Magic Punk

In fact, I don’t really want to recall my last experience.

Last time they brought Lin Wei, a big killer, with the intention of finding the leader of the Xitian clan to talk some sense into him.

Yes, originally Xuanyi still held the principle that whoever has the bigger fist is justified.

Unexpectedly, the leader of the Xitian clan actually had the biggest fists that Xuanyi had ever seen. The sequelae was that when Xiying talked about the good-for-nothing brother, Xuanyi immediately subconsciously thought that Xiying was lying.

In a way it's a form of post-traumatic stress disorder.

Especially the combat experience of climbing stairs for who knows how many days and nights, and taking less than a second to fight is really terrible.

This time Xuanyi started to climb the stairs alone again, holding Yaoyao in his arms who was too weak to speak.

Both of them were very tired and wanted to find a place to have a good sleep.

But Xuan Yi also knew that whether it was himself or Yaoyao, if they really fell asleep like this, neither of them might wake up again.

So I can’t sleep yet.

Without Lin Wei and Ye Ya's company this time, of course there will be some loneliness, but the good news is that the ladder this time is not as long as last time.

With Yaoyao beside him, even though he didn't speak, he could still feel the girl's weak breathing and heartbeat, as well as the slightly cold body itself.

Xuanyi finally stood on that platform again.

The only difference from last time is that Xuan Yi has no thoughts or desires to defeat the opponent.

He just glanced back subconsciously.

Then I saw those people under the stairs standing there as densely as ants, as if waiting for the final result of my place.

So - is this how Xitian Clan Chief looks at the city every day?

Have they been watching like this for thirteen hundred years?

Is it really possible not to go crazy?

Xuanyi felt that he was having some random thoughts.

Then he heard a voice behind him.

The young man's voice was crisp and cold, with a hint of ascetic severity.

Turn around and let me take a look at you.

When Xuanyi heard this, he could only turn around.

He saw a young man wearing a white robe.

Her skin is as white as jade, and her hair is as red as fire.

If all this is not enough to amaze Xuanyi, then the most incredible thing that makes him tremble is that he seems to have seen this young man somewhere.

He looked to be less than twenty years old, handsome, thin, and standing there deserted. If he were in the mortal world, such a young man would definitely make countless women fascinated.

But Xuanyi knew that his name was Xitian.

And Xiying is really his sister.

You will understand the relationship between the two just by taking a look.

Because their looks are really like mirror-image twins, equally wonderful and incomparable, enough to make the world crazy.

Of course, just like Xiying made Xuanyi recognize that she was a woman at the first sight, Xitian in front of her also made Xuanyi recognize that he was a man at the first sight.

This is not nonsense, it is even very necessary.

Because this shows that the girl Xuanyi saw calling herself Xiying in the deepest part of the Nihuang Underground Palace, in the tomb where time almost stood still, was not the person pretending to be the person in front of her, because there was no need for it.

And although his appearance is young and his body remains at the age of eighteen or nineteen, his eyes are really desolate and distant. Even the eyes of the Star Lord that Xuanyi has seen are not as good as the eyes of the young man in front of him. of loneliness and desolation.

Xuanyi understood at that moment why Xitian chose not to show her true face for thousands of years.

Because few people believe that the most powerful man who shocked the whole world would actually choose to keep his appearance at that moment when he was young.

But he has truly lived for thousands of years.

One thousand three hundred years to be precise, and today is the thirteenth centenary of his birth.

You did a good job. Xitian said indifferently. At this time, the patriarch did not use his lofty and ethereal voice like a god to convey orders.

But in fact, Xuanyi's ability to get all the way to the present relied on the patriarch's instructions.

Just as Tong Xishu said, the patriarch has been watching this city.

Xuanyi lowered his head and combed Yaoyao's somewhat scattered red hair. The girl closed her eyes slightly, and just insisting on not falling asleep was the limit she could do at the moment.

I haven't done enough, I just got so far. Xuanyi said.

I didn't know why you took such care of me, but now I finally understand, since I saw your sister in the deepest part of the Nihuang Underground Palace, and then I saw you here with my own eyes.

Xuanyi wanted to say something else, because he thought of many things at this moment, but he saw Xitian stretch out a finger, put it upright in front of his lips and blew lightly.

Xuanyi was unable to speak.

I haven't spoken for a long time, and I don't like to talk that much. Xitian said quietly, So I don't plan to talk too much to you.

He stepped forward and grabbed the Yaoyao out of thin air with one hand from the arms of Xuanyi, who was standing there unable to move. The sleeping girl escaped from Xuanyi's arms, as if the milk had been extracted from the arms of a female cat. Like a cat, he opened his eyes alertly.

Then she saw Xitian's face, that face that was nearly perfect but extremely cold.

Yaoyao's eyes showed incredible emotions, and then she murmured: Is it you?

Yes, it's me. When Xitian looked at Yaoyao, there was a trace of anger on his face.

A somewhat complicated emotion appeared on the face of this young man who was as cold as ice and snow, making him less cold and aloof.

I am the one who planted the curse on you.

What, is there anything you want to say to me?

Yaoyao was placed on the ground. She could stand up straight, but she was still weak and haggard.

I want to live. Yaoyao said softly, his voice was so soft that it seemed as if his breath was like a gossamer.

But it is unprecedentedly determined.

When I knew who I was, when I knew my destiny, when I knew that so many people wanted me to die. Yaoyao looked at Xitian's face: At that time, I really wanted to die.

But someone doesn't want me to die. He wants me to live, so I have no choice but to survive.

It's really not easy for me to survive until now, and it's really painful.

But now that I'm here, please let me continue to live.

Yaoyao lowered his head and bowed deeply to Xitian.

Xitian looked at Yaoyao quietly for quite a long time.

This young man was wearing a spotless snow-white robe, with red hair flowing behind him. He did not look like a human being who belonged to this world.

Yaoyao bowed without raising his head.

You were not meant to live in this world, have you forgotten?

Xitian said.