"If you don't draw a tiger, you won't get a dog, you won't get a dog, you won't get a person, you won't get a dog."

The figure of the traitor slowly appeared. His clothes were floating like a banished immortal, his eyes were cold like a pool of stagnant water. Especially when he saw the corpse that had been sucked dry, his eyes became even colder, and a murderous aura was faintly brewing in it.

"Senior Brother, I'm fine. I have no other losses except for some skin trauma. It's just this cultivation..." The Dufa, who looked dull, said with a dull look on his face and said a little hesitant.

Du Jie's eyes fell on Liu Muqing, with a complicated expression. He waved his hand to Du Fa and said, "No need to say it, let's talk about all this when the master comes back, but before this I still need to go to the Xia family in Mucheng. Since I want to kill my disciples in Tianwang Temple, I must be prepared to pay the price!"

Dufa looked at Du Jie with murderous aura on his face, not knowing how to persuade him. He also knew in his heart that even if he persuaded him, it would be useless. Du Jie had already become murderous. The Xia family in Mucheng must give him an explanation, otherwise the end of the matter would be destruction.

Liu Muqing felt that he had a very long dream and dreamed of many things, the past, the past, the past, the past, but gradually he could not see clearly the people around him. Everyone became blurred and unclear in front of him, and it seemed that he was getting farther and farther away from these people.

"Are you afraid of death?" A faint voice sounded in Liu Muqing's heart. It was not considered a question or a question. It was just a simple question, but it was unbearable to refuse.

"I..." Liu Muqing was about to answer yes, but suddenly stopped. He thought a lot, especially after he traveled from the earth to this world, he asked himself if he was really afraid of death?

"No, I don't seem to be afraid of death. I have lived in this world for eighteen years, but I have never regarded this place as my home. I am a native of the earth, not a person here, I am a Chinese, not a Xia country. I like computers, fast food, basketball, but I don't like it here. I... I am really... not afraid of death, because I want to... go home!"

Liu Muqing murmured to herself, feeling like a wanderer who had been studying abroad for many years, and her longing for her hometown was in pain.

"Hey! You should be afraid of death. Only those who are afraid of death will cherish life more and know the value of life more. Only in this way can you reach the end or return to your hometown!" The faint voice sounded again, as if persuading Liu Muqing.

"Fear of death? Cherish life? If this happens, can I go home?"

The endless darkness disappeared, replaced by brilliant light. Countless beams of light shone on him so hard that he could not open his eyes. It took a while before he could slowly see the surroundings.

"Is this where? Is the Hall of Hell?" Liu Muqing woke up faintly, looked around inexplicably, murmured.

"Do you think I look like a cow's head and a horse's face?"

Suddenly a voice came into his mind, and a big black head came into his sight the next moment. It looked very abstract and the taste was not that good.

Liu Muqing subconsciously retreated, but when he saw it again, he couldn't help but feel happy. This big head was not someone else, but his third senior brother Du Qing.

"So that... I'm not dead? Who saved me? Senior Brother Du Qing, did you save me?" Liu Muqing was ecstatic and reached out to grab Du Qing's big black head and asked happily.

Du Qing hurriedly dodged away, shook his head and said, "I don't know this. You can ask the elder brother, he brought you, but according to what he said, it was not him who saved you. You were rescued when he went, and the witch had already died and disappeared!"

"Is that so? How did she die?" Liu Muqing felt that things were extremely bizarre and asked subconsciously, but the answer to him was Du Qing's big eyes rolling.

Liu Muqing sat up slowly, and couldn't help but feel that what happened this time was bizarre and strange. For a moment, he really thought that he was about to end. The fragility of life and the cruelty of cultivation made him cherish everything he had now. At this time, he thought of Ji Qiangwei, and wanted to see her, worried about whether she was injured.

"Senior brother, where is Qiangwei? Why didn't I see her? Was she injured?" Liu Muqing couldn't help but ask with some concern.

Du Qing's face changed slightly, and she said to Liu Muqing with sympathy: "Hey! Junior brother, your concubine has not come back. We searched all over the radius of several miles, but we didn't see her. Later, it was the senior brother who used the secret technique to find your token. There were no traces of fighting around, and it seemed that he had been thrown away!"

After saying that, Du Qingjing handed him a token, which was the token he handed over to Ji Qiangwei in desperation.

"You...you mean... Ji Qiangwei abandoned me while I was robbed and killed?" Liu Muqing looked at the token in her hand, and her heart couldn't help but sink, as if she fell into a deep abyss.

Although Ji Qiangwei is nominally his concubine, he never treats him as a concubine. He likes this son and daughter of the world, and she can wait for her to come back every time. After a few months, the two got along well. They thought they had a good impression of each other, but they didn't expect that they were just wishful thinking.

"Haha..." Liu Muqing's mouth was filled with a hint of bitterness, and the pain in his heart was like a needle. Compared with the pain in his body, the scar in his heart made him feel heartbroken.

The moon rises to the willows. Willow wood green lies quietly on the roof of the Beichan Temple, looking at the bright moon in the sky, dazed in the bright starry sky, with a blank and unconscious eyes, as if it had lost its soul.

The breeze drifted by, and a figure slowly appeared in front of the willow wood green, which was a white dress to survive the disaster.

He smiled with a smile on his lips, his eyes kept looking at Liu Muqing, and his smile gradually became stronger, as if he had seen something particularly ridiculous.

Liu Muqing turned his head blankly and looked at the other party, without any emotional upsurge, and said coldly: "Are you here to laugh at me for coming? It doesn't matter if you continue!"

"Tsk!Tsk!Tsk!" Du Jie made a strange sound, and he shook his head and walked around Liu Muqing, and then said, "Our lively and cute little junior brother is actually depressed. Didn't he just lose a concubine? As for you to be so sad? Do you know that in this world of cultivation, concubines are actually the most insignificant people. They may be sent out by their masters at any time or absorbed as furnaces and cauldrons!"

"Those people are beasts. Do you think I will be the same as them?" Liu Muqing suddenly felt a burst of evil fire in his heart, and he said to Du Jie coldly.

"I'm not strong and have a bad temper. It seems that this incident did not make you realize the cruelty of the cultivation world. If you continue to do this, you will die miserably one day!" After the disaster, he squatted on the rubble leisurely, looking at the horizon and said.

"Die?" Liu Muqing was stunned, then smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, I have wanted to die a long time ago. I want to go back to my hometown. I want to go and see my parents again!"

"I don't even care about life and death, it's hard for you to succeed!"
Chapter completed!