Douluo's Heavens Upgrade

Chen Xiaoming watched silently from the side, always feeling that this Taoist priest was a bit ill-fated.

Hearing Bai Qian's words, the Taoist priest's eyes lit up, he was worried that Bai Qian had something to do with the owner of the fan, but now it can be ruled out.

"Girl, can this fan be sold to this old man?"

Pointing at the fan in Bai Qian's hand, the Taoist priest's rat eyes flashed with treacherous light.

Chen Xiaoming frowned, this look made him very uncomfortable, but the other party didn't make a move after all, and he didn't want to make a rash move in front of Bai Qian.

Bai Qian shook her head, this fan was the first item she picked up, and she wanted to keep it as a souvenir.

Seeing that he could not get it by chance, the Taoist directly took it away from the fan in Bai Qian's hand.

"Snapped."

With a muffled sound, he saw the Taoist priest's hand being grasped by Chen Xiaoming. The seemingly thin hand was stronger than iron pincers. No matter how hard the Taoist priest struggled, he couldn't shake it.

"I've seen you dislike for a long time, but you still dare to do it!"

The Taoist priest's face, in Chen Xiaoming's eyes, is so ill-fated, and now the other party wants to take a shot at Bai Qian.

"It really sucks!"

With a light voice in his mouth, he slapped the opponent's face with a hand, and a heavy force slapped the Taoist priest's face. He saw bleeding from the corner of the Taoist priest's mouth, and instantly flew out and fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Xiao Ming, he won't die, will he?"

Thinking that Chen Xiaoming is an immortal in the shape of an immortal seed, this casual palm is not acceptable to ordinary people.

"It's okay, he's not dead."

Turning around, Wei Wei explained that he had control over his power, but if he didn't die, he wouldn't be able to guarantee that he would be paralyzed in the future.

"Let's go back first."

Glancing at the growing crowd, Chen Xiaoming felt a little irritable, took Bai Qian's jade hand, got up and walked out of the market town.

Bai Qian was guarded by Chen Xiaoming, pushed aside the crowd, followed Chen Xiaoming obediently, and went all the way up the mountain.

The Taoist priest lay on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and did not leave. Bai Qian was also afraid that Chen Xiaoming would get into trouble because of this.

Walking all the way, just as the two left, a woman in black clothes looked at the backs of Bai Qian and Chen Xiaoming from a distance, flashing deep colors.

"That breath?"

It's a bit uncertain, but when Chen Xiaoming shot before, because he didn't fully control the power, he unconsciously leaked his breath.

It's just that the leaked breath is too powerful, she can't see what kind of cultivation base Chen Xiaoming is?

So, because of this, she didn't dare to rush forward?

All the way back to Junji Mountain, Chen Xiaoming was about to comfort the other party, but he saw that Bai Qian didn't care anymore.

Sitting alone on the steps in front of the house, Bai Qian dragged her cheeks, thinking about something, and after a while, she got up and walked towards Chen Xiaoming.

Staring at Chen Xiaoming with extremely serious eyes, Chen Xiaoming's heart was trembling when he saw it.

"Xiao Ming, why don't we live on the mountain in the future instead of going down the mountain."

Although the world under the mountain is interesting, Bai Qian still wants to live on this mountain for some unknown reason.

"Ah."

Staring at Bai Qian, Chen Xiaoming smiled lightly and nodded. The latter saw that Chen Xiaoming agreed and smiled as happy as a child.

As time goes by, the years go by.

In a blink of an eye, half a year has passed. For half a year, Chen Xiaoming has been accompanying Bai Qian, living on this Junji Mountain, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, but the relationship with Bai Qian is getting closer and closer. .

It's just that this kind of intimacy is not what Bai Qian likes.

Just like at the beginning, the purpose of her watering was just to have someone to accompany her.

In the past six months, Chen Xiaoming has changed a lot. With the passage of time, some basic memories in his mind have gradually recovered.

The recovery of soul power has brought back some basic common sense, such as the simplest cognition, and some behavioral judgments.

The recovery of these memories allowed Chen Xiaoming to gradually regain his senses.

Unfortunately, the power of the soul has completely returned to normal, and Chen Xiaoming's memory is only these.

Some important parts, together with his previous experience, were all cut off and could not be recovered.

"Alas, did the old self have water in their brains?"

Sitting cross-legged in the shade of a tree, Chen Xiaoming sighed, disgusting what he had done before.

This is like a mentally retarded operation. The person who tricks himself is not a human being, a ghost or a ghost, what exactly is the picture.

He doesn't even have a complete memory now, and he doesn't know what to do next.

"Forget it, I'll just take care of myself."

Chapter 252 Will You Marry Me

Spring and winter come, how old is cold and autumn

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Chen Xiaoming spent his third winter in this world on Junji Mountain.

The heavy snow fluttered, and the snowflakes fell from the sky, scattered on the vast land, and the Junji Mountain was instantly covered with thick snow, covered with snow and covered in silver.

"Xiao Ming, come and see, it's snowing."

The early morning light shone, the door of the wooden house was pushed open, and a pretty figure, wearing a white felt skirt, looked at the heavy snow between heaven and earth, smiling like a child.

He shouted to the inside of the wooden house, and then he couldn't wait to rush into the snow.

"Come on, Qian Qian."

A figure in Tsing Yi walked out of the wooden house with a smile on his face, watching the woman dancing in the snow, his eyes twinkling.

The young man is Chen Xiaoming, and the woman in white is Bai Qian.

Since they came here three years ago, Chen Xiaoming and Bai Qian have lived on this Junji Mountain for three years. During the three years, because of Bai Qian's existence, Chen Xiaoming almost forgot everything.

Forget that he is a transmigrator, forget that he is not a human being, and forget that he has a systemic existence.

With Bai Qian, Chen Xiaoming only wanted to be a mortal.

In the past three years, I haven't explored this plane, and I haven't improved my cultivation once, and I rarely show my cultivation.

Gradually, he was about to forget that he was a coercive existence.

With such a posture, I don't know if Chen Xiaoming had thought about this when he beheaded himself.

Changed to Chen Xiaoming's character before, looking at himself like this, he absolutely forced himself to strangle himself to death.

"call out."

Standing in front of the wooden house, looking at Bai Qian below, Chen Xiaoming flicked his fingers, and a stream of light disappeared into the flying snow.

Seeing the flying snow rushing up, streams of light flickered, snowflakes fluttered around Bai Qian's body under the aura of aura, like dancing elves, dancing between heaven and earth.

The streamer shone, and the snowflakes fluttered around. It was located on Bai Qian's body in the center. Little stars appeared, and the crystal snowflakes flickered with colorful rays of light, floating on the snow.

A white strip of snow fluttered, changing between the heavens and the earth, and the light flickered, turning into a thin, crystal-clear coat that fell from the air and draped over Bai Qian's body.

In an instant, Bai Qian was like an ice queen, dancing gracefully and stunningly.

"Xiao Ming, you are too."

Bai Qian walked over quickly, took Chen Xiaoming's hand, pulled him into the snow, and played together in the flying snow.

after a long time

Chen Xiaoming and Bai Qian were lying in the snow and playing for a long time, a trace of exhaustion appeared, but there was still a happy smile on their faces.

"Xiao Ming, do you think the two of us have always been like this?"

Waving her jade hand, playing with the falling snowflakes, Bai Qian said with a smile.

In the past three years, with Chen Xiaoming's company, she has been very happy and happy every day.

As innocent as she is, at this moment, I just hope that such days can continue forever.

"Hmm, yes."

Chen Xiaoming looked at Bai Qian's happy look beside him, and nodded heavily.

After three years of getting along, Bai Qian's figure gradually penetrated into Chen Xiaoming's heart. Until this moment, Chen Xiaoming had an illusion in his heart that he seemed to like this innocent woman.

"Qianqian, will you marry me?"

The words blurted out, and after speaking, Chen Xiaoming's heart became rough, like a child, staring nervously at the other party, waiting for the other party's answer, for fear of the other party's rejection.

Bai Qian was stunned when he heard the words, then turned his head and looked at Chen Xiaoming beside him, there was a slight change in his innocent eyes.

"When we become pro, can we be together forever?"

Chen Xiaoming was stunned by the novel brain circuit. He thought that Bai Qian would agree, refuse, and hesitate.

But the only thing I didn't think about was that Bai Qian would answer herself like this.

For a time, Chen Xiaoming met Bai Qian's eyes, stared at it for a long time, and finally shook his head, gritted his teeth, and said softly.

"Qianqian, even if we don't get married, we will always be together."

Reaching out and touching Baiqian's hair, Chen Xiaoming felt bitter in his heart, but still forced a smile.

From Bai Qian's eyes, he didn't see the answer he wanted. The other party didn't seem to understand at all, what is like and love.

Without forcing the other party, Chen Xiaoming was unwilling to take advantage of others' danger, let alone the woman he liked.

Touching the other person's hair, Chen Xiaoming slowly got up, the temperature of the flying snow seemed to drop a bit, making him feel a little chill.

With a bit of loneliness, Chen Xiaoming walked away slowly, returned to the wooden house, and lit the stove for heating in the house.

In the snowy field on the other side, Bai Qian looked at the back of Chen Xiaoming's departure. For some reason, his heart ached.

After three years of getting along, Bai Qian's life has left Chen Xiaoming's figure, and it is an indelible figure.

At this moment, seeing Chen Xiaoming hurt alone, her heart seemed to sting a bit.

For the next three days, the continuous heavy snow blocked Junji Mountain. Chen Xiaoming and Bai Qian lived in the wooden house as usual.

Chen Xiaoming didn't mention the matter of marrying Bai Qian again, as if this incident had never happened, and he was with Bai Qian every day as usual.