The third monster hunter

"Tingting is graceful, and the prisoner of greed is like this garden peony, sad..."

The south looked at Ran Ye who was so sad and sad, is this still the proud little princess she used to be?

"Nine children..."

Ran Ye just stared at the painting in rapt attention, with mist in her eyes, thinking about the person she was thinking about.Chu Yue... Do you hate me to the core?No wonder my hands are stained with the blood of so many fellow disciples of yours... If not, how would you survive, and how would I survive...

Seeing Ran Ye like this in the south, she stretched out her hand behind her back and wanted to hold Ran Ye in her arms, but after much hesitation, she still put it down powerlessly, her hands drooping so that she clenched her fist.

"Nanfang... I'm a little tired and I'm going back to rest." Ran Yan's tone revealed a trace of exhaustion, Nanfang frowned and looked at Ran Yan distressedly, "I made you medicine, you drink the medicine Rest."

Ran Ye smiled gratefully as an answer, but when she turned her head, her eyes were deep and unpredictable.

Nanfang has been watching Ran Ye's back disappear, staring at the back of the woman in the painting, his left hand blocked the wide sleeve of his right hand and picked up the pen that was put aside.

When Ran Ye stepped into Nanfang's study a few days later, she found that the painting was hung on the wall by Nanfang, but the girl she painted that day seemed to be flying away at any time, and the courtyard surrounding the peony was at this moment. It was blown open by the blast, and the sky was full of peony petals surrounding the girl.

Ran Ye stared at the painting for a long time, then closed her eyes, "South... I'm sorry."

Chapter 52

Since Shushan, the most prominent of the monster-hunting sect, was slaughtered, monsters have been rampant all over the world, and the strength of monster-hunting masters has been hit hard.

Every seemingly peaceful jungle often hides huge dangers.

The large and small new tree stumps in this forest all indicate that the woodcutter has just arrived, but the discarded axes and scattered wood look unusual...

Suddenly, a cry for help in the distance shook the birds perched on the tree.

"Help! Help!!" Several woodcutters ran away crying, desperately calling for help, hoping that someone would come to save them... But they also knew in their hearts that the world is in chaos now, and who would care if the demon catcher can't take care of himself? Are they dead or alive?

Soon, a monster covered with crocodile-like skin was crawling towards them, its eyes were scarlet like blood...

The monster swung around and walked directly in front of these woodcutters, licking its tongue and slowly approaching them.There is unscrupulous greed in his eyes...

The woodcutters backed away tremblingly, and now I'm afraid they really have to explain here, and some timid ones were even frightened and cried.The courageous ones also have trembling legs, which is the instinctive fear of creatures...

At the moment when they were completely desperate, suddenly a cold light flashed and the monster had turned into black dust!

The woodcutters looked up and found a young man in white clothes floating on the sword. Because of the sharp contrast between life and death, the woodcutters all knelt on the ground and cried.

One of them has a courageous mind and is also extremely flexible. No matter which monster-hunting sect he belongs to with such profound mana, he must worship it more in the future!

Boldly shouted, "Dare to ask the source of the Xian family! Please bless the Xian family!"

Chu Yue casually dropped a talisman on which the inscription "Shushan" was impressively written!

Then Yu Jian flew away from here.

The woodcutters were left shouting in surprise, "Shushan... Shushan has revived!!"

That's right, Shushan has revived.

Not long ago, Chu Yue summoned all the nominal disciples outside Shushan, turned them into official disciples, and recruited more disciples.Talented and intelligent, he personally taught him mana and homework.It only took half a month to rebuild the deserted Shushan Mountain!There is even a faint glow of the heyday.

The means of revitalizing Shushan is also to make the demon world frightened. Shushan has added a new door rule "Those who are not from my clan, do not capture but kill!"

Moreover, if the disciples of the outer cabinet who are hunting monsters outside meet a monster with high magic power, if they feel that they are no match for a signal flare, within half a cup of tea, cabinet disciples or even the head of the cabinet will personally come out to solve it!

Therefore, in just half a month after the revival of Shu Mountain, no monster in the demon world dared to set foot in the human world, and all the monsters in the human world hid in the deep mountains and old forests for their lives to be safe.

The world has restored a scene of singing and dancing.

Fairy Navigator

Listening to what Nanfang said, her heart felt as if her heart was tightly held to death by one hand... Every breath she took seemed difficult due to the squeeze.

"Not from my clan...not to capture, but to kill..." Ran Yan repeated this sentence with difficulty, she could even imagine how indifferent Chu Yue's expression was at that time.

Don't capture, just kill... I'm afraid the only person you want to kill is me...

Chu Yue...Chu Yue, you know the pain in my heart. My father died, and my brothers and sisters are only the third brother, but there is no news of him.The country is gone, the family is gone, all the ministers in the court have betrayed me... I only have you in this palace... How can I make you leave me too... How do you tell me to choose!

A great grievance came to Ran Ye's heart, she was selfish, she just couldn't help but watch Chu Yue leave her again.She would rather kill the world than lose Chu Yue, because Chu Yue is her last obsession.

Shushan was slaughtered by her own hands, she has no way to veto it, and she has nothing to do.It is precisely because of this that there is no possibility for her and Chu Yue in this life...