The Male Supporting Roles Who Are Lonely and Old All the Time

A communication talisman from He Dongchen instantly shattered Sword Master Nanshan's sense of accomplishment.

"What a lingering villain!"

Nanshan Sword Master had a gloomy face, thinking that no one had won the reward he had issued so far, his heart sank slightly, and this hidden message talisman, Nanshan Sword Master had to admit that it had some abilities, if it hadn't been for tonight, it would have kept it It might not even be found beside Luoxue.

How many such communication symbols did Luo Xue receive when he was not around in the past? Is he planning how to evacuate his spirit stone?

Thinking about it this way, Sword Master Nanshan's blood surged, and there was nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only breathe coldly.

Inside the cave, the sleeping Luoxue suddenly felt very cold, so she quickly gathered her clothes and hugged herself tightly.

After a hazy mist, Luoxue found herself in a small mountain village, wearing coarse sackcloth, squatting by the river, holding a half-wet clothes in her hand, and a basin of unwashed clothes at her feet .

She was a little confused, is this a dream?

A monk's dreams usually have deep meanings, Luoxue became serious, glanced at the clothes in his hand, and cast a spell directly to clean the clothes without bothering to wash them.

Fortunately, the spiritual power was still available in the dream, Luoxue felt a little confident.

After packing up her clothes, Luoxue stood up holding the wooden tub, and was about to follow the mysterious lead to go home, when two women dressed in the same clothes walked towards her, in coarse linen clothes, holding a wooden tub full of clothes in her hands, with her hair on her head. There is only a wooden hairpin to tie up her hair, without any decoration.

When the two saw Luoxue, they raised their smiling faces and exchanged greetings: "Luohe, have you finished washing your clothes? You're really diligent."

Luoxue paused, it turned out that she was called Luohe in her dream.

"Go back quickly, I heard your mother-in-law shouting in the room just now, don't something happen." One of them said.

Luo Xue is thoughtful, does she still have a mother-in-law? Is there still a husband?

Suddenly, Luoxue thought of Nanshan Jianzun's handsome face, quickly patted his cheek, bid farewell to the two, and followed the lead to leave.

Before he had gone far, Luo Xue, who had sharp ears and eyes, heard a change of tone between the two behind him.

"Luohe is really determined. He has gone to become a fairy, so why would he come back and marry a mortal?"

"That's right, after ten years of waiting, you're already an old lady, tsk tsk."

Luoxue frowned, a little angry, she actually met a scumbag in her dream!

Luoxue has practiced for a hundred years. Although her cultivation base is low, she has met many people, including fish and dragons, and all kinds of things. Among them, she met a monk who proudly talked about how she got a chance from a mortal and stepped into the immortal way.

Someone asked him how his old mother would be arranged. The monk didn't care, and before he left, he ordered a wife to perform filial piety for him.

Luoxue puffed her cheeks, what the hell!

At this moment, the wooden basin in his hand was not pleasing to the eye, so he threw it on the ground, and then walked towards the only blue brick compound in the village.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw a well-dressed old woman sitting in the main room, being teased by a few maids and laughing, her old teeth were about to fall out.

Seeing Luoxue coming back, the old woman withdrew her smile and glanced critically. Seeing that the clothes in her hand were gone, she immediately put on a sarcastic look and said, "Where are the clothes in your hand?"

"Throw it away." Luoxue told the truth, looking at the yard with arms folded, blue bricks and tiles, and a few maids, it seems that there is no shortage of money. On this condition, let her daughter-in-law go to the river to wash clothes by herself? It is obvious that it is deliberately torturing people.

When the old woman heard that Luoxue had thrown away her clothes, she became furious, pointed at her and cursed: "When Shan'er comes back, I'll make him divorce you!"

Luoxue was not afraid at all, and lifted several people into the sky with a spell. She put her hands on her hips and said loudly: "I don't need him to sleep, I will sleep him now! It's not just a monk, maybe after ten years of practice, he can still be a qi trainer, hot chicken!"

Luoxue stirred him up in the sky for a long time before letting him down, then he patted his buttocks and was about to leave. Just as he stepped out of the gate, a figure flew towards him.

Luoxue blinked, this is not Sword Master Nanshan! ? Although the clothes are wrong, the expression is wrong, and the face looks more immature, but this is Nanshan Sword Master.

Luo Xue greeted him with a smile, wanting to ask him why he came to her dream.

But suddenly there was a sharp pain in his chest, and blood spurted out. Luoxue looked down in disbelief at the chest where the dagger had been pierced, then raised his head bluntly, and looked at the blood-stained face on the opposite side, distorted and hideous.

Before becoming unconscious, Luoxue seemed to hear that annoying old woman shouting that Shan'er is back.

pain! !

Suddenly, Luoxue sat up sweating profusely, touched her intact chest with lingering fear, in a trance.

The fire in the cave was crackling and still flickering.

But Sword Master Nanshan, who was standing guard at the entrance of the cave, was nowhere to be seen.

Luoxue fell into deep thought.

After an unknown amount of time, there was movement at the entrance of the cave, and Luoxue turned to look, only to find that Sword Master Nanshan had come back covered in snow.

Nanshan Jianzun walked to Luoxue and sat down, took out a dagger from the storage ring and put it in Luoxue's hand, and said in a somewhat awkward tone: "Just now I saw a bird monster outside, so I went to pluck a feather for you It can be made into a dagger, which can also be used for self-defense."

Luoxue looked at the freshly baked dagger in her hand, and thought of the scene of her being stabbed through the heart again. Her blood was cold all over her body, she pulled the corner of her mouth stiffly, and only after a while did she say: "What did the bird demon do wrong?"

Sword Master Nanshan who was still waiting for Luoxue to smile with open eyes and tears of gratitude:? ? ? ?

Sure enough, has the indulgence of **** begun?

Sword Master Nanshan was expressionless.

The two had different thoughts, and the atmosphere became colder, colder than the snowy ice field outside the cave.

In a warm sea of ​​blazing flowers, He Dongchen was turning into a sword, light and sword shadow against the fist left by Venerable Liehuo before he left, babbling and chirping.

Venerable Raging Fire can say, if He Dongchen didn't crush this fist before he came back, then he would punch him.

Apart from detoxifying Qian Shanyu every day, He Dongchen just slapped his fists here.

Although he has many ways to smash his fist directly, but with Qian Shanyu's eyelids lowered, he should keep a low profile.

He Dongchen was in a good mood as he unhurriedly chopped sword energy into his fist with one sword after another.

Because he sensed that the curse that had been cast on Luoxue at the beginning had begun to activate.

What bad intentions could He Dongchen have, but every time Luoxue fell in love with Sword Master Nanshan, he would have a dream of being stabbed in the heart.

"Even if Nanshan Sword Master beat his heart and died this time, it won't work, right?" The system gloated.

He Dongchen hooked the corners of his mouth, completed today's share with one last wave, and drew his sword to the ground.

At this moment, Qian Shanyu came out of the Yihuo Building, looked into the distance and said solemnly: "Many monks have come to the sea of ​​​​flaming flowers, and they are already tentatively approaching the Fire Spirit Palace."

Among them was a cultivator who transformed himself into a god.

He Dongchen immediately said after hearing the words: "Maybe they came to look for me."

Qian Shanyu turned his head to look at him, waiting to speak. Some time ago, He Dongchen was still a small golden elixir, and he needed to search for it with great fanfare.

He Dongchen touched his nose, raised his head and sighed sadly, "I have a fellow Taoist who depends on each other for life, and was kidnapped by a high-level monk a few days ago."

Qian Shanyu frowned: "Who is it?"

"I don't know, he has white hair, his cultivation level is at least to transform into a god, and he used ice spells. By the way, he also left a storage bag." He Dongchen took out the storage bag.

Qianshanyu knew it at a glance: "Ice Yuan, Nanshan Sword Master."

She scoffed: "Isn't Sword Master Nanshan unfeeling to open up the ruthless swordsmanship? Now he's doing such a dirty thing."

After finishing speaking, Qian Shanyu looked at Junior Brother Cheap and said domineeringly: "Go, Senior Sister will take you to save people." Although her cultivation level is one level lower than that of Nanshan Sword Master, she has a life-saving talisman given by Master Li Huo on her body. If you want to be an individual, you still have confidence, and Jianzun Nanshan dare not fight her to death.

But He Dongchen shook his head: "No hurry, no hurry, my fellow Taoist hasn't earned enough yet."

Qian Shanyu paused, and then slowly typed a question mark?

He Dongchen spread his hands and explained: "Jianzun Nanshan seems to care about my fellow Taoist very much, and almost responds to every request."

"This is strange. There is nothing good in the world without a reason. Sword Master Nanshan is so condescending. I'm afraid he has a lot of schemes. Your fellow Taoist should be careful." Qian Shanyu analyzed.

A hundred years ago, she had met Nanshan Jianzun. He had a cold face, like a lifeless ice sculpture. Qian Shanyu couldn't imagine that the other party would respond to a female cultivator's request.

"That's right." He Dongchen sighed suddenly, his eyes were filled with resentment, "At the beginning, I thought that Master valued my character and wanted to accept disciples, and he was not stingy with all kinds of natural talents and earthly treasures. I didn't expect..."

It is to raise him as a cauldron.

Qian Shanyu, who accidentally lifted off the fig leaf of Venerable Raging Fire, said without changing his face: "Is it not good now, or is it that junior brother wants to be my cauldron?"