After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn

Chapter 27 Big Demon (6)

The silver hair of the bamboo rat demon shines against the moonlight. Two ribs have wings, small wings are flying, hanging in front of Huaibo, threatening viciously—

“Leave here right away! You are not allowed to come in again! Otherwise, or I will…”

Huaibo put the bamboo against its fat belly, “Huh?”

The bamboo mouse demon’s chubby body trembled three times, and said the most cruel words in the most persevering tone: “Otherwise, if I don’t solve the curse for her, she will never get out.”

Huaibo poked it with a bamboo pole and made a circle in the air: “You are a bamboo rat, so you dare to talk to me about the conditions? Can’t understand?”

Bamboo rat demon: “QAQ you go, don’t come back!”

Huaibo raised his eyebrows: “I’m not going.”

“I won’t understand if you don’t leave!”

“If you don’t understand, I won’t leave!”

“I’m always puzzled if you don’t leave!”

Huaibo nodded, “Okay, I will stay here, I will kill a bamboo rat when I am hungry, roast it today, fry it tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow in a good mood, make a braised braised.”

The group of rats shivered.

The bamboo rat demon scared out two rows of tears without any promise, “You are abnormal!”

Bai, a loyal fan of Huanong Brothers, smiled and said, “After all, I am not a devil.”

You are not the devil, you are the devil king!

The bamboo rat demon wanted to reach out his hand to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes, and then found that his hand was too short to reach, so he was even more aggrieved, “What do you want to do? I didn’t offend you again!”

Huaibo sneered, “Bullying my apprentice, dare you say that you didn’t offend me?” Her tone was flattering, “I still wonder?”

The bamboo rat demon was frightened again.

They were originally courageous rats, not to mention that the woman in front of them exuded an aura that made them feel scared.

After a few breaths, the bamboo rat demon said bitterly: “I can’t solve it.”

The killing intent was condensed in Huaibo’s eyes, “Huh?”

The bamboo rat demon felt bitter.

It returned to the illusion, and when it entered, it was a dirty bullpen.

The little girl curled up on the hay, a small ball, looking at it timidly, looking weak, pitiful and helpless.

The bamboo rat demon was overjoyed and wanted to say: “Let me save you!”

But the weak, poor and helpless child suddenly rushed over with lightning speed, picked up the back of his neck, swallowed and said, “Mother, today we can eat meat!”

Bamboo Rat Demon:! ! !

It tried hard to kick, but found that this illusion was no longer under its control. The girl who looked harmless in front of her turned to be the master of this illusion!

The bamboo rat demon exhausted his strength and finally escaped from the terrifying illusion, and then met the woman’s gloomy smile, “Huh? Can’t solve the illusion?”

The bamboo rat demon blinked his small bean-like eyes and shed tears of regret.

Both the master and the apprentice are the devil, no, the devil!

After listening to the explanation of the bamboo rat demon, Huaibo didn’t embarrass it anymore. Just let it bring itself into the illusion.

Of course, she also put the bamboo rat demon in her arms.

Bamboo rat demon QAQ: “I was wrong, you can spare me a rat!”

Huaibo touched its soft and smooth hair and said with a smile: “Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, I’m really not a devil.”

She was just afraid of what tricks this monster would play outside, although with the IQ of this silly monster, she shouldn’t even be able to use positive tricks.

Bamboo rat demon TAT: Believe your evil!

It looked sadly at the white hair that was falling down like cotton wool snowflakes, and thought: This vicious woman must be trying to bald me.

What is more terrible than baldness?

I visited the predecessor of the fairy before—a tiger demon whose hair had lost most of its hair and was trembling in the cold wind. I heard it read a poem with melancholy—”You are young and I don’t know how precious hair is, but when I’m old, I shed tears in the winter sky. ”

The bamboo mouse demon was bitter, and the bamboo mouse demon did not dare to speak.

Huaibo thought it would be easy to bring back the little apprentice, but after entering the illusion, she was shocked.

Five or six-year-old children are only a little bit higher than her knees. At such a young age, they have learned to fight for food with wild dogs. They already know that they hide in front of others, speak softly, and ask for a bite of cold.

“Good luck and good luck…” The child arched his hands and kept talking about the auspicious words he had heard from Hua Niang.

And the woman in front of her just kicked her away and dumped the leftovers in the stinking ditch. She didn’t forget a few sarcasm: “Bah, bad luck! I won’t give you this **** if I dump it. ”

Huaibo held back the violent anger in his heart and bent down to lift the child, but his hands passed through her body.

Then it came to me that it turned out that this was just an illusion.

Huaiba silently followed the child, watching all her pains.

Born in modern society, she has always felt that children, especially the charming little girls, should be used to it, and they are treasures that should be carefully held in the hands of others.

But the child in front of him is always trampled on and bullied. There was a throbbing pain in Huaibo’s heart, as if seeing pearls as fish eyes, beautiful jade stained with mud, angrily hated the world’s eyelessness and vicious thoughts, but could not help pouring out pity.

This child is not a mere character on paper, but a living person in front of her.

There are chronological changes in the illusion.

In the blink of an eye, it was a bitter winter.

Huaibo hugged the bamboo rat and slowly followed the child. I don’t know why she walked out of the bullpen in this snowy winter day.

Xiao Peiyu walked to the pond at the entrance of the village. A thick layer of ice has formed on the surface of the pond, and there is a thin layer of snow on it. The child shivered, slowly took off his thin clothing, and lay on the ice.

Huaibo said in his heart: Bad! Is this going to lie on the ice for carp?

She is distressed and angry again, is she starving? Actually believe in lies such as Wo Bingqiu Li? Feudal superstition really kills people.

The child’s lips were blue with cold, and he kept shaking, as if to say something.

Huaibo was curious in her heart, bent over and listened to her constantly muttering—”God, Grandpa Immortal, please be kind. My mother has a fever, and she wants to drink fish soup.”

Huaibo’s heart suddenly softened, and he realized that another line of tears fell.

She knows that Peiyu was not happy in her childhood, but she does not know that she has suffered so much; she knows that Peiyu is pure in heart, but she does not know that she can be kind.

The child in front of him is gradually stiff, his breath is weak, and the ice under him has not melted an inch.

Huaibo was so anxious that he went straight in circles, suddenly seemed to be dragged by something, and his soul flew up, and when he returned to his senses, he could act as usual.

She hurriedly hugged the child, warmed her hands and feet, and turned into a bowl of steaming fish soup, which she fed her by herself.

Peiyu opened her eyes in the faint, and asked softly: “Are you Sister Shenxian?”

The tip of Huaibo’s heart trembled slightly, and the tip of his nose was sour. When he looked down, the child passed out again.

Huaibo took out a small stove, put it in the arms of the child, and put the half-fed hot soup on the ground. When he wanted to put on a new dress for her, he suddenly couldn’t touch the child and became a woman again. Hollow Man.

And where she was standing, a woman who was born exactly like her appeared out of thin air.

Cuiyu Qingshan, eyebrows are picturesque, but his hands are weak and white, it seems that he has never held a sword.

“Your fate is like this, oh…” The woman in Tsing Yi wanted to touch the frostbite on the child’s face, but she hung her hand in the air for a moment, and then took it back. Seeing the stove in her arms and the fish soup on the ground, she shook her head and sighed slowly. Go away with your hand.

Huaibo looked stunned.

Is this the original owner? But wasn’t the original owner’s body occupied by her hundreds of years earlier? So this is the story of the original book?

She thought about it. According to the plot of the original book, Yancun happened to be on the only way between Gushan and Xiancheng. The original owner, through Yancun, rescued the girl who was about to freeze to death. It was actually quite reasonable. She didn’t write these in the first place, and only briefly mentioned one sentence in the book-“Peiyu has a relationship with the lonely mountain”. The current situation may be regarded as a self-supplement of the plot.

Huaibo looked helplessly at the original owner going away.

The solitary mountain is cultivating the Tao, and it is the Tao of Heaven. The way of heaven is perseverance, the way of heaven is ruthless, and the way of heaven is natural. When the Xuanmen disciple encounters injustice, he will step forward with compassion, but he will not contaminate more dust. They are outsiders.

So the original owner saved her, but only saved her.

At this time, someone came again from the village road.

She was a well-dressed little girl, dressed in brand-new clothes, her body was pink and tender, and she was in sharp contrast with the child lying under the tree.

Huaibo became more and more weird—why did the heroine come over?

Sui Han saw Peiyu in a coma, hesitated, stepped forward and stepped on her face with her toes. A soft touch came from the soles of her feet, indicating that this person was not frozen, Sui Han breathed a sigh of relief, she still didn’t want to approach a dead person.

Suddenly she caught a glimpse of something that seemed to be holding the girl in her arms, and took it out to see that it was a small spar furnace. This thing can stay hot for a hundred years, but it’s such a good thing. Sui Han was so happy in his heart that he couldn’t help but laugh.

Peiyu’s mind slowly returned to his body and opened his eyes. In the coma, she seemed to have met Sister Shenxian, who warmed her hands and feet and fed her fish soup with her mouth, but she didn’t remember what that person looked like…

The fish soup on the ground is still vain, and Peiyu’s heart is tight. Is there really a fairy sister?

She raised her head abruptly, and the girl in front of her smiled like a fairy.

“Did you save me?” Peiyu asked Suihan softly.

What is this? !

Huaibo is going crazy when he sees it on the side! So does this matter? !

Wake up! It’s me, Ou, it’s the original owner who saved you! Don’t look at this black heart lotus blindly!

Damn, what kind of a silly essay by the author!

The author has something to say: Huaibo: I scold myself.