound.

The red eyes were a bit complicated and inexplicable, looking at the words.

【The murderer is…】

How much does he want to play this meme???

...

Mu Su's vision darkened, and about half a minute later, the picture lit up again.

Above a vast snow-capped mountain.

White fog covers the fields, and snowflakes fall slowly.

On the top of the mountains, a snow peak goes straight into the clouds and stands out from the clouds.

There is an ice palace on the top of the peak. The sunlight reflects crystal clear, as if it is like the clouds in the sky.

The real ending animation finally appears, Mu Su only regrets that there is no popcorn and coke here.

The hall was empty, but there was a misty ice bed in the middle. A woman in white clothes was better than snow. She sat cross-legged on the ice bed with her slender hands in her dantian and her hands were just sealed.

This scene lasted for a long time, and the woman suddenly trembled slightly and opened her long eyes of autumn water.

Her mouth was slightly opened, and an ice bead was spit out of her mouth, floating and circling in front of her.

For some reason, a crack appeared on the body of the ice bead, followed by a soft crack, and the crack spread to the surrounding area. In the blink of an eye, the entire ice bead was covered with.

Smack

There were so many cracks that could not be produced, and suddenly burst into a cloud of crystal white mist.

The woman's beautiful face suddenly became miserable and her long eyes were staring at the vast snowy scene outside the hall.

"Lin Zhan..."

...

Xianling Taizong, teaching venue.

On the white jade platform, the Nascent Soul Ancestor is teaching and explaining practice.

Hundreds of cushions were filled with seats in the audience, and the disciples either listened carefully, were immersed in it, or practiced according to their teachings.

There is one exception.

Lin Qing'er held her cheek with her hands and stared at the highest main peak of Xianyuan Taizong. She didn't know what she thought of, but a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her lips, and she couldn't dissipate...

...

Xianling Taizong, outer disciple area.

In the cave, Master Song An tied the Qiankun bag around his waist.

Her whole body was covered with a wide robe, and only a pair of cold and sharp pupils as vicious as a snake emerged from the robe.

When I thought of the man, my pale lips under my hood couldn't help biting it.

That stinky guy... he disappeared after taking advantage of it.

"You can't run away."

With a low voice, Master Song An left the cave and walked down the mountain.

When the disciples saw her, they all avoided her, for fear of slowing down their movements.

No one saw it, the cold and sharp texture had already melted quietly.

...

The moon god orchid dissipates a faint purple feeling.

A few feet away, it was still pitch black.

In the darkness, a figure appeared and disappeared.

"Why..." Suddenly, a sound rang out.

Then there was the sound of water droplets falling to the ground.

"Why can I slaughter this world, making hundreds of millions of human races tremble. The fairy world dare not be above the top... But why... I can't even save a single person..."

After the four animations were played, the vision dimmed again, and then there was an extra-long, extra-long darkness.

[Lin family, a remote courtyard.]

The narration that had never appeared finally rang in my ears. At the same time, the picture lit up and appeared in a familiar courtyard.

An ancient tree grows in the courtyard. The bright sunshine shines down through the shade.

Between the light spots of the lawn, a handsome wool-haired boy, 15 or 16 years old, was lying there, and a slight snoring sound came from the boy's mouth.

"It's really right that you call this name. Lin Zhan is just a cultivator. He only knows how to practice with me, and he has the elm head." The girl's crisp voice sounded, and after that, she kicked her a few unwillingly. Seeing that the latter was really asleep, she turned around and walked away helplessly.

When she arrived at the gate of the courtyard, the girl turned around, her toes were lighter, and she fell behind the tree to hide.

The girl in purple hid for a while, and the young man's sword eyebrows suddenly frowned, his eyelids blinked rapidly, as if he was in a nightmare.

"ah!"

Soon, the boy shouted suddenly, sat up from under the tree, panting rapidly like a fish on the verge of drowning, cold sweat ejaculated, black eyes shrank to the size of a needle, and his heart almost jumped out of his mouth, as if he encountered something terrible.

Reassuring his mood slightly, Lin Zhansheng defeated his hands, looked at himself, and murmured: "I... am still alive..."

"What?" At the same time, Mu Su, who was watching the cutscene, was stunned and thought to himself.

It was clearly a cool day, Lin Zhan, who was covered in cold sweat as if he was caught from the water, seemed to be unknown, and was still muttering to himself: "Is everything before a dream... or a real one? How could there be such a real dream..."

"Will you wake up so soon?" A delicate voice came from beside you. When you heard this sound, Lin Zhan was shocked, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he was stunned when he saw the familiar cheek.

"...What's wrong with you?" Lin Qing'er looked at his cold sweat and looked wrong, and she couldn't help but frowned slightly and asked worriedly.

Lin Zhan breathed out a breath of turbid air to calm his heartbeat. Just as he was about to answer nothing, he suddenly felt aroused his heart and asked, "There is a martial art called Qingming Jiuzhu in the Lin family's Wuji Pavilion."

"It's true." Lin Qing'er asked in confusion: "Where did you know?"

Mu Su's mind was filled with huge waves. Could it be that everything in his dream is true...!?

At this moment, a stern voice suddenly rang out.

"Qing'er, didn't you tell you not to come here!"

A middle-aged man walked into the yard and looked at Lin Qing'er with frowns. A handsome young man stood beside him, but his temperament was a little feminine.

A conversation full of déjà. In the end, Lin Qing'er turned around and left with Lin Zhan and Lin Ao in one step.

After they left, Mu Su's perspective was like wandering his soul and returning to his body, quickly pouring into the back of his head. The next moment, Mu Su regained consciousness.

Almost at the same time, Mu Su clenched his fists and shouted to the sky like an explosion of mentality!

"This is fucking good!!!"
Chapter completed!