"Ghost King Coffin..." murmured in a low voice, burning incense to intoxicate people, changing the faces of the three people present... It smelled very peacefully. Liu Qingyi gently closed her eyes and took a breath of the fragrance...

But I never smelled the bloody smell of the purple-robed scholar in front of me... until the sarcastic sound sounded in my ears. I turned my head and saw my unscathed hand, and I had already held the ink sword at some point...

"That person is dealt with... you don't need to go there for this... it's not your favorite opponent, nor will there be a martial arts decision that you expect... Don't go..." Kujing is a meat grinder with a foreign population. It's strong and powerful. It's still a foundation in a miserable state. In a miserable state, strength is not everything. When you are not here, Kujing is not hurt... Liu Qingyi was worried that this extremely lonely guy would go to the miserable state to attract hatred everywhere...

Wuyi Shi Yin lowered his head, smelled the incense of the stove, and the clear fragrance slightly dispelled the murderous intent in his heart...

"The relationship between Sa'er and Yu'er Chengqing... Mr. Liu... Wuyi owes you a favor..." Wuyi Shiyin's expression was still gentle, and a familiar warm smile was hanging on the corner of his mouth, "Sa'er is probably causing you a lot of trouble. This time, I have punished him... Don't take some things to heart."

Maybe it's born like this... Liu Qingyi is so kind to Shi Yin, and she has some worries, but now she has too much debt and doesn't put down her body, and she doesn't feel itchy if she has too many lice. There are a lot of this...

"Shi Yin is serious... In fact, it's just a kind nature to let go. Yi Yu gave his life more gentle than his fate. In fact, Shi Yin has such a disciple, which should be enough to be relieved... Sometimes, there is no need to be too strict." Liu Qingyi tried to speak in a peaceful tone...

He didn't know what the ending of "Saying and Sorrowing" was, but he knew very well, died under the sword of Wushang, and died in Wuyi Shi Yin Bureau...

"Listen to Yu'er, do you call Sa'er merciful?" said a foolish sentence. Wuyi Shi Yin chuckled and looked at Liu Qingyi's eyes...

"Uh... this is just me joking with him... Shi Yin, don't mind..." Liu Qingyi didn't know what Shi Yin meant, but she told the truth, "Actually, it's still very interesting to be merciful, just a joke...ha..."

"But it's the same name as me." Wuyi Shi Yin nodded and said, "In short, you should be much older than him, so you can call him Sa'er... it's okay."

Are you sure you know how old I am? Liu Qingyi was asking questions, but she didn't want to continue to be so homely... "Shi Yin... I don't know if Shi Yin agrees to me just requested it."

Wuyi Shi Yin sighed silently, "Of course, agree..." This boy was so careful to me, not as good as Sa'er Yuer's return...

"But before this, can I tell me in detail, will the martial arts methods and origin of the person who hurt you? In this way, I might find a way to help you..." A trace of Liu Qingyi's incomprehensible emotions flashed in Shi Yin's eyes. Wu Qingyi, who had been silent, opened his eyes slightly, looked at Shi Yin with a doubt in his eyes.

The martial arts methods and origins of the Ghost King Coffin? I have lost my vitality and hurt my soul. Wuyi Shiyin probably can't see it... However, if you ask others, you ask and answer them, but Liu Qingyi still doesn't mind talking about this...

"The specific origin of the Ghost King Coffin is too long, and I am not very clear. I just know that this person should not be from the evil spirit of the Destruction Realm, but he is regarded as a venerable by the evil spirit of the Destruction Realm. He has martial arts and has taken all kinds of vicious ways. The most terrible thing about this person is not his martial arts. His heart is gloomy and cruel, he uses any means to achieve his goal, and he is quite wise. He is a very difficult devil. There are two demons around him, one is the spirit of the karma, the other is the head in the belly, and the three are collectively called, and the three paths of hell are judged." Liu Qingyi could only tell the Ghost King Coffin he remembered. In fact, he had only met with the Ghost King Coffin twice. The first time the Ghost King Coffin was bullied by Yin Feng, and the second time the Ghost King Coffin was made by himself.

"Wisdom? Ha!" Little disdain, Wuyi Shi Yin sucked a deep breath of agarwood, "Hell? What is the scene of hell? Brutal? There are only the most cruel people in the world, but there are no ones at the most cruel!"

"You... have lost your composure...the funny expression, although it is a little artificial..." Wushen said sarcastically, "Is it necessary to compete with others for their cruel nature?"

"Yeah!" Wuyi Shi Yin turned his head, his eyes touched Wushu. Some inexplicable emotions evoked the most confusing memories in Wushu's heart...

These two guys stared at each other... They didn't want to start arguing... But... I'm just saying, "Master Shi Yin, why are you angry at me?"

"Uh... two... cough... cough..." Liu Qingyi coughed twice, indicating that he existed...

"How is it?" Feng Wushang turned his head and looked at Liu Qingyi and said, "I want to prove that I exist?"

"Speaking so straightforwardly will offend people. This is a free gift for you. You don't have to be too grateful to me."

"Remarks without strength are always nonsense..."

"You will die in the quiet well and burn yellow paper for the rest of your life!"

"Yeah!" Press the hilt of the sword, and the eyes were damaged without any damage. "It's useless to say too much..."

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you!" Liu Qingyi turned his head, "Shi Yin...this is the case. Please ask Shi Yin to help me, and Liu Qingyi will definitely be rewarded."

Wushen snorted coldly. "Hmph! Your life is about to end, how can you repay it?"

Wuyi Shi Yin shook his head and said, "No need to do this, I will help you..."

It really doesn't cost? Liu Qingyi was surprised when she heard this. But since that's the case, don't do things that offend people. She doesn't want to be in the world, and she still has to be in the future. Besides, she doesn't like Jian Zhichu, but she has a very good impression of Murong Qing, but she doesn't want Murong Qing to have a conflict with Wuyi Shiyin...

In Liu Qingyi's opinion, Wuyi Shiyin's lethality is almost as good as Su Huanzhen...

"Since that's the case, Liu Qingyi thanked Shi Yin..."

"This matter will be later..." Wuyi Shi Yin paused slightly, and then said, "Can you talk to me about evil spirits? I am very interested in the race in the suffering state..."

Wuyi Shiyin is interested in evil spirits? It’s strange. The evil spirit and the Tower of Compassionate Light have nothing to do with each other. Is he interested in evil spirits?

However, Wuyi Shiyin agreed to help, but Liu Qingyi didn't mind telling him some of the information he knew...

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Su Xuyuan looked at the blood-seeking Mo Jian in front of her, with a hint of anger in her eyes...

So what if I don’t want to teach me sword skills? Killing people is not just about using a sword! I pressed my anger a little, and was rejected for the first time in my life. Su Xuyuan couldn’t feel too dissatisfied with Wushu. He could see that this heartless swordsman had no concern for everything around him, and only had a little human touch on the burning yellow paper, or the adoptive father and himself...

Anger only comes from the feeling of being untrustworthy...

The sound of footsteps from far to near... The person who suddenly entered the floating corridor suddenly came here... Su Xuyuan adjusted his emotions in his heart, turned around, and had a warm smile on his face.

When I look at the person, I am luxurious but handsome. I wear a purple robe, casually holding the fragrance, with a gentle smile on my face, calm and wise eyes, but also spiritual.

By the floating corridor, Wuyi Shi Yin was observing the boy in front of him... This son should be his adopted son... Sa'er Yuer returned to his thirteen or fourteen years old, but now it seems that he looks like he is seventeen or eighteen years old... As Liu Qingyi said, this son grows very quickly...

Is Su Huanzhen's son? The smile on Wuyi Shi Yin's face became softer, but in those difficult-to-see eyes, there was a chilling feeling that made Su Xuyuan strangely...

The spiritual energy grew since childhood, and he had extremely high wisdom, Su Xuyuan was always particularly sensitive to the feelings of the people around him. A feeling of indescribable tells him that the person in front of him was not trusted...

"I said, today, you have to be within ten steps of the ink sword before night. "A cold voice came, and his tone was cold, but it made Su Xuyuan feel a little calmer. "Do you still have time to pay attention to other things?"

Stained with snow, Wushu came steadily. When he reached Su Xuyuan and Wuyi Shi Yin, he waved his hand lightly, and Su Xuyuan was slapped several steps by an invisible force...

"I...is not as fond as your adoptive father! If you can't see clearly, then leave here as soon as possible!" Wushen was as cold as a piece of ice, not close to a trace of human favor...

"Xuyuan knew that he was wrong..." Su Xuyuan seemed to be used to talking in a bad mood. When he was a junior teacher Yin of Wuyi, he turned around again, concentrated all his mind, and constantly resisted the sword intent on the Mo Jian. He took a step slowly, but was pressed by the sad and depressed aura that was almost condensed into substance on the sword and took several steps back.

"Is this son young... are you too strict?" Let a young man who has not practiced for many days face a black sword that condensed almost all the sword intent of Wushang. This... is not only strict... Wuyi Shi Yin looked at Wushang, who was expressionless in front of him and said lightly, "He is your friend's adopted son, and he is also a famous person in the miserable realm... Su Huan is really a parent-child..."

Su Huanzhen! The three words Su Huanzhen seem to have magic power. When Su Xuyuan heard these three words, his mind moved for no reason. He was not focused, and he was knocked back several steps by the sword intent on the ink sword. The corners of his mouth were bleeding...

"Yeah!" When the body moved, Wushuo appeared behind Su Xuyuan in an instant, putting one hand on his shoulder to disperse the sword intent that was piercing into Su Xuyuan's body...

After stabilizing the situation of the succession, Wushen turned his head to Wuyi Shi Yin, with a cold face, but with a clear sarcastic look, "Are you venting your anger?"

Wuyi Shi Yin shook his head and smiled, walked lightly to Su Xuyuan, and tapped several key points on his body with one hand... "Your Neiyuan is really not suitable for helping others heal their wounds."

"Avoiding my problem is the gap caused by the past that makes you regretless...or will you be angry if you lose a piece that can be used?"

"The Wuyi Shiyin never regarded him as a chess piece... He is me..." The last few words, without saying that, Wuyi Shiyin looked directly at Wushen and said, "You... looked at me wrongly..."

"I didn't see any difference between him and the so-called amazement in your meaning." Wushen picked up Su Xuyuan and went deep into the corridor.

Wuyi Shi Yin shook his head and followed...

Neither of them noticed that with the sword intent in his mind, Su Xuyuan could still maintain a little consciousness. The innate physique was strong, which made Su Xuyuan not unconscious for a while. The conversations in his ears were shocked that he could not help but force his inner energy to shut up, making him seem to have fainted, and he was also unwilling to care about it.

The redemption of the Killing of the Broken Island, the amazement of the Tower of Cordial Light, the anomaly of the Burning House Buddha Prison... Liu Qingyi told him early in the morning that the origin of these people, except for the one who Killed of the Broken Island, Liu Qingyi had some reservations, but the others were all told.

The amazement of the Tower of Ci Light... Jian Zhichu... The adoptive father seemed to dislike this person, but this person was Wuyi Shiyin's nephew... Why did Wuyi Shiyin take his anger on himself? What is the relationship between the adoptive father and Jian Zhichu? The estrangement in the past... What is it... I keep recalling what Liu Qingyi said to him...

Su Xuyuan felt faintly connected something..
Chapter completed!