how to kill a dragon

Chapter 130 Embracing the Bones (Just jump here)
Against the morning light, Wang Xiaotai came to the small house where the door was not closed tightly.

Her eyes were dim, and the face in the light and shadow was even more frighteningly cold, as if covered with heavy frost and snow.

Different from the anger and sadness that should appear as expected, there is no flaw in her expression, as if there is no wind or rain in the snowfield, and she can only feel the extreme silence at a glance.

Today she suddenly sensed a weak message from Xiaopang that was not very clear. Combined with the time when she saw Xiaopang before, she vaguely saw his miserable future. to here.

But it was too late.

Everything has happened.

Wang Xiaotai looked indifferently at the small house in front of her that carried a lot of joy and pain, looked at the scattered flowers in the yard and the overturned dried bamboo shoots, and closed her eyes, suppressing some kind of turmoil. out of emotion.

Every brick and tile of this small building that was once so cozy fell apart, and they all fell on her body, hitting the vital parts, and it was bound to hurt her hard.

She no longer looked at the messy and unattended crime scene, turned around without hesitation, and left the place.

Behind her, the red lotus karma rose into the sky, and the scorching tongue of fire swallowed up the entire room, as well as countless laughter, screams, struggles, and grinning.

As the sun rises, the boundary between day and night melts with the uncanny workmanship of nature. The morning glow is like a huge gap in the skyline, and lava is pouring into the world.

Under such sunlight, the red lotus fire is more dazzling and warmer than the sun.

The tongue of flame quickly climbed up, silently devouring the whole small house, devouring the flowers that Xiao Fei picked for Fu Fu, devouring their messy kitchen and bedroom, devouring all their happiness and filth.

Following Xiaopang's scent, Wang Xiaotai found an abandoned cave not far away.

Those four people had already gone their separate ways, they didn't even dig a hole, they just put the bodies of Xiaopang and Fufu under a pile of corn stalks.

They covered their pale, cold, bruised bodies with layers of straw that still smelled of the dampness of the earth, and threw them into this dark and steep cave with no one inhabited but insects and ants.

Nobody cares.

Wang Xiaotai lowered her gaze in silence. She bent down and knelt down on the ground without feeling dirty. She carefully opened up the rotten straws one by one with her hands, and finally found the thick and dense grass under the rotten straws. bones.

The white bones and the white bones are built together, like a hug, a hug that can no longer break free, and no one can tear it apart.

Wang Xiaotai dug a hole for Xiaopang and Fufu in the cave, and carefully put the bones into the hole one by one.

Her breathing was short and heavy, but her strength was still extremely gentle and careful. Then she sat motionless on the edge of the unburied earth pit, staring blankly at the bones lying in the pit, her figure was like It was solidified into a cold statue.

She shouldn't be looking at these battered bones, but she has to.

Looking at them, she can always think of the past.

Every glance is like a thousand arrows piercing the heart.

She looked at Xiaopang and Fufu who were hugging each other with bone bones, and suddenly stood up, staring straight at the cave, stepping back step by step, she took a last look at the cave, raised her right hand, clenched into a fist, no need to pinch The tactic, with a thought, the red lotus karmic fire from the Eight Cold Hells shot up into the sky again, swallowing the entire mountain.

The soaring heat wave hits the face like the sea.

Wang Xiaotai's spine trembled slightly, like the mast on the last struggling fishing boat in a storm.

But the force that swept over was too powerful, vast and difficult to resist.

But she managed to bear it after all, and the flames and sunlight gathered in her pupils, but there was no light at all.

Wang Xiaotai made a tactic with both hands, her body floated in mid-air, a little Guanyin mole between her eyebrows became more and more red, and she suddenly opened her golden pupils!

The sound is like a bell, vibrating between heaven and earth:
"Xu Mo negative! The soul is back!"

"Xu Mo negative! The soul is back!"

"Xu Mo negative! The soul is back!"

The vast Qi machine covered the entire mountain within half a breath, searching the past inch by inch, trying to find a strand of remnant soul within.

Fufu, negative, if Wang Xiaotai is not mistaken, that Fufu should be Xu negative who has gone down the mountain.

She is the number one physiognomy master in ancient and modern times, the number one physiognomy teacher Xu negative who can see the way of heaven from above, measure yin and yang from below, know evil and determine good fortune, and judge death and life.

How could a sorcerer who could predict fate and predict fate die in such a wilderness?Die in such a humiliating way?
Wang Xiaotai intuitively felt that there must be tricks in it.

But the traces here have been in the past for a long time, the flesh and blood have turned into dry bones, even if there is something wrong, there is no trace.

She obviously left a way for Xiaopang to contact her, why didn't she come to contact her?
Xiaofei is blessed with golden fortune. He has the merits of his past life. Not to mention being rich and powerful in this life, at least he should have a smooth sailing and grow up peacefully. How could he die so hastily?
How did Xiaopang and Xu negative get together?

What happened in the middle?
All kinds of doubts, unless you can go back to the past, otherwise you can only know the person who finds the person involved.

But after searching several times, the remnant souls of Xu Mo negative and Xiao Pang have disappeared, time has changed, maybe they really have disappeared between the world and the earth.

Wang Xiaotai looked at the blazing red lotus karma in front of her, floating in the void, and sat down cross-legged, with a fairy posture, and her clothes were spotless.

The green smoke leads the way forward, and the lights of thousands of families welcome the ancestors.

Wang Xiaotai fetched a wisp of incense and green smoke from the world from the air, using it as a guide, her gaze passed through thousands of layers of barriers, her voice escaped into the underground underworld, through the dense gate of the underworld, through the ghosts and souls waiting for reincarnation here, Throwing directly to the underworld, the sound of gold and jade vibrates, shaking the underworld:

"Xu Mo negative! The soul is back!"

By the river of Wangchuan, a dilapidated and incomplete soul raised its head in a daze, looking at the top of the head that never sees the sun, as if it was summoned the moment it heard Wang Xiaotai's voice, it rose from the ground and followed her. go.

The patrolling men next to him had never seen such a scene before, and they looked at each other with the whip in their hands.

"Do you want to report it to Lord Yan?"

"Do you think Master Yan Jun doesn't know? Just mind your own business."

"Anyway, it's just a remnant soul wandering on the banks of the Wangchuan River. It can't get in the way of anything, just work."

"Who is that person? Looking at his posture, he looks like a god in the Nine Heavens."

"She hasn't become a god yet, don't you know, in this world, no one has ascended to become a god for two or three hundred years!"

"The one who summoned the soul just now, but the one in the world now!"

One of them gave a thumbs up, a feeling of superiority that only I know about this.

"Then why isn't she a god?"

"Yeah, who knows why she hasn't become a god yet, who knows what she's been waiting for after wandering around the world for two or three hundred years... What's none of our business? Work, work!"

　A chapter was blocked yesterday, and it will be released two days later, so I added another chapter to make up 4000 words.

　　It feels more and more cold hahaha, there is a kind of joy in the street.

　　It's obviously cold, but the enthusiasm for writing it down is still very high, generating electricity for love ()
　　Love moss.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)