In the next world, it's useless

Chapter 29 Autumn Snow

Dao Guizhou is indeed a professional skipping class.

Every time Yue Qing taught him sword moves, he would indeed die.

But this does not mean that he is a waste like a certain system.

Every move he made was cleaner and even sharper than the last one.

With an unstoppable energy, Qiu Shui's sword tip barely brushed against the nose tip of the opponent's mask several times.

Dao Guizhou swung his sword again, and brushed the opponent's neck straight: "Where is the child who came with me?"

The man paused, but Dao Guizhou didn't stop, instead he slashed instead of chopping, but the opponent's strength was obviously superior to his, and it was another avoidance.

Dao Guizhou frowned.

He couldn't understand why the opponent could only dodge the move.

"You mean him?" He heard the ghost-faced man say in a hoarse voice, "Of course it's in my hands."

Dao Guizhou's expression sank, and his spiritual power gathered on the autumn water, adding a bit of sky blue halo to the autumn water.

When his sword fell, the ghost-masked man didn't hide any more, but caught the sword in his hand firmly.

The blade just landed on his palm, but it didn't cut his hand.

Dao Guizhou stared at the hand that was as thin as a dry bone, and heard him continue: "You can want him. You can choose between these five children and him."

Dao Guizhou smiled slightly: "Stupid."

There is only one person in the world who can ask him such a terrible question.

The rest dared to let him do this choice...

Dao Guizhou said:)

He pulled out the sword violently, leaving a shallow scar on the ghost-masked man's hand.

Dao Guizhou frowned slightly.

It just didn't feel right.

It's like cutting down a tree.

The ghost-masked man didn't even look at his bleeding palm, only to see Dao Guizhou holding his sword, and before he could stop him, Dao Guizhou cut his palm decisively.

The hollowed-out silver ball on his left wrist also swayed slightly with his movements, making a tinkling sound.

The moment the blood dripped on the ground, the air pressure in the entire secret room dropped several degrees.

The ghost-masked man shuddered uncontrollably.

Dao Guizhou, who was so painful that he wanted to grin his teeth but had to hold back, took a deep breath in his heart.

Then he forcibly supported the coldness and arrogance on his face, without showing any heart-piercing painful expression.

【Thanks for your hard work. 】

Dao Guizhou: ... I thank you.

He clenched his fist with his left hand, and the spiritual power wrapped in blood dripped on Qiushui's scabbard.

I saw the dark red liquid mixed with the sky blue spiritual power, flowing down the complicated carvings.

Dao Guizhou's face was a little pale.

This time, the temperature in the entire secret room has actually dropped.

After all, when Dao Guizhou's blood and spiritual power dripped down the sword and fell to the ground, instead of splashing blood like just now, it turned into red snowflakes.

Daogui Zhou let go of the Qiushui, but the Qiushui didn't land on the ground, but floated in front of him.

I saw white mist rising from behind him, gradually converging into a human form.

The woman in white floated behind him, her white hair almost blending into the dress.

Even her eyebrows and eyelashes are white, and her skin is even more bloodless, so white that it is somewhat transparent.

The woman's arms wrapped around Daoguizhou's neck, and she folded her hands gently on Daoguizhou's chest.

She was floating in the air, but she didn't open her eyes, as if this world had nothing to do with her, and she only guarded the person she surrounded.

That beautiful pretty face was indifferent, without any fluctuations in expression.

"Autumn Snow."

Dao Guizhou could see the woman's hand falling on him, but he couldn't feel the slightest weight.

Following his call, the woman slowly opened her eyes.

Those eyes were ice blue, with an inhuman coldness, just one glance made the ghost-masked man take a step back.

"Sorry." Dao Guizhou's voice was a little weak: "I disturbed your dream."

Ouch.

Dao Guizhou didn't actually want to say this.

He just felt that it was rare to let Sister Jianling out for a walk, but because he was still a humble sixth-level qi practitioner, Sister Jianling's body was weak.

Couldn't even speak at all.

he,

Probably the most useless master in this cultivation world.

Hey woo woo woo.

He is sorry for such a beautiful young lady.

Qiuxue didn't speak, but let go of Daoguizhou, grasped the autumn water floating in front of Daoguizhou vaguely, turned into a white light and stepped forward.

As a sword spirit, Qiuxue's control over Qiushui is much higher than that of Daoguizhou.

Not to mention that Qiu Xue is well-known in the world of sword spirits.

Her moves were faster and more violent than Dao Guizhou's.

I saw Qiu Shui drawing an afterimage in the air, and the first move split the mask of the ghost-masked man in two.

The ghost-masked man hastily pulled down his black robe and lowered his head to avoid Dao Guizhou's sight, but Qiu Xue's unstoppable sword still exposed the ghost-masked man to Dao Guizhou's eyes.

Dao Guizhou stopped for a moment.

This face entertained him and Ziming last night.

I stuffed a few meat buns for him today.

Just now, he followed his instructions to take care of other children in the village.

"It's really you..."

He stretched out his arm to support the wall, the wound on his left hand was still bleeding: "Village Chief."

This unchanging villain law is nothing new.

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The village head dodged sideways, sighed, and said nothing.

But when Qiu Xue attacked again, he didn't just dodge blindly, but stretched out his hand.

I saw his hands turned into countless bare branches in an instant, and rushed straight towards Qiuxue.

Qiu Xue slashed down with her sword expressionless, but Dao Guizhou's face became more and more ugly, and even his lips turned pale.

He supported his body, and because of the excessive loss of spiritual power, he also felt the cold of winter at this moment.

Dao Guizhou exhaled, and the white mist dissipated in the air.

He was already in a semi-comatose state.

But it's still winter.

The underlying coldness did keep his other half awake, but it also made his body a little stiff.

If another enemy comes at this time...

Daogui Zhou's heart is cool, the night is like a river of my own thoughts.

【...Have you forgotten what your essence is? 】

Daoguizhou: ...

No sir.

If you want to use your bad luck physique at this time...

Dao Guizhou thought that he could stay on the spot and shut himself up.

As soon as Daoguizhou finished despairing, he felt that there seemed to be something behind him.

He looked back suddenly, and was about to use up the last bit of spiritual power in his body to fight, but he only saw a black shadow, and then fell into a coma.

It's still the kind of coma that doesn't have time to think.

The person who came was wearing a black robe and a ghost mask with blue fangs.

He caught him with one hand, took him into his arms, and whispered with a low smile: "It's still so sharp."

He paused, his eyes fell on Dao Guizhou's bleeding left hand, his deep eyes were a little cold.

He looked up at Qiu Xue and the village chief, and saw Qiu Xue was about to attack him after cutting off the village chief's branch.

He only glanced at Qiushui in Qiuxue's hand, the runes carved on Qiushui's scabbard turned slightly, before the sword spirit reached him, it was sucked back into the sword, and then Qiushui fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Your Highness."

The village chief knelt on one knee, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"I seem to have said that?" The man picked up Dao Guizhou's left hand with his other hand, and gently kissed the palm of his hand.

The dark red liquid stained his lips and the sides of his face, adding a bit of coquettishness to his fair face: "If it hurts him at all..."

"This subordinate knows his mistake!" Before he finished speaking, the village chief understood everything.

He slammed his head on the ground, his voice was no longer hoarse like Tongdao Guizhou's, but returned to normal: "Let the lord dispose of it."

The man licked the blood on his lips, then tore off his sleeve and bandaged it for Dao Guizhou.

This kind of wound from the spirit sword cannot be healed by ordinary small spells.

It's not like he doesn't know how to perform powerful spells, but the devilish energy in his body...

"Go and meet Dong Nan."

He picked up Dao Guizhou horizontally, and said in a cold tone, "Protect him."

The village chief's body froze instantly.

The fear in his heart spread infinitely, and he could only bow his head in response.

He paused, and then said: "Where are the disciples who are with him?"

"In the room." The village chief said in a low voice, "still sleeping."

The man snorted lightly, waved his hand, and the village head retreated straight away.

He held Daoguizhou in his arms, without even looking at the sleeping children, he just walked inside.

The stone wall opened automatically when it sensed his breath, and he saw the young man in black clothes sitting on the stone bed and looking at him with an ugly expression.

The man didn't care, he just hugged the person in his arms tighter.

The two looked at each other for a moment, the young man's eyes fell on his left ring finger, and he smiled slightly when he saw the circles of hair.

And the man also smiled slightly when he saw the hollow silver ball on the boy's waist and on Daoguizhou's left wrist.

Neither of them spoke, but jealousy had already spread throughout the room.

Ziming landed on both feet and walked in front of the man.

His body shape is not much different from that of Guizhou, so he is a lot shorter than the man.

He only glanced at Dao Guizhou's hand, casually unwrapped the silk that the man had wrapped for Dao Guizhou, put his hand on it and turned his spiritual power slightly, and the somewhat hideous wound on Dao Guizhou's palm gradually healed.

The man had to hand over the person in his arms to him.

Ziming took out the broken star in his Qiankun bag and threw it to the man.

Broken Star glowed with blood again, and saw a vague figure appearing in the air: "...Master."

He seemed a little speechless: "I'm jealous of myself, I'm angry with myself...it's weird."

Ziming and the man turned their heads to look at him.

Even though the man's line of sight was blocked by the mask, the black figure still knew that the line of sight of the two men must be exactly the same cold, as if they were looking at a corpse.

Heiying didn't hesitate, anyway, he didn't have a body for his master to chop off: "You gave him his hair."

After saying this, he looked at Ziming: "Because you said that you are not good at Lingshan."

"The bead chain on his wrist was made by you and asked him to put it on himself." He looked at the man, "Because you are full of demonic energy and cannot enter Lingshan."

Heiying sighed faintly: "In the end, masters, you still have to return to the same body. What's the use of vinegar and sauerkraut now?"

say it...

It also damages the majesty of your lord, doesn't it?

Black Shadow whispered in his heart.

"I think..." The two spoke at almost the same time, one voice was clearer and brighter, and the other voice was deep and magnetic, but when they overlapped, there was an indescribable similarity: "Do you want to go back to the dust-free land?" ?”

Black Shadow said from the heart: "You continue to be jealous."

The man raised his hand and flicked the scabbard with his fingers, and the black shadow went back automatically.

He took a leisurely look at Dao Guizhou in Ziming's arms, and after receiving Ziming's warning gaze, he returned a death stare, and then left with his sword in hand.

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Push me in the back row to hear the phantom sand sculpture cookies "Sleeping God is a Spiritual Boy"

After sleeping for 2000 years, no one cares about the temple of the god of sleep, Shen Su, and it was slumped in the wind and rain. Looking at his sallow and emaciated subordinates, he made up his mind to change himself and become a spiritual boy.

But unexpectedly, the world has also changed.

Shen Su, who was preparing to go down to earth to treat insomnia and eat with his family, was still short of a place to stay.

The room that Qiao Su had hung up on the Internet for more than a month finally welcomed its first owner.

The person who hadn't slept for a few days opened the door, and saw a drenched teenager standing outside the door with a bag on his back.

Qiao Shu frowned: "Where's the luggage? What are you covering for sleeping? How do you pay the rent?"

Shen Su inspected his dark circles, took out a chocolate from his trouser pocket and tentatively handed it over: "I can make you sleep whenever you want, and never suffer from insomnia, you see...?"

Qiao Shu: "...Come in."

***

Xinnan made a wish: "I'm under a lot of pressure. I can't sleep until three or four o'clock every day. Can any god help me?"

Shen Su: "Okay, sleep."

The believer made a wish: "The believer would like to lose ten catties of meat in exchange for a peaceful sleep without dreams."

Shen Su: "Got it, sleep."

Qiao Shu pushed the door open: "Sleep—"

Shen Su: "Don't sleep!"

* Lazy and squeamish self-familiar gods are under great pressure from X's hard-mouthed and soft-hearted mortals

*You sleep today, I sleep tomorrow, sleep healthier

*Old rules, sweet enough to tempt you