I Want to be Alone, Beautifully

Chapter 117 My wife (29)

The memories that belonged to Zheng Zhiyu’s soul flooded, as well as the memories of the original life. The two blended together, so that Xu Jiao’s picture in that memory was from this person’s perspective for a while, and another was from the perspective of another person for a while. .

She smoothed her memory a bit, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself in a **** place.

The top of the sky here is chaotic red.

The ground under her feet was a bit soft, but it didn’t look like it could be easily broken. Xu Jiao raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, remembering the reason why she was here–

She was caught by the monk.

The whole world is full of ghosts, crying and howling, as if there are many ghosts hidden in this chaotic atmosphere, each of them is watching her out of her sight, waiting to attack her.

If ordinary people are disturbed by such **** and terrifying atmosphere here, they will go crazy within a short time. It is like walking into some ancient villages composed of evil spirits where many people have died. , The natural gas there will trap people in it, like a large-scale disturbing illusion.

After a long time, people can’t tell where they are, and they become walking corpses. When they are rescued, they are either silly or stupid. Because it is possible that the soul in the body is unstable for a long time in the frightened illusion, so it is caused by ghosts. It was taken away, or just lost in fear.

But who is Xu Jiao?

She has the memory of becoming a ghost king. Although she is now a human body, the experience of Hungry Ghost Road is enough for her to face such a **** scene without changing her face. If it is not for worrying that Zheng Zhiyu and the monk will be defeated, she will There is a posture of eating and drinking in this Qiankun bag and living leisurely for three months.

Thinking of the person outside, Xu Jiao lowered her head and closed her eyes. After a while, she thought of a spell with sufficient power in her mind.

Lightning sign.

Now she doesn’t have talisman paper on hand, although the ordinary yellow talisman can’t carry such energy, but the difficulty of drawing this thunder talisman out of thin air is definitely not low.

Xu Jiao did not dare to raise her hand casually as before. Instead, he hesitated for a few seconds and bit her right middle finger. The blood on the tip of the tongue and the blood on the **** are both more yang-qi. Something that is extremely righteous is helpful, but too weak yang in a person’s body is not good, especially now that Xu Jiao is in the state of soul.

This is the prosperity of Yin and Yang.

If this thunder did not attract, when the yang energy in her soul was exhausted, she would most likely end up being swallowed by other ghosts in this space.

But the situation is urgent now, and she cannot tolerate her thinking about so many possibilities–

She emptied her thoughts and completely empty her mind. In the next instant, Xu Jiao’s bitten fingertips lifted up and held them in her mouth in one breath, her fingertips swiftly drawing the appearance of the lightning talisman in the air.

The blood traced the spells in the air little by little. After the red spell was written, a golden light was faintly revealed underneath, but Xu Jiao was too late to pay attention. All she thought was how she could breathe. Write this character within.

…

Outside the Qiankun bag, the roof of the top floor.

Relying on the gust of wind that Xu Jiaoping summoned earlier, a gust of wind from somewhere was blown, and the dark clouds in the distance were blown over the head of this large campus, making the whole night look dark and heavy, even the construction site in the distance was high. The searchlights everywhere can’t pierce the fog.

Relying on the restraint of the new-born ghost, the bald monk sat on the edge of the rooftop, watching Zheng Zhiyu’s gradually losing and somewhat embarrassed appearance, he shook his head in time, and suddenly some fragments flashed in his mind.

He saw the man in front of him who had become a ghost in red, wearing the same clothes, but holding a whisk in his hand, his eyes were full of indifferent seeing through the world, like an extraordinary Taoist.

Once again…

The figure was gone, and turned into the bloody, red-robed woman not far away.

The monk shook his head and said inexplicably: “It’s so miserable…”

He didn’t know how this kind of thing would come out in his mind. Anyway, in this long time, there are too many people and too many things that he can’t remember, and he doesn’t need to remember it, it has nothing to do with the pursuit of longevity. He didn’t want to know.

He still remembers the day he met Master. Master was dying. He was still a beggar who knew nothing about the world. But when Master saw him, he only told him that he was predestined, taught him all the exercises, and drove to Hexi.

The most impressive thing in my mind is that the master told him that these techniques are not passed on to undestined people. Since they met, it is fate. This technique is so many that it is longevity.

It’s weird–

Before meeting Master, he was just a beggar who couldn’t protect himself in life. He lived a life without squatting down after eating a meal. Sometimes he fell to robbing a dog for food, and when he was chased the most, he even lost his life. Think, what’s the point of such a day? It’s better to die, and quickly vote for a good family in the next life.

As a result, after being taught the practice by Master, he walked into this world and saw that the wine and delicacies were so prosperous. He suddenly understood Master’s thoughts. He must live well, live forever, and become immortal.

He was still looking back on his life here, but Zheng Zhiyu heard his misery, and a sneer appeared on his face. The next moment, she was about to use all her skills to beat the unconsciously controlled ghost in front of her. When the soul was gone, there was a muffled thunder in the sky.

It’s like preparing to accumulate energy, and it’s also like an accident. After all, summer is the season of boredom.

But the people and ghosts present all looked towards the sky at the same time.

For the monk, tonight is the most suitable time for his formation, because the Yin Qi is very strong, and the blood and evil spirit of this formation is just right. Even the sky is cloudy and there are no stars, which means it will happen. The things are difficult to be detected by the gods.

But no one thought that the accumulation of clouds would attract thunder.

Lei is the nemesis of all evil creatures in the world, with the ultimate destructive power. Whether it is the monk or his formation, the newly born ghost, and Zheng Zhiyu, they are natural enemies to everyone present.

For a moment, everyone changed their faces and looked towards the sky.

The red dress, who was originally very hostile, was trembling with fright, because she is the most resentful guy at the moment, and there is too much aura that can be felt. She can detect this thunder. Not ordinary.

Seeing her look changed, Zheng Zhiyu looked into the sky thoughtfully, then said with a faint smile:

“If you do more injustice, you will die, old monk, is that you?”

Hearing her provocation and feeling the resistance and struggle from the ghost in red, the monk tried his best to control the ghost with the prayer beads, squinted his eyes and smiled at Zheng Zhiyu and said: “I have this great array of guardians, and the thunder is coming down. The one who died is you, don’t you have to be happy so early, right?”

Zheng Zhiyu knew what he meant, he was planning to sacrifice this big, but also to save himself.

After all, that was the formation he set up, and it was originally used for him to change his fate.

Thinking of this, Zheng Zhiyu’s face looked a little ugly.

After the initial sound of thunder in the sky, it rolled between the clouds and became a little more vigorous, and you could vaguely see purple electric lights flashing through it, illuminating a large area of ​​night sky.

Caught off guard!

The first thunder fell from the sky.

It was just a very thin thread, not as good as a person’s wrist, but this one passed straight through the formation on the roof of the building, and landed on the universe bag at the monk’s waist.

The sky thunder drew the sky fire, and instantly ignited the Universe Bag.

Zheng Zhiyu’s eyes widened, and his voice was choked in his throat for a while!

There is Xu Jiao in there!

What about this Thunder…

Her brain was blank, she couldn’t believe what she had just seen.

But before she could react, a grayish-white mist floated out of it and settled in front of everyone. It was Zheng Zhiyu who had only dreamed of it.

Xu Jiao opened her eyes, and in front of her was a golden talisman floating in the air.

The monk and Zheng Zhiyu saw the thing at the same time.

Suddenly, I saw the monk glared and shouted, “It turns out that you are such an evil devil!” He was about to make a move. The second thick bucket of thunder had already fallen down to Xu Jiao’s intentions, because he hadn’t attacked before. The monk went, so the thunder went through the formation smoothly, but now it was heading in the direction of the monk’s life. The red light flashed immediately, blocking the thunder before the thunder struck.

It can also make people hear the crackling sound of countless electric currents exploding on it.

This movement successfully stopped the monk’s movements and caused him a false alarm.

It was his pause. Zheng Zhiyu quickly flicked behind Xu Jiao. His eyes flashed a bit of surprise, but he didn’t dare to interrupt Xu Jiao’s attention. He just acted as a protective gesture. At the same time, there was a vague flash of worry in his eyes. Over.

She was afraid that the thunder power Xu Jiao attracted was not enough, and she couldn’t get the monk down. Instead, she injured Xu Jiao herself.

That would be terribly bad.

as predicted–

The monk seemed to know the power of his formation, and he was still standing there, only using the prayer beads to pull the core of the formation, and confronted with the sky thunder that Xu Jiao attracted. After seven times, the color of the talisman in front of Xu Jiao It faded slowly.

This is the reaction that Lei Fu is about to lose its effect.

His eyes were sneered, as if the two opposite were frightened, sooner or later, he was not in a hurry to do it, as if he wanted to see how long they could struggle.

The thunder in the sky slowly diminished.

Although most of the red light of the formation was dispersed, it was also wobbly supported. The general big formation will have a strong counterattack when it dies. Xu Jiao has not even induced the counterattack of this formation now. It shows that this formation is still some distance away from exhaustion.

In her pale face, the thunder was unsustainable, and after all, it was weakened.

The last one.

Like a strand of hair, it disappears in mid-air.

The air is full of silence.

The memory picture I’ve seen before seems to be the deepest mockery, as if to say to Xu Jiao, you can die happy, if you are destined, wait for the third life.

She clenched her lower lip unintentionally, because it was in a state of astral, she didn’t feel any pain.

Dark brown eyes stared at the monk.

Inadvertently, it was the same as the eyes in the previous life when he saw Zheng Zhiyu being killed by the opponent in front of the Sanshengshi, unwilling, unrestrained, and a little bit resentful for this providence.

The buddha beads on the monk’s neck had already flew, and the howls of Wangui approached them. Xu Jiao heard him say:

“Although you haven’t brought out the ghost king today, you are so talented. When you die, I will make you a waiter doll next to me. Then you will be able to give full play to your skills.”

Xu Jiao looked at him blankly and let out a spitting voice: “Bah.”

“Three keys for a dollar, how many do you match?”

Monk: “…”

Even if he didn’t understand what this meant, he guessed that Xu Jiao was definitely not saying anything good, and he grinned: “Since I don’t know how to promote, I must let you feel the pain of being devoured by ghosts and make you suffer in a sober life .”

Zheng Zhiyu squeezed Xu Jiao’s wrist, trying hard to think of a way to save her.

Xu Jiao shook her hand with her backhand, and calmly said to her, “Don’t be afraid.”

Although his soul was reincarnated, it was not a serious reincarnation after all. It also filled Zheng Zhiyu’s soul. In the case of serious injury, he might be awakened by the ghost king’s instinct.

This is a life-threatening approach.

But she was a little sure.

Anyway, she couldn’t let Zheng Zhiyu pay a one-time life for herself.

The Buddha beads flew in the direction of the two of them. Xu Jiao’s eyes were wrong, calm and firm. Zheng Zhiyu was even ready to wait to push Xu Jiao away, and first went up to block the attack, but neither of them had time to wait. The result of my destiny–

Suddenly there was a long, melodious moan in the sky.

The place where the voice swept across, the two people’s spiritual platform was clear and bright.

Xu Jiao was stunned for a moment. When she looked up at the sky, two words came to her mind for no apparent reason.

Long Yin.

But this idea was so absurd that she could only turn her head and ask Zheng Zhiyu uncertainly: “Did you… hear it?”

“What sound is this?”

Zheng Zhiyu had never heard this sound, but he felt that his soul was more powerful. At the same time, the monk’s expression was suddenly ugly. He raised his head and looked at the sky, as if he was facing an enemy.

Even though he didn’t know why he was so nervous.

He tried to open his eyes, and his sky eyes opened, wanting to see exactly what kind of disaster is coming to his head——

He may see clearly.

But maybe not.

From Xu Jiao’s point of view, there seemed to be a cyan in the cloud, and it flicked across it very quickly. At this moment, a fatal blood stain appeared on the monk’s neck.

The red light of the formation is a masterpiece, and the sky full of red obscures the movement of the sky.

I felt the owner’s danger, so I used all my strength to fight back.

But it was too late.

No matter how fascinating the monk was, he was still only a physical body. He looked at the blood pouring out of his neck in disbelief, and his vision turned around.

Xu Jiao and Zheng Zhiyu also looked at this sudden change of development, a little dazed–

A voice rang in their ears at the same time:

“Friend Xiao Zheng, I haven’t seen you for a long time.”

“Today I was out for a leisurely stroll, and who knew I had run into the fate of the past. Without your help in the past, now I don’t have the chance of Jackie Chan…”

“I’ll pay you back a good luck.”

Xu Jiao was stunned for a second, and said “Ah”.

She remembered!

In his previous life, Zheng Zhiyu saved a dragon from the hands of the monk!

Now that a hundred years have passed, has this dragon turned into a dragon?

This is… the ray of life God left them?