Xiyao

It was night, and the north wind was misty.

The demon in plain clothes like snow shuttled between the roofs. When he stepped on a tile, his steps suddenly stopped, and he instantly changed from extreme movement to extreme stillness. The fiery red spear/gun on the side of the boot.

The body of the gun was still trembling slightly, it sank deeply into the roof tiles, and the nipples of the cross were sunk in the broken tiles, and the gray cloth and blue shirt of the catcher who threw it as a concealed weapon met the demon's gaze directly.

The Burning City is not a real weapon, and Sky Breaker doesn't make the slightest shriek, but it is still avoided.

Chu Jiangli was not discouraged either, he silently recited Ran Xianchen's warning in his heart, held his palm empty, and recalled his life weapon.

["The activation conditions for sleepy heart are extremely strict," said the female boss of Wuyuan. Find him first."]

To his surprise, the demon spoke first.

The alien stood on the roof, looked at him from a distance, and said suddenly: "Sight, hearing, and speed all improve with each passing day."

The slender eyelashes fluttered lightly, covering those mint green eyes: "Did you use any method to improve your five senses?"

"Although I don't know what it is, there are always limitations caused by foreign objects." Under the dim moonlight, he was just a silhouette, but he was still bewitchingly beautiful. "And only at this level, do you have the confidence to change roles? .”

["'Bone Forging' can greatly improve your strength in a short period of time, but it is very painful. You must resist the pain of bone removal and not lose consciousness within the effect of the medicine."

Chu Jiangli watched Ran Xianchen fiddling with the mechanism, opened the hidden compartment on the couch, and took out exactly one bottle of different materials and sizes from the rows, and suddenly remembered the former mistress of the Huangming Palace, who was known as "Nan Xie Bei Fu" The Master of Poison Dao, the Monarch of the Poison Lineage of the Feather Clan. ]

"Why did you kill someone?" Chu Jiangli asked.

["Delaying time," Ran Xianchen whispered, "The second difficulty of being trapped is that you have to stay close to the object you are trapped for an hour."

General Chu was in a dilemma: "How close does it need to be?"

"At least be able to see his distance."]

Yaoju looked down at him condescendingly, without making a sound.

Just when Chu Jiangli thought that the way of delaying time was too clumsy, he heard the other party's clear and cold voice saying, "It's too cold here."

He repeated: "Although it is quiet, it is too cold."

"What does that have to do with your murder?"

The demon tilted his head, blinked his eyes, and looked innocent and cruel: "The temperature of human blood is the warmest."

"!!!" Chu Jiangli's upright face was distorted by this answer, and his eyes were about to split.

"Just because of this?" he murmured, "Just because of this, you're going to kill them?!!!"

"I'm cold." The demon replied.

His mint green eyes are cool and clear, like a piece of emerald thin ice: "When human beings are cold, don't they also do the same thing."

"Light dead branches and logs for a fire."

"Can a piece of dead wood be compared with a human life?!" The policeman gritted his teeth.

"What's the difference?" The demon's plain white clothes fluttered violently in the evening wind, "You will feel that people are heavier than wood, but it's because you are of the same kind."

"For me, wood is closer to my kind." He looked straight into Chu Jiangli's eyes, "How do you know it can't become a monster? The reason why it is difficult for a monster is not because it is easy to be captured by Weiyun Lingqian. Destroy it?"

"It may have developed spiritual consciousness, but it was burned by a fire, so it is difficult to become a demon."

"The monster race is withered, how long has it been since there were no new monsters born?"

Chu Jiangli raised his head, then lowered his head again: "Perhaps it was a mistake for me to choose to talk to you."

Yao squinted: "I thought that the wisdom of human beings has reached the point where they can solve problems without violence."

"Isn't it?"

He spread his hand, his slender fingers were beautiful and harmless: "Although you are very interesting, let's use a simpler way to judge."

As if remembering something, he pointed at Cheng Ren's movements and paused: "Speaking of which, you are not from this city, are you?"

"This city is so peaceful that it is so peaceful that it is decaying. It is impossible to face the crisis of death."

"Why is your fate, or wish, about this city?"

Chu Jiangli didn't really want to talk to him, but he kept in mind the strategy of procrastinating as much as possible, and reluctantly said, "I'm an orphan, and I've escaped so far."

"Although Yuan City is not my hometown, it is no different from my hometown."

The spear drew a sharp arc, and the catcher lightly pointed the tip at the monster. His back was straight, his body was as straight as a sword, and he looked like he was ready for battle.

However, before he could blink, his cheeks were slightly cold, and a thin blood line under his eyes slowly seeped hot liquid.

The wound was very shallow, so shallow that it was as if a demon had just stroked his cheek, as gentle as a lover.

But in fact, those slender and graceful fingers should have gouged out his eyes.

The demon raised his hand, staring expressionlessly at the black and blue that spread rapidly from his fingertips, spread to his arm in half a breath, and sank into his sleeve.

["He will definitely underestimate the enemy," Ran Xianchen said, "It's not surprising. Humans are as small as insects in front of him, and they will never be placed in an equal position anyway."

"Even if a person is bitten by an ant, he will not be more cautious next time he sees it."

She spat out the smoke from her lips: "I have poisoned your blood."

Chu Jiangli was shocked: When? !

The decadent beauty in red clothes leaned softly and bonelessly on the couch, nonchalantly talking about the poison of blood sealing her throat, just like a femme fatale who kills invisible.

"Don't worry, the severe pain of 'Forged Bone' can suppress the paralyzing effect of this poison, and it will have no effect on you."

"The demon is naturally resistant to most poisons, so even 'Xi Furong' can only paralyze him for three breaths. In the little time I bought, try my best to cause him damage."

Ran Xianchen pointed her fingers and said, "The more you weaken him and annoy him, the more likely he will give up the idea of ​​killing him with one blow."

"In other words, completely pissed him off, caused his judgment to be biased, and dragged on for a while."

She was a little worried: "Monsters seldom torture and kill. Once they are provoked, they may injure people to pieces. Can you hold on?"

"I'm not afraid of pain, so I gritted my teeth and endured it." Chu Jiangli said.

The female boss held her forehead and sighed.

To put it lightly, the pain of calcined bones plus trauma, the excessive pain exceeds the range of human tolerance, and one will lose consciousness in self-protection.

"I won't lose consciousness," Chu Jiangli lowered his head, "I will stay awake until the last moment, until I catch him."]

Taking advantage of the time when the demon was unable to move, Burning City passed through his limbs one by one, nailing through the arm bones and leg bones.

Blood gushed out immediately, staining the white clothes red.

Although he knew that the monster's resilience was amazing, Chu Jiangli still gave priority to blocking his actions.

One hour is not very long, but when you are about to die in an instant, this period of time is really too long.

Almost at the same time that Chu Jiangli took his third breath, he heard a very crisp and cruel click.

The catcher suddenly lost his balance, tilted his body, and was about to fall to the ground.He made a quick decision, and leaned on the ground with his spear/spear, and barely fell down.

Chu Jiangli half-kneeled on the ground, and the sharp pain spread to his brain a beat later, and he understood what happened.

At the moment when he resumed his actions, the blood-stained demon in white raised his knee and pressed heavily against the catcher's left leg, swiftly and fiercely.

That seductive face that General Chu couldn't bear to look at, completely suppressed all expressions, it was as cold as ice, as cold as a snowstorm.

Because of this action, he tore open the healing wound on his thigh, and the blood gushed out again like a spring, and even stained Chu Jiangli's clothes when he touched his knees, smearing a blurred mass of red.

But with that creepy clicking sound, he shattered Chu Jiangli's leg bone and crippled his left leg.

Chu Jiangli lost consciousness for a short time due to the overlapping pain, and clenched his teeth tightly, refusing to let out a cry of pain.

His handsome face was slightly distorted, unable to completely hide his feelings, but stubbornly unwilling to show them.

Even if the gap between him and the opponent is like a chasm, he cannot show weakness in front of the enemy.

Ridiculous persistence, Chu Jiangli laughed at himself.

He was dizzy again, this time longer than the last time, he held his right hand empty, and the burning city that he couldn't sustain disappeared, causing him to shake violently and almost fell down.

Fortunately, he managed to stabilize after all. In his hazy vision, Yao took another step closer, and his boot stepped on his injured leg, crushing it hard.

"You've pissed me off," the demon's icy voice declared.

Chu Jiangli raised his head with difficulty, looked at the unusually cold face, and suddenly laughed lowly.

The laughter gradually grew louder, louder, and crazier: "As I said, you owe me fifteen guns, no, it's sixteen guns now."

"I don't have a good memory, and I can't even memorize policies and theories. But this matter, I will never forget it!"

He laughed so hard that tears were about to come out, staring at him with cool and thin eyes, he was silent for a while, and said softly, "I really like your eyes very much."

"I wanted to take two, but you annoyed me, so I'll keep one for you to watch how you get hurt and die."

Chu Jiangli listened to the intimidation in a flat tone that didn't look like a threat, raised his chin, stared at the other party calmly with cold star-like eyes, and silently expressed: Come on, I have nothing to fear.

That cold hand stroked the bloodstain under Chu Jiangli's eyes, rubbed it a few times, and his fingertips almost touched his eyeballs.

When the policeman tightened his body and was about to push through, his fingers ran smoothly along his face, leaving a cold touch like a snake crawling, and neatly gouged out his other eye.

The catcher's body stiffened violently, and he bowed backwards. The severe pain beyond his ability to bear made him open his mouth and let out a silent scream.

Chu Jiangli's whole body was in convulsions, he completely lost control of his body, if it wasn't for the support of a meager thought, he would almost be rolling on the floor in pain.

His empty right eye was closed tightly, and cuckoo-colored traces flowed down like blood tears.

The left eye could not be opened at all like a dead fox, so it was naturally impossible to see the demon holding that eye carefully, wiping the blood off it bit by bit with the clean part of his sleeve.

He didn't appreciate Chu Jiangli's misery, because it wasn't worth appreciating at all, even after carefully collecting the collection,

Glanced sympathetically.

Demons don't like torment, especially those who can see clearly, but even though the flesh and bones are back to normal, the pain still remains in the wound, which makes him unhappy.

As a revenge, he will not end the other party's suffering in advance, and he does not want to touch the poisonous blood again.

Although he wouldn't be afraid of being poisoned once, he was also reluctant to encounter it.

With the gradual loss of paralytic poison, the human's pain will gradually intensify, and it is not known whether it will die from excessive blood loss or endless pain.

Vision is very important. If you can't see it, part of your fear will be eliminated and you will have room to escape.

He thought with some regret that if the eyes were not alive, the charming look would fade and no longer be bright.

Chu Jiangli was in great pain.

The pain damaged his physical strength and made him too weak to increase, but the corners of the blood-stained lips curled up imperceptibly.

If you didn't kill me immediately, I won.

It wasn't even a smile, because there wasn't an iota of joy to speak of, only deep sadness.

The last bit of clarity in his consciousness was used to outline this "smile" that seemed to cry, his lips squirmed, blood foam mixed with blurred words overflowed.

["Finally, and the most difficult point, sleepiness must be activated when you are on the verge of death, not even a minute earlier." Ran Xianchen said.

"Dying?" Chu Jiangli was stunned.

"As I said before, the conditions for the sleepy heart to activate are extremely strict." Hongshang's humanity said, "The words in the ancient book are extremely simple, and the words express the meaning. It says that if you are dying, you must be infinitely close to death, and you will die the next moment. status."

She said: "And there is no precedent for you to refer to. You may die before you finish reciting the mantra, and you will fall short."

Chu Jiangli lowered his head and thought for a while, then smiled: "It doesn't matter."

His eyes revealed a very calm madness: "I will recite the mantra thoroughly, no matter whether it is unconsciousness or near-death confusion, it can't stop the act of merging into instinct. As long as I can still make a sound, I will finish it .”

Ran Xianchen sighed: "Do you know death? It's a ruthless thing. As long as I slow down by a few hundred percent or even a thousandth of a breath, you will really die."

The policeman replied: "You said that as long as sleepy heart is activated successfully, it doesn't matter whether I live or die."

He said: "Also, life is something I have."

The decadent beauty was startled, and then remembered what he said: As long as it is something I have, it can be used as a price.

"Life is such a precious thing, it cannot be copied, and it will never be repeated." She said, "Throwing life and death lightly is the most stupid thing in the world."

"I know, that's why I did it." The policeman replied quietly.

Ran Xianchen lifted up a strand of hair and twisted it around her fingertips: "Forget it, I'm not related to you, so I'm too lazy to waste my time talking."

She was leaning on the couch, but her tone was condescending, her arrogance was natural: "Do your best, come back alive."]

The time limit has come to an end, that long hour has come to an end.

At the moment when he was on the verge of death, Chu Jiangli's consciousness turned to a feeling of déjà vu.

When he held Burning City, it was also a moment that was infinitely close to death. Although it was not as close as it is now, it was even more despondent and hopeless.

Several people from Yuancheng found the child who was about to starve to death, and hurriedly gave him a bowl of porridge.

That bowl of porridge with more water and less rice saved his life.

Chu Jiangli never knew who the person who saved him was, but the rest of his life was sustained by countless Yuancheng people saving food from the pot, and family by family.

At this moment, his mouth was filled with a disgusting fishy sweetness, and the smell of rust filled the whole world, and he missed that bowl of tasteless porridge very much.

He didn't know those few words by heart, and he recited them in a hissing voice, almost like a curse that engraved on his lips and tongue with a knife.

No one could hear what he was saying, except himself.

"A colorless bondage, a thorny lock.

The grief of burying the heart, the pain of leaving the soul. "

When the first sound he uttered was exposed to the air, the invisible force had quietly taken effect.

Chu Jiangli lingered on the verge of losing consciousness, struggling hard, he didn't know what he was thinking or doing, he just proceeded mechanically.

The empty right eye is like an abyss, facing the black sky with no bottom.

"Life is about to die, blood is about to run out.

The mind is dizzy, and the spirit is silent. "

Blood poured into Chu Jiangli's mouth, he coughed a few times, and was almost suffocated by the viscous liquid.

He didn't have the strength to tilt his head to spit out the blood in his mouth, and he couldn't even breathe out, and his mouth was gurgling indistinctly.

The pain of not being able to breathe did not stop this sad person from squeezing those words out of the gap of blood one by one.

"I would like to use my body as a sacrifice, hoping for the mercy of the heavens."

The demon has already found out that something is wrong, and the supreme mighty power like a mountain and the sea is imposed on him, gradually blocking the demon power that is self-absorbed like breathing.

The heaviness of being deprived of power did not frighten him, his mint green eyes half-closed, and he saw the slight movement of the dying human lips.

spell.

A powerful ancient spell, he made up his mind.

But no matter how strong the spell is, it has a fatal weakness.

It cannot be interrupted, otherwise it is no more useful than a scream.

That human being was dying, and the only remaining eyes were the gray of death, so dim that he almost lost the fresh look he loved.

He paused slightly, lamenting the passing of that brilliance, and lifted the skirt of the human being, wanting to take a last look at it.

Human beings were shaken by his rough actions, their heads drooped feebly, and they spit out a large pool of blood.

After the liquid that blocked his trachea and made him speechless disappeared, the faint sound of breathing gradually became clear.

Yaoliangbo's eyes widened and he was completely stunned.

He looked in disbelief at the human being whose consciousness had been chaotic for a long time, who didn't know where he was doing, and only acted on instinct and obsession.

Between the blood-stained lips, every word is clear.

"The sea may dry up, and the mountains may rot.

This prison will be trapped forever, and this lock will not be damaged. "

The pupils of the human being dilated, mechanically spit out the last two words: "—— sleepy heart."

One of the two most terrifying locks in the famine, sleepy heart takes effect.

Unable to withstand the mighty force of the heaven and the earth, the demon who bears thousands of mountains and seas fell to his knees with a plop, and his knees hit the ground heavily.The blood seeped out quickly, and stopped quickly.

But except for his resilience, all his strength was sealed by the invisible lock.

It is still in the body, and can even feel its existence, but it is locked in a cage and cannot be free.

"Sleepy heart," Yao murmured, "how could it be sleepy heart?"

His perception was greatly weakened by the stalking of power, and he didn't raise his head until someone approached.

"Don't come over." He said, staring at the figure in red who was slithering across the floor.

It seems that because of his remaining prestige, coupled with his scruples about fighting trapped beasts, Ran Xianchen stopped a few feet away: "He is about to die, at most two breaths, this person will cease to exist."

"What does it have to do with me?" Yao said indifferently, "He locked me up with sleepiness, so why should I save him?"

"If he dies, he will never be able to unravel his sleepiness. Is it okay?"

Yao sneered: "He even used his sleepy heart, even if he is alive, will he give me back my freedom?"

"If he's alive, I can't leave him ten feet away. It's better to die."

"If you really think so, there is nothing I can do." The decadent beauty casually glanced at her sleeves, "Anyway, his wish has been fulfilled, and he won't have any regrets when he dies."

The cool mint green squinted: "Are you provoking me?"

"Am I wrong? In this game, it's clear who will lose." The smile on her lips was ambiguous and sweet, "Who told you that you can't afford to lose?"

The other party snorted, and quickly tapped Chu Jiangli's acupoints expressionlessly to stop the bleeding.

He grabbed the arrester's neck, inspected the blood-stained face that was so unremarkably handsome, stroked the horrible hole, and instantly calmed down from his outrage.

"In this game, I am convinced that I lost."

His voice was as cold as snow: "Since he has achieved this level, he deserves my respect."

"If you can save him, do it."

Yao looked at Ran Xianchen: "Let me ask you, if you are not sleepy, or if you don't have this human being..."

When he reached this point, he shook his head and stopped himself: "There are no ifs in this world."

"No, if."