Splash Monkey, I will accompany you against the heavens!

Wu Cheng, who came later, saw Rong Ning lying on Feng Yangye crying, and subconsciously glanced at Shui Wufeng at the side. There was a thin golden light in the eyes of this devil, and his expression was extraordinarily calm and even a little indifferent... Wucheng was puzzled for a moment, touched Liu Qianshan's ear and didn't speak.

Rong Ning turned his head and noticed him, "Brother..."

A few quarters of an hour later, Rong Ning listened to Wu Cheng explain the matter of Fuxi's manipulation of Fengyangye Tuzong. Feng Yangye.

In his memory, his master has never been so thin, especially when hugging him, his whole body is so narrow, he has no spiritual power at all, and he looks weak compared to him who only has a soul: "Master, Fuxi What have you done to you? Aren't you his descendant..."

"Ah Ning, don't ask, don't make Master think about those things," Wu Cheng interrupted him with a frown, and Shui Wufeng, who had regained the leadership of the demon soul, tightened his fingers and turned to look at Feng Yangye. Er seems to be in better condition than before, and he also responded to Rong Ning's words: "Don't worry... I will be fine soon, Ah Ning needs to rest well."

"Well... Then Master, you should also take a good rest. I can rest assured that you are fine," Rong Ning looked a little tired, and his soul was no longer solidified.Feng Yangye curled his lips hard to comfort him, and then planned to leave Changxuan Chiji to let his apprentice have a good rest.Rong Ning seemed a little bit reluctant to part with him, and fell asleep in the banner after being sleepy for a while.

A few people came out, and it was still raining outside...

Feng Yangye's consciousness extended out of the body through the spiritual power of his Taoist companion. Seeing Wucheng walking away in the heavy rain with the snow wolf who could not yet transform into a human form, he clenched some of Shui Wufeng's sleeves, and the monster lowered its head Looking at his gauze-covered face, there was still thought on that wooden face, probably he was thinking about something seriously and didn't notice the eyes of the people around him.

Most of his mind is occupied by Shui Wufeng alone...

Shui Wufeng took him so seriously, the changeable emotions before parting were for him, the unfair soul contract was for him, being imprisoned in the West Pole seal for 200 years was for him, and breaking the seal and driving back was also for him... …

Shui Wufeng's sadness when he watched his spiritual power collapse because of guilt that day came back to his mind...

If I die, Twelve and Aning... will only be sad like that.

Feng Yangye's thoughts dispersed a bit, the sound of rain entered his ears, the headmaster subconsciously feared the feeling of being enveloped by water, his limbs panicked, he hurriedly put away his consciousness, and wrapped his slender arms around him , and then a familiar voice echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness to comfort him gently... It seemed that all his expressions could be caught by the Taoist companion and treated with care.

Mingming told himself that he wanted to be his armor, his sharp sword... all along, but it was just a weakness...

Feng Yangye slowly raised his hand and hugged the man in front of him tightly, he still couldn't forgive himself in his heart, he was numb... blamed himself even more, blamed himself for only wanting to escape in the end... he would not suffer if he died If they die, they won't blame themselves...then what should they do?What about Aning?What about twelve?

"Twelve..." Feng Yangye hugged him even tighter, Fuxi's words were still in his mind, he was suddenly afraid that this was just a dream, outside the dream Shui Wufeng had already died...everything was just dying The beautiful dream before... He rushed back when he was most helpless, and everyone survived... It really seemed like a dream...

Shui Wufeng kissed him, and the anger under cover became more intense. He wasn't so afraid before... It's just the sound of rain, and he even retracted his consciousness. He didn't want to hear the sound of water, did he?

Alright... Fuxi, I want you to die in the water... I want you to be more afraid than him, and I want your body to be soaked in that water prison all day long.

In the early morning, the heavy rain had stopped, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant in the forest, and the air smelled of earth.

The frail Xianxiu, who covered his eyes with a gauze belt, dragged the tall monster on the dirt road, and walked forward while probing the side of the road with his spiritual sense.

"Yangye, slow down..." Shui Wufeng looked down at Taoist couple's disheveled hair after waking up from sleep, put on the muddy hem of the blue gauze pajamas and staggered steps...he almost The first time he wanted to hug him up, but he was afraid of breaking his heart and soul, so he had no choice but to give up, and let Feng Yangye drag him for a "walk" in the woods.

The two walked a long distance together and arrived at a familiar place...

"What is Yang Ye doing here?" Shui Wufeng looked at the clear spring water deep in the dense forest, frowned, and pulled Feng Yangye back into his arms, "Don't make trouble...you can't help me now Others heal."

"Twelve..." Feng Yangye grabbed Shui Wufeng's lapel and shook his head: "I don't help people heal...I want to practice..."

Shui Wufeng almost forgot that his Taoist companion is actually a water spirit root, and he just practiced the way of breaking the gold, so now he wants to rebuild the way of Yushui?

"Aren't you afraid of water?" Yushui Dao must be in contact with water, how can Feng Yangye cultivate it?

"...I don't want to form an array," Feng Yangye relied on formations and Shui Wufeng in the later stages of Nixiu Pojin. He didn't want to form an array to practice, and he didn't want the Taoist companion to waste too much energy...and most importantly...afraid of water This kind of thing will sooner or later make him hurt his Taoist companion.

"We won't fight, I can help you cultivate other spiritual roots," Shui Wufeng looked at him dotingly, Feng Yangye still shook his head, the devil had no choice but to take off his coat and threw it aside On the rock, leaned over to help Feng Yangye take off his overalls: "I will accompany you into the water, if you are afraid, come up."

This pool of spring water is very cold, and without Feng Yangye's infusion of spiritual energy, it is a little bit bit bitter, but the feeling of a strong body soaking in the water is quite comfortable, Shui Wufeng exhaled lightly, and looked at the bank with extra confidence The Taoist companion seemed to be timid when he got into the water, and he didn't dare to move while lying on his shoulders. He smiled helplessly: "Go up, okay?"

Feng Yangye shook his head lightly, rubbing his lips against his neck, Shui Wufeng's heart was pinched, he took a deep breath, and wiped his smooth shoulders with his fingers, "...don't Force yourself, it's my fault, I didn't take good care of you, Yang Ye shouldn't have to suffer like this."

Feng Yangye paused for a while, his voice trembling slightly: "Twelve, don't make me useless at all... I can't protect Aning, and I can't help you... What I said, I can't do anything... "