Chapter 136
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His face was swollen and bruised. One? He looked like he was on the verge of death. He was already half dead, but at least he was still breathing.
He couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the sweat on his head. His sweat, rejoicing? He had acted quickly.
Only self-harm? With himself? This fellow? But a chance acquaintance? Even if he met with self-harm? He was quick-witted enough to save one? His life, the other party might not necessarily appreciate it. Perhaps he would bear a grudge in his heart afterward. It was better to slip away as soon as possible.
The young cultivator had a thought. He turned around, his footsteps hurried, and soon he was far away.
… …
The immortal palace was enormous. Was it connected? Winding and winding.
Shen Shu refused the Mo Clan disciple's request? Previously, he had requested to lead the way. One? Along the way? Along the way until he reached the corridor? When he reached the shadow of the corner, he suddenly stopped and leaned against the wall. Handsome? His face was buried in the shadow.
"Drip." Drops of blood bloomed on the ground.
He raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips. He lowered his head and pinched between his eyebrows, his temples throbbing.
It wasn't just the back? It was a long and narrow injury.
Self-harm? From the Heaven Ascension Stairs? He had been plotted against by the demonic soul and lost his footing in the illusory array. Even though he had won in the end, his spirit had still suffered injuries.
He felt self-harm? His spirit seemed to have cracked? A large crack. Countless negative forces overflowed from it, and? What overflowed from it was one? Some? Illusory yet realistic fragments of images.
Those? The images were fragmented and chaotic. They were incomplete and incoherent, like fragments sharply piercing into his mind.
Most of them were boundless evil and demonic thoughts. Only a very small number of images had colors, like ungrasped flowing light. One? Flashing away.
Inside and outside? That innate negative force continued to grow. The evil tendencies and desires at the bottom of his heart were aroused by this force. Just now, he had almost lost control of himself? His mood had killed someone.
He looked at himself? His own hands.
Ever since he had taken Ye Yunlan as his master, his hands had not been stained with blood.
Master didn't like the appearance of his hands being stained with blood?
"Master …"
He murmured hoarsely, looking up at the dome of the Immortal Palace, his eyes slowly turning red. Scarlet.
"Why didn't you tell me? … "
…
Floating Cloud Summit had six matches a day. Three rounds in the afternoon and three rounds in the afternoon.
Should Shen Shu participate in the martial arts competition? The second round at noon was close to noon. Ye Yunlan asked Nian 'er to take one. He brought a set of teapots and cups over and casually brewed a cup? A pot of hot tea. The tea leaves soaked in it were the "Spirit Meridian Tea" that he brought back from the Spirit Stream Cultivation Market the day before yesterday. This tea had the effect of dredging the spirit meridians and gathering Reiki. It was suitable for Shen Shu to drink after he came back from the competition.
Smoke rose in spirals, and flowers bloomed in the open-air garden.
Ye Yunlan was surrounded by a group of beauties. Her movements were calm and composed as she boiled the tea. His white clothes were indifferent to the extreme. However, one of them? When she looked over, the first thing she saw was still his cold and indifferent face.
Like a sudden stop in a garden full of spring warmth? This white plum blossom made one want to … break it.
Was this what Shen Shu saw when he came back? One? This scene.
He came closer. Ye Yunlan was holding the teapot and pouring a cup? A cup of tea. Listen? She turned her head to look at him. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes were soft. However, there was still a sense of alienation. Distant.
"You're back. Drink a cup of tea to warm yourself up. "Ye Yunlan was surprised.
Shen Shu didn't take the tea. Instead, he walked closer and leaned over the table. One? He stretched out his hand and tightly grabbed Ye Yunlan's snow-white wrist.
"Master, I? Want to ask you a question? I have a question. "Shen Shu opened his mouth.
The blood at the corner of his mouth had been wiped dry. His face was handsome. His clothes were neat, and his black hair was tied up high. Just from his appearance, one couldn't see any signs of his soul being injured.
Ye Yunlan frowned slightly. What? "Ask."
Shen Shu? "Master, do you know that I participated in the Tian Chi Mountain Discussion? Why, why? "
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