Immortal Martial God Chapter 1313: A story

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Chapter 1,313, A Story

The saint said: "Apart from Wangcai, are there any other sad things?"

Xiang Nanqi said: "This is not sad enough? Then I think about it again, oh right!"

The saint's eyes lit up, and she had been brewing for a long time, and she planned to cry with Xiang Nan. However, the story told by Xiang Nan made her have the urge to kill, how could she cry.

Xiang Nan patted his forehead and pointed to the moon and said, "The ancients don't see the moon today!"

The saint nodded, and said: "Mingyue once photographed the ancients, do you mean this? I didn't expect the son to be such a sentimental person."

Xiang Nan shook his head and said, "I mean, the ancients have never seen the moon today. Look at how round the moon is, haha, the ancients with silly pens."

The saint closed her eyes, took a deep breath, her eyebrows jumped.

In the distance, the woman in red and the woman in Tsing Yi watched this scene from a distance. The woman in red couldn't help but shook her head, saying: "It's really hard to be a junior. If I'm a junior, I'm afraid it will be early this moment I slapped Xiang Nan on the face."

When Xiang Nan saw the saint closing his eyes, he said: "Bai Wudao...seems to be a descendant of the Northern Emperor? He also comes from an extraordinary background. It doesn't seem to be enough to describe him as everyone." /

When she mentioned Bai Wudao, the saint immediately became excited. She opened her eyes and retorted fiercely: "Do you know how hard you work?"

"Although he is a descendant of the Northern Emperor, he never bullies others. He has worked hard in his cultivation and has never abandoned his own cultivation base! Even in the aloof Bai family, he also has a place!"

"That year, I remember clearly that Young Master Bai came to the east to discuss the Dao along with the Northern Emperor. He single-handedly defeated 21 top geniuses in the east."

"At that time, Mr. Bai was really energetic and charming. It made many people...many people..."

Xiang Nan said: "A lot of people have secretly promised him."

The saint bowed her head silently, her face flushed.

"He has never bullied others?" Xiang Nan said: "Where did he get the conclusion? When he bullied others, he would not specifically ask you to watch."

The saint was anxious and retorted: "I don't allow you to slander the white son like this!"

Xiang Nandao: "Since the saint loves Bai Wudao so much, why come to provoke me?"

The saint hurriedly said: "I just worship Young Master Bai, but that's just appreciation from a distance."

"And I feel a kind of inexplicable kindness to Mr. Xiang, I can't tell."

"I just think you are a person with a story."

Xiang Nan smiled: "I have a story, I'm afraid you won't dare to listen."

The saint Wan'er said: "Young Master Xiang just tell me, I will listen."

Xiang Nan nodded, looked up at the moon, and said: "I..."

"The ancients don't even see this time and the moon, just say something new." The saint took a deep breath and said.

Xiang Nan nodded and said: "After I was born, I have never seen my biological parents, but my fate is good, and I was adopted by a large sect..."

"Later, the younger sister who agreed to make peace with me, for the sake of the future, stabbed me to death..."

"After being reborn..."

"Later, I struggled and worshipped another sect..."

"After the war, I thought that even if my life was over, but God gave me a chance to do it again."

"I discovered that it was not an outsider who had been dealing with me, but it was my own family."

"Until one day, I killed my family and proved my strength to them, letting them know what a wrong decision to give up me."

"However, from now on, I have been displaced, so how strong? What about high and strong? I am still alone..."

"Hehe." Xiang Nan shook his head: "If everything can be done again, I would rather be just an ordinary person and pass my life through ordinary."

The saint was dumbfounded and her eyes were red, and said: "This...is this all true?"

Xiang Nan took a deep breath and said: "I made it up."

"It's been several nights, how about it, it sounds tortuous enough."

The saint frowned and said: "I think it is also made up. I don't believe that someone can be reborn several times, nor that someone can survive so much after experiencing so much."

"If you are someone else, you have long been blinded by hatred. You either die in the fall, or you break down in the flames of hatred."

"If there is such a person in the world, and he can stand here with a smile, saying that the ancients are stupid..."

"Then I think this person should be amazing."

Xiang Nan waved his hand and said: "It's just a story, why take it seriously."

After that, I left without any effort.

In that story, Xiang Nan confused the concepts of the two worlds, leaving the saint woman unable to distinguish.

This was sent by Xiang Nan with feelings, but it was not entirely for teasing the saint. In fact, there is a part of the emotion that Xiang Nan has been holding back until now, and he is not unhappy.

A secret has been hidden in his heart for too long, even if it is told as a joke with a cynical attitude, it makes him feel much better.

It's nothing more than that, following this opportunity, all the brains were vented.

The next day, the saint's attitude towards Xiang Nan changed drastically. When she talked to Xiang Nan, she spoke softly.

She forcibly applied the story that Xiang Nan told to Xiang Nan, even if she knew that the story was nonsense, she still used it to paralyze herself, and made herself try to change Xiang Nan as much as possible, so as to pretend to like him .

Whenever she comes into contact with Xiang Nan, she can't help but think of that absurd story.

Sometimes, the shadow of the story seems to gradually overlap with Xiang Nan's body.

But seeing the scene of Xiang Nan eating meat without heart and lungs, the scene that finally overlapped and fell apart in an instant.

The Saintess felt more and more that she couldn't see through Xiang Nan.

He was clearly pretending to be mad and stupid, which the saint could see, but within the appearance of pretending to be mad and stupid, it seemed that there was another layer of real silly hiding.

But, by chance, I caught a glimpse of Xiang Nan looking up at the moon. The profound expression in his eyes made the Saintess unable to understand.

"Why is he always looking at the moon?" The saint was sitting opposite, quietly looking at Xiang Nan.

Xiang Nan sits by the campfire and quietly looks at the moon.

Xu Caiyue's voice and smile flashed in Xiang Nan's mind from time to time.

It turned out that when I was away from home and was alone, the woman I most remembered was the master.

Gradually, the "face" of the moon began to change. In such a gloomy endless forest, the moon became Guan Xiao for some reason.

The scene where Guan Xiao smiled miserably and kissed the hot blade lightly, like a blood-stained picture, lingered in Xiang Nan's mind.

Xiang Nan rubbed his temples and secretly said that maybe he was really stupid, how could he miss that crazy woman.

My own stupidity is pretending, but the woman's madness is really mad.

The distance from here, 120 million miles away, in the endless forest.

Guan Xiao leaned on a giant tree and was bandaging her wound. Her entire left arm was picked apart by something unknown, revealing the dense bones inside, which was very shocking.

But she didn't have the slightest expression of pain on her face, just a faint, indifferent treatment of her wounds.

She put her **** index finger to her lips and licked it lightly.

This blood is bitter.

Suddenly, she smiled grimly: "Xiang Nan, all the price I pay now is for!"

"I don't care about these sufferings, but I won't eat them for nothing! You wait for me, there is nothing in this world that Guan Xiao can't get!"

The line of sight slowly improved, and the tree on which Guan Xiao relied was getting farther and farther.

Beside the big tree, there is blood like an ocean!

Countless demons, floating up and down in that sea of ​​blood, countless stumps and broken arms, are just the tip of the iceberg.