Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

His body felt cold for a while, Feng Yangye shrank into the thin quilt, the medicine in the morning had dissipated by now, not only was he cold, but the wound on his body was extremely painful, and he wrinkled up in his sleep Frowning, dreaming that he was bitten by a monster again, his pale and haggard face became wrinkled and he didn't get into the quilt, Shui Wufeng's eyes flashed softly, and he probed into Feng Yangye with his spiritual sense In the body, the consciousness I met was unfamiliar, and the breath was not the same as my own Taoist companion...

"Twelve..." In his dream, Feng Yangye saw his familiar figure helping him drive away the monsters around him. He wanted to hug him in the past, but the other party's deep eyes did not have any warmth, and he looked at him coldly. The memory he had escaped for a long time came back in his dream.

The figure he trusted so much didn't let him say a word, pinched his neck and poured violent spiritual power into his body.

Severe pain came from all the limbs, and the bones were destroyed bit by bit. He couldn't bear the pain and screamed out, in exchange for the other party's cold disgust...

Feng Yangye looked at those eyes without even the strength to struggle... The position of his heart seemed to be emptied suddenly, he wanted to cry more than ever, but he couldn't cry, his whole body seemed to be together with his bones Being crushed to pieces, helpless, frightened and painful...

But that person doesn't care anymore...nobody cares anymore.

No one cares about me...just like before...those blue Taoist robes and expressionless faces crowded over as he was thrown on the cold ground...

His dream sank into a dark and icy deep pool, and the cold water flowed into the wound, which was chilly, engulfing him until nothing but confusion remained.

He saw the man with his own face in the warm sun outside the darkness, pulling the Taoist priest's sleeve, looking at himself with a smile, "He doesn't want you anymore... what he likes is me... Master ..."

One sentence hit the Achilles heel, Feng Yangye suddenly woke up and struggled to get up, his eyes were filled with tears, his body was in pain inside and out, he gritted his teeth for a while, and the tears were also held back.

The master took two breaths slowly, closed his eyes and explored his three souls, the sea of ​​consciousness was suppressed to the size of the stage of divine movement, and there was an invisible force binding his consciousness, and the sea of ​​qi in his dantian still had All the meridians of the whole body have been destroyed, and the spiritual consciousness of immortals needs to be supplied by their own cultivation, unlike monsters and monsters who can borrow the divine power of heaven and earth.

Unable to seize the body, he can only rely on this dilapidated body, and his spiritual consciousness is not as active as it was when the root bone was just abolished.After a while, he will probably be completely exhausted to the level of a mortal, so relying on himself can only make him more and more unable to break through this power.

Feng Yangye frowned, turned his head to look at the deserted room under the dim moonlight, and comforted himself...Healed up and figured out a way, there is still a chance to see Twelve...When I see him again, He will listen to my explanation...it's okay...Twelve won't recognize me, he won't want me...

The devil took back the divine consciousness that had been placed in the young man's house to form a phantom body, and sat in the courtyard feeling distressed for no reason. He originally wanted to see if this man had any backhands. To Feng Yangye Unfavorableness has made the Taoist couple feel weird recently, but seeing him huddled on the bed, he couldn't reach out to wake him up... Under the serious gaze, there was a familiar feeling on the gloomy young man, which made him think of the past Hug him and tell him not to be afraid... The surprise and bewilderment that the young man saw when he saw his roots kept popping up in his mind, a strange guess slipped through Shui Wufeng's heart and was grasped live.

The seal dissipates, and as one of the four demons, he is very strong...but it doesn't mean that a weirdo like Feng Banyuan doesn't have any special tricks to hide from him and help two people change their souls... After all, with this person's weird cultivation Behind the exercises, there is the shadow of the ancient god Fuxi...

"Twelve..." The Taoist companion's voice came, he turned his head, and that person smiled at him... The familiar face can always draw out a trace of softness in his heart, but it is unavoidable to be awkward.

"Twelve, is my second uncle still awake?"

"Not yet...what's the matter?" The devil smiled, still gentle.

"I haven't woken up yet..." Zhang Danmo suppressed his calculations in his stomach... The formation on his master was repelling his three souls just now, and the repulsion was so strong that he almost forced him out of the body, and this abnormality was always repeated When Feng Banyuan wakes up, he doesn't know if he will find out that he is not Feng Yangye... He has played Si Limang in his eyes and made a decision...

"Twelve...can you kill Mo'er for me?"

"Zhang Danmo?"

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It may be that the windows were not closed properly, it seemed extremely cold tonight, Feng Yangye couldn't sleep, he curled up beside the hard pillow and tightened the quilt, lying on his side and rolled his body into a ball, his stomach seemed to have become cold again. Empty and uncomfortable.

He was a little reluctant to eat almond cake, he touched an apple habitually, closed his eyes and slowly took a bite, a hand suddenly came over and plucked the fruit in his hand, he had no strength in his wrist, and the fruit rolled out of his palm , all the way to the ground.

Feng Yangye opened his eyes in shock, a familiar person leaned over him, frowning at him, "Spit it out..."

"..." Feng Yangye stared at his eyes and closed his mouth tightly, his eye sockets slowly got wet, Shui Wufeng refused to move when he finished speaking, so he could only lift up the hand next to that small face, It reached into the young man's mouth, and pulled out the small bite of fruit that he had bitten in. His fingertips touched the little tongue that was too scared to move, and it was so wet and soft that he was a little reluctant to take out his fingers.

Feng Yangye couldn't help feeling aggrieved. Not only did the Taoist couple not recognize him, he even refused to let him eat apples. He wanted to explain, but his throat was more painful than before when Rong Ning stuffed too many sweets during the day. The strength is not enough to release the sound transmission outside the body, so he can't express anything.

Shui Wufeng looked at the red eye circles of the young man under him, endured the depression in his heart and began to carefully search for the soul, searching for the breath was useless, he could only choose this method that would cause more damage, but he didn't dare to really hurt him This man's soul, he can only ignore all the details.

The general memory flashed across his consciousness, and seeing the person with the face of the Taoist sneer at the Taoist, his heart ached so badly that he temporarily stopped searching for souls, and used his spiritual consciousness to nourish the just now over and over again. Gently touched Feng Yangye's face and asked: "This fruit is poisonous... How much did you eat before? Is it only the half?"

Feng Yangye felt that his head was a little uncomfortable after Taoist's spiritual sense came over, he shook his head vigorously in grievance, and lied hoarsely, enduring the severe pain in his throat: "I didn't eat..."

Shui Wufeng paused for a moment when he heard the voice that was so weak that it was almost mute, and his tone softened a lot to suppress his trembling: "Let me see your injuries, my dear, I won't hurt you. The...Yano..."

He... called me Yang Ye?Feng Yangye was stunned for a moment, watching the other party approaching, he raised his arm and pressed it on the demon's chest.

The slender arm blocked it, and it could only cause almost no resistance, but Shui Wufeng still stopped his movements...letting the hand on his chest muscle tentatively touch it around.

The real warmth coming down from his fingertips made the headmaster smirk, and his eyes were suddenly blurred by tears. Fear arose in his heart and he restrained his smile. He raised his hand to wipe away his tears and stared at the stern face , for fear of accidentally letting this person disappear in front of my eyes, "I thought... I would have to be beaten up by you several times before you would recognize me... Twelve..."