(BL)(MTL)Master is dedicated to playing the villain

Chapter 57

Chapter 57 Remnant Soul

    You are about to get lost. In the

    dark space, Qiu Wanxuan sat cross-legged. He glanced at the chain between his wrists, then looked up at the huge beheading axe that was hanging less than five feet above his head in mid-air, and sighed slightly. .

    Seeing him like this, Mo Ling sighed, "Who told you not to run?"

    Qiu Wanxuan was silent. It wasn't that he couldn't run, but he overestimated Bai Xuan and underestimated the importance of Sword Sovereign to Xia Churan. .

    The indulgence of Xia Churan before made him too self-righteous, so he chose to stay because he was worried about the other party after the prison robbery.

    Now it seems that in Xia Churan's eyes, the only difference between him and others is that the other party will not do it himself, but choose to let him fend for himself.

    But even so, he was still worried.

    Without his obstruction, would Xia Churan go to the sect and ask for his deed in person?

    With Xia Churan's current appearance, the answer is yes.

    He couldn't wait any longer, so he made up his mind and closed his eyes to connect to Xia Churan's sea of ​​consciousness - the

    situation was worse than he imagined.

    The turbulent waves that had been suppressed before were slapping the reefs on the shore unscrupulously, and the sky was covered with lightning and thunder, and even because the electric light was too dense, the dark night sky was exceptionally bright, and the deafening thunder, accompanied by the whistling wind and rain, almost made the autumn fall. As soon as Wanxuan entered, his body swayed and he could hardly stand still.

    On the coast that had been submerged by the sea, there was only a nine-story tower that reached the sky, and the tower was illuminated by lightning, but the original white jade wall was now black, as if it was carved from black colored glass.

    Qiu Wanxuan didn't see Xia Churan, but heard a faint sob.

    He looked around, and finally locked on the seventh floor of the tower and jumped up.

    Inside the tower, Qiu Wanxuan walked through a door, and saw a young boy sitting on a hill full of books, holding a jade slip, and wiping his tears with the back of his hand.

    As soon as the tears were wiped away, they fell again in big drops, dripping on the jade slip.

    Qiu Wanxuan knew that this was a strange fire.

    Sensing the person coming, the child raised his head, blinked his eyes, snorted and looked Qiu Wanxuan up and down and said, "You are... oh, are you the master who taught the master's exercises?"

    Although Qiu Wanxuan said I have been here many times, but every time Xia Churan called him actively, and Qingluan would be blocked when he was practicing, so they had not met each other in the sea of ​​​​knowledge.

    He nodded, then shook his head, "I'm not his master."

    Xia Churan had already been expelled from his teacher's door, and the "Mo Ling" he pretended to be was just Xia Churan's "senior".

    Qingluan snorted and said in a low voice, "Actually, it's just a title, the master just cares too much." After speaking, she wiped away her tears.