Immortal Voices Chapter 630: Don’t dare

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Time passed slowly, and when Yunzhou stopped outside the Promise Sword Sect, a month had passed.

Rong Xian looked back at the **** evil spirit flashing above Rong Guo, and there was a faint wave in her eyes.

This war is going to be fought after all. What makes her happy is that she is not the one who bears the sins and cuts off the path.

It's not that she doesn't like authority, and she doesn't look down on fame, wealth and wealth. She's not a **** who doesn't eat fireworks.

She just doesn't want to waste time on these useless things, let alone pay for it.

Because this is not an equivalent exchange, it is never cost-effective.

Rong Xian likes to serve the power and indulge in the power of controlling everything and the joy of turning his hands into the clouds and the rain.

But Rong Xian's positioning of these preferences is a weakness. Since it is a weakness, she will overcome it. She is not strong enough to expose her weakness at will.

So she knows medicine, she looks particularly harmless, like a child, like a daughter in a boudoir, like a doctor who helps the world, and like a sickly and unremarkable mortal...

But no matter what it is, she rarely reveals her aggressiveness and aggressiveness.

Rong Xian, she has no edges or corners on the surface, she is very gentle and peaceful.

It seems that time has chopped off the seven emotions and six desires that belong to people, with a trace of the loftyness of gods and the light sorrow of compassion for sentient beings, the soul is retained by the fine sand of time and washed repeatedly, and finally washed out of the lead in exchange for a sense of clarity Colored glaze, but in fact, this piece of glaze is nothing but a mirror image.

Even whether she really likes medical skills is looking at flowers in the mist, hazy.

She is too sane and too clear about what she wants.

Everything is a stepping stone compared to transcending life and death, eternal existence.

For the ultimate goal, the bustling of this road is nothing but smoke.

In other words, these positions of power, like Shen Jiuliu's love for her, are obstacles that shake her Dao heart.

When she can't restrain herself one day, it is not a compromise, but destruction.

It was as if she had begun to kill Shen Jiu.

In order not to let Wu Zun threaten her, she can put her bloodline inheritors out as a tool, which shows her character.

When she reaches the highest position, the whole world will be between her applause.

Because she has always had a clear purpose, Rong Xian is always particularly indifferent in the face of foreign temptations.

The corners of Rong Xian's mouth curled up slightly, her smile unpredictable.

The most important thing right now is-"Mr. Yan, go call the door."

Yan Rui, whose eyes widened astonished by His Majesty's sudden appearance:! !

Yong Yu looked at Yan Rui's gaze very alertly, raising his voice and calling: "Teacher?"

Rong Xian smiled inexplicably, and slowly said: "Yu'er has grown up, don't look for a teacher if you have anything to do, you are no longer in your seventies or eighties."

Rong Yu's expression of joy paused, well, he is already a hundred years old.

But these are not problems!

He doesn't even think that the soul of Master is an old monster.

As if aware of what he was thinking, Rong Xian glanced at him with a smile, and said slowly: "As the saying goes, #养儿百岁，长忧九九#, I'm worried about Yu'er. I don’t know if it’s been ninety-nine years, Yuer hasn’t been sympathetic to my old man."

Yong Yu: "..."

If there is no problem with his memory, the master obviously disliked him as annoying and threw him to Xiaojin.

It can be said that since the beginning of his record, he has never seen Master worry about him.

The only thing that Master cares about is the devil's prison besides the mother. When the mother died and the devil's prison was released, she began to allocate a little energy to him.

Rong Yu recalled that these were not complaints, but felt that the respected Master was really serious nonsense sometimes!

But he still didn't dare to reply, so he could only hold it in his stomach silently.

Seeing him stop, Rong Xian turned sideways in the direction of Yan Rui, and said lightly: "Mr. Yan is not going to call the door, are you going to stay at the door of the Promise Sword Sect?"

Yan Rui glanced at the cold sword energy vortex at the entrance of the Promise Sword Sect with a black face, swallowed unnaturally, and felt that even if he borrowed the courage from the sky, he wouldn't dare to mess around here. .

If you don't pay attention, you will definitely be poked into a honeycomb.

"Your Majesty, why don't you try to shout?" Yan Rui suggested with hope.

Rong Xian's expression suddenly drooped, she said with a calm face: "Mr. Yan, are you giving me advice?"

Yan Rui: "...Don't dare."

Rong Yu almost laughed at this persuasive appearance.

Yan Rui doesn't think he is persuaded. He is clearly #识时务者为俊杰#.

Under Rong Xian's close gaze, Yan Rui walked slowly and slowly to the entrance of Jianzong.

Sword Sect is in a small secret realm. The entrance of the secret realm is wrapped in infinite sword energy. Generally, no one is rushing to die.

Yan Rui was crying, feeling that he was the first person to rush to death.

"Yes, is anyone there?" Yan Rui stammered toward the Jian Qi Vortex.

Rong Xian said casually: "Mr. Yan's voice is so small, is there a problem with his throat?"

Yan Rui's eyes lit up, as if thinking of a way to escape, he nodded and said: "You are right, I somehow today, my voice is a little uncomfortable..."

"I think you might need Yu'er to hammer two punches." Rong Xian lowered his eyes and looked at him blankly.

Yan Rui's face twitched, almost forgetting that this majesty is still a doctor.

He changed his words angrily: "No, Rui means that Rui's voice is uncomfortable, and he may need to shout for treatment."

This desire to survive can be said to be very strong.

Rong Yu: ‘...’ It’s a bit of a shock.

Rong Xian raised her chin, which was a bit obvious.

Yan Rui froze, closed his eyes with a tragic look and shouted: "May I have a sword at home?"

The voice fell, and the air was silent for a moment.

Rong Xian was silent for a moment, and raised his forehead: "Mr. Yan, did you forget your mind on the cloud boat?"

Yan Rui is also embarrassed. He just said the wrong thing because of nervousness.

But looking at the quiet scene around him, he has become more courageous.

Yan Rui coughed lightly, suffocating a breath and just about to shout again, a cold voice said abruptly: "There are swords here and there are people, which sword are you looking for, which one?"

Yan Rui's words immediately suffocated in his throat, almost suffocating him.

He hurriedly raised his head and looked forward, only to see a light curtain emerging from the whirlpool. In the light curtain, a young man in a white robe was looking at them coldly, as if there was no life in front of him. Of the dead.

Rong Yu stepped forward, smiling with grace and elegance, and said: "We are friends of Mr. Ning Sanjianning and Mr. Yun Changshengyun. We haven't seen each other for a long time. We want to meet them to reminisce about the past."

The youth's expression eased, and he said, "It turns out that I was looking for Brother Ning and Brother Yun. I don't know how the two brothers met with you. They have just returned from Nanrong."