Hearing Xing Twelve's sarcasm, Xing Wu felt it and immediately shuddered.
Indeed...it's getting hotter!
The heat came from under the paper ball and gradually spread to the entire ball. The dark ball was like a steamer. In order to break through the paper ball, he did put a lot of water in the ball. At this time, it was already up to his knees. The water was getting hotter and the top was full of steam. It was generally uncomfortable.
It is usually boiled and half is steamed.
"How does it feel when water and fire blend together? Let me tell you a truth. Paper filled with water and put on the fire will neither be soaked by the water nor burnt by the fire. Instead, it will be heated slowly like a pot until it is cooked. The contents inside are cooked, just like you—Xingwu, take your time to cook them!”
Xingwu started to sweat and wanted to calm down and think about countermeasures, but the heat was unbearable and he couldn't calm down. He just felt that his breathing was not smooth - the paper ball was not big, and the strong water vapor filled the space, filling his breath with hot and humid gas. Coupled with his nervousness, his heartbeat increased instantly, his breathing became rapid, and his head became dizzy.
He hurriedly drew out his sword and stabbed upward with all his strength. He didn't know whether it was because he was weak or because the paper was too tough. It was like the stabbing was blocked by thick leather.
Use sword skills!
With...what?
In his daze, thoughts flashed across his mind:
I'm dying?
Die here?
This place where the sun never shines...
Whether it’s the original world or the new world, I can’t go there?
I... don't want this... I want to see Liang Liang...
"ah!"
I heard Xing Twelve scream in surprise, "Who is it?"
I heard a woman's voice say: "It's interesting. When we are having a barbecue outside at night, are we still begging for chicken? When will it be cooked? How about sharing it with me?"
Xing Twelve shouted: "Damn woman, get out of the way!"
The wind was blowing loudly outside, the sound of fighting.
Xingwu didn't know who was coming. The voice just now sounded completely unfamiliar, but he knew that something had happened. No matter whether the person who came was a friend or not, it would always distract Xingtwelve's attention.
Chance!
He was refreshed. At this time, his potential might have exploded between life and death. His mind suddenly became clearer from chaos, and the previously interrupted train of thought resumed.
Swordsmanship...Sword Elephant!
A drop of water slipped from the tip of the sword. It was his sword elephant——
The source of life.
After the sword elephant condensed, it did not mix into the hot water underground, but floated to his eyes alone, close to his cheek.
At this time, his face was covered in sweat. Drops of sweat fell on the sword elephant, but they did not fall. Instead, they collected on the surface of the water droplets from all directions and were completely absorbed by the water droplets. For a moment, the shiny water droplets became slightly turbid. It has turned into a drop of sweat.
"Swordsmanship - the power of sweat!"
He waved hard, and beads of sweat were thrown away in an instant, exploding in the air. His sore body was suddenly full of strength, several times stronger than usual. His face turned red, and he held the sword forward, with veins popping up on his forehead - with all his strength The sword thrust forward——
boom!
A big hole was broken into the white paper ball, and Xing Cang's body jumped out. His white hair fell wetly, and he fell to the ground like a drowned rat.
I heard someone say "Ah", and I knew it was Xing Twelve.
After falling to the ground, the night wind blew by, and the hot water all over his body cooled down quickly, making him feel cold. Xing Cang shivered and looked up.
I saw Xing Twelve standing in a strange posture, with a large white thread wrapped around half of his waist. One end of the thread was in the hand of a woman opposite.
Is it hair?
Xing Wu couldn't tell what it was, and immediately understood the situation: the woman suddenly appeared, and a fight broke out between the two sides. He took the opportunity to break out, and Xing Twelve was distracted, so he naturally exposed his flaw and was hit by the opponent's swordsmanship. At this time, Xing Twelve was trying to cut off the tangled white hair with his sword.
Xing Wu knew in his heart that Xing Twelve was most vulnerable at this time, and how could he escape from the trap? He snapped his fingers, and the water droplets that had just condensed dispersed again.
"Swordsmanship - confused!"
The mist hit his face, and Xing Twelve was startled, immersed in the dazed look at the moment when the mist was revealed.
At such a loss, Jianyuan hesitated, and the white hair around his waist invaded and covered him completely, leaving only his head and shoulders exposed. Xing Twelve roared loudly, and halfway through his roar, his voice faded...
His timbre changed.
The voice that was originally that of a young man turned old in an instant, and his face that was still youthful suddenly became old, with muscles collapsing, wrinkles piled up, and finally turning into a skinny skeleton, gradually losing its voice.
In a moment, he died of old age.
Xingwu was horrified to see this. This kind of death was a complete nightmare for the people of Zongliang Mountain.
After Xing Twelve died, a shallow shadow melted into the ground and dissipated in an instant. Then the body fell down, and the remains immediately decayed and turned into dregs. There was almost no trace left, only the white hair that bound him was scattered on the ground. On the other side of the white hair was a woman with a peaceful expression.
This is the standard ending for people from the Gangliang Mountain. After death, everything from the body to the mind returns to the Gangliang, leaving nothing behind.
This is the case even outside the Gangliang Mountains.
Xing Wu had a happy heart, and he was naturally happy to see Xing Twelve die, but when he saw Xing Twelve completing his life in just a few breaths, he immediately thought of himself.
According to the average age of Meng Liangshan, he is not young at all. It can be said that it is approaching dusk. In a few years, he will also decay and die. Nowadays, there is no one older than the chief manager in front of him. In the past, when he saw Xing Twelve, he would sigh that time flies by, but now young people are dying in front of him.
Feeling sad for a moment, Xingwu immediately stopped and stood up slowly to look at the woman who suddenly took action.
The woman looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a dignified appearance. She looked calm and was combing her hair with a comb.
Under the shadow of Gangliang Mountain, in the middle of the night, a young woman was combing her hair leisurely on the Gobi Desert.
She held her white hair, which looked like silver threads in the moonlight, in her hands and combed it gently. The white hair scattered on the ground shrank back a few feet. Following the rhythm of her combing her hair, the scattered silver threads on the ground quietly The ground rolled up like a flowing Milky Way on the ground.
At this time, the woman's eyebrows were lowered, as if she was sad, but she was sad but not sad. It was like the quiet girl in the painting, together with the silver threads on the ground, became a beautiful scenery.
Xingwu didn't dare to disturb her, and watched quietly as she finished combing her hair, and the silver strands on her hair were gone. Only then did he realize that this woman did not have white hair, but gray hair.
And he looks kind of nice.
This woman is by no means a familiar face to him, but it doesn't look like it's the first time he's seen her. He has an impression of her, maybe he's seen her once or twice.
"Are you... the master's person?"
The gray-haired woman raised her head, her expression no longer calm, but a little unruly, and said: "If you are talking about the young master, well, yes."
Xingwu's fear calmed down a little, and his mood gradually became brighter - the chief manager wanted to kill him, but his master sent someone to save him. Sure enough, he was right to follow his heart's choice in the first place.
Sure enough, we should choose the current world. What the young master said about letting himself embrace the human world was much more true than what the chief executive had promised to take him to a "complete new world."
The gray-haired woman continued: "But I was not sent by the young master to save you. I was just passing by. If it weren't for her..." She pointed back, and behind the big stone, the shadow of a girl loomed, "If it hadn't been for Ariel If you say you're pitiful and want to save you, I won't take action."
Xingwu felt a little disappointed when he heard that it was not the young master who sent someone to take action, and then secretly said: "Actually, this is only reasonable. I just told Xingcang about the master's order and went out immediately." Xing Cang's plan to take action must have been impromptu. The master was in the back house, how could he know about his conspiracy? It's only fair that she occasionally passes by and saves me.
It can be seen that I can't waver in the future. If I had identified my master and didn't say goodbye to the chief manager, wouldn't this happen to me?
How could a maid under the master have such skills? Is she a swordsman?
Xingwu clearly remembered that when the master entered, he only introduced one swordsman beside him, Fang Weiran. Are there any other swordsmen lurking in the team?
Maybe she's not the only one?
Can't everyone be a swordsman?
This kind of hidden dragon and crouching tiger doesn't seem to be directed at the chief manager. Could it be that the master's intentions are not trivial?
Xingwu felt an inexplicable fear, always feeling that he was going to be involved in something big, which was very unfriendly to him who was seeking peace and averse to risks.
But at this time, he had no choice. The master's order was unquestionable. He bowed and said, "Thank you..."
The gray-haired woman raised her hand and said: "Don't thank me, God helps those who help themselves. I just beat him if he doesn't like him. If you can't get out of that wastebasket, I can't save you. Since you can get out, , it shows that life should not be cut off, just thank yourself."
Xing Wuqian was still expressing his gratitude as a gift, but he just didn't say the word "thank you".
The gray-haired woman continued: "Just in time, you want to go to Zhuangliang Mountain? Then help me deliver a letter to Changyi Manor."
Xingwu was a little embarrassed and said: "Girl, it's not that I won't help you, let alone deliver the letter, I should also do the more difficult tasks. But I really can't do it. The hierarchy in Gangliang Mountain is one level above the other. Changyi Manor is the first level, and our Changfa Manor is the third level. There is a difference of two levels. Even if the owner goes to visit the head of Changfa Manor, he still needs to follow some etiquette and may even be rejected. If you are below, I am afraid that you have not yet. He was killed at the second level."
The gray-haired woman was silent.
Xingwu said: "I wonder who the girl is looking for? If it is the confidant of Zhuangtou of Changyi Manor, maybe he can be found in Yulang City? The Deep Shadow Society is approaching, and many manor owners will come down to deal with matters. They are now No, maybe they will go down the mountain in two days. The two village heads always advance and retreat together. If they want to go down the mountain, they will go down together, and they will always support each other. It will not be difficult for you to find someone when the time comes. "
The gray-haired woman was moved in her heart and said: "Two village heads? Isn't there three? Is there one left to look after the house?"
Xingwu said: "Last year, there were only two left. Although there were various rumors, some said that there was internal strife, and some said that they died, there are only two left."
The gray-haired woman grinned and said, "Oh, it seems that you know a lot of things. Come on, introduce me to Meng Liangshan."
Xing Wu looked at her smile, her teeth were as pointed as those of a beast, and felt that she was completely different from the quiet and elegant woman who had just combed her hair. He couldn't help but feel in a trance, and felt quite worried about the gray-haired woman asking for information alone. But since the woman saved him, he couldn't refuse because of his character, and said: "The girl asked me and I have to answer it myself. But I also have to complete the master's task right now, so I don't want to delay it for too long."
The gray-haired woman smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, I'll take you to Wangliang Mountain, and we'll talk while walking."
Xing Wu said "Huh?", the gray-haired woman stretched out her hand, and the girl hiding behind the stone came out and pulled her. In the night, I saw that she looked cute and looked very calm.
Another weirdo.
"If I weren't worried about Ariel, I should have followed you up the mountain. Let's go."
Following Xingwu's urging, the three of them walked up the mountain together.
At this time, a white fox's head stuck out from behind the big stone nearby, looked at their backs, and said with a smile: "Interesting, it wasn't even my turn to take action, but someone solved the problem. What do you want to do? Chi Mingjing?"
(End of chapter)
