The sun rose and set, and the day quickly came to an end. The crescent moon hung high in the sky. Xuanming sat on the branches of the giant tree that formed his own tree hole. He raised his head and looked at the moon that was the same as in the original world, silently
Staring.
Looking at this otherworldly moon, a beautiful melody flashed through my heart, and I couldn't help but sing: "There is a crescent moon in the distant night sky. Under the crescent moon is the crooked small bridge. Next to the small bridge is
A curved boat, the curved boat is the Gillian of my childhood, woo——, Gillian is rocking the boat, singing that ancient ballad... The song floats to my face with the wind, and my face is dripping with tears.
Tears, like the meandering river -" A faint feeling of homesickness lingered in Xuan Ming's heart, and two lines of clear tears flowed down Xuan Ming's cheeks.
In fact, Xuan Ming didn't know that he was not the only one crying. In the dark forest not far from Xuan Ming, two people were standing quietly. They were Bing Ling and Dao Lang who had come. At this time, Bing Ling stood there pretty,
Listening to Xuan Ming's slightly sad singing, it is completely different from the style here, but it is still so touching.
Bing Ling thought about the crescent moon like this on the day her mother passed away, and she gradually became obsessed with it, and her eyes filled with tears.
Dao Lang had no feeling at all about the singing. He just looked at Bing Ling beside him and suddenly stopped moving. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious, "Isn't she going to give up?" Thinking of this possibility, Dao Lang no longer cared about being afraid of Bing Ling.
He coughed heavily as a reminder.
Daolang's heavy cough awakened Ben Ben from his memories. He forced himself to stop the tears in his eyes, and Qingcheng's pretty face returned to its former coldness.
"Let's go." Bing Ling's slightly deep voice sounded in Dao Lang's ears, and Dao Lang immediately started to clear the way ahead.
After a while, the two of them walked outside the tree hole where Xuan Ming was, and Dao Langhu pretended to be a tiger and shouted: "Ancestor, come out, and quickly and obediently capture him."
This shout stunned Xuan Ming, who was sitting on the tree, and the sad atmosphere disappeared. Hearing this unique title, Xuan Ming almost fell down laughing, knowing that it was the knife wolf who came to seek revenge.
Then he jumped down from the tree.
The first person who caught Xuan Ming's attention was not Dao Lang, but Bing Ling, who stood quietly and pretty beside him. He had willow eyebrows and cherry mouth, a curvy figure, and fair and delicate skin. His brilliance could not be blocked in the dark night. His whole person was like a cool and elegant flower.
Like snowdrops.
Xuan Ming looked at the beautiful face in front of him, with a cold and proud temperament. This was completely different from the beauties in the original world who had not been artificially carved. Xuan Ming felt a little dizzy and his heart was beating fast.
Daolang watched Xuan Ming come down and stared directly at Bing Ling, completely ignoring himself, feeling that he had been humiliated. He immediately took a step forward, raised his finger and pointed at Xuan Ming: "You are such an ancestor, and you still dare to come out to die. Today we will help you."
The unique title of Dao Lang successfully attracted Xuan Ming's attention. He saw a somewhat wretched and handsome man arrogantly pointing at himself. From the unique title, it can be imagined that this wretched man is the one.
The sword is wolf.
Although he was a little surprised that they were all in human form, Xuan Ming would not show it stupidly. He looked at Dao Lang with a teasing tone and said: "Isn't this the Dao Lang who escaped from the battle? Why did he come to die again?"
Xuan Ming's straightforward words frightened Daolang half to death. Wasn't this his old background? He carefully looked at Bing Ling beside him, and saw that her expression did not change. He felt relieved and stared at Xuan Ming fiercely.
He said: "Don't slander me. I was temporarily avoiding you and going back to report the news. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
"Okay, Dao Lang, don't be embarrassed and stand aside." Hearing Bing Ling's voice, Dao Lang, who was jumping around, immediately shut up and stood aside.
Bing Ling took a few steps forward and stood on the opposite side. Looking at the handsome human being in front of her, she wanted to ask what the song was about, but she swallowed the words and said: "
where u from."
Xuan Ming, who was standing opposite Bing Ling, could almost smell a faint fragrance now, which made him feel relaxed and happy. He heard the beauty's question again. He straightened his clothes a little, looked pure on his face, and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha
, female donor, I came from this sky." She said and pointed at the sky with one finger.
Hearing Xuan Ming's answer, Bing Ling was very confused. Seeing that Xuan Ming didn't mean to lie, forget it, let's not pursue it. Anyway, she just asked casually.
"I heard Daolang say you are an eighth-level expert?"
This question was too broad. Xuan Ming, who was thinking about such a round question, was stunned for a moment. Then he heard the beautiful woman say that she was an eighth-level powerhouse. Eighth level? What the hell? Xuan Ming didn’t understand, so he casually said
Answered: "Well, yes."
"That's good, take the move." After saying this, Bing Ling released purple fighting energy to greet Xuan Ming.
Xuan Ming was caught off guard by this beautiful woman. He had been so kind just now, but why did the fight start in the blink of an eye?
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The true energy in the body leaked out of the body, and Xuan Ming's whole body exuded a golden color, which made Bing Ling on the opposite side a little nervous. After all, Bing Ling believed that Xuan Ming was an eighth-level saint, and in this world, the span between levels was insurmountable.
But Bing Ling's eyes changed immediately when she looked at Xuan Ming. After receiving Xuan Ming's punch, Bing Ling couldn't feel the attack power that an eighth-level saint should have at all. Instead, it was similar to the attack power of a third- and fourth-level fighter. Except for the feeling
Xuan Ming's strength is a bit surprisingly strong, but other aspects don't feel powerful.
At this time, Bing Ling thought Xuan Ming was being merciful. Bing Ling, who had a cold and strong personality, would never allow her opponent to underestimate her. She immediately stopped attacking and stared at Xuan Ming angrily.