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On the earth, in the center of NY, in the ruins, Qin Yu looked at the demon monk who appeared.

Since I have greeted you, there are back and forth.

Face to face, between four or five meters, the two of them fell silent at the same time.

After a while, Qin Yu's eyes swept over him, fluttering and thoughtful.

"I never thought you would become bald."

This demon monk was obviously the ruling boss of the small plane of the earth. Seeing the evil spirit soaring into the sky, Qin Yu's light column point was the bald head.

Xuan Luobai was muttering in his heart, thinking that this group leader was really cool.

Of course, when she talked about this bald head.

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Xuan Luobai also quietly observed the monk's head of the demon monk.

This person is so incredibly more popular.

He is very good-looking enough, even if he shaved his head, he looks crazy.

He thought about if he shaved his head.

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Xuan Luobai's golden wall went online without hesitation and said to him.

--spiced corned egg.

Xuan Luobai: "．．”

If you can't afford to offend, you can't afford to offend. Now the second generation of immortals have no human rights and no dignity.

He should just record the video, he can't move anyway.

"Three thousand worries are gone." The demon monk said slowly, slowly tugging the Buddhist beads in his hand, and looking at Qin Yu, "You have also changed a lot."

Qin Yu: "Time is the best at polishing people, and even stubborn stones can damage the edges and corners, let alone I am just a mere mortal."

Monk: "Do you still think you are a mortal?"

Qin Yu: "Any chess piece is a mortal."

The conversation between the two was neither salty nor light, but the surroundings were still, and everyone could hear it, but they could not react. Qin Yu paused and added: "It is not important to you whether I am a mortal or not. What is important is... you don't think I am the original Qin Yu."

On the battlefield, the sky is empty and flat, and the wind is coming.

The cassock fluttered, and the hem of Qin Yu's black robe also fluttered with the wind.

"I remember you once liked a sentence."

"It is impossible for a person to experience the same river twice."

This sentence was indeed mentioned by Qin Yu, and I remember it even though the Golden Wall, but this demon monk knew Qin Yu very well.

It seems to be to the bone.

"Time is passing, people are not the same person as before, and rivers are not the same river as before."

The demon monk raised his hand and looked at the round and smooth Buddhist beads in his hand. His slender and pale fingers slowly twisted the beads one by one.

"Mei Jinlin is dead, Mei Jinlin is no longer Mei Jinlin."

It became dust.

He seemed to be telling Qin Yu something, Qin Yu glanced at him and replied.

"Qin Yu is no longer Qin Yu, because Qin Yu is dead."

Qin Yu mentioned that "Qin Yu is dead", and the demon monk's clear pupils seemed to have a demonic aura. Looking at her, he was deeply impressed.

"I know."

Seeing that he was understatement, Qin Yu suddenly laughed. His smile was very simple, but extremely beautiful, and he was introverted.

But this restraint seems to be released inch by inch.

"I know! These three words are really annoying." Qin Yu smiled, his eyebrows were already nine out of ten, and his movements were much greater than that of Yege who successfully became a god.

The dust seemed to be crushed, and it rolled silently because of the crush.

The air became very clean.

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Because the excess was crushed to the lowest point of the ground, who would care about their rolling and struggle?

Qin Yu cares.

She was looking at the dust.

"Because there are always people who are born to not know."

She raised her eyes and looked at the demon monk.

At this glance, the monk saw himself.

He asked, "What do you don't know?"

When he asked, he walked over.

"I don't know what is weak, what is suffering, what is not able to die, and what is not able to survive."

The demon monk walked up to her. When he took two steps, Qin Yu stretched out his hand and his eyebrows were condensed by nine out of ten! It was almost perfect.

The palms are subtle, and the dust on the ground condenses, bringing together an ordinary and simple sword.

The tip of the sword pressed against the monk's chest.

The heart is in the center.

But through the cassock, the material of the cassock was slightly sunken.

Her sentence just now was so profound, but she was a little careless, and she added: "That sentence just now was so pretentious and just a joke. You and I are not a good person. After all, when you are the most innocent, I am the most deceitful."

The demon monk lowered his eyes: "When some people joke, they are actually telling the truth, and when they tell the truth, they are actually joking."

Qin Yu: "It's just acting."

Very idle chat.

This scene also fell into the eyes of the gods all over the sky.

It was so weird. I didn't expect these two people to talk calmly and not fight.

I didn't expect that they would be so close during the conversation.

Unexpectedly, at close range, Qin Yu drew his sword and stabbed him in the chest, but he didn't.

It was like just to let him stop there.

"You used your relationship with Mei Jinlin in this plane early to enter this plane. You influenced him, bewitched him, and occasionally replaced him, and did a lot of things, why?"

Qin Yu was naturally chatting, and the demon monk cooperated with her, because probably after they all understood that after the conversation, there would be one person between them in this life.

"To see you."

"See if I am the original Qin fish or another Qin fish?"

Monk: "Yes."

Qin Yu glanced at him deeply, and turned the sword in his hand slightly, "Look, this is another place I hate. Is it because I live in this world to let you judge what it is?"

Her words are sharp, but her temperament is as spiritual as a breeze and drizzle.

"Your anger is so heavy." The evil monk was full of evil spirit, and his tone became gentle.

Both of them are very conflicted.

The contradiction is like a sword, crossing between them.

"Only when the anger is sharp, only when the hatred is heavy."

"Then do you hate each other?"

The demon monk held his hands together, held the Buddhist beads, and asked indifferently.

Qin Yu lowered his eyes, smiled at the corner of his mouth, stabbed the sword into an inch, and broke a mouth of the cassock. The sword into the skin, but there was no blood.

He is no longer a mortal.

God.

Maybe it didn't hurt, so he looked calm, but his eyes were very deep.
To be continued...