Heroic Death System

The time available to clear a pot of mushroom soup was finally determined to be amnesia.

The ferry failed, and the past dust dissipated as if it were a new life. This is undoubtedly a good start for Sankoh.

Yan kills and drinks soup, staring at Sang.

Jean-Claude doesn't know he drinks soup. What do you mean, staring at him?

Drinking a pot of soup clean, Yan swallowed slowly and said, "I think you're better off. ”

Honjong won't let you eat it! It's sad enough to turn into a mushroom, okay? There's a guy around who always thinks about eating you, and this guy will really eat him in the future!

It is felt that if he is to be cultivated into a generation of gods, it is necessary to correct his distorted outlook on life and worldview by making this faintly emotional man aware of all the good things in the world.

Therefore, it could be decided decisively to take him on a journey to seek fairy questions while experiencing life, punishing evil and enlightening the glow of humanity.

A few days later, everything could be stored in a storage ring, and after saying goodbye to all the mushrooms in the cave, he took the yam with him on his way.

“Hurry up, Xia Liangcheng will be here soon.” You can turn around and say hello to the goats behind you.

The yan slaughter slowly followed behind, quietly staring at the still vibrant back. Although he doesn't remember anything, he is very familiar with the smell of the person in front of him. I never knew how many days and nights he was with me.

Yan wants to know, did he grow this mushroom before? You used to be good at growing mushrooms? There is actually a mushroom essence that can be turned into a human form. (Shanko: Oh, think too much.

Yan sprang his right foot and instantly appeared beside him, smelling the mushrooms and walking alongside him.

It can be repaired today, albeit not high, but it can be done at short distances, but with yam, you can only choose to walk. After the Yan Ferry failed, it was repaired to nothing. But his flesh has been quenched by the Eight Heavenly Robberies, he has been stripped to change bones, the former cultivated demons once destroyed, and then he has been cleansed by various spirits, the body's spiritual energy is self-reliant, full of great sanity.

In other words, Yan has the flesh of the Demon King and the spiritual roots of the Immortal Family. With his qualities, he will be able to cultivate any kind of correct technique in the future.

Looks like he can walk the path of becoming a divine monarch as long as he finds a good kung fu for him. And the reality is always brutal.

Xia Liangcheng is a remote small town with a population of less than 50,000, but between the Qingshan Xiu Shu Shui, the spiritual energy is plentiful, often mountain people collect Xianzhi Linggrass, so the cultivators occasionally come here to tap the treasure.

In disguise, he could walk in the crowd. Xu Xu Xu introduced the situation in Xia Liangcheng. Yan carelessly looked to his right and looked forward. When he saw something he liked on the stall next to him, he reached for it. By the time it was discoverable, the guy had a fan in his left hand, a few tassels and hangings on his arm, and a fruit in his right hand, chewing.

“Did you pay for these things?" asked Jean-Claude. ”

“What is money?” Yan does not know what money is, but does not care at all. In his opinion, anything he can take, it's his.

“Buying and selling, buying and selling, trading in goods is fair, how can you not ask yourself?” Jean-Claude pulled him back, “we went to pay for these things. ”

Yan couldn't help but follow Sangkou and see if he was tired of finding the owners of the various vendors, paying all the money.

Jean-Claude looked at his wallet and just now these things cost him half of his fortune.

He said to Yan, "Find a way to make money in the future, or you'll have to sit and eat the mountain sky. ”

“No, just a few people.” Yan's eyes turned to a few gorgeous dressed people, fading away, “these people are fat, their body is depressed, they must usually be greedy to enjoy themselves, take away their money, and perhaps keep them alive a little longer. ”

Shanko: "… that's also people's money, it's wrong for us to rob it. ”

“You're a mushroom. Why are you more behaving than I am?” Yan slashed a glance at him.

Does it have anything to do with his mushrooms? Besides, where are you? You were born to destroy the world, okay?

There is no saying yet: "Why do we have to resort to illegitimate means of what can be obtained by legitimate means?" ”

'Cause it's the simplest and most straightforward. ”The Yan slaughter comes back as it should be.

Shannon finally realizes how wrong the guy's three views are. He feels sincerely that it is right to bully others and take advantage of them...

Instead of setting foot in the city, the two chose a place to stay in the mountain forests outside the city.

It turns into mushrooms, usually mainly absorbing grass and tree essence, as well as cereals, legumes, nuts, cabbage and other foods. In the other world, it is vitamin B1 supplementation.

And Yan, this non-human non-demon guy, has also opened a valley, if you want to eat, you can eat or not. He recently wanted to eat mushrooms and asked to continue stewing mushroom soup for him.

In the evening, you can find a bunch of wild mushrooms and turn them into a mushroom blend with the same color as they are. This saves space and makes it easy to cultivate, but also provides good protection.

Yet Yan can find him at a glance, and once he does, he likes to stare at him blindly.

The mushroom can tremble and lean towards a large mushroom next to it, hiding in the shadow of a large mushroom.

Yan was somewhat dissatisfied and reached out to remove the large mushroom, which could once again be exposed to someone's starving gaze.

Mushrooms: "…”

Yan seemed not to be enough and removed all the mushrooms around him, leaving only one mushroom standing alone on the trunk of the tree.

Mushroom: “…”

How much does this guy owe?! Can't he just quietly make a little mushroom?

I can't stand it any longer. I can't take it anymore. I can't take it anymore. Yan immediately picked up the clothes on the ground, wrapped them around him, and placed them in his arms, rubbing them, well, it was still so good, smelling and feeling.

“What are your hands doing?” Ask yet.

“Touch the mushroom. ”

"What do you have to touch? I'm like you when I'm a human. ”

“Not at all.” Yan, touch and control, “your hair is softer than mine, your body is thinner than mine, your skin is whiter than mine, your legs are thinner than mine, this... is also smaller than mine. ”

Yan stared at Sangkou's legs - between them, "It looks just like your body...”

Jean-Claude is outraged! Where is it almost? Almost there, okay?

He broke out of Yan's arms and miso jumped a few times onto the top of a tree, then turned into a mushroom, arrogant of the stars.

Yan catches the flowing shirt and falls into contemplation. Will he be removed, or will he be removed?

At this moment, there is sudden noise of struggle and outrage coming from afar.

Still can go according to fame, only the sword light flashes over there, the spiritual energy disorder, it seems that a group of practitioners are fighting.

Yan also heard a noise, leaping on the tree tops, squatting on the trunk beside Sangkou and watching the battle from a distance.

It appeared that five practitioners were hunting down three practitioners, three of whom were clearly invincible and soon defeated. One of them stood up with a sword and left two companions to flee in the other direction. All but one of the five were seriously injured and all four chased after them.

“Go, go check it out.” Humanity can be restored, clothes can be picked up on the floor, and then quickly swept over there.

Yan slaughter naturally follows.

Only three people remained at the scene of the fighting, one dead and the other two seriously wounded.

Jean-Claude walked up to one of the wounded and asked, "Are you okay? Do you have any medicine on you? ”

When the injured man saw Sankoh, his eyes flashed with amazement, and he looked back and took out a bottle of medicine from the storage ring.

Then he could take a pill from it and feed it to him. Then he turned around, ready to heal another wounded man, and saw Yan squatting aside, indifferent and devoid.

Not thinking too much, he walked over to check on the injured person and found that he had died of extinction.

Yan removed the deceased's stockpile, detected it with divine senses, and then put it into his own sac.

Jean-Claude opened his mouth and was trying to educate him. He thought it was repair. □ □ Even if they didn't take the things of the dead, others would take them. Though he hoped that the yam would go the right way, sometimes it could not be too corrupt.

It has not been discovered that the deceased had a needle lobe inserted into his neck. Instead of dying of serious injuries, the man was stabbed in the trachea by a needle leaf picked up by the yam.

“Cough, thank you both for your help.” The man who had just been drugged sat up on his chest and his face had recovered a little bit of blood.

“You're welcome, it's just a show of hands.” Jean smiled at him.

The man's expression flashed, the teenager's white purple shirt in front of him, light posture, a clear and unrivalled face, a slightly lazy eye with a slightly curly corner of his eyes, with a few glamour. Smile, like the sky of Caixia, dazzling.

“In Yu Wenjie, I wonder what you two call it?” He asked about two people, but his eyes were always on one person.

“In Shinko, this is Yan.” The reason why Yan Cao dared to report the name "Yan" was because the realm of nowadays has long forgotten the old demon. Even if anyone remembers, most of them only remember his nickname "Yale Demon Dignity”.

Shanko asked Yu Wenjie again about what had happened.

Yu Wenjie came from Feixing Sword Pie and was instructed to escort a treasure to Yunxiao City. Unexpectedly, there were four brothers killed in the attack by other practitioners along the way, leaving him and the brother who had just fled.

“You are seriously hurt and need to take good care of yourself," asked Jean-Claude. "I wonder what you intend to do next? ”

Yu Wenjie laughed bitterly: "Several of the same door died tragically in the hands of the thieves. The next person may not be able to trace the whereabouts of the treasure. Please also send me to the nearest town so that I can notify the others to come and help. ”

“No problem." Shows a brilliant smile.

Let's start by helping this unfortunate fellow Daoist set up the right three views for Yan.