Chapter 62

On the west side of Bihu peak, there is a temple group in front of Baiya, which is the fairy house for teachers and students of Bihu peak to practice.

Peak Lord Cheng Youtian stood in front of the ebb tide hall, looking at the distant Lake Island, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled and worried.

He is a disciple of the previous generation of Bihu peak leader, and he is not in the same vein with Lei broken cloud.

Over the years, he has been meditating in the hidden peak deep in the green mountain, but he vaguely knows that something has happened between the nine peaks. He doesn't want to face this pressure at all. If he doesn't want to let the inheritance of Bihu peak be cut off, let alone let the old monster of Shangde peak take it away, he won't come back from hidden peak and beat the late banquet before the sword bearing conference.

The thunderstorm tonight is much more violent than expected. I don't know what it means.

Two important people have died in bihufeng, and they did not die in the battle with evil spirits, but died wildly.

Many disciples of Bihu peak wanted to ask the leader for an answer because they were angry, but they were forcibly suppressed by him.

Is this heaven's punishment? Because bihufeng did such evil things?

He looked at hundreds of cobwebs of lightning in the night sky and thought in awe.

Many people in Jiufeng are also looking at Bihu peak and enjoying the rare beauty.

Only a few people can vaguely perceive the abnormal situation in Tianwei.

On the cliff side of Tianguang peak and the fence side of Shangde peak, the tallest figure between the two green mountains looked at the direction of Bihu peak and remained silent.

Countless lightning leaked from the night sky and was washed into a dreamlike shape by the rainstorm.

What are they thinking when they look at such beautiful scenery?

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If the white cat really makes a move, he may die even if he is different from ordinary monks.

Well nine thought silently.

That white cat is too terrible for him now.

"I know you didn't take part in it because you didn't have the courage."

I don't know why, the more alert he was to the white cat, the more casual his attitude was, and he seemed particularly confident.

"But if you still choose not to stand on my side this time, you know what I will do."

With these words, he turned to leave.

On the surface, his words are still strong enough, and his leaving action seems to be very casual, without paying attention to the white cat.

But at the next moment, he knew he was wrong. He forgot how meticulous the white cat's observation was. This turning point seemed to come too suddenly.

Sure enough, the white cat suddenly raised its right paw and waved it to him at a distance of tens of feet.

It was still very vigilant and careful. Its claws were not straight and seemed ready to take them back at any time.

So its action looks very cute, like trying to tickle Jing Jiu.

In fact, this action is very terrible.

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The night sky stretches for tens of miles, and the big net woven by hundreds of lightning is suddenly pulled and deformed.

It seems that an invisible hand scratched in the night sky.

A lot of lightning broke from it, fused with each other in a very short time, turned into a very thick column of light and fell towards the blue lake.

The cold light from the cat's claws easily tore through the dense rain and came to him.

At the same time, the very thick lightning came with the cold light.

A dull sound, lightning and cold light accurately hit Jing Jiu's chest and abdomen, in no order.

There was no pain or scream. Jing Jiu was like a stone without consciousness, which was directly shaken and flew hundreds of feet away.

He fell into the lake, the splash was not big, and the sound could not exceed the rainstorm.

The lake gradually calmed down.

The calm here refers to the appearance that should be in the rainstorm, those evenly painted wave pictures.

The white cat left the palace and walked slowly to the lake.

The long hair wet by the rainstorm drooped, but its appearance was not embarrassed, but looked very majestic.

It is like an animal King inspecting the territory, watching the lake quietly, attentive and vigilant.

I don't know how long it took, but there was still no movement in the lake.

The vigilance in its eyes gradually faded, giving birth to complacency and cruelty.

Suddenly, his pupils shrink into beans, and his body leans slightly to the right, ready to turn around and escape at any time.

The blue lake under the rainstorm seems as before.

Gradually, a wave appeared on the water, and Jing Jiu came out.

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In the rainstorm, one man and one cat confronted each other.

Jingjiu knew that the white cat didn't really want to kill himself, but just tried.

Of course, if you die directly, the white cat will be very happy.

Or if it determines that it is weak and can be killed at any time, then... It may really kill him.

Cat is such an animal.

When the owner needs to feed, it can be very gentle and humble.

When the owner is unable to provide food, he will jump out of the window without hesitation and never miss it.

What is more terrible is that if you die and it has no food to eat, then you will become its food.

The most terrible thing is that at that time, it often starts to bite from your head and face, white hair stained with blood, and the picture is moving.

Well nine walked towards the white cat.

His breathing was steady and his steps were steady. He couldn't see anything different except that his clothes were broken on his chest.

The terrible lightning and the cold light from the cat's claws didn't seem to have any effect on him.

Looking at this picture, the white cat's tight pupils showed strong incomprehension, and then uneasiness.

Why are you still alive? Why don't you have anything?

Well nine went to the white cat, squatted down and raised his right hand.

The white cat stared at his hand and tried to turn around and run away. For some reason, it didn't move.

Its hair had all stood up and was particularly vigilant because it felt danger.

This danger comes not from the strength of well nine, but from its instinct, or the mark imprinted on its soul for countless years.

"Liu ADA."

Well nine looked at the white cat and said, "after feeding you for so many years, you still can't raise it well?"

Unexpectedly, the white cat had such a strange name.

Well nine's hand fell down.

The white cat turned his head and pretended not to see his movements, but his body was trembling slightly, obviously trying to resist the impulse to escape.

Jingjiu thought to himself that you are still bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, timid and sensitive as you were in those years. You will never dare to move without knowing the details of each other.

Thinking of these things, his hand had fallen on the white cat's head and rubbed it gently.

Well nine is very skilled in touching the cat.

His hand slipped from the top of the white cat's neck to his back until it passed in front of his tail like a breeze.

Then he repeated the action again.

Cycle after cycle, as if it would never stop.

If Chi Yan or Meili and others see this picture, they will no longer doubt that he came from Guocheng temple.

He touched the heads of Liu shisui and Zhao Layue in the same way.

It's just his habit. It has nothing to do with topping.

With his touch, the white cat gradually stopped shaking and became much more stable.

Well nine looked at the white cat and asked, "are you worried that he is still alive? If you stand on my side, he will come to trouble you in the future?"

The white cat lay on the grass wet by the rain and didn't feel uncomfortable. Listening to this question, he still looked elsewhere, but his ears moved.

Well nine understood its meaning.

——You know that.

"So, between us, you decide to remain neutral?"

Well nine continued.

The white cat turned and gave him a faint look.

——A pair of abnormal and terrible martial brothers like you, who dare I offend?

"I see. It turned out to be so."

Well nine's voice was like his ragged white clothes, wet and drenched by the rain, and became a little weak.

He stood up, looked at the temple under the West Cliff and said, "it's a pity that the child Lei Chuanyun didn't know anything because he died."

The white cat thought, what a pity that kind of idiot died.

"I'll see you later."

Well nine looked at the white cat and said.

The white cat gave him a cold look, which means that you can live.

Well nine walked to the blue lake and soon disappeared into the water and could no longer be seen.

The white cat turned back and came to a big tree.

The wild cats in the trees have long avoided.

The white cat jumped lightly, like a ghost, to the top of a tree more than ten feet high.

It lay lazily on its front paws and didn't care about the continuous rainstorm.

Looking at the lake, I confirmed that Jing Jiu had really left, and the ferocious meaning in his eyes was hidden.

The thunderstorm gradually stopped, the soul wood in the hall automatically sank, entered the spirit vessel to nourish itself, and the island returned to calm.

The night clouds dispersed and the stars appeared again.

The stars fell on the blue lake, which seemed to become a mirror.

The white cat lay quietly on the tree and looked at the blue lake. The mood in her eyes became warmer and nostalgic.

The bark was not as comfortable as his palm. It was warm and soft.

He suddenly felt a little tired.

Jingjiu's present state is indeed very low, but it brings a strong sense of spiritual oppression.

He yawned and opened his mouth wide.

The night sky is dim, the Silver Lake is flickering, and the starlight seems to be much less at this moment. It's like someone swallowed it. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.