Underworld Rebirth: Boss, you are dead!

Chapter 362 80 years ago!
"Can't you come up?"

Hong Shixian frowned slightly, while Mingxuan continued to drink his tea, and then sighed:

"This Qianshi Lake is like this. Whether you jump or not is up to you. If you give up, it is also reasonable, but this also means that you and I are destined, but it is fate. I will recommend you a high-grade artifact spirit, don't worry, it must be suitable..."

Pfft!
Before Mingxuan finished speaking, Hong Shixian plunged into Qianshi Lake.

Mingxuan shook his head and sighed: "Fate disappears and then arises..."

Yang Xiu snapped his fingers, and a wisp of water floated up from Qianshi Lake, flowing on the stone table, and finally condensed into ice, turning into a teacup shape:

"Senior Mingxuan, can I give you a cup of tea?"

Mingxuan picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Yang Xiu himself.

"Thank you!"

Yang Xiu drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, even the teacup melted into water and swallowed it.

For a moment, Yang Xiu's vision blurred.

"Today is April 2020, 4. Wuhan, my country, finally unblocked today, and major transportation hubs in Wuhan reopened. This means that our country has achieved a phased victory in the battle against the new crown epidemic. Thanks to everyone for the past three months. The retrogrades who went to Wuhan to support, the people of the whole country are united, and the new crown will be completely wiped out..."

Lying on the soft sofa that can evoke deep memories in my heart, watching the news broadcast on TV, looking at the various objects, decorations, technological products in this not-so-big house...

Yang Xiu left the sofa, squatted down, and opened the drawer of the coffee table.

In the drawer, there is a half-new gamepad.

Yang Xiu, who used to describe the magic circle without any deviation, now his hands are already trembling.

Grab the handle, switch the TV source, open a game at random, and start playing.

"The genius onmyoji has arrived!"

"Walnut strikes first!"

"The healing power has been restored."

"Can you help Walnut?"

Seeing that the character he controlled on TV had been beaten to a pulp by his opponent, Yang Xiu laughed and scolded:

"Your uncle, I'm playing solo row, is there anyone else who can help me?"

Don't look at Yang Xiu as a great Luo Tianxian, but playing games... he is a rookie who is also abused in the silver game!
"No, no, it must be because I haven't touched this thing for hundreds of years, so I'm new to it, yes! It must be so!"

Just as Yang Xiu was making excuses for his madness, the sound of unlocking the lock sounded.

"Xiao Yang, Ge Laozi, I brought a game with me again! Come on! I went to the vegetable market today to buy some zhe er gen, take it to wash it, and wait for Haha to make cold salad. Your old man is working overtime again today. In the evening, let's eat together, don't wait for him!" (PS: Chongqing dialect, it should be more or less like that when you read it)
Yang Xiu opened his mouth for a long time before he said:
"mom……"

However, the vision in front of him was blurred again.

In the next moment, what Yang Xiu saw was Mingxuan, Qianshi Lake, and the top of Shenming Mountain.

Yang Xiu subconsciously touched his face, which was already stained with tears.

"It seems that little friend Yang Xiu has encountered something touching. The tears are not meant to be sad."

The reason why Yang Xiu wanted to use Qianshi Lake as a teacup, and even swallowed it, was to feel the difference of Qianshi Lake.

In case there is any danger, at least we have to find a way to save Hong Shixian's life!
But he didn't expect that he got the idea first.

"Senior Mingxuan, can the water in Qianshi Lake float into an illusion?"

"Yes, Not Bad!"

Mingxuan nodded, and replied: "Thousands of lakes, experience thousands of generations with illusions, but it's not that you have to experience every moment of thousands of generations, but to experience the gains of thousands of generations, the losses of thousands of generations, the joys of thousands of generations, the joys of thousands of generations. the pain."

Yang Xiu nodded: "Everything is empty, everything is for oneself. It turns out that what Senior Mingxuan said meant this. I'm afraid Hong Shixian will have to suffer a little bit."

Mingxuan: "Huh? How?"

Yang Xiu: "The greatest pain in his life should come from love, tsk..."

Mingxuan smiled and said: "That kid really suffered."

Yang Xiu: "Seeing Senior Mingxuan smiling so much, I feel relieved, Hong Shixian will be fine."

Mingxuan smiled wryly: "Your thoughts are indeed delicate, that's right, no matter what, Hong Shixian is the pillar of the underworld, he can die in the fairy world, the devil world, or the demon world, that's his value, the responsibility he bears However, no matter what, it cannot be damaged in this Shenming Mountain!"

Yang Xiu: "Senior Mingxuan said that on purpose before, but in fact he just wanted to create a problem for Hong Shixian?"

"Exactly!"

Mingxuan raised his head, and the gentle and elegant temperament disappeared, replaced by the domineering arrogance of the king:

"I used to be in the hands of the emperor. How can it be so easy to be my master?"

"Tch, you little boy, don't be ashamed to speak out here. You used to be the emperor's talisman, so you're so braided?"

At some point, the little girl who was washing her feet by the stream appeared next to Yang Xiu.

"Hey!"

The little girl climbed onto the stone table with all her strength, patted the stone table with her little hands, and shouted:
"Where's the tea? Little Xuanzi, pour tea!"

Yang Xiu was too familiar with Mingxuan's expression.

Many cultivators who fought against Yang Xiu before had this look on their faces.

His face looks like shit!

But the strange thing is that Mingxuan didn't say a word, ready to pour tea for the little girl!

"Hey, Senior Mingxuan..."

Yang Xiu stopped Mingxuan, took out a jug of wine from the Qiankun bag, and said with a smile: "Little girl, is drinking alcohol better than tea for you?"

"Hey, you have good eyesight, kid!"

The little girl snatched the jug from Yang Xiu's hand, raised her head and poured it down.

Minors are prohibited from drinking alcohol. I am afraid that this rule cannot be put on this little girl.

Don't look at her very young image, at this age, she is probably seventy, eighty or ninety generations older than Mingxuan!
Yang Xiu: "Little girl, you can't let me call you that all the time, can you? You've already drank my wine, so tell me what you call it? What's the history?"

"My name is Tomb, the tomb of the tomb, the rest, Xiao Xuanzi, you say."

Yang Xiu laughed: "This name is really strange."

Mingxuan sighed, and said to Yang Xiu: "Little friend Yang Xiu, if you really have the ability to take Tomb'er away, it must be a blessing, and it will also help Tomb's relief."

Yang Xiu didn't answer, waiting for Mingxuan's post.

"The body of the tomb is a sword, called the tomb. She came from 80 years ago..."

Yang Xiuxiu was about to drink a couple of sips of wine and listen to the story slowly, but when he heard this sentence, he immediately sprayed:
"What? 80 years ago? Is there a magic weapon in this world that can survive for such a long time? Sigh... wait! 80 years ago, the last time in the world grave?"

Time can annihilate everything, stronger than a high-grade artifact, even if it has not experienced any battle since its birth, at most 10 years, it will lose its aura and return to heaven and earth.

And the tomb has existed for 80 years...

(End of this chapter)