Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

The corners of Zhang Danmo's mouth raised slightly, revealing an indistinct gloomy smile, Master... being tortured by the person he likes... must be very painful, right?Not only do I want him to fail you, but I also want everyone to fail you. Do you know how much I love you?

"Bring him back to the Zongli, his bones are destroyed... He will die easily if he stays outside."

"Okay...you were rushed by that force just now, if you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me," Shui Wufeng gently picked him up, and casually put the young man on the ground into the Changxuan red halberd streamer. It was also placed inside, but it was isolated and warmed up with spiritual consciousness.

And this little repair, just throw it away.

Thousands of demon generals saw another little Xianxiu with thin skin and tender flesh come in, who had not yet been protected by the divine sense of the holy king, and they all surrounded him, revealing the demon's bloodthirsty desire.

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When Feng Yangye woke up, he was in the seventh apprentice's room, his bones were destroyed, his body's meridians were exuding severe pain, and... there were many wounds on his body, as if he had been bitten by a wild beast...by a group of ferocious The vague memory of being surrounded by monsters flashed in my mind...

A sudden pain all over the body interrupted all consciousness, and the sense of fear was temporarily suppressed, leaving only pain, but fortunately... these pains are not too different from the pain of broken pills, and he can barely hold on...

It's just that when he thinks back to the indifference of his Taoist companion who couldn't explain how he personally destroyed his own bones, his heart feels empty for a while...

What the hell happened... Twelve... You don't want me?Feng Yangye became short of breath, and wanted to get up to find his Taoist companion, but he couldn't move his body, his bones were crippled, his dantian was completely destroyed, he had no spiritual power and was seriously injured... Now he is probably worse than ordinary people.

"Squeak..." The door was opened, Feng Yangye turned his head weakly, and a figure appeared in his blurred vision... He shook his head and saw the person clearly... Watching himself walking towards him... …

The silhouette of the Taoist couple stayed outside, looking at the other self with gentle eyes, Feng Yangye's heart was getting heavier and heavier, his eyes were red and he wanted to reach out to Shui Wufeng, the "self" who came over beat him up Pressing his arm on the bed in his hand, he gritted his teeth and said two words: "Mo'er..."

Feng Yangye was stunned for a moment, and he realized something, driving the consciousness held by some force to see his appearance clearly, he looked at "myself" in shock, and when he opened his mouth, he found that his throat seemed to be injured, and the Xueyan returned to his stomach, enduring the pain and uttering vaguely and difficultly, his voice was as thin as a gossamer: "Why did you do this? Am I treating you badly?"

"Very good...you don't know how much I love you," Zhang Danmo looked at the master who had woken up after being in a coma for nearly ten days, looked at the puzzlement and anger in Feng Yangye's eyes, and the hatred in his heart It was filled a little bit, and there was a wonderful pleasure. He clenched the thin bones in his hand, and secretly transmitted the voice: "...No one can believe you, and no one will save you, you know? It's you Erbo changed our bodies for us... Master."

Frowns formed between Feng Yangye's brows, Zhang Danmo looked at him and smiled, his master was much more dedicated than he thought... The little junior brother turned out to be the same person as that demon cultivator, and the master was as different as ever , actually got mixed up with the ancient demon Chijiri... But this didn't make his senses much better, the more he understood how close the relationship between the two was, the more jealous he became.

"Master, from now on, only I will know who you are, and only I will love you...they, especially Twelve, he will hate you very much," Zhang Danmo went over to watch Feng Yangye breathing hard and remained silent The vicious look in his eyes flashed past.

love me?What's the meaning?Hate because of love?So kill me?The old master-student relationship suddenly cooled down, Feng Yangye swallowed the surging blood foam, he is not a good-natured and dull person, he will not blindly be kind to those who have evil intentions towards him, and suppressed his heart After getting angry, the headmaster looked coldly at the "good apprentice" who was wearing his own skin, without the slight hesitation and defense he had before: "How is my second uncle?"

"He hasn't woken up yet. He was seriously injured in order to exchange your consciousness with mine." Zhang Danmo coldly sent a sound transmission to try to stimulate his miserable master, but he only found worry on that face. I didn't see the resentment I wanted.

"Heart..."

Hearing the familiar deep voice, Feng Yangye turned his eyes to the owner of the voice involuntarily. The devil walked over, but it was not him who hugged him. He opened his mouth, his wrist was pinched, and he could only spit out vague pain groan.

Shui Wufeng picked up his Taoist companion, and didn't take a look at Xiaoxiu who was gloomy on the bed, "Let's go...you come to see him every day, now everyone is awake, should you rest assured?"

"Well," Zhang Danmo felt a little uncomfortable being hugged like this, but in order to see the disappointment in his master's eyes, he deliberately got closer to Shui Wufeng, leaned against the devil's arms and looked at Feng Yangye with a smile .

The Taoist couple leaned on the chest intimately, Shui Wufeng looked down at the man and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved slightly. After returning from the small island, the Taoist couple's temperament was a little unstable, he was not willing to talk, and he didn't like to cling to him anymore. Occasionally, the fluctuation of consciousness will be a little abnormal... Was it hurt by that strange force?

He carried him outside and noticed Xiaoxiu on the bed looking at him earnestly, and cast a cold glance over him.

Feng Yangye looked at the Taoist partner who was finally willing to give him a look, and smiled with his teeth bared, but he couldn't make a sound or move, and watched helplessly as he withdrew his eyes and hugged others and left.

"Twelve..." The smile on the corner of Feng Yangye's mouth collapsed little by little, and he murmured the name of his Taoist companion in frustration, and closed his eyes again in a daze... It's just that you don't want me, I know you won't Don't want me... Twelve... I want to hug you... You must hug me next time we meet...

He lay down for another half a month, without spiritual power and couldn't heal the wound, but fortunately, Zhang Danmo was afraid that he would die, so he often asked someone to bring some pills to him, and now he was finally able to move.

It's just that the fact that he intended to kill the "head" and was crippled was spread in the sect, and the disciples in the sect didn't like the current "Zhang Danmo". Almost every time, Feng Yangye's chin was forced to pour down a bowl of cold medicinal soup, and he didn't care if he choked someone, leaving the scum of the sect lying weakly on the edge of the bed coughing.

Hearing the disciple walk away, Feng Yangye wiped the blood and concoction from the corner of his mouth, glanced at the broken bowl that was casually thrown aside, there was still half a pill in it, he shook his head helplessly, stretched out his hand He picked up the sticky pill, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it whole... If you lose face, you will lose face, and no one will see it now, it's better than death.

No matter how you say it, there is no shortage of medicine, but everyone seems to have forgotten that ordinary people have to eat. Feng Yangye took the medicine and rested for a while, and his stomach was a little sore from hunger. During this time, he has been hanging the elixir, so he will not starve to death , but it's really uncomfortable to be hungry.

The medicine that had been swallowed in his stomach now released its strength. With some strength in his hands and feet, he got up and walked around the room for a while, adapting to his new body that had not moved for many days, and walked out of the room slowly. .

The warm sun shone on his face, the sect leader didn't feel the warmth, he just felt that he was so hungry that his eyes were staring, he probably found something to eat in the sect, the only hope was that there were some fruit trees in the back mountain.

Feng Yangye was so tired that he almost fell to the ground after walking a few hundred meters, and he walked out of the back door of Fengshenzong after resting several times. He had to be exhausted to death on the road.

He didn't search much in the forest and saw a fruit tree two to three meters high, but he struggled to stand on tiptoe and straighten his arms, but he didn't touch the lowest apple, and he almost lost his footing and fell to the dog to eat shit. He climbed the tree. I really can't climb anymore, and I can't even move stones to step on my feet. I can only squat under the tree and look at the red fruits, salivating.