Ji Yue, Yun Zheng, Mu Yinyin and others, and even Di Rou and Jiang Nien, appeared one after another, and everyone looked like they had died tragically.

The green lotus karma fire suddenly rose up, and soon shrank again, turning into a blue double-petaled lotus, which was reflected in Liu Qinghuan's complicated and painful eyes.

The monster he had been holding in his hands seemed to finally be afraid. His big mung bean eyes looked at Qinglian who was getting closer and closer with fear, and he struggled desperately in panic.

After a while, the forest returned to a dead silence.

Liu Qinghuan took a few steps back dejectedly and leaned against a cedar tree.

When did he worry so much...

Xuemei is just a kind of spirit that can see through people's hearts. He was shocked that he would lose control the moment he suddenly saw the illusion.

If what he was facing now was not the Xue Mei and the mountain sprite with little attack power, but the powerful Jindan or Nascent Soul cultivator, then that short moment would be enough for him to die without his body intact.

He raised his hand, and there was a thin mark on his hand that was recovering rapidly. It was caused by grabbing Bing Feng directly in anger.

Liu Qinghuan was confident that he would not be fascinated by any illusions when he was prepared, but when he was caught off guard and faced with the remains of his master, he saw the flaw in his heart.

He was a helpless beggar back then, and now, although he has become a powerful golden elixir monk, he has been yearning for warmth, and he has slowly gained this warmth.

Master, friend, apprentice, even beauty...

He has these, but at the same time he also has all kinds of cares, worries, responsibilities, and can't help himself.

For a person, these are the most common, but what about a monk?

Dispersing all the worldly connections, having no desires or pursuits? Unmoved by all kinds of delusions?

He had a hunch that if he couldn't get through this level, he might never be able to conceive a baby.

Liu Qinghuan rubbed his face and felt that his originally peaceful mood was suddenly disturbed. He smiled bitterly. It seemed that the blood moon also had a great influence on the monks.

No longer in the mood to investigate the robbery path, he turned around and turned into a wisp of breeze and ran towards the Valley of Good Burial. Today I communicated with another author friend and I had a lot of emotions. He also wrote a book about mortals before.

, the book was quite good, better than mine, but my grades kept failing, and I really couldn’t persevere, so I wrote another two-dimensional book, which was a top-notch book on the day it was released. We talked about the fairy tales that are now popular among mortals.

The work is in a really difficult situation. There are not many readers who read it, and even fewer people subscribe. I told him with a wry smile that I don’t know how long I can hold on. The book has been written now, with more than one million words, but the results have not been good.

It's not warm, I can't see where there is hope. Finally, I would like to thank the frozen fruit cat, the blue Wang family, the truth elephant emperor, the idle man 323, the mud sister, the prosperous little squirrel, the autumn water long day passer, seviti, the bitter sea, and the wind on a rainy night.
Chapter completed!