devil in heart

【A hundred years have passed, like a dream】

Perhaps the Luoxing faction has always been the one who speaks, and they are not very sharp from top to bottom.At this time, Luo Chengxu was so stunned by Xie Muyou that he couldn't speak, and could only pant heavily.

Xie Muyou glanced at Jing An who was gathering his strength, and walked towards Luo Chengxu to avoid their conversation from disturbing Jing An who had settled down.

Luo Chengxu looked at Xie Muyou, and there was a sense of anger in his heart, why?

Why should a person who doesn't understand anything point fingers at him? !

Why can he get so much without paying anything...

Luo Chengxu suddenly calmed down unexpectedly in the extreme collapse, and he found that he was actually jealous of Xie Muyou.

But why did my jealousy arise?When did it come about?

Luo Chengxu looked at Xie Muyou who was looking at him coldly, and suddenly a suspicion arose in his heart.

A person who knows Bai Wuchang and cuts horned dragons with his sword... would such a person be an ordinary human being?

And Xie Muyou seems to be very familiar with this formation, Luo Chengxu doesn't believe that this formation will trap him, and the reason why he is tied up is because of the man beside him, right?

And that man is also unusual, the weapon in his hand can change its shape and size, and he didn't die when he entered the heaven sacrifice formation, and destroyed the formation he had worked so hard to set up.

Recalling his disdain when he mentioned longevity...

Who would disdain?Only those who get it are qualified to dismiss it.

Luo Chengxu suddenly realized that the person standing in front of him was most likely the one who lived forever.

"You...cough, what do you know?" Luo Chengxu said intermittently, "Do you know how much I have paid for longevity?"

Luo Chengxu crawled to Xie Muyou's feet, and said weakly: "I don't have a wife, I don't have a daughter, I've lost so many things! Let me give up, it's just a dream!"

Xie Muyou frowned, thinking that this person was probably crazy.

He didn't make Luo Chengxu give up either. It should be said that whether Luo Chengxu can live forever and how much he gave up for longevity has nothing to do with him.

He was just talking about the fact that longevity does not mean eternal peace, let alone power and wealth.

Luo Chengxu smiled: "You don't understand, what do people like you who have no worries know?"

Xie Muyou glanced at the head of the sect, and thought that this apprentice really didn't teach well.They are all so old, and they still live like kindergarten children.No, kids can carry it better than him.

There is an injustice and a debtor. If he really can't live forever, he should go to Yu Tong.

"However, I have a secret to tell you." Luo Chengxu panted heavily, and waved at him.

"What?" Xie Muyou was not happy to get so close to him, but just asked what he wanted to say.

Luo Chengxu didn't mind either, out of breath, he said, "You, do you want to know how Yu Wei found me?"

Yu Wei?

Xie Muyou really wanted to know.It seems that Yu Wei was coerced by Qu Wan, but Xie Muyou, who remembered Yu Wei's real identity, thought how could Qu Wan be able to coerce Lord Long Jun?

It's nothing more than a play, it seems that the only fools are the planners, and the sharp-tongued people who cause trouble are just a cover.

"It's Feng..." Luo Chengxu's voice gradually weakened when he said this.

Xie Muyou didn't doubt that he was there, so he knelt down and approached him.

"It's Feng..."

In the blink of an eye, a question suddenly popped into Xie Muyou's mind - Luo Chengxu was not injured, he was not backlashed, but he became so weak after being slapped by Master? !

But it's too late.Luo Chengxu pressed Xie Qi's back with the palm of his right hand, and with his left hand, he held a three-edged long awl made of Geng gold and pierced his chest from behind.

Luo Chengxu wanted to use the sword to pour the hearts of the two of them together.

That was the way Luo Chengxu tricked Yu Wei out after getting him drunk——

"Isn't it easy to live forever? If you fuse the blood of the gods with your own, even if you don't live forever, you will be able to prolong your life for a hundred years."

Luo Chengxu was dubious at the beginning, but he still used the little Geng gold left to forge such a triangular long cone that could just kill himself from behind.

For the final preparation, he has been coaxing the master to tell the clues of the immortal.In the end, Master discovered his purpose and plan because he pushed too hard, which led to the sudden rescheduling of the dinner before the opening of the Treasure Hunting Conference.

Luo Chengxu half-kneeled on the ground, Xie Muyou bent over and leaned over.Once the triangular pyramid pierces Xie Muyou's chest, blood will flow into Luo Chengxu's body along the triangular pyramid.

Has Luo Chengxu succeeded?

It should have been successful.

Because everyone present heard another sound of flesh being pierced after Luo Chengxu's pain.

Blood trickled down from between the two of them, staining the clothes red and spreading all over the floor. The smell of blood made everyone feel horrified.

That is the most instinctive fear of death for animals.

"Why-what?" Luo Chengxu looked down at his punctured chest and murmured, "Why?"

"I also want to know, why?" Xie Muyou looked at Luo Chengxu, or behind Luo Chengxu.

"Yes... I didn't teach him well." The headmaster said weakly.

Xie Muyou took a step back, Luo Chengxu was firmly controlled by his master's arms at this time, unable to break free.

Luo Chengxu couldn't believe it, and everyone couldn't believe it either.At the last moment, the head of the sect rushed forward and hugged Luo Chengxu's back, and blocked the direction of the triangular pyramid with his withered palm, blocking between Xie Muyou and Luo Chengxu.

The sharp triangular pyramid pierced through the palm of the master, and the blood flowed like a column.

Xie Muyou squinted his eyes and stared at the headmaster for a long time, until he saw a scar on the forehead covered by slender hair.

"It's you?"

The long-standing memories were tossed out, and Xie Muyou was suddenly stunned.

"Cough..." The master coughed up a mouthful of blood, "Sir, you have a good memory."

"What about you?" Xie Muyou's mind was a little confused for a moment, and he suddenly knew where the Falling Star Sect's nine-star formation came from.

It was clearly stored by him at the little boy's place.

It is said to be a deposit, but it is actually a gift.

He thought that if the boy walked on the ghost path, he would be able to talk to the ghost messenger by holding this token.

"Don't move." Xie Muyou looked at his bleeding palm, trying to stop the bleeding.

But was rejected by the head: "Sir, let's take a look at the person in the painting first."

people in the picture...

Xie Muyou turned his head, and suddenly found that Jing An's eyes were closed, but golden animal patterns were showing all over his body.

Yeah...

I seem to have made the same mistake again.

In order to let Jing An settle down with peace of mind, he sent a piece of spiritual power inside so that he would not be disturbed until he finished sorting out the spiritual power.

With this appearance now, can Xie Muyou still not think of what is going on?

Sighed.

Xie Muyou stepped forward and released the restraint he had planted.

Jing An stood up abruptly, with animal patterns on his body looming, Xie Muyou hugged him quickly, and said softly, "I'm fine, I'm fine."

"you--"

Jing An clearly felt a great fear during the meditation, a fear that almost shattered his mind.

"Touch me, I'm really fine."

After Jing An confirmed that the person in front of him was indeed well, he looked over Xie Muyou's shoulder and saw the two people in a pool of blood.

Xie Muyou stepped forward and carefully separated the head's palm from the triangular pyramid.Looking at the bloody palm, Xie Muyou frowned slightly, and was blocked when he was about to cast a spell.

"Sir, don't worry, I know I won't live long." The headmaster lay on the pool of blood, just looking at Xie Muyou in a daze.

Time seemed to turn back, when he was still a child, lying in the pile of dead people looking at the god who saved him.

Xie Muyou sighed, how could he not see it.

In fact, the head of the sect has already run out of oil lamps, and his survival probably depends on a piece of spiritual ginseng and a drop of blood from his fingertips.

No, not all of them.

Xie Muyou squatted down, and still stopped the bleeding for him: "Actually, you are right, to cultivate a long life is to cultivate the Dao, and to do nothing wrong."

His blood is not that effective, it is just hanging the boy's soul.But it has been a hundred years since they first met, and the fact that the boy is still alive shows that he is on the right path.

To everyone's surprise, Jing An looked at his hands and said, "Thank you."

The headmaster smiled, and the corners of his mouth were a little red: "I'm still alive, I just want to see if I can meet my husband again, but I didn't expect to meet not only my husband, but also the person in the painting."

"Okay, okay." His smile grew bigger and bigger, and even his eyes flashed with a sense of perfection, "It seems that my husband has fulfilled his wish, and I will have no regrets in this life."

At the age of eight, he was picked out by his husband from the pile of dead people. His husband gave him a piece of blood, which saved his soul from being almost snatched away by ghosts.It was a troubled time at that time, and when they met again, he was already in his early twenties, chased by devils with a horse and a gun.During an escape, he met a person who told him - "What's the use of running away, if you want to survive, kill back."

When they walked from the darkness to the light, he was stunned, it was clearly the same face as his childhood benefactor.

The benefactor didn't seem to expect it either, and finally let him follow behind.

In those difficult years, I followed my husband through the sea of ​​swords and guns, and knew the two most precious things of my husband.

A weapon and a scroll.

Fast forward a hundred years, and a hundred years are like a dream.

He finally saw the man in the painting that he confessed with his own eyes.

At this time, the person in the painting is holding that weapon in his hand.