Xianxia: My Junior Sisters Are Freaks! Chapter 118
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At the Desert Inn.
A curved figure appeared at the back door of the inn.
When he walked out of the inn, that person suddenly straightened his body. At this time, he was no longer as old and frail as before. His entire person was as agile as a cheetah.
Along with a thunderous explosion!
The agile figure directly rushed into the violent storm.
And a strange scene happened.
The demonic wind mixed with small raindrops suddenly acted as if they were afraid of falling. While the figure flickered, not a gust of wind could blow the corner of his clothes, and not a drop of rain could wet his body.
In just a few ups and downs, the figure disappeared in the violent storm.
And at this moment, in the inn.
Drunk Sword Immortal's eyes focused, and then he stood up and said.
"Young friend Su Xing, I have something to do, so I'm going out for a while. I might not return!"
"The Green Mountains will never change, and the green waters will flow forever. We'll meet again if we're fated!"
Hearing this, Su Xing frowned slightly.
A moment ago, he had also sensed a strange fluctuation, which he was somewhat familiar with.
It was expected that the Drunk Sword Immortal had left because of this!
In the end, Su Xing did not choose to expose him, but cupped his fists and said.
"In the end, we are guests of the Eastern Wilderness. We will meet again in the mountains and rivers!"
"I will definitely do what I promised senior. Please rest assured, senior!"
Drunk Sword Immortal heard this and nodded with a smile.
He laughed and walked into the vast dark night outside the inn.
Then, an ancient voice passed through the green curtain and resonated in the inn.
"There is the sharpest sword in the world..."
The endless dark night revealed the arrogance of our youth.
There is the loneliest horse in the world,
the snow has frozen our blood."
..
"Beep Beep!"
"The host has been entrusted by someone to complete the mission. The guest has received an intermediate spin."
"The host is requested to complete the mission as soon as possible!"
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"Warm reminder: the host's cultivation has reached its peak. Please undergo the tribulation within three days!"
Su Xing looked at the back of the figure in flowery clothes, deep in thought.
"Slaying a demon with one sword?!"
As if he had thought of something, Su Xing turned around and went upstairs.
Ten miles away from the Desert Inn.
The robust figure stopped in an empty space.
"Heaven and Earth are infinite, the Gate of Hell is opened for me!"
Rumble!
A black token rose from his sleeve, separating the wind and rain within a radius of three to four battles.
A pitch-black door suddenly appeared in the darkness. The two colors of darkness blurred with each other. If one did not look closely, one would not be able to see it.
A bolt of lightning struck not far from the figure.
In an instant, it illuminated the figure's face. He was the hunchbacked old man in the Desert Inn!
However, at this moment, his straight body made it difficult to associate him with the hunched old man from before.
The old man walked straight into the summoned door.
A moment later.
He appeared in an underground palace, and at this time, a middle-aged man with the appearance of a Confucian scholar stood on top of the palace.
The middle-aged man was very different from his previous appearance. Although his clothes had not changed, his body faintly exuded a bloody aura.
His eyes were as red as blood, and his hair was dyed a strange red.
It gave people the illusion that he was actually a bloodthirsty demon.
The old man walked to the front of the hall and knelt down on one knee.
"Greetings, Your Highness!"
The middle-aged man casually looked at the old man kneeling on one knee in front of him, and his throat could not help but roll.
A sharp voice came out of his mouth.
"The plan hasn't started yet. Why are you here?"
The old man did not get up, but kept kneeling.
There was a hint of panic on his face.
Ever since His Highness had absorbed the Human Emperor's bloodline, his temperament had become even weirder. Just now, he actually had the intention to kill him.
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It seemed that it would be better for him to come less often if he had nothing to do in the future.
He took a deep breath and explained.
"Reporting to Your Highness!"
"In the Desert Inn that I am in charge of, two unexpected beings appeared today. I am worried that they will affect your plan unnecessarily, so I dared to report this!"
"Oh? Who has appeared that made you come here!"
A hint of interest appeared on the middle-aged man's face.
"If the answer doesn't satisfy me, you don't have to go back later."
"Huh!"
Upon hearing this, the old man could not help but break out in cold sweat.
At that moment, it was as if he was being stared at by a peerless ferocious wolf, not daring to move at all!
It was really hard to believe.
Half a year ago, the middle-aged man was a cripple with a shattered cultivation. Now, in just half a year, he had grown to such an extent!
Was this the power of the heavenly demon body?
Fortunately, the news he brought this time was not small. He should be able to exchange for a portion of an antidote.
The old man immediately blurted out.
"A cultivator whose cultivation level even I can't detect appeared in the Desert Inn. Moreover, the Drunk Sword Immortal with a carefree sword also appeared."
'Eh?'
"Are you sure?"
"Your Highness, I saw it clearly. I won't make a mistake."
"Oh? That's interesting."
Although the middle-aged man said it casually, his eyes lit up with a bright red light.
"Drunk Sword Immortal! The Sword Immortal!"
The name of Sword Immortal was like a golden signboard in the Eastern continent.
How could the middle-aged man not recognize that person?
Compared to the other youth that the old man had mentioned, the middle-aged man was more interested in Drunk Sword Immortal.
He wondered what the blood of the Sword Immortal tasted like?
"Drunk Sword Immortal? Hahaha!"
"Your Highness, I've brought the news. What about the antidote that you promised me?"
The old man summoned up his courage and asked.
The middle-aged man who had been interrupted in his laughter looked displeased. He stared at the old man with a pair of crimson blood-red eyes.
This gaze made the old man's hair stand on end.
The old man said resentfully, "Your Highness, why don't you give me three years? It's really too uncomfortable for this poisonous bug to act up once every seven days."
The middle-aged man remained silent and stared straight at him.
"Why don't you give me one year? On account of this subordinate bringing you important news, one year isn't too much, right?"
The silent middle-aged man snorted coldly.
"Half a year, half a year is fine, right?"
"Three months. I'll keep an eye on them for you. If there's anything, I'll report to you."
"Deal!"
...
The old man took back the token in the air, and the black door disappeared into the night.
When he saw that the passage was closed, the panic on his face turned into unwillingness!
He cursed loudly with unwillingness in his heart.
"Bah! What the hell!"
"If it weren't for the old man being poisoned by the demonic poison, who would be willing to pay attention to you?"
"I only gave you the antidote for a month. It's something that doesn't keep its word."
"I curse you to die a horrible death. It'd be best if you were struck by Sword Immortal's sword!"
In the rainy night, an ancient voice sounded.
"Old Mo, we can be considered old acquaintances. It's not good for you to say my name in the middle of the night!"
"Who is it? Come out!"
As soon as he finished speaking,
A figure in flowery clothes slowly walked out in the dark night.
He was dressed in flowery clothes, with a hint of green. At this moment, only the wine bottle was left on his waist!
"Why is it you?!"
When he saw the appearance of the person who came, the old man felt that the air instantly froze.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Miniscule raindrops fell and thunder rumbled. Lightning flashed across the night sky from time to time.
In the desert, the two figures looked at each other.
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