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The illusion created by Mu Xingqiu is the small room of Pangshan disciple. He is sitting on the hard bed and Yang Qingyin stands at the door to give advice. She is much more familiar with Zhan Yuan than Zhi Yuan.

"There are many ways to kill the fate. Do you want to do it alone, or should I help you?"

"I can do it myself."

"Okay, I'll be here to monitor the situation outside. You're right. The closer you are to the country of sacrificing life, the more restless the group of demons, and Gao Fuwei is more honest."

Mu Xingqiu cleared his thoughts and entered the state of innate thinking. This time innate thinking is quite special. He has to go deep into his memory and return to the most impressive scene segments to meet Fangfang. In these scenes, he is both the person involved and the bystander. Defeating the fate means that he has become a bystander completely.

The love disasters of Taoist priests are different, so the methods of killing fate are not the same. If both parties are Taoist priests, most of the time they need to cooperate with each other, analyze each other's true thoughts, and point out what they don't like, the final conclusions they draw are always more important than love.

If one side is a mortal, it will be easier to kill the fate. Mortals are easy to change, and they are all like this. The Taoist priest only needs to observe quietly. Sometimes, if some small tests or temptations are set, they can find that the person they love is very different from their imagination. Therefore, they deeply understand the truth that everything is empty but the Tao remains unchanged, and devote themselves to their practice.

The fate of ordinary people has been cut off, but it is impossible to completely cut off the things in my heart. There will always be a little root. So the Taoist priest has to experience the fate of Tao. This time, he can only find someone who has also cut off the fate of ordinary people.

The person Mu Xingqiu loved was no longer in the world, and he could only find a way to kill the fate from his memory. Yang Qingyin's so-called help was that she became Fangfang, and Mu Xingqiu didn't want to do this.

Mu Xingqiu looked back at the memory and gradually became completely immersed in it. At first, his face was still calm. He slowly began to have an expression, sometimes nervous, sometimes smiled, sometimes blushed, sometimes ecstatic. They were all consistent with him in his memory.

Yang Qingyin, who was standing at the door, learned from this that Mu Xingqiu's thoughts were extremely deep this time and had interrupted all contact with the outside world, so that he unconsciously revealed his true emotions.

Mu Xingqiu had no idea that this would be the case before he thought about it.

Yang Qingyin's mouth slowly smiled and looked at him intently. Suddenly, she became bolder and moved forward a few steps to see him more clearly. The smile on her face was also more obvious. Then she spoke, her voice was very low, not because she was afraid of shocking Mu Xingqiu, but because this was the voice of her heart, and she should have been hidden in her heart and should not be told, but she felt unhappy at this time.

"You little brat, you've made me suffer." Yang Qingyin said with a smile. There was no sign of distress on her face. "If I had known this, I wouldn't have helped you condense the pills at the Calligraphy Institute... No. You guy who never admits defeat, will always find a way to condense the pills. No, I don't regret it. Meeting you is the happiest thing."

Yang Qingyin endured it again and again, but still couldn't help it. She stretched out a finger and shaved it gently on Mu Xingqiu's face. It happened that he was laughing, so she laughed even happier. "But I still missed when I could hit you, and chased you everywhere with a fireball. Haha."

Mu Xingqiu blushed and his eyelashes trembled slightly. I don’t know which memory he was in.

Yang Qingyin sighed softly, and the smile on her face disappeared, "Do you know? I fell in love with you because I saw you and Qin Lingshuang together. Because your love between you two is different from what I have heard of, and I have seen it in books. I was curious for a moment and fell into this situation."

Yang Qingyin smiled again. She remembered the magic weapon she had refined for the first time. She was curious for a moment, but after it was created, she was indifferent. Even if the Taoist priest from the Wandi Mountain Hongfu School did not confiscate it, she would not keep it.

"So this is not your fault, nor Qin Lingshuang's fault. I blame myself, no, even myself, I have never been so happy. There are so many people who have stopped in front of various Taoist tribulations, and I am willing to stay on the side of the love tribulations. Just as Xiao Qingtao said, there are less than ten years left, so what else do you want to practice? I can't bear to throw away this love tribulations. If you want me to survive the disaster, it's better to kill me."

"So, you move forward by yourself, stinky brat, Qin Lingshuang will forgive you, she will support you at any time. As for me, I have never resented you at all. This is my own love disaster, collapse disaster, sigh disaster... Actually, I just want to say..."

Yang Qingyin didn't know what to say. She could not express her feelings in her heart in words. The feeling of being both sad and happy, both lost and possessed, both melancholy and happy is indescribable, and she can only remember it firmly.

Yang Qingyin wanted to do something to make this memory stronger, just like Gao Fuwei transformed and extended the girl's sigh and smile in his memory.

She smiled again, feeling that her thoughts were too much, but this was a rare opportunity. Mu Xingqiu didn't know anything and would not leave any memories. He could not enter the eyes outside the illusion. This situation belongs to her only.

Yang Qingyin took two more steps forward, leaned over slightly, bit her lips and hesitated for a while, and quickly kissed Mu Xingqiu's lips. After one step, he jumped to the door, his heart pounding.

"Boy, didn't Gao Fuwei say that you should take the initiative? We are alone for at least an hour every day, why don't you imitate this last step? You have to let me do it, hum... Then I'm not polite."

She used the spell and arrived in front of Mu Xingqiu in a flash, and kissed her gently again.

Mu Xingqiu frowned and glared, as if he had entered a bad memory. Yang Qingyin snorted, "Do you dare to dislike me, don't you understand my temper?"

Yang Qingyin was traveling back and forth at the door, just like Mu Xingqiu, her expression changed suddenly. She moved to Mu Xingqiu every moment, kissed him quickly on a part of his face, and then immediately retreated and never stopped.

Slowly, this turned into an adventure game: Mu Xingqiu would wake up at any time, and Yang Qingyin never wanted him to see what he did, so he had to observe carefully before every kiss, and the movements should be faster and smoother.

Yang Qing Music is not tired, and occasionally mutters, "You can't take away this memory, a little brat." "You dare to use the illusion of mind to me in the future... I use my own blood to light the fire of the moon on you." "Haha, don't say I'm ridiculous and pitiful, it's ridiculous and pitiful to think or do."

The dangers of the game are getting higher and higher, because the expression on Mu Xingqiu's face is no longer so rich, which means that he has entered the final stage of killing the fate. Whether this attempt can be successful depends on this moment.

Yang Qingyin kissed his lips for the last time, and stayed for a while for a while, for a while, but she knew that when she recalled, this meeting would be extended ten times or a hundred times.

"Boy, he is harder than a stone, but his lips are quite soft..."

Mu Xingqiu's eyes moved for a moment, as if he was about to open it.

Almost all the blood in Yang Qingyin's body retreated back into her heart at the same moment, her face pale, her legs became weak, and she even forgot to cast a spell to retreat.

This was really the most embarrassing and difficult moment in Yang Qingyin's life. Although her lips had left Mu Xingqiu, she was still bent down, only two or three inches away from him.

How to explain it? More than a dozen excuses popped up in her mind, one more ridiculous than the other.

But Mu Xingqiu did not open his eyes and was still thinking.

Yang Qingyin stood up straight, let out a long breath, and laughed again, "Boy, he actually destroyed my memory... Maybe I remember it more clearly..."

The light in the room was flashing. Yang Qingyin quickly turned around and found a candle floating outside the door that was unstable, which meant that something was happening outside the illusion.

Unfortunately, Mu Xingqiu's killing fate was at a critical moment and he would never wake up. Yang Qingyin's heart of having fun was gone, summoned a few magic weapons to strengthen the restrictions in the illusion, and then walked out of the illusion.

The team was camping on the side of the road, leaning against a small river. As usual, the demon soldiers of the country were stationed on the periphery, and the Taoists lived in the middle and used the ban to mark a small area.

The ban is relatively simple and cannot prevent outsiders from gazes or in and out, but only provides warnings.

Xiao Hao and Bald Zi both came out to protect Zuo Liuying's tent. This was the task given to them by Mu Xingqiu. In any case, they would first protect Zuo Liuying.

The flea stood in front, lowered his head slightly, and pointed his horns at the outsiders. Gao Fuwei and Yin Buchen were guarding behind Qilin. When they saw Yang Qingyin coming out, they both ran to Qilin.

A small group of demons entered without invitation, one of them was the demon general Luo Yunqiao. He was not wearing too much armor and had an awkward smile on his face. The sarcoma on his forehead reflected the moonlight, like a mirror.

It is probably the fourth update has passed, and this is not a good time to visit guests in any family’s etiquette.

Yang Qingyin strode to the front of the fleas and asked coldly: "Who invited you in?"

Luo Yunqiao hurriedly said, "Please calm down the anger of the Spirit King. I will never come here to disturb you at this time. It's really too urgent and I can't delay it for a moment. I'm afraid that it will be a mistake until dawn..."

"Then stop talking, let's talk about what's going on."

Luo Yunqiao sighed and took a scroll letter from the demon soldiers beside him, "The news just came from the capital of Sacred Sect, the King of Sacred Sect led all the royal family, nobles and subjects - to surrender to Wangshan."

"Which look at the mountain, the Taoist lord is the look at the mountain that is a demon Taoist priest and the Bingkui?"

"The latter one."

Luo Yunqiao handed over the letter, but Yang Qingyin did not answer.

"I expected that when Bingkui kills the demon clan of the country of sacrifice, your sacrifice king will repent."

"Oh, it's a pity that the Spirit King and the Dao Zun did not arrive at the Sacrifice Kingdom earlier... There is another important thing. A Taoist priest from Wangshan who is coming here. It is very likely that it will arrive before dawn. Should the Spirit King invite the Debut Zun to discuss countermeasures together?"

Yang Qingyin's heart was bright. The Taoist priest Wangshan was nearby. Luo Yunqiao was exploring the truth.

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