The president's hardcore fairy

Chapter 359 If life could be repeated...

Xiao Ruanruan had already performed a concealment technique on himself when he entered the vortex. After leaving the sea of ​​​​clouds, he jumped up and landed on a nearby century-old tree before landing.

The old tree is full of flowers, white as jade, clusters of small white pearl-like flowers, surrounded by flower stamens like butterflies, gently swaying in the wind, with a unique style.

Xiao Ruanruan was sitting on the flower tree, wearing white clothes with wide sleeves, and her posture was as relaxed as a fairy among flowers.

She shook her feet, and took advantage of the altitude to look for Si Jijing's figure.

But she checked all the people, and with her spiritual sense, she also scanned a small number of monks who used the concealment technique, but she didn't find Si Jijing.

He got the Tianhua Scarlet Firmament Sword, and it is likely that he also got the Tianhua Sect's inheritance.

Because he came out ahead of time, there were no black-and-white monks ambushing outside for the time being, so Xiao Ruanruan relaxed, picked a flower slowly, and waited for Si Jijing while playing.

Another group of monks were thrown out by the vortex, she looked over casually, and inadvertently glanced at a person, her eyes froze for a moment.

It's Meng Di.

He was covered in blood, his clothes were torn, and half of his arm was about to fall off. He could clearly see a very long and deep wound on his shoulder, and his leg was also limping.

It's a bit of potential to get out alive after making yourself so miserable.

At this moment, Meng Di was holding half of the Tang Dao on the ground with his intact hand. Just as he was about to stand up, a masked monk rushed to him and looked down at him: "You're not dead?"

Meng Di's cold sweat immediately flowed down.

He exhausted all means in the secret realm to barely get rid of this person.

Unexpectedly, I met him again as soon as I came out.

Meng Di gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up.

But he was really hurt too badly, he wobbled and couldn't stand still for a long time.

The masked monk looked at him contemptuously, with a grin on his face: "It seems that you are destined to give me the sacrificial knife hahahaha!"

Seeing this, the rest of the monks scattered to avoid it.

No one has a hard time in the secret realm, and after finally getting out, no one wants to cause an evil star for an irrelevant person.

The masked monk also knew their thoughts, that's why he was so unscrupulous. In front of everyone, he drew his knife and swung it at Meng Di.

Meng Di finished all the pills Xiao Ruanruan gave, and used up all the talismans.

Seeing the light of the knife coming, he instinctively avoided it.

But his leg was limped, and his spiritual power was exhausted. Not only could he not escape, but he was dragged down by his lame leg, staggered and fell to the ground.

The masked monk laughed loudly: "You still want to escape like this?"

Meng Di clenched his hands, closed his eyes vicissitudes of life, and greeted the scimitar that fell down.

The pictures of the past flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

If life can be repeated...

If he could do it all over again, he would definitely listen to Xiao Ruanruan's words carefully, and wait for her to go back without rushing to draw Qi into his body.

However, there are no ifs in life.

The scimitar was about to fall on his neck, when suddenly a voice as cold as night dew came from nowhere: "It's up to you?"

The masked monk was startled suddenly, and the wrist that had not touched Meng Di's skin was suddenly hit by a white streamer.

He felt as if his wrist was being cut by a knife. Under the severe pain, he let go of his hand, drew a parabola in the air, and fell into the sea of ​​sky clouds, causing water to splash everywhere.

All the monks were attracted by the sudden upheaval, and they all looked at the monk, only to find that the white streamer was just a flower the size of a pearl!
(End of this chapter)