After developing a villain heroine, they came after her

Chapter 235 A casual glance over the millennium

Qingcheng Mountain is thousands of miles away.

A certain foundation-building ancestor suddenly opened his eyes.

He stared in the direction of the capital, his expression full of horror.

As a practitioner, he is naturally the most sensitive to such heavenly movements and visions.

But is this huge and almost terrifying aura really something that people of their time can achieve?

He couldn't help but fall into deep self-doubt.

After thinking about it for a long time, and then thinking about the spiritual fluctuation that happened in Qingshi before, the old man finally couldn't bear it anymore and was ready to go out to find out.

But as soon as he stepped forward, he suddenly thought of something, took out a smartphone from his robe, found the number and dialed it.

"Xiao Wang, help me book a ticket to the capital as quickly as possible!"

In these turbulent years, I can only save a little spiritual energy...

……

……

At the same time, Longhu Mountain Tianshi Mansion.

One after another, figures passed by, and everyone looked up at the sky, with uncontrollable shock on their faces.

I was really stunned when I saw it.

I think they are also the senior practitioners of the older generation of Longhu Mountain. Among them are many top powerhouses such as those at the peak of Qi training. No matter where they go, they are respected by the world.

They can truly be regarded as the top fighting force in the world.

However, when faced with such a celestial phenomenon, they could not think of any resistance at all.

Just watching from a distance, the storm in the rain already made them feel suffocated.

It’s hard to imagine what it would be like to stand in the center of the storm.

Finally, someone came to his senses and shouted loudly.

"Hurry and ask the ancestor to come out of seclusion!"

But his words did not receive the response he imagined.

Everyone lowered their heads, remained silent, and refused to speak.

Instead, a young voice came.

"Uncle, don't worry. Why bother him with such a trivial matter?"

When the man who was respectfully called Uncle Master heard this voice, his face twitched subconsciously.

Then I turned around and saw a junior.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his black purple robe symbolizing Senior Brother Longhushan dancing in the wind, and his posture straight.

Unlike all the elders who bowed their heads, he was the only one who was not afraid at this time and looked up at the sky.

He said quickly: "I saw that vision, but it was nothing..."

But his voice was soon interrupted by a scolding from his uncle.

"Bao Ying, stop talking nonsense here and talk to me if you have something to say!"

"Otherwise, be careful, I'll whip you!"

When the young man heard this, his face suddenly turned red, and he hurriedly argued: "Uncle Master, we agreed not to call him by this name anymore!"

That's right.

As a dignified elder brother of a Taoist holy land, his real name is so ridiculous.

He once regarded it as the shame of his life.

Uncle Master knew that he had made a mistake, but it was impossible for him to lower his face and apologize at the moment, so he coughed twice and said, "If you have anything to say, ancestor, tell me quickly."

He knew Bao Ying's temperament. Although this child acted a little too strong, he could definitely be both rough and fine.

Since he appears here, he must have gone to find the ancestor.

Sure enough, the next moment, the young man looked up at the sky again, his expression restored to the indifference of looking down on all living beings.

"Ancestor has something to say..."

"Don't worry, please take a look first before talking."

Uncle Master stepped forward and slapped him on the back of the head.

"speak English."

"I can't control it, just do whatever you want."

……

……

The storm in the back mountain came quickly and violently, but left silently.

Almost at the moment when the strong wind swept through the young man's clothes and scratched his skin, the two people at the center of the storm chose to stop in unison.

Then the world suddenly became extremely quiet.

The violent wind that threatened to swallow everything dissipated in an instant, leaving only thousands of silver threads hanging upside down and falling to the ground, making a crisp sound.

wow-

Time seems to have stopped at this moment.

Then, it was quickly broken by the sound of subtle footsteps.

The young man lowered his eyes slightly and scanned the messy battlefield.

<divclass="contentadv"> His expression was slightly cold, as if he was pitying the suffering of all things in the world.

The terrifying storm disappeared, revealing two slender figures.

The green Taoist robe on Luo Congan's body now has many gaps, and the fair and delicate skin inside can still be vaguely seen.

Her long hair, which was originally tied behind her head, had long since been scattered and draped slightly randomly around her shoulders.

Opposite her, Mu Sanniang stood holding a knife.

The white dress that the girl had carefully taken care of and wore specially to meet her brother was stained with a lot of dirt at some point, and it no longer looked so white and flawless, and was slightly tarnished.

On the surface, it seemed that Mu Sanniang had the upper hand.

But in fact, only the girl herself knew how difficult it was to guard against that mysterious sword intent.

She had to admit that the bad woman who held her brother hostage was indeed the strongest enemy she had ever encountered.

Although he has not tried his best, who knows whether the other party will hold back.

The boy's gentle voice broke the two of them's meditation.

"Have you had enough trouble?"

he asked.

He was obviously the weakest of the three people present, but his words sounded very arrogant.

But when they saw the young man's clothes with blood seeping out, the two of them opened their mouths slightly, their eyes flashed with distress, and they were embarrassed to speak out to refute.

Even the bickering when they first met was gone now. He just looked at the boy with half pity and half guilt in his eyes.

"not talking?"

Chen An raised his eyes and his eyes fell on the two 'chief criminals'.

He pondered: "Then you've had enough trouble?"

When the young man said these words, his expression and tone did not fluctuate much.

But how could Mu Sanniang and Luo Cong'an, who were familiar with his nature, not notice that he was angry.

Come to think of it, whether it was with Luo Congan's first life or with Mu Sanniang, he had always been rarely angry.

It is difficult to see such emotions in Chen An.

A little while ago, it was Luo Congan who was the first to break the silence.

She pursed her lips, put away the three-foot Qingfeng in her hand, and shouted weakly and timidly.

"gentlemen……"

Chen An looked over and looked at her.

The latter lowered his head and muttered an apology.

"Sorry……"

The palm of my hand brushed over the top of my head, feeling a little itchy.

Luo Cong'an looked up and saw a young man walking over, stroking her loose hair.

"Have you forgotten our agreement?"

he asked casually.

Luo Congan looked stunned, and couldn't help but think of the conversation with his husband at the private school that day.

Time seems to be reversing at this moment.

A warm light shone into the private school, reflecting the girl's misty eyes.

"It's wrong, it's wrong, Cong An knows it's wrong..."

"Then, what's wrong?"

"You shouldn't hit people..."

The gentleman's hand brushed the girl's blue hair, his voice was gentle and his expression was serious.

"no."

"You were wrong because you shouldn't have said sorry to me."

"I obviously told you a long time ago that no matter what you do in front of me, you don't need to say sorry."

The girl threw herself into the man's arms, bursting into tears and soaking her clothes.

Her voice became broken due to sobs.

"Wuwu... He insisted on saying that I wanted to harm Mr...."

"I am not unknown, I will not harm sir."

……

My thoughts slowly returned, and every detail reappeared in my mind.

The woman stared at the boy in front of her who was arranging her hair, and lowered her eyes.

The evening of that day was very short, so short that it was just a casual glance in this thousand years.

But for Luo Congan, it was something she could remember for the rest of her life.