You Are Too Ugly, I Refuse

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There is a saying in the human world-do not worry blindly on weekdays, even if the sky falls, there are tall people standing.

And when the day really collapsed, Qingchuan just wanted to scold: top fart!

There are nine heavens in the fairyland, each of which has countless Qionglou high-rise buildings, and its scenery is not different from the ordinary world. There are mountains, green lakes, and seas, not to mention the sky trace on the side guarded by the town’s magic tower. The place where the mysterious realm left by the ancient gods Yige.

But for tens of thousands of years, no one has dabbled in that land, because the only way to the secret realm is the tower of the town tower within the tower.

However, this is good, the town demon tower is broken, the sky dome where the mysterious realm is also collapsed, countless treasures in the mysterious realm fall straight down to the human world, and a singular aura of aura in the air, but the cents are afraid Looking for the lower bound of the falling direction of those treasures.

——Of course, there are so many people who are not afraid of death in every place, and the fairyland is no exception.

Qingchuan stood high above Chiakitai, carefully counting the number of gathered disciples.

With this number, he found something wrong-there were a total of 387 disciples in Yunjianmen. Apart from the younger brothers who went to Zhenmo Tower with Yuncaiye, there was also Qing who ran to Emperor Xuanhua Outside of the waves, there should be 385 talents standing on the Chiaki platform.

But he repeatedly counted three times, and only 379 people were counted. Where did the six missing people go?

Qingchuan frowned and yelled in a low voice: "Are everyone here?"

All the Qingyi disciples on the Chiaki platform shared the same voice: "Let's go!"

"Qi Fart!" Qingchuan scolded, "Here, he missed six people. You have to open your eyes and look around! Look for the person who finds your homemate is there! If there are asylum seekers, the heavy penalty is not amnesty!"

As soon as Qingchuan said this, Chiakitai blew up, making a lot of noise. All disciples, look at me, I look at you, carefully searching for fellow disciples in the crowd, for fear of being missed and beaten by Qingchuan.

"Brother..." Qingying pulled Qingchuan's sleeve and whispered to him, "Are you sure there are six fewer people? How can I count the seven missing?"

As soon as Qingchuan's voice fell, Qingying lifted her chin and began to count the number of people on the Chiaki platform. However, she counted only 378 people, one less than Qingchuan, and she was a little confused. Asked about the export.

"What? Only seven fewer?" Qingya suddenly turned her head, staring at Qingying and Qingchuan in a stunned manner. "Are you afraid that you are not dazzled? I am obviously missing nine people."

Hearing the words, Qingchuan's pair of swords frowned more tightly, and his fierce eyes swept down the stage, preparing to count again, but saw a disciple in the crowd raised his hand tremblingly.

Qingchuan nodded his head and motioned to the disciple to speak. The disciple in Tsing Yi received the order and shivered: "Master, our four disciples living next door are gone..."

Qingchuan recognized the disciple. He and the four missing persons he said in his mouth were a group of young teachers who entered Yunjianmen later in the last millennium, but the group of students was also taught by him personally. , They will definitely not be able to do such a thing, but where did they go?

The disciple saw Qingchuan didn't speak, and his voice shook even more: "I... the three disciples who were with me were also gone, but we came together..."

The green kite frowned and asked him, "Will it be that they have slipped away after they arrived?"

As soon as the blue kite's voice fell, Qingchuan immediately said: "It's impossible. I have a familiar temperament with a few of them. Those few have no courage to do such a thing."

Green Kite took a deep breath and turned to look at the disciple who had just spoken, ready to inquire about the details, but where she could not see the disciple.

"How about Qingyi people?" Qingyuan asked for a moment before looking at it again.

"Brother Qingyi... He was gone..." The disciples who just stood beside Qingyi were also surprised, and said suspiciously.

Green Kite said: "Isn't he still talking here?"

"Sister, we don't know, Brother Qingyi... He disappeared out of thin air..."

Disappeared out of thin air.

As soon as these four words came out, there was a strange atmosphere on the Chiaki platform. This seemingly absurd answer was the only answer.

If the few people they ordered earlier slipped away quietly, it’s okay. But Qingyi really disappeared under their eyelids, and those who have just talked together, turn their eyes like a soft touch. The smoky smoke disappeared in place, which is extremely strange.

But the weird thing is far more than this one. As soon as Yun Caiye and Zhu Yuan were on the way, he felt a severe pain in the wound on his right arm that had been poorly healed, and he could not help but humming and kneeling Fall to the sword.

The blood spilling from the torn wound quickly soaked the clothes, and Zhu Yuan's expression was awkward. He quickly yanked away Yun Caiye's clothes. Sure enough, he saw a fresh sword wound on the young man's right shoulder, which was like a repeat of Bian Bian The situation of the war in Shazhou.

Yun Caiye's face was terrible, and he seemed to realize that something was wrong, holding back the pain in his right arm and pulling the clothes of Zhu Yuan with his left hand: "Zhu Yuan... Are you okay..."

Zhu Yuan gently put down the evening leaves, and then went to help the youth, comforting him: "I'm fine, I respect you—"

Before Zhu Yuan's words were finished, he saw that the wound on Yun Caiye's right shoulder quickly healed at a rate visible to the naked eye, just like never before, and even the faint pink scars that hadn't disappeared after all disappeared.

Yun Caiye's eyes widened, and Yu Jian pulled his clothes away toward Yun Jianmen.

As soon as he arrived at Yunjianmen, he found that...the remaining disciples gathered on Qianqiutai and quickly looked at him after hearing the sound.

"Master! Little brother!" Qingying quickly relieved when she saw Zhu Yuan's unharmed figure.

Starting from the absence of Qingyi, the disciples of Yunjianmen who were in front of him began to disappear one by one, in the order of worshiping Yunjianmen—as if they were backtracking at the same time. However, in these ten thousand years, the last disciple of the Xian family who worshipped Yun Jianmen was Zhu Yuan.

Qingying didn't know how to describe her mood when she realized this matter, not to mention that Zhu Yuan was one of the seven core disciples of Yunjianmen, a master's lover, and more importantly-he liked it people.

What Yun Caiye has been doing for the past tens of thousands of years, all these disciples see in their eyes, and naturally they can also see how happy Master is after Master and Master are together.

If the younger brother suddenly disappeared in front of Master... No, the younger brother was raised by Master himself, he will not disappear suddenly, but will change from a youth to a teenager, and then to the appearance when he was not transformed in his childhood. Yu changes back to an egg, and will eventually disappear.

For the Master who loves to disappear, this is like torture, and the knife is lingering in the heart of the Master.

So when the number of missing people has exceeded 70, and the other two are hers, she does not have any fear in her heart, but she feels heartache for a master who may be sadder than her.

"Master Zun...you and the younger brother are okay...it's so nice..." Qingying pursed her lips, trying not to let the tears fall in her eyes, showing a happy smile.

"Qingying!" Yun Caiye's heartstrings tightened, her pupils squeezed, and she suddenly ran towards the Qingying, trying to grab her sleeve.

However, he grabbed a hand of air.

Where Qingying was originally standing, she was gone.

Yun Caiye stepped back in disbelief, and Qingyan had cried with her mouth resting on Qingshi's shoulder.

But at this time, there was a thick bell sounding from the ancient times in Jiuzhong heaven. Every corner of the echo.

This is the heavenly bell of the Universal Temple.

As soon as the day sounded, Immortal Realm was in a hurry.

Before the most critical moment, Xuanhua will not make people ring the world's heavenly clock.

They do not have to raise their heads, they can guard the gods who go to the world palace in their magic weapon.

Yun Caiye also wanted to follow Yu Jian, but suddenly received Qin Qing's Bai Luan letter. The letter said that he knew where Raba was, and wanted Yuncaiye to feel past, a little later... He was not a ghost, he wanted to be a human again.