Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Hao Liang didn't speak any more. He lowered his head and walked out of the secret room silently.Yan Ke sighed softly, put away Lin Jue's body that had fallen on the ground, and put him back in the coffin where Zhao Xuehan had been lying.

When Yan Ke returned to Zhao Xuehan's room, he saw Hao Liang sitting on Mozun's bed, holding a doll in his hand.The doll was in tatters and was burnt black all over.Its waist was stitched with rough stitches, making it even more shabby.There are only round eyes, probably because they have been touched many times, they look shiny and have a bit of spirit.

Realizing that Yan Ke had entered the room, Hao Liang's hands trembled slightly.He quickly put the doll aside and looked up at Yan Ke.

"I'm tired. I want to rest." He said coldly, "You go out."

Yan Ke opened his mouth.His hand pressed lightly on his chest.It contained Hao Fan's spirit stone and fragments of amber.Hao Fan said that Hao Liang must look at this spirit stone, but if all of Hao Fan's memories are contained in this spirit stone, wouldn't Hao Liang know the fact that Hao Fan is dead?

Seeing that Yan Ke didn't speak, didn't move, and didn't seem to leave at all, Hao Liang bit his lip, waved his hand, and a tongue of flame rushed straight towards Yan Ke's front door along a straight line.

Yan Ke was almost pulled out of his hair by the fire.He sideways to avoid the flames, and the fire disappeared in the air.He turned around and looked at Hao Liang, who also looked at him.

"Get out of here." The man sat on the bed with a calm expression, but the words he spit out were sharp and piercing.Yan Ke blinked.In a daze, he seemed to return to the expression he had when he first met Hao Liang in this room 60 years ago.

He didn't know that Hao Liang was in Zhao Xuehan's body at that time.He only thought that Zhao Xuehan had lied to him and discarded Hao Liang's soul at will. In anger, he almost cut off Zhao Xuehan's head, but he didn't know that his behavior made Hao Liang terrified.

Now he is not afraid of me.Yan Ke took a fixed look at Hao Liang, sighed softly, made a wry smile, turned and left.

Hao Liang slightly parted his lips, his eyes sparkled, he leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to call Yan Ke to stop, but in the end he didn't say anything.He just watched Yan Ke walk out of the room and closed the door tightly.

Think about it tomorrow.Yan Ke leaned against the door, pressed the bag containing the gravel with her hands, thinking.He took a few steps away from the door, flicked his fingers, and a wind wall covered the door.

I did something wrong.Yan Ke thought, he picked up a stone and threw it on the wind wall, the stone was immediately bounced off and fell to the ground, creating a small hole.

Since I did something wrong, don't bother him.Let him rest in peace.Yan Ke looked at the locked boredom, not feeling the joy of reunion after a long absence.He sighed heavily again.

Let's talk when he is willing to talk to me.

He stepped on the ground lightly, then flew into the air, crossed the high mountains, and after a while, he landed in front of a tavern.

Yan Ke restrained his breath and carefully sneaked into the tavern.It was already late at night, and there was no one in the room, only the moonlight shone into the room through the window, illuminating the scene inside the room clearly.

Yan Ke slowly walked towards the rows of tables and chairs in the room. Sure enough, in front of a chair, he saw the dead body of a small bird with gray feathers and red feathers.

No one paid her any attention, and no one noticed her.Yan Ke put Hao Fan's body in his hands and left quietly.The bird's body had long since become cold and stiff.Yan Ke carefully took out a handkerchief and wrapped Hao Fan up.

He walked to Yuhuzhuang, the gate of the villa was wide open, and Yan Ke drove straight in.At the root of the ancient pine tree in the village, he buried Hao Fan's body.

The scenery in the village is the same as when Yan Ke left.Old old house, bluestone road.The only difference is that under the Lang Lang moonlight, the fragments of the sword with a metallic luster are scattered all over the ground.

The laughing children during the day all disappeared without a trace, they were all crushed by those monks just like Yan Jin.The broken swords all over the ground had no breath of life, reflecting the moonlight coldly. .

Yan Ke knelt down and picked up a piece of debris.He frowned.

From the moment he saw Yan Jin being crushed, he realized that something was abnormal.Indeed, no one in Yuhuzhuang, including Yan Ke, is a real "person".

All of them are human figures transformed from swords.

People from Yuhuzhuang have no father or mother.There is a jade mine under the courtyard of Zhuangzhong, and by virtue of nature, jade with edges is produced from time to time.After being maintained by Fengshui in Zhuangzhong, it will take a human form after a hundred years, and after a few more years of practice, the human form will fade away, and a real jade sword will be cast.

This is the secret of Yuhuzhuang.Few people know how the sword of Yuhuzhuang was forged.The world only knows that these swords are extremely rare and extremely precious.Many cultivators have spent their whole lives and lost their wealth, but it is difficult to get a sword from Yuhuzhuang.

The people of Yuhuzhuang have been transformed into swords for generations, and I don't know how many years have passed.Among these jade swords, the rarest and most powerful sapphire sword is the owner of the village.That is Yan Ke.

The people in the village are all swords.If the sword body is destroyed, people will die.But here lies the problem.

Zhuang Zhong's swords are all jade swords, but the fragments scattered on the ground are all metal.

"What's going on?" Yan Ke murmured.Is it because he hasn't returned for many years, and there have been changes in the village; or is it because someone used a trick to pretend to slaughter the people in the village, and thus took away all the swords in Yuhuzhuang?

Yan Ke got up, and the gravel in her arms seemed to roll slightly with the movement.Yan Ke hesitated for a while, and finally took out Hao Fan's wisdom stone.

He picked up the smallest wisdom stone, mobilized the breath in his body to cover the stone.The spirit stone began to flicker, and a light and shadow appeared on the bluestone road.

The spirit stone has been destroyed, and the image is intermittent and blurred.Yan Ke only saw a strange woman standing in the darkness, her face became unrecognizable because of the fragmentation of the spirit stone.

"Don't be angry. Thank you." Yan Ke heard Hao Fan's voice coming from the spirit stone, intermittently.Her tone was exceptionally soft, Yan Ke had never heard her voice like this.

"I'll come back to you when I finish my debt of gratitude," Hao Fan said.

The strange woman hummed softly, took out a small piece of amber, and put it in Hao Fan's hand.

"Take this," she said.

The light of Huishi suddenly became weak, and the image disappeared.After all, the wisdom stone in Hao Fan's body was severely damaged, and many things could not be seen.

Yan Ke picked up another piece of gravel and released the image.He saw a dense forest, and Hao Fan was hiding behind huge leaves.

"...It must be to carry out the Demon Lord's plan..." An intermittent, weak and unclear voice came from Huishi.Yan Ke frowned.

The voice was somewhat familiar, but the Huishi was extremely damaged, and he couldn't judge the speaker from the vague voice.

Yan Ke held his breath and looked at the image in the Huishi meticulously.Seeing the figure of that man appear in Hao Fan's sight, he immediately cast all his attention on it.

However, the person standing under the tree was a black shadow.It was as if someone had torn him from the screen.

"Someone is eavesdropping." A cold voice came from Hui Shi.Yan Ke's heart trembled, and at the same time, he heard a soft sound of metal falling behind him.

Yan Ke turned around abruptly, waved his hand and stabbed Li Feng behind him.He felt a scorching temperature rise, and the wind blade twisted in the raging fire, and finally turned into smoke and flew away.At the place where the voice sounded, Hao Liang stood on the ground with a broken sword under his feet, looking at Yan Ke with a pale face.

"You...why are you here?" Yan Ke didn't expect that Hao Liang would follow him back here, his heart beat suddenly, and his tongue was tied.

Hao Liang looked at him, lowered his head, and moved his lips. "I thought you were..." He whispered, halfway through his words, he swallowed it himself, and then moved his eyes to the image behind Yan Ke.

"What are you looking at?" Hao Liang asked.

"I..." Yan Ke blocked the breath in his hand, ready to put Hui Shi back into his arms, "I didn't see anything."

Unexpectedly, there seemed to be a little spiritual energy left in the wisdom stone, and the collision of the two gravels triggered the image of another wisdom stone.A little red light penetrated the cloth on Yan Ke's chest, and a figure reappeared on the slate floor.

"You are so stupid!" It was Hao Fan's voice.In the video, Hao Liang is standing by the stream, carrying two buckets.He put the wooden barrel into the running water, and tried to bring up a bucket of water clumsily, but the bucket was overturned by the stream over and over again.

Hao Liang wiped his sweat. "Be patient," he said helplessly, "it will be fine when I master the technique."

"Let me do it." Hao Fan said, reaching out to take the bucket, but was stopped by Hao Liang.

"How could I let a girl..."

Only halfway through the words, the breath on the wisdom stone dissipated, and the image stopped.Darkness returned all around.

Yan Ke turned his face, he saw Hao Liang's expression.If Hao Liang's face was pale just now, he is completely dead now.

"This is Hao Fan's..." He widened his eyes, purple eyes full of panic, "This is Hao Fan's wisdom stone. Why is it here with you?"

Yan Ke didn't speak.

"Hao Fan's wisdom stone has been in her chest all the time, what's going on!" Hao Liang strode towards Yan Ke and grabbed his skirt tightly, "Is something wrong with her, tell me!"

Yan Ke was silent, he looked at Hao Liang's red eyes, and felt that his chest began to hurt.

"Hurry up!" Hao Liang roared, his hands were extremely hot, and the whites of his eyes were already slightly glowing red. A thin layer of red wax was attached to his eye sockets, as if it was ready to gush out at any time.

Yan Ke lowered his head, sighed, and gently placed his palm on Hao Liang's forehead.Hao Liang was stunned for a moment, and saw a faint blue light coming from Yan Ke's palm, and the red in Hao Liang's eyes gradually faded away.

"Did you guess it?" After a while, Yan Ke said slowly, "Hao Fan..."

Hao Liang looked at Yan Ke, the red in his eyes had turned into clear tears.He closed his eyes, trying not to let the tears flow down, and nodded slowly.

Yan Ke couldn't help but squeezed his sleeves lightly. He turned sideways and shook his head towards Gu Song, indicating where to bury Hao Fan.

Hao Liang walked slowly to the ancient pine.He lowered his body, looked at the newly dug soil in front of him, and quietly wiped his eyes with his cuff.

"I want to see her again." He said to Yan Ke.

Yan Ke nodded and looked away.

Hao Liang moved the soil away little by little with his hands.Yan Ke's burial was not deep, and Hao Liang soon saw the small body wrapped in white cloth.He picked it up carefully, shook off the dirt, opened the white cloth, and gently stroked the feathers that were no longer smooth.

But suddenly, Hao Liang's expression changed.He bit his lip for a moment, brushed away the feathers on Hao Liang's chest with his fingers, then turned around suddenly, grabbed Yan Ke's wrist, and stuffed Hao Fan's body into Yan Ke's hand.

Yan Ke looked at Hao Liang with some doubts.Hao Liang looked at him coldly.

"Look for yourself." Hao Liang said.

Yan Ke lowered her head and looked at Hao Fan's feathers.Beneath her short, light gray down, there was a long thin gash.The wound was very thin, directly piercing through the chest, and shredding the wisdom stone.There is no sharp blade in the world that can cut such a wound.

The only one who can do this kind of thing is the one who turns wind and qi into a knife and uses it with extreme precision.

And this is Yan Ke's best trick.

Yan Ke raised his eyes and met Hao Liang's cold gaze.