Ku Rongti

Jiang Wang's stream of light was so heavy that it took half a day for Chu Deng to wake up. When he woke up, he saw Sang Shishi sitting beside the bed. As soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed uncontrollably.

Sang Shixi immediately opened his eyes, nervously helped Chu Deng up and patted him on the back, Chu Deng leaned on Sang Shishi's shoulder, and said in a weak voice, "I'm fine."

"You said it's okay, you've been in a coma for half a day!" Although Chu Deng had great self-healing ability, Sang Shishi was worried and nervous for a long time.

"I'm really fine." Chu Deng was about to get out of bed with his hands on his hands, and Sang Shishi hurriedly supported him.

"Where are we?" Chu Deng looked at the strange room, still worried about Yongwei City.

"Penglai Palace." Sang Shishi put on shoes for him, Chu Deng didn't feel embarrassed, and let him serve him.

"How is Yongwei City?" Chu Deng asked.

As soon as he asked this, Sang Shishi's face darkened. He tried his best to endure the anger and killing intent in his heart, but Chu Deng still saw the clue.

Chu Deng suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"How many people died?" He asked, and the killing intent on Sang Shishi became stronger.

His voice was a little hoarse: "Mu Rugui... died in battle, half of the elites of the Mu family died in battle, the master has left the customs, and now he is in charge of the overall situation in Penglai Palace."

Chu Deng's mind was full of "Mu Rugui died in battle", how could it be possible, why did Mu Rugui die?

"Who killed Rugui?" In the silence, Chu Deng spoke first.

"Fuxu's number one protector, keep the glass." Sang Shishi replied, thought for a while, and then said: "Half of the territory of Yongwei City is already in Fuxu's hands, and the reinforcements from Yingzhou have arrived, but there are not many, bring them here It's Shen He."

"Liu Shang..." Chu Deng gritted his teeth and said the name, and Ku Rong, who was placed beside his pillow, let out a humming sword sound.

Chu Deng insisted on going to the battlefield, and Sang Shishi couldn't stop him, but Mu Liang appeared and stopped Chu Deng.

"Master." Chu Deng's eyes were a little red. He and Mu Rugui were old friends. Brothers who played together since they were young, had a life-threatening friendship. Now that Mu Rugui is dead, he must avenge him.

Mu Liang sighed slightly, "Xiaodeng, your Dao heart is as firm as this sword, and you would rather bend it than bend it. It stands to reason that with your mental talent, it is easiest to reach the highest realm of the sword, but you know why after so many years, you have not Can a man and a sword unite as one?"

"Because you are too easily swayed by emotions, sword cultivators, talk about emotions indiscriminately, otherwise you will never be able to reach the pinnacle."

"Now that Rugui is dead, you are going to avenge him immediately. Have you ever thought that you are overthinking yourself?"

Mu Liang's words made Chu Deng gradually calm down. He looked at Mu Liang with a sad look, "But Master, if he is dead, someone must avenge him."

"Even so, you can't go now." Mu Liang was aware of Chu Deng's injury, and it might not heal in a short time.

Chu Deng took a step back dejectedly, and Sang Shiyi hurriedly supported his shoulders.

When Mu Liang left, he set a restriction at the door, and unless Chu Deng's injury improved, he would not be able to come out.

However, Sang Shishi can come and go freely, and Chu Deng can also know the battle situation outside.

At night, Sang Shishi did not share the same bed with Chu Deng, he slept in the room next to Chu Deng, afraid that he would move around at night and press Chu Deng's wound.

Chu Deng fell asleep in a daze, and suddenly heard a sigh, very soft, right next to his ear, very clear.

The wrist was held by someone, and that person was healing his wound. I don't know how good this person is, but he healed Chu Deng's injury.

He opened his eyes, the monk's eyesight was excellent at night, and he saw Chu Yingtan's stunningly beautiful face.

The red mole at the end of the left eye was as bright as cinnabar. Chu Yingtan withdrew his hand and looked at Chu Deng with deep sadness. Seeing him wake up, he smiled: "Brother."

There was no joy in that smile.

In his eyes, there is a flowing brilliance, full of sorrow, but bright like stars.

Chu Deng sat up and lowered his voice: "What are you doing here?"

Chu Yingtan sat on the bed and whispered: "Brother, don't be afraid, I have set up a formation, and Sang Shishi won't hear us."

He seemed very happy to see Chu Deng, and gently held Chu Deng's hand like a child, with a little care in his intimate movements, as if he was afraid that Chu Deng would leave him.

Chu Deng, who already felt guilty towards Chu Yingtan, suddenly softened his heart, and his voice softened: "You shouldn't come here."

Chu Yingtan stopped moving, like a child who has done something wrong, and slowly let go of Chu Deng's hand.

"Brother, why didn't you listen to me and leave here to go back to Qingu?" Chu Yingtan seemed a little anxious, "Hurry up and go back to Qingu with Sang Shishi, don't come back, it's not safe here."

"Is there anyone more dangerous than you?" Chu Deng glanced at him with irony in his eyes.

Chu Yingtan pursed her lips, raised her left arm and pulled the sleeve open for him to see. Her white arm was covered with scars, old and new wounds overlapped, and it looked terrifying.

Chu Deng was taken aback: "Is there anyone else who can hurt you?"

Chu Yingtan put down his sleeves and didn't care: "In order to stay awake for a longer time, I can only do this."

He looked serious: "Brother, Chu Yingtan during the day is not me, it's like another consciousness, I can't control my words and deeds during the day, I can only stay awake at night."

"Since ten days ago, I have become like this."

"Get out of here, I might hurt you when I can't control my body."

Chu Deng was stunned, he was doubting the authenticity of Chu Yingtan's words.

"Brother!" Seeing that he didn't seem to believe it, Chu Yingtan became anxious, "I didn't lie to you, I went to the mainland to look for you that day, and it was the last day of my sobriety!"

Ridiculous, really ridiculous.

But Chu Deng just believed him, because he killed so many people at the beginning, but he didn't have any consciousness of his own, as if his body was taken away by something.

Chu Yingtan sighed deeply, his brows were stained with sorrow again, and he looked at Chu Deng with tangled and complicated eyes.

"Brother, if I want to kill you tomorrow, you should take the first step and kill me. My weakness is my right wrist. As long as you give me a sword on my right wrist, my spiritual power will be stagnant and I will be at your disposal." Chu Yingtan stood up, his white hair poured down his back, and his back was indescribably lonely.

Chu Deng faintly sensed something, and the uneasiness in his heart became heavier and heavier.

"Brother, if it's really irreparable, you will kill me." Chu Yingtan turned half of his face, the red mole at the end of his eyes was as bright as cinnabar, so beautiful yet so sad.

After he left, Chu Deng lost sleepiness and sat alone until dawn.

On the second day, Sang Shishi came to wake him up and found that Chu Deng, who had always slept in, got up earlier than him.

He walked over and was about to speak when Chu Deng pulled his collar and kissed his lips.

Sang Shishi was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Chu Deng to be so enthusiastic today, and quickly took the initiative after realizing it.

Don't look at how Chu Deng often teases Sang Shishi until his face is flushed, but he is actually not as good as Sang Shishi in this respect, otherwise he would not have given Sang Shiyi the upper hand so easily that night.

He only knows how to speak, but Sang Shishi is different. In the Valley of Trials, he found a lot of drawing books to read, and memorized the steps.

When Sang Shishi left Chu Deng's lips, Chu Deng's cheeks were already flushed from the kiss.

Sang Shishi thought with satisfaction, you also have today.

Chu Deng shook off Sang Shishi's restless hand in a lack of interest, and glared at him: "Did you kick your nose in the face?"

Sang Shishi withdrew his hand resentfully, and heard Chu Deng say: "Let's go, go to the meeting hall of Penglai Palace."

He couldn't help being surprised: "Your injury is healed?"

Chu Deng nodded, didn't say much, and Sang Shishi didn't ask any more questions.

He suddenly remembered that his hair was not combed, so he took out a wooden comb from Qiankun's sleeve and handed it to Sang Shishi, and took off the jade crown.

"Crush my hair," he said.

Sang Shishi took the wooden comb, picked up Chu Deng's black and smooth hair with one hand, and combed it slowly with the comb in the other, for fear of hurting him.

They didn't say a word, the dawn was faint, the twilight

Gently sprinkled on the side of Sang Shishi's face, his eyes were gentle, and there was only Chu Deng in his eyes.

He finally combed Chu Deng's hair, looked around with satisfaction, and smiled.

This is the day he is looking forward to. He can wake up Chu Deng every morning, comb his hair, and bake him rabbits for a lifetime.

It's a pity that in such a world, no one can escape, and they can't help themselves.

Chu Deng stroked his hair, very satisfied.

He kissed Sang Shishi on the cheek as a reward, straightened his collar, and flew towards the meeting hall in a flowing light.

Sang Shiyi followed closely behind, and when he arrived at the meeting hall, he saw that everyone else was there except the two of them.

Fu Shu was also there, her appearance had not changed, she still had that clear and cold look, and there was a kind of hostility tempered by blood on her body, even though she deliberately restrained herself, she still showed a little bit.

Chu Deng remembered what he promised Gu Lizhu back then, and stepped forward and said, "Fu Shu, Li Zhu asked me to ask you, are you well, do you still remember her?"

Hearing Gu Lizhu's name, Fu Shu's calm eyes became turbulent, and her cold demeanor became a little more gentle. She was very polite: "Please send a letter to her for me, Master. I'm fine. I still remember she."

Chu Deng nodded, and a small paper crane flew out of his hand and flew to the mainland.

Shen He was also present, and stood beside Chu Deng: "Are you still willing to come back?"

Chu Deng laughed: "Why don't you come back?"

Home is here, Eleven is here, you are all here, how can I not come back?

There was a hint of reminiscence on Shen He's face: "It took me so long to see each other after a farewell in the past."

Chu Deng: "At least I saw it. By the way, how many people did you bring from Yingzhou?"

Shen He stretched out five fingers, Chu Deng: "50 people?"

This is too little, 50 people are far from enough to solve Penglai's current predicament.

Unexpectedly, Shen He smiled miserably, and shook his palm: "It's five people."

He pointed to himself: "Including me, there are five people in total."

Not only Chu Deng, but also Sang Shiyi frowned.

How is five people enough?

Yingzhou's reinforcements might as well not come, anyway, the result is the same, so there is no need to make unnecessary sacrifices.

Shen He shrugged: "There is no way, the situation in the three islands is tense now, and it is impossible for Yingzhou to help Penglai with all its strength. It is enough for the island owner to let me come."

What he said was so impolite that Mu Liang's expression changed slightly.

Mu Liang: "Currently, most of Yongwei City has been captured by Fu Xu, and the devil of Chu Yingtan is outside Penglai Palace. Even if we die together today, I must kill him!"

Mu Rugui died in battle, and all the elites of the Mu family died. How could Mu Liang not be angry?

Chu Deng didn't respond, just as he thought, Chu Yingtan outside Penglai Palace is not the same person as Chu Yingtan who came to look for him last night.

This Chu Yingtan was cold and indifferent, cruel and merciless.

Chu Deng carried Ku Rong, and went out of Penglai Palace before everyone else, and confronted Chu Yingtan.

Chu Yingtan was dressed in white today, with white hair like snow, the red mole at the end of his left eye was covered by him, there was no sadness in the delicate eyebrows, only hostility, and a touch of irony.

He was not very happy to see Chu Deng, "Brother, we meet again."

We just met last night, Chu Deng thought silently.

He was startled again, Chu Yingtan did not have such a dangerous aura last night.

Such danger, such sharpness.

Ku Rong's sword stood out, and the momentum of the sword was like a rainbow. Chu Yingtan raised his hand and waved, breaking the momentum of the sword, but also cut his palm.

"You are still so weak, my brother." Chu Yingtan's palm was bleeding, flowing onto the snow-white clothes, and blossoming red plum blossoms.

Chu Yingtan didn't care about the wound on his hand, he looked at Chu Deng with extremely stubborn eyes, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes.

And Chu Deng still remembered the weakness that Chu Yingtan said, his right wrist, his weakness.

He cut his finger, and the blood smeared on the lines of Ku Rong's sword, and the sword light was bright for a moment, and the snow-clear sword light was mixed with red light.

Chu Yingtan didn't seem to notice his actions, and muttered to himself: "Why do you have to leave, can't you stay by my side?"

Chu Deng frowned slightly, and could feel the killing intent on Sang Shiyi's body from a long distance away.

He looked back at Sang Shiyi in a reassuring manner, and then continued to deal with Chu Yingtan seriously.

He can't beat Chu Yingtan, that's for sure, the gap between the fusion period and the ascension period is a natural barrier.

But he always had to fight.

Because in the face of Chu Deng, Chu Yingtan can never be cruel, no matter he is awake or is captured by the demon.

Facing Chu Yingtan's stubborn gaze, and seeing the struggle that flashed inside, Chu Deng suddenly blessed his soul, and called softly: "Yingtan."

When Chu Yingtan heard this call, confusion flashed in his eyes, and his movements were a little stunned.

Seeing that Chu Deng had worked, he continued to work hard, with his elder brother's special pampering in his eyes: "Ying Tan, will you go home with your elder brother?"

For Chu Yingtan, the word "go home" is just like "brother", it is his lifelong obsession.

Chu Yingtan suddenly fell straight to the ground, and got up in a little embarrassment, with clear eyes.

The veins on his forehead popped up, and his face showed a look of pain and forbearance. In order to stay awake, he went to the mainland to find Chu Deng to let him leave, and seriously injured himself. Now he is forced to wake up again, and his body is already overwhelmed.

Chu Yingtan struggled to hand over his right hand, his footsteps trembled slightly, and there was pleading in his eyes: "Kill me."

Chu Deng held Ku Rong's hand tremblingly, he actually threw away Ku Rong, his voice choked up: "Ying Tan...I..."

He couldn't do it.

He Chu Deng, with a heart as firm as a rock, is a sword cultivator who would rather bend than bend. How has he ever let go of the sword in his hand?

But facing his younger brother, he couldn't do anything.

His guilt towards Chu Yingtan never disappeared.

Chu Yingtan felt that he could no longer suppress the consciousness in his body, so he said eagerly, "Brother, kill me quickly!"

Kill me, I am the unforgivable one.

Chu Yingtan knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground, Chu Deng's soft heart and hesitation forced him to make the last move.

"It was me. I was the one who planted the devil seed for you to kill so many people! Brother, mother asked me to take the blame for you, but I am not wronged. Don't feel guilty, don't hesitate, kill me!"

The words were shocking, and everyone around the audience looked at each other, seeing disbelief in each other's eyes.

It turns out that this is the truth, he, Chu Yingtan, deserved what he deserved.

Chu Deng didn't expect the truth to be like this at all, and his guilt for so many years seemed to be a joke.

He couldn't tell what he was feeling, was he relieved?But why does he feel that he is still carrying a burden.

With no guilt towards Chu Yingtan, what is left, hate?In fact, I don't hate it, after all, he is my younger brother.

Yes, that is his brother.

Chu Yingtan continued: "Brother, do you hate me very much, then kill me, hurry up!"

Chu Deng picked up Ku Rong, his hand was still trembling, his sword hand was always steady, but this time, it trembled uncontrollably.

He didn't know why this happened.

Brothers, they are brothers.

He knew that Chu Yingtan's crime was unforgivable, he was accused by thousands of people and reviled by thousands of people, and everyone got to punish him.

He knew that Chu Yingtan had killed countless people, and his methods were outrageously cruel.

But Chu Deng is human after all, and the human heart is made of flesh.

He can't do it so righteously, "destroying relatives with righteousness" sounds nice, but how much can he really do?

People are selfish, and Chu Deng is no exception.

Ying Tan, everyone wants to kill you, but I want to take you home.

Chu Yingtan was about to be unable to hold back, so he made up his mind and ran into Ku Rong with all his might, cutting off his right wrist.

Without the continuous flow of spiritual power, he could no longer hold back his injury and spit out a mouthful of blood.

During the ascension stage, there was no room for mistakes. After tossing himself like this for a long time, he was exhausted.

The spiritual power was sluggish, and the cover at the end of the eyes disappeared, and the red mole as bright as cinnabar was exposed. Chu Yingtan was born extremely beautiful, even though his head was full of white hair, even though he was in a mess now, his beauty still did not lose half of it.

He smiled bleakly, his consciousness gradually blurred, and the last image in his eyes was Chu Deng's tearful face.

He thought guiltily, brother, I'm sorry.

Don't be sad brother, I hope you will always be happy.

You and Sang Shishi must be happy.

Chu Yingtan closed his eyes.

The extremely beautiful devil fell, and the shattered beauty was so shocking.

When he was young, he had a withdrawn personality. No one wanted to play with him except Chu Deng. When he grew up, he was cruel and ruthless, and he did everything he could to achieve his goals, hurting his closest relatives.

There are countless murders in his hands, and it is natural to end up like this, and the retribution is not good.

It's just that there are still people who are willing to grieve for his death, Chu Yingtan feels that he can rest in peace.

Chu Yingtan kept coughing up blood, but Chu Deng heard his vague voice clearly: "I'm sorry...brother..."

Brother, I'm sorry, I can't go home with you.

Chu Deng will never forget the look Chu Yingtan gave him before he died.

Reluctance, nostalgia, guilt, and even the relief of these reliefs, but there is no hatred alone.

How can you not hate me, it's because I neglected you that I hurt you.

How can you not hate me...

Chu Deng stood there in a daze, when he suddenly heard a person shouting Chu Yingtan's name in a heart-rending manner, and he knocked him flying with his palm, and hugged Chu Yingtan desperately.

Sang Shishi caught him and wiped the tears from his face.

The person who came was Jiang Wang. At this moment, he probed Chu Yingtan's breath and pulse in disbelief. He couldn't believe that he died like this.

Jiang Wang desperately thought, if he hadn't plotted against Chu Yingtan, would it be that Chu Yingtan would not have come to this point.

Chu Yingtan was dead, and the demons that Jiang Wang planted in him had dissipated.

These days, the reason why he has another consciousness is because of this demon.

Now the inner demon can no longer control him, because Chu Yingtan is dead.

But there was a sudden exclamation from Chu Deng's side, and Sang Shishi looked back, and saw Shen He pierced Gu Ming's chest with his hands expressionlessly, and pulled out his heart.

On Fuxu's side, Liu Shang who rushed over smiled, "Liu He, so it's you."

Jing Gu immediately made a move to push Shen He back, staring at him firmly.

Shen He is the deepest pawn Chu Yingtan placed, the fourth protector, Liu He.

The four guardians of Fuxu gathered together, and the master of Fuxu was dead.

Jiang Wang put Chu Yingtan's body into the Qiankun sleeve, killing intent was evident on his handsome face.

Black clouds rolled and gathered in the sky, as if the sky was angry and wanted to send down thunder.

And Chu Deng and the others never expected to come out from Fuxu's side.

Song Laiyue, and Song Lian!

Mu Liang's eyes gradually darkened. It seemed that Penglai's predicament was a big one.

A big net was laid out at some time, and everyone was trapped in it, and no one was spared.

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