Chapter 579: The Little One Bows Again

"You can feel this?"

Xu Xiaoshou, who was lurking underground, was surprised.

His heart immediately started beating.

In the disappearing state, it was impossible to notice anything.

But the masked man's feeling...

"Is it an illusion?"

"No."

"Not necessarily."

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly remembered the time when Shouye caught up with him, and it seemed that he was also following Lu Ke's famous sword Qinglinji.

It's different!

That time, he at least lifted the disappearing state.

Can this masked man really feel it by feeling?

"Is it an illusion?" The masked man on the ground murmured, glanced at the two people beside him who looked unbelieving, and added.

Then, he turned his eyes to the direction of the explosion.

"Seventh brother, the space has been released, it's time to go out."

"Oh."

The storyteller nodded indifferently.

...

Release the space?

Xu Xiaoshou was immediately happy when he heard it.

As expected!

His inference was correct.

This perverted man in a red skirt is really a very cautious person.

Even though he met his Saint Slave Chief here, he still blocked the entire space out of concern.

That is to say, if he really took a step to escape from here, he would only destroy himself!

"Snap."

After listening to the storyteller above snapping his fingers crisply, the void seemed to tremble with it.

Xu Xiaoshou's mind became active.

Just a short period of eavesdropping was almost enough to empty his medicine storehouse.

The amount of spiritual energy consumed by the disappearance technique was really too much.

If the storyteller didn't unlock the space exile technique, he, Xu Xiaoshou, might really explode.

In this situation, there is only one way left.

"One step..."

He shouted in his heart.

But when his spirit was almost at the peak, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly curbed his impulse.

Because at this time, an inadvertent glance

Information bar...

"Being watched, passive value, +1."

"Being framed, passive value, +1."

Watching?

Xu Xiaoshou's first reaction was why someone could watch him when he disappeared.

But the next second, he was completely focused on the second piece of information.

"Framed..."

Xu Xiaoshou almost had to dig his toes to the ground to barely suppress the steps he was about to take.

He was dumbfounded.

Who else could be here besides the Holy Slave Trio?

So, the meaning of framed, isn't it equivalent to saying...

"Tick-tick-tick."

He raised his head.

The three people above walked past his head, without any strange emotions.

But in this tacit cooperation, Xu Xiaoshou used "perception" to take a closer look.

The slightly raised arc at the corner of the storyteller's mouth...

Cen Qiaofu's hand, which seemed to be lightly hanging on the small axe at his waist as if it was nothing special...

The masked man's slightly curled ring finger and little finger...

In other words, it was a sword finger extended!

"Damn, these three people, are they playing me?"

Xu Xiaoshou's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

He "senses" and probes into the distance.

The scenery he sees is all the familiar Baiku landforms.

Even the slightest movement of the wind and the dancing of the gravel are so realistic.

But at this moment, Xu Xiaoshou is extremely sure.

He is still in the ancient book space!

One step to heaven.

The sky fell!

"Tap."

The three people above walked right above Xu Xiaoshou, and the masked man paused and sighed in disappointment, "Don't take the bait, this guy."

"Hehe, I haven't seen such a subtle and ingenious hiding technique that can even deceive Zhan Dao for a long time."

Cen Qiaofu smiled and took out a small axe, "Who could it be?"

Only the storyteller had a completely stiff expression.

If it was a day ago, he would even dare to assert that the person hiding here must have a cultivation level of at least Taixu level, otherwise he would not be able to deceive his brother.

But now.

In the White Cave.

There is such a young man, who has a hiding technique that even he himself cannot see through.

"Wen Ming..."

"Hmm?" The masked man and Cen Qiaofu turned their heads at the same time.

"Wen Ming."

"What do you mean?" Cen Qiaofu could not say the second half of the sentence.

"Wen Ming!"

The storyteller emphasized his tone.

This time, even the masked man understood what he meant.

"You mean, you fought with him, and he has a hiding technique that even you cannot see through?"

"Gulp."

The storyteller swallowed his saliva.

He could not imagine whether the little Wen Ming had eaten a bear heart and a leopard's courage or something, how dare he come here.

But now...

"Hmm."

The storyteller nodded slightly, and Cen Qiaofu's face changed color.

That Wen Ming with innate cultivation, can have such a hiding technique?

"One day without seeing you feels like three years have passed. The ancients were not deceiving me."

The masked man slowly stretched out his hand and patted his palm. His eyes wandered and he couldn't see where Wen Ming was at all.

"Come out, don't hide."

He was silent for a while and advised: "You should know that I can't hurt you, based on... various reasons."

Xu Xiaoshou clenched his fists in pain.

I know that you may not hurt me because of Mr. Sang.

But that perverted man...

And just in case...

And if you don’t hurt me, what on earth are you trying to arrest me for...

All of this is even more heartbreaking than hurting me!

"I, Xu Xiaoshou, will never appear in front of you three even if I die." Xu Xiaoshou swore secretly.

brush.

At this moment, the three people above them all turned around and cast their gazes to the ground.

Judging from the dilation of their pupils, these three people were not staring at the ground.

But, where is your location?

Xu Xiaoshou's body tensed up.

The next second, he felt a squeezing force coming from deep underground.

Xu Xiaoshou's mind froze.

"extrusion……"

"With the disappearing technique, why is there a squeezing feeling?"

With a difficult movement of his head, Xu Xiaoshou felt some mud being pressed into his ear canal.

This real touch made him feel like he was struck by lightning.

"I……"

Explore the sea of ​​qi.

empty.

"Fuck!"

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou's heart was filled with thousands of beasts, and his whole body almost burst open on the spot.

Just such a misguided effort, just because I forgot to take another pill...

The sea of ​​qi has bottomed out.

The disappearing technique can't be maintained anymore?

"Xiao, Wen, Ming——"

The corners of the storyteller's lips almost reached to his earlobes, and his smile became more and more wild and perverted with each word he called.

"hiss."

Xu Xiaoshou remained silent and shuddered on the spot.

"Being called, passive value, +1."

"Being frightened, passive value, +1."

"Being watched, passive value, +4."

"I'll just..."

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou's heart was full of mixed emotions, and he simply didn't know what expression to use to express the messy emotions in his heart.

A smile emerged from the masked man's cloudy eyes.

He raised his fingers.

"boom!"

The ground was directly torn apart by the invisible sword intent, and a huge ravine about ten feet wide opened on the spot.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that he was naked and exposed to three scorching gazes.

One is perverted.

One belongs to the old man.

The last one is a cripple...

"hiss!"

With the pores all over his body exploding, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly discovered a way to achieve orgasm instantly even without taking drugs.

He subconsciously tightened his clothes.

The clothes are still there.

But under the two fingers of the masked man, the fig leaf of the earth has disappeared!

"Heh, heh heh..."

The atmosphere was stagnant.

A little while...

No.

For Xu Xiaoshou, it was extremely embarrassing.

"Are you Wen Ming?"

As if he was sizing up a monster, Cenjou looked at the underground person carefully with eyes as if he were meeting for the first time.

It was as if he wanted to see through every pore of the young man's body with his gaze.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

A smile appeared in the masked man's cloudy eyes, and his ring finger and little finger slowly loosened, "If I remember correctly, for you, this is our third... um, fourth meeting?"

Four?

Xu Xiaoshou's mind was suddenly awakened.

at this point.

Now that he was exposed, he would no longer worry about all the worries he had when he was not exposed.

and……

"Four?"

Xu Xiaoshou's thoughts started to spin wildly.

The first time he met the masked man was at the bank of Daye Lake in Tiansang Ling Palace. At that time, he killed Feng Kong and then stabbed him in the heart with Zangku.

Well, a little bit.

The second time they met, it was at the back mountain. At a turn, he sent Tibetan suffering into the chest of the masked man.

The third meeting...

Can not remember!

"I, amnesia?"

Xu Xiaoshou felt that since the passive skill "Perception" was activated, his memory was definitely the best in the world.

Available now.

I don't know if it was because of nervousness or something else, but he couldn't remember the third meeting with the masked man at all?

Will the other party remember it wrong?

Not really.

That is to say, at a certain moment that I was not aware of, the masked person met me for the third time.

And, judging from what the other party said, "as far as you are concerned".

I also know about the existence of the masked man!

"More than that."

Xu Xiaoshou thought of this, and immediately shrugged, a little stiff, but also a little relieved, and said: "It should be the fifth time?"

The masked man raised his eyebrows: "If you say five, then it should be five!"

Not the fifth time!

Xu Xiaoshou understood immediately that the masked man had no intention of entangled with him on this small issue.

Judging from the other person's micro-expression, he didn't agree with his own statement at all.

That is, just four times.

I did have my third encounter with the masked man.

Which time?

Two scenes flashed through Xu Xiaoshou's mind.

One is the sculptor uncle whom I met in Lingzang Pavilion before bidding farewell to Mr. Sang and leaving Tiansang Ling Palace.

Another time, the killer red dog of three sticks of incense, and the sloppy uncle.

which one?

"Five times!" he said flatly again.

"Um."

The masked man smiled and nodded.

Xu Xiaoshou was about to collapse.

Not five times!

That means that out of these two times, only one was a real masked person?

My previous guess was that the sloppy uncle was the leader of the Saint Slave.

But the relationship between the leader of the Holy Slave and Mr. Sang led to the sculpture man in Lingzang Pavilion who looked very similar to the sloppy uncle.

And if it was only four meetings.

These two people cannot be the same person.

So, which one is the first Saint Slave?

No, it doesn't matter at all!

The important thing is...

Which one is, the Eighth Sword Immortal? !

Xu Xiaoshou seriously doubted that the person who gave him the "Guan Sword Code" was the real leader of the Saint Slaves and the real eighth sword immortal.

But if he is.

The fact that the man from Lingzang Pavilion can appear in Lingzang Pavilion shows his relationship with Mr. Sang, and he looks so similar to the sloppy uncle, and they are not the same person...

how to explain?

And if the sloppy uncle is not a masked man, he is not the Eighth Sword Immortal either.

His "Sword Viewing Code"...

And how could the Four Swordsmen be so crazy as to attack a person they have never met...

"I'm going to explode!"

Xu Xiaoshou's temples bulged, and he was about to faint.

After thinking about it, his eyes suddenly fixed on the masked man, and Xu Xiaoshou felt that several big rocks in his heart were broken.

Stupid!

If the person is right in front of you, just ask directly, right?

"Who are you?"

Xu Xiaoshou abandoned all thoughts and got straight to the point.

The masked man didn't seem to be surprised at all why the other party came to ask such a wrong question, and only responded: "Holy Slave, the first one."

"So your surname is Shengnu, and your first name is the first one?" Xu Xiaoshou clenched his fists, a little nervous.

At this time, even the two people beside him all heard the implication of Xu Xiaoshou's words.

But something strange happened.

Storyteller and Cen Qiaofu both took half a step back and looked at the masked man with expectant eyes.

The scene was quiet for several breaths.

"laugh."

The masked man chuckled softly, turning a blind eye to the burning gazes of the two people on one side. He only stared at Xu Xiaoshou and said, "Are you sure you want to ask me my name?"

"I……"

Xu Xiaoshou almost blurted out "I'm sure".

But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly couldn't say them again.

yes!

Is it important?

Who is the first Saint Slave? Does it matter?

Even though I don't know everything, I can stay away from the center of the storm's vortex.

Now that I know everything now, I feel confused and helpless, as well as the irresistible force of external forces.

If only I knew a little more, even just a little bit...

Could it be the straw that breaks the camel's back?

In this world, there are some causes and effects, some mysteries, some indescribable things, and some people who keep secrets, all have their own reasons.

Is knowing too much really good for yourself?

Xu Xiaoshou asked himself.

"Name taboo..."

He didn't know what he was expecting.

It is the title that was deified by the world in the past.

Or will the other party blurt out a title that he has never heard in his life?

have no idea.

But just like the moment when a coin is tossed, when I am forced to make a decision, in fact, the gears of fate have already clicked.

Do you know?

Know, or not...

Is it important?

important!

But just because it was so important, Xu Xiaoshou felt that he couldn't bear it.

"Hold on."

Xu Xiaoshou covered his forehead with one hand and stretched out the other to stop the other party from continuing to speak, "Let me calm down..."

"You're scared."

The masked man was still smiling, "As an ancient sword cultivator, moving forward bravely is the right path that everyone should pursue. Now, a title has suppressed you."

"No, you're wrong."

Xu Xiaoshou denied it.

"The ancient sword cultivators who marched forward bravely, without exception, all collapsed, including..."

He paused, did not continue, and continued: "What the world thinks is not necessarily accurate."

"What's more, I'm not just an ancient sword cultivator."

Xu Xiaoshou said as he unclenched his fists, and the tense muscles throughout his body also relaxed.

"I'm not interested at all in your title and what you saint slaves want to do."

"Even if I was accidentally involved before, it was only because Mr. Sang... your second-in-command of the Saint Slaves, got me involved without my knowledge."

"Now!"

The more Xu Xiaoshou talked, the more excited he became, but as soon as he broke his words, his momentum weakened.

"I just have a small request..."

"No." The masked man shook his head.

"Then please let me go. I'm not worthy. I can't participate in your plan...ah?" Xu Xiaoshou bowed halfway before he seemed to hear the masked man's words.

"cannot."

The two resounding words directly suppressed the young man deep underground and made him unable to stand up straight.

The scene was quiet again.

Everything is silent, leaving only the lonely sound of the world breaking, as if the unbreakable and unestablishable divine dawn is about to come.

The masked man raised his head, looked at the dying white cave world, and said: "The world is so big, but you come to me and stand beside me again and again. Isn't this fate?"

"It's fate, where else do you want to go?"

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PS: April 1st is Xiaoshou’s first anniversary. Celebrating??