Heroic Death System

By the time the mind can be restored again, it has entered the next world, the soul merges with a mushroom, automatically absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, and begins to practice slowly.

Has he arrived in the world where the slaughter took place?

Training progress 67%, expected to be able to morph within 30 years.] System friendly reminder.

Thirty years... when I thought I was going to be a mushroom for 30 years, I felt a little dizzy.

Did he cross before he met Yan?

[We are now in the thirty years after the slaughter has passed through the heavens and advanced to the Divine Monarch.

You can still hear the words, the joy in your heart, and then you start to feel sad again. Haven't you entered the divine kingdom of Yan Killing? I'm still a little mushroom that can't even be molded. How long will I have to cultivate to find him?

[Dear host, rest assured that Yan forcibly pillaged the host after his‘ death ', which led to the incursion of the demon, the killing wrapped around him, and the repair was greatly reduced. He is still wandering in the realm of repair.

What's going on? Where is he now? Ignoring the tragedy of misfortune in the tone of the system, he wished to know what was happening in Yan.

[Dear host, you can practise in peace now, and find him after you can shape.] The system left this sentence behind and hid it.

Think about it, try to use your spirituality to find traces of the slaughter. With his current strength, spirituality can only cover a radius of 5,000 meters. However, he was not discouraged and searched every day for areas he could reach. Day after day, it never stops.

Two months later, he was finally found outside a small town. But he's almost too afraid to admit what he looks like at the moment.

Once handsome, known as "hidden”, the yam is now dressed, bearded, and roaming the mountains in horror. Being a high god, he was supposed to be revered by all, but now he is bullied, living like a beggar.

Sankoh's spiritual consciousness has been following him, watching him unconsciously experience the warmth of the world, the wind, the food and lodging, wandering around, the heartache can not be aggravated.

After a month of endurance, Shanko finally couldn't bear, decided to forcibly shape!

[Dear host, Forced shape will seriously affect future cultivation, please consider carefully.] Alert the system in due course.

Thirty years to complete shaping, how can you let Yan float wildly for thirty years? Hundreds of years of repair in exchange for decades of leisure is also worth it.

Deciding on his ideas, he could ignore the systemic discouragement and begin to agglomerate demon dan and force evolution.

Three days later, the cliffside suddenly sparkled a glaring white light, and a blurred figure slowly condensed in the light, eventually turning into a handsome teenager.

The teenager is full of red luo, with short hair like snow dancing with the wind, elegant posture, elegant spiritual show, charming and natural.

This teenager is just as good as the mushrooms that have just been transformed into success. He used his powers to illuminate himself with a set of clothes for temporary use as a cover.

At this moment, the corner of the eye glimpses a white shadow flashing through, fixing his eyes, and is, of course, a tumbling bunny. It leaped a few times, and the arrows jumped into Jean-Claude's arms, biting him in the neck.

Where did this come from, Funny Rabbit? You can grab it by the ear and pull it off your neck: “Are you here to open it for me? ”

The rabbit opened his teeth and danced his claws, looking fierce.

“I'm a mushroom now, but I'm not free to eat any rabbit.” Watch it despisingly, "don't think our mushroom family is bullied, I've rushed out of the food chain to a height you rabbits can't reach. ”

The rabbit didn't know if he understood, muttered, and gradually stopped struggling.

Let it go. "Lucky for you, I've been eating vegetarian meat lately. I'm not interested in rabbit meat. Go play with yourself. ”

After that, you can stop ignoring it and follow the location of the yam.

Yan is carrying three sacks of sandstone at this moment, driven by the foreman, walking with other laborers to the shore in an obscure manner. Two days ago, the foreman saw him strong and stupid, bringing him back as a free labor force. It turns out that he not only has a lot of strength and responsibility, but he doesn't have to pay for it and eats very little, which is what every foreman dreams of.

With him joining, the efficiency of the work has been multiplied, and his share of the wages is also owned by the foreman.

Silly Yan Killing didn't realize he was being taken advantage of, so long as he didn't grab his ring, it didn't matter what he did.

When Jean could find him, he was lying in the middle of a pile of sweaty rough men, staring straight into the grass shed above.

Lie down! How the hell did you make yourself so miserable?

Shannon rushed over, hugging Yan: “Finally found you. ”

Then, you can take the yam and leave the site, walk out of the town and go straight into the mountain forest.

When he came to the lake, he could take off his broken clothes and drag him into the lake and start cleaning him up.

The long, straight black hair of Yan is now covered with oil and dirt, tangled like straw, beard around the corner of the mouth, as if covered with a layer of dirt. It can be scrubbed for half a day to barely restore its original appearance.

Throughout the process, Yan was very cooperative, or he had no sense of resistance at all.

You can wash him while you feel sour for him. It took an hour to wash him clean and glorious. Change your clothes to reveal the old days.

“Yan, let's settle in this mountain. ”

You have walked too many paths, killed too many people and suffered too much, so don't ignore the world's strife, enjoy life at leisure, practice slowly in isolation.

Bamboo is still available to build a tea dorm in the mountains as a habitat for two people.

It's late at night. Suddenly feeling weak and flashing, it suddenly disappeared into place, leaving only a pile of scattered clothes.

In the blink of his eyes, Yan discovered that he was still missing, and his eyes flashed with panic, wandering about.

“Here, here.” Sankoh's voice came from below.

Yan looked down and saw a little white mushroom standing in the yard and shook his head at him: "Don't worry, I'll turn into a mushroom every few days, absorb the air, nurture the essence, and the next day I can reshape. ”

Yan slowly lay down, leaning against the little mushroom, looking at him without turning a blind eye.

“Don't lie here and go back to sleep.” You can tell him.

Yan looked at him without blinking, as if he had not heard.

“Well, if you're happy, next time I'll remember to plant myself in the house. ”

Night breeze routine, quiet all around.

After a long time, the silent yam suddenly whispered in a dull voice: “Little mushroom, you are a little mushroom...”

With a certain amount of joy in the voice and a certain amount of love, as if it had drifted for a long time, finally found its place...

The next day, he could revamp himself into a human form, change his clothes for the earthy slaughter, and take him to the mountains to collect wild tea, collect some shared timber, food, minerals, etc., and fill their tea dormitories.

The big shadow mountains are full of trees and spiritual energy, and are filled with natural materials and earthly treasures. Of course, these heavenly materials and earthly treasures are intended only for ordinary mortals, and in the eyes of the practitioner, spirits that have grown for less than a hundred years are basically like vegetable mountain stones.

Without pursuing extraordinary decorum, everything is casual, and the result is that a basket is simply not enough. Yu glanced at Yan's storage ring and asked casually: "Can I borrow your storage ring? ”

Yan quickly held his hand into a fist and received his chest, looking nervous for fear of being robbed.

“Don't be so mean. I'm just borrowing it. I'm not taking it.” It was funny to discuss it with him.

Yan grabbed his eyebrows and hesitated for half a day, eventually reaching out to Shangko.

Jean can smile and hold his hand. This storage ring is still the one he used before, and the ban hasn't changed. You can still read your mind and enter the ring unhindered by your consciousness. Immediately afterwards, he was stunned by mountains of mushrooms stored in storage.

You can look up at the yam and gleam a little silver in your eyes.

Yan's face is still confused and he has no idea of the shaking of his heart.

“Come on, go home.” The ring was not used, but held on to Yan's hand and took him in the direction of home.

In the evening, a rich dinner is served with fresh ingredients that can still be collected. Though the yan slaughter has long passed the valley season, it is also good to taste purely natural and unpolluted wild flavors occasionally. After the meal, make a cup of fresh tea, put it in the green water of the green mountains, smell the grass and flowers, as if it merges with nature, even smooth.

Yan seems to like this feeling too, leaning beside Shang Co with hot tea, squeezing his eyes and feeling comfortable.

He was able to examine his body, his repair was much reduced, and his energy was impure and he was dysfunctional. This is also one of the reasons why he was disoriented. Unfortunately, he is currently not strong enough to guide him. But they have plenty of time to take care of it.

The two of them officially began their indisputable secluded lives, and the first thing they could do every day was to get Yan dressed up and take him to the mountains to hunt for treasure. When you come back, you can either set up a yard, or you can cook food, or you can refine your utensils, or you can catch a flute… at night you turn into a little mushroom, sleeping with the slaughter.

After a few days of getting along, Yan's slaughter grew closer and closer from the initial stranger, following Sangkok almost like a shadow.

Half a month later, the Sangkou tea dormitory was finally renovated. All kinds of items were complete, the bamboo leaves swayed, the breeze was refreshing, the flowers in the courtyard were clustered and the aroma was pleasant. The bamboo tower stands quietly between the mountains and you can sometimes hear a string of crisp wind chimes.

Yan Jiao sits on the stone bench of the bamboo pavilion and looks at Sangkou, who is picking up tea.

“Little mushroom? ”

“Hmm?”

“hey hey. ”

Yes: “…”

This angelic smile is really hard to say...