After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn

Chapter 155 True and False Monkey King

Huaibo said, “Yes, it’s just a dead thing. Peiyu…”

Peiyu raised her head, her eyes soft, as if pretending to be a thousand times.

She was dressed in white as snow, and she was not stained with dust, and she could faint in the dark, as if she was wearing a starry body.

Huai Bai squinted his eyes, feeling a little unreal.

Such a person, she saw the grown-up apprentice personally, standing in front of her, but it made her feel far away.

So she stretched out her hand and held Peiyu, her palms were cold, and there was still a ghost.

Pei Yu silently entered the warm fire spirit, dispelling the coldness of Huaibo’s body.

Huaibo closed his eyes, as if immersed in the warmth.

As if the sun was shining, the spring breeze was blowing, and the surrounding area was no longer a sea of ​​Feiwu ice, turning into rusty spring flowers on the Shouxian Peak.

She remembered the past, her eyelashes quivered slightly.

Back then, I went to the flower-folding party in Xiancheng, passing by Yancun, and seeing the **** fog soaring into the sky, she lost control, and left Zhao Jianyi and rushed into the fog alone.

The familiar breath in the blood mist and the hatred for the world are so strong that they cannot be ignored. People can’t help but wonder how much despair a person has to experience to hate the world so much.

Then she saw Peiyu, a small child, standing in the blood mist, with dark eyes, with hatred and coldness.

Just like many years ago, she saw Mingluan——

When the man laughed, he seemed to be crying, standing in the sun, the sun was frozen into ice.

She rushed into the blood mist just to meet Mingluan again, but unexpectedly met Peiyu.

“Do you know why I want to come here again?”

Peiyu asked: “The student is blunt.”

Huaibo opened his eyes, and a sorrow was fleeting in his eyes, “Blood fog is related to the host’s resentment towards the world, so…” Her voice was low, “I can feel it and the blood fog of Jiangcheng back then. Is different.”

Peiyu stiffened, her eyes widened suddenly.

She looked at Huaibo and wanted to ask whether the blood mist in the secret realm and Yancun was the same as Jiangcheng’s in the eyes of Master?

But she didn’t dare to ask, and Huaibo didn’t want to.

Huaibo sighed: “I still remember you asked me if you fell into a demon, would I accept you as a disciple. What did I say at that time?”

Peiyu whispered: “Master said, there is no difference between a demon and an immortal.”

Huaibo asked, “Are you right?”

Peiyu lowered her head, “Master’s words are naturally correct.”

Huaibo: “I want you to tell the truth.”

Peiyu didn’t dare to look at her, “The devil’s aura is born from the darkness of the world. After becoming a demon, sometimes he can’t control himself and becomes a zombie who only knows to kill.”

“So you said, that person was out of control back then?”

Peiyu suddenly raised her head, her eyes flushed, and she said in amazement, “Master?!”

Huaibo smiled and released her hand holding her, “I was wrong. If you are just wearing jade, you don’t know if you want to.”

There are no stars or moons in the sky, and the only light comes from both of them. Huaibo walked calmly in the mist on the slight waves, and when he encountered the ghosts falling into the water, he bent over and pulled them up one by one.

If you just wear jade…

Stormy waves surged in Peiyu’s heart. What does Master mean by this statement? Have you guessed her identity?

She cautiously speculated about every word of Huaibo, fearing that she would know, and fearing that she would not know it, and her heart was uneasy, like walking on a cliff, afraid of stepping into the air with one step.

“What are you most afraid of in this life?”

Peiyu stared at her blankly, “Afraid of losing her master.”

Huaibo watched the water ghost drifting far away, holding his hands, and the sea breeze rustling, and the qingyi fluttered, “I have lost the most important thing in my life. I thought that in my life, I could not bear the loss again. Until now, I didn’t understand. What I fear most is not to lose, but to wake up.”

“Master?”

Huaibo walked around in the sea, pulling up all the drowning souls, and said, “Let’s go to the island.”

Peiyu followed, looking at her back without saying a word, not knowing what to say.

Huaibo moved his finger and pulled it into an empty space. Suddenly he realized that Peiyu was not standing by her shoulders, but walking after a step.

More than respectful, not close enough, just like a good apprentice when I first met.

She put her hands in her sleeves and looked up at the dark night sky, feeling a little empty in her heart.

Just like the previous thousands of days and nights, sitting alone on the Yanhui Cliff, chatting with the bright moon, there is a wind in my ears.

The high-rise singing and dancing did not stop, Zhao Jian held his elbow, listened to the play, turned his head, carefully watched Mingying and Yingqiu discuss business.

When talking about business, Mingying suppressed her sharp sharpness, her eyebrows were often smiling, but there was an undercurrent in her words.

Zhao Jianyi didn’t understand what they were talking about. He took out a piece of purple sandalwood and sculpted it according to her eyebrows. His slender fingers moved flexibly, and the sawdust was flying like snow.

Mingying closed the fan and said with a smile: “That’s it!”

Yingqiu didn’t want to disturb Huaibai about the surge of ghosts on the island, and said with a smile, “Okay.”

At this time, Zhao Jianyi’s little wooden figure was also carved, and the fat baby was smiling, holding a big ingot in her hand.

The purple sandalwood floated softly under the lamp, Mingying approached and asked curiously: “What are you carving?”

Zhao Jian flicked off the sawdust and smiled: “You, don’t you look like?”

Mingying’s face changed, murderous, and asked, “Like me?”

Zhao Jian bent her eyebrows and said, “Junior Sister was so cute when she was young.” It was soft and chubby, like a big delicious dumpling. Of course, he dared not say the latter sentence.

Mingying raised her eyebrows and twisted his leg again.

“Hi… lightly!”

Yingqiu asked, “Is the benefactor unwell?”

Zhao Jianyi nodded hard, her eyes often filled with tears—painful.

“Then I will ask someone to treat you, please go to the guest room to rest first.”

Zhao Jian shook his head, “No, I think I can change my position.”

Yingqiu thought, what’s wrong with this?

The lord of the ghost building hurried in and said a few words in Yingqiu’s ear. After hearing that, she looked at Zhao Jian and two people with complicated eyes.

“Island owner, if nothing else, we are leaving now.”

Now that the business has been signed, Mingying has no intention of staying here.

Yingqiu smiled calmly, “Don’t worry, there is the last play I want to invite two to watch.”

Mingying asked: “What’s the play?”

Yingqiu stood up and walked to the door, “You have to watch this play in person. Please come with me.”

Zhao Jian smiled and got up and said, “Okay, what scene do you want to see in person?”

Mingying grabbed his sleeve, pulled him down, and stared at Yingqiu, “I don’t know the island owner, what play do we want to see in person?”

The lights are faint, the eyes are facing each other, and the murderous aura seems to be condensed into substance, which is triggered at any moment.

Mingying put her hand on the flying feather bow behind her.

The lights trembled, and ghosts swept over.

Mingying kicked the stool, kicked Zhao Jian behind her, and shot an arrow sideways, the fire snake jumped out, and the Baizhang high-rise building was about to be turned into rubble.

One hand lightly grabbed the feather arrow, his hands were clean, the long sleeves turned over, and the ghostly spirit poured into the sleeves.

The murderous spirit disappeared in an instant, and Huaibo walked in with a smile, “Oh, what do you do? Isn’t it just for you to play a real and fake Monkey King.”

Mingying’s eyes were bright, and she rushed over: “Master!”

Huaibo patted her on the back, “It’s alright, it’s not scared anymore.”

“Yes!” Mingying complained loudly with tears in her eyes, “They scared me! They only caught me to scare!”

Huaibo sighed, “This is too much, my apprentice is so weak and pitiful, you are scared to get rid of it, are you still an individual?”

Yingqiu said blankly: “We are not human…Xianzhang, do you know? Don’t you pretend to be?”

Xia Ziyan walked over and bowed to Huaibo, “The fairy is long.”

Huaibo smiled and lifted her up, “You are welcome.”

Xia Ziyan raised her eyes and saw the girl behind Huaibo, her face pale, she couldn’t help but step back, and whispered: “Master…”

Her voice was not loud, but several of them were monks and had excellent ears. Mingying asked, “Master? Isn’t she a benefactor? How come you become a master again.”

Xia Ziyan thought thoroughly and immediately changed his words: “I called the wrong one.”

Huaibo glanced back, Peiyu just lowered her head and couldn’t see her expression clearly.