half demon glass

Chapter 312 He Actually Knows Master Feng
He glanced at Yun Qingtian complicatedly and gratefully, and finally nodded to him, holding back all the hatred and tears in his heart.

The moment he turned around, he gently said to Yun Qingtian: "Thank you."

Then he returned directly to Master Qingyi's corpse, carried his corpse on his back, and gritted his teeth and yelled at those disciples.

"let's go!"

Until Ling Xiaozi and his party left, that unremarkable man didn't raise his head, let alone intend to kill them.

It's not that he doesn't want to kill them all, so as not to leave regrets, but he disdains them.

Or in other words, this pedestrian, in his eyes, is not considered human at all.

When the last disciple left the tomb, he didn't know whether it was the wind that closed the tomb door or someone did it deliberately.

When the heavy closing sound sounded, it hit my heart hard, and I had an inexplicable, inexplicable feeling.

It was as if the last way of life had been cut off, and we stayed here, choosing a dead end with no return date.

Until then, that ordinary man stopped tearing up the yellow talisman temporarily, turned his head suddenly, and asked us a question with a half-smile.

"Why are you still staying here?"

This sentence was obviously asked to all of us, and he added the word "men".

But his eyes fell on me, as if the person he wanted to ask was actually only me.

In an instant, my scalp became numb. I just felt that this man was hiding his secrets, and he still had bad intentions towards me!

Feng Jiuqing dragged me behind her, raised her head coldly, and said something to the man.

"Give us something and we'll go."

"Oh?" The man narrowed his eyes, "What do you want? Don't tell me, it's her!"

He deliberately pointed to the trembling coffin beside him, his eyes full of amusement.

Feng Jiuqing asked expressionlessly: "You have been blocking it on purpose. How can you not know what we want?" The man laughed loudly and took the statue of the Fox Fairy behind the scarecrow. In hand.

It seemed that from the moment this unremarkable man walked out of the crowd, he still became the focus of everyone.

"Oh, it turns out that you have worked hard to come here, and this is what you want."

Feng Jiuqing remained silent, murderous intent already appeared in her cold eyes.

When the man saw him like this, the smile on his face became brighter, as if he had seen the most interesting thing in the world, he laughed loudly.

"It's been more than 1000 years, Feng Jiuqing, you didn't like to laugh when you were in Southern Border, who would you show your cold face every day?"

As soon as he said this, not only me, but even Feng Jiuqing's face changed.

"you know me?"

In Feng Jiuqing's memory, there is no such person as him, let alone any memory about his life in southern Xinjiang.

"It's more than acquaintance." The man gritted his teeth and replied, as if he hated him to the bone.

"Feng Jiuqing, you were already severely injured, and you were sealed away by a group of mortals in that place where no shit is a thing. Now you can only humblely use this clone to show up in the world, isn't it very uncomfortable?"

"Apart from this statue, do you also want to use the little demon Tushan in the coffin to break your seal?"

"Once upon a time, you were high-spirited, and no matter what you did, you could easily do what you wanted."

"Now, I also want to let you feel the feeling of falling into the dust, the feeling you can't ask for, hahahahaha..."

The man smiled frantically, as if he had already seen the dawn of victory.

He suddenly raised his hand and directly lifted the last spell on the scarecrow's head...

(End of this chapter)