"This little bitch, I didn't expect that she has so many life-saving magic weapons."
"So what if there are more life-saving magic weapons? Are we still going to catch up with them?"
"She stole a lot of treasures from us. This time I had to torture her before killing her to repay my hatred."
A few people didn't care about Huang Huan at all, and just talked in a high-profile manner.
"Hey, who are you this little bitch?"
I heard one of them yell angrily.
Judging from Huang Hui's bone age of over a hundred years old, he is at the early or mid-stage of Nascent Soul at most.
In their opinion, Huang Fu may have a lot of life-saving magic weapons, but he is definitely no match for the encirclement and killing by a few of them.
Huang Fu lowered his head and gently put Cai Lingxi's body down.
He stood up, his eyes were like whirlpools, making people fall deeply into them once they looked at each other.
But Huang Fu was filled with killing intent at this moment, and when he looked into this man's eyes, he was already dead.
A broken sword appeared in his hand, and he used the thumb of his other hand to wipe away the uneven blood stains on his lips.
Bright red lips appeared. At this moment, Huang Fu looked like a heroic strong woman, with a murderous look.
As he wiped the blood on his lips evenly, the sky was filled with green lotuses.
call out--
Huang Fu exerted force under his feet and his figure disappeared.
As the soles of his feet exerted force, he saw the green lotus blooming.
"not good!"
These monks were shocked.
But before they could react, they saw a burst of powerful sword energy that directly overwhelmed them.
This time, it's no longer just cutting it in half or the usual way.
At this moment, these monks had not even ashes left, as if they had turned into air and were directly obliterated by the sword energy.
At this moment, Huang Fu, for some reason, felt very angry in his heart.
He returned to Cai Lingxi's side, then gritted his teeth and exerted force with his palms.
Phew~
Huang Huan took out the golden elixir from Cai Lingxi, and then used his spiritual power to make a small hole in the golden elixir.
After stringing it together, Huang Fu hung it around his waist.
He will try his best to abide by what he promised as long as there is no particularly big accident.
"I've missed an appointment once, and I won't miss it this time, senior sister."
Huang Huan thought in his heart.
Then Huang Huan bit his lower lip tightly and murmured as he was about to cry: "But I kept my promise this time, but you are dead, senior sister."
Huang Fu found a place and used magic to burn Cai Lingxi's body.
After putting her ashes in with special items, he left here immediately.
This time he left the Three Thousand Mountains and returned to the teahouse again.
"Not a small gain, right?"
Seeing it was Huang Huan, the shopkeeper smiled slightly.
Huang Huan was listless, nodded and said nothing.
"Do you still want the most expensive spiritual tea?"
the shopkeeper asked.
"I don't have many spiritual stones left, so I'll just take a normal one."
After Huang Fu finished speaking, before the shopkeeper could say anything again, he turned around and found a place to sit down.
Seeing that Huang Fu's condition was not right, the shopkeeper did not keep Huang Fu for questioning anymore, but got up and left the counter, going to the back to prepare tea.
After a while, tea was delivered to Huang Fu.
Seeing Huang Huan's listless appearance, the shopkeeper sat in front of Huang Huan.
"Why don't you go back and sit down?"
Huang Fu raised his eyes, looked at the shopkeeper and asked.
"Did something happen inside? I bought the most expensive tea from me before you did. I can give you free psychological counseling."
The shopkeeper poured the tea into his own cup skillfully.
He took a small sip and said, "Looking at your cheeks and lips, which are bloody, and you look so sad, could it be that your beloved Taoist companion died inside?"
After the shopkeeper carefully observed Huang Huan, he looked away and asked jokingly.
Huang Fu remained silent, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it in one gulp.
Although the blood on his lips had condensed, as he drank a cup of tea, some of the blood on his lips was mixed with the tea and swallowed, while some remained on the rim of the tea cup.
He wiped away the blood with his finger and just stared at the finger, wondering what he was thinking about.
"Don't worry so much. If you don't have a Taoist companion, you can find another one! There are so many women in the world. If you really don't know how to find one..."
The shopkeeper paused for a moment and continued: "Just find someone who looks almost the same as the Taoist monk you died now. Why bother yourself? Right?"
The shopkeeper smiled.
"She is not my Taoist companion."
Huang Fu shook his head.
"Oh? Interesting."
Hearing Huang Fu's explanation, the shopkeeper's eyes immediately lit up.
In his opinion, that person was not Huang Fu's Taoist monk and must be more than a friend. Otherwise, how could he leave a kiss on his lips.
Moreover, why did Huang Hui feel sad for so long?
After all, he has lived for so many years, and he has grown up from a young age. Huang Fu looks like someone who has lost something important.
"She is my senior sister."
When the shopkeeper finished speaking, Huang Fu explained.
Before the shopkeeper could ask, Huang Fu continued: "If I hadn't met Senior Sister before, I'm afraid I would have been in the wilderness for who knows how long, and I'm afraid I would be dead by now.
Senior sister, she has been a life-saving grace to me. I promised her an agreement seventy years ago, but I broke the agreement due to some things. Now I can keep my agreement with her, but she is dead.
To me, she is my biological sister, she gave me the chance to fly into the sky, but she came here and died because of my problems."
Huang Fu said in a depressed tone, his eyes red.
He thought he would never be sad for others again, but now it seems that he can't.
Perhaps as I met Ye Sheng said eighty years ago: "Even monks need friends."
After decades of experience, Huang Fu's mind has grown a lot.
Because of the death of Sister Mengmeng when he was a child, he forgot that memory.
Then the parents left, but that dream was full of confusion.
Witnessing the death of his sister Feng, he was full of hatred for Shengxian Sect.
After getting to know Ouyang Jianyuan, he felt that not all people in the world wanted to take action against him.
Now that his senior sister passed away, he once again felt the same pain as when Sister Feng passed away.
Therefore, he feels a little uncomfortable now and resents himself a little.
Perhaps life is full of confusion and contradictions.
Some things will also produce different results depending on your choices.
Huang Fu was thinking, if he had not rejected his senior sister at that time, would she not have to go to such a dangerous place?
As long as she doesn't come here, she won't die?
But he accepted her admiration at that time, what about his sister Feng?
What if Sister Feng faced this kind of problem and made the same choice as herself?
Reality is not a dream, everyone needs to experience life differently.