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In just half an hour, the gray world had turned into a piece of day. In the sky, the huge flying monsters flew over and brought a terrifying strong wind. Two figures sitting quietly on it seemed extremely lonely in the cold wind in the morning.

Ai Siyu, who was sitting cross-legged on the monster, was surrounded by energy. The chaotic clear stream kept circulating and surging in the specific meridians. There was no emotion on that cold face. There was no fluctuation.

Liang Qiu beside him, his eyes passed by the figure from time to time. Looking at the cold face, Liang Qiu's heart was more shocked. Is this young man still the dull and stupid boy he just met? Now he has embarked on the path of a strong man. The gap with himself is increasing day by day. Such a cultivation speed can only be described as the word terrifying.

I don’t know what this young man has experienced and why the changes have changed so much. The bloody and killing shown by the boy in these two battles did not reveal any emotion. It seemed that he instantly turned into a bloodthirsty weapon.

But for friends, it is another kind of emotion. You can sprinkle all your blood for your brothers, and you can drain your cultivation for your friends.

Cold, bloody, killing, passionate, wisdom far beyond ordinary people, cold blood and hotness. All these almost contradictory things happened to this young man.

"Siyu. I don't know what you have experienced. Your talent is enough to make me look up to you. Your killing is enough to make me feel afraid. But Liang Qiu will cherish this brotherly friendship for the rest of his life." He withdrew his eyes. There was a hint of perseverance in his eyes.

It was already dawn. In the distant Demon-Eating Academy, a slender woman sat quietly on the stone steps with her head resting on her slightly bent knees.

A beam of sunlight came. The slender body suddenly raised its head. The forehead pillowed on its knees appeared slightly red. The agile eyes looked around. The fair little face couldn't help but feel a hint of blush.

"Why are you asleep here? It's so embarrassing to be known to be. Humph, bad guy. It's all because of you." The blush on her fair little face had not yet receded. She had a tiny mouth with a tiny mouth. A gentle coquettish anger was spit out of her mouth.

The woman stood up, moved her lotus steps lightly, and the white figure disappeared into the morning light that had just risen. She was beautiful and still moved. The lightness and aura penetrated more of the dust like a fairy.

"Siyu. Let's take a break at noon." Xiao Nuo, who was lying leisurely on Ai Siyu's lap, suddenly raised his head and looked at Ai Siyu who had just woken up from his cultivation.

His eyes were slightly lowered. He looked at the little guy and knew that Xiaonuo flew into the sky again. The few people did not stop. Thinking about everything he had experienced in the past few days, Ai Siyu's heart tightened. Both the monsters and people were a little tired. He nodded and agreed to Xiaonuo's request.

Choose a small town and fall down. The few people are still the most low-key performance. Choose a quiet restaurant and order a few good side dishes. What promises Xiao Nuo will naturally be fulfilled.

"Boss, get me twelve jars of thousand-year-old Erguotou." Ai Siyu sat in the corner by the window, waved his hand and shouted softly.

"Haha, uncle, it's really a coincidence that there are only twelve jars of wine left in the shop. You can take it for you. Look." In just a few seconds, a middle-aged man nodded and ran over. Then several waiters followed him with more than a dozen jars in his arms.

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The foot that fell was stomping on its back. A faint green hue lingered on its toes.
Chapter completed!