Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

The talisman was slapped on Hongji's forehead and instantly turned into ashes.

Although Song Yanqing reacted immediately, a sword pierced Hongji's chest.But Hongji just paused for a moment, and then he let out a painful roar, and everything after that became so logical and extremely absurd.

Hongji broke away from the red line, and waved Song Yanqing away.

Song Yanqing flew upside down and slowly slid down against the wall.

He Chuanhua seemed to be stimulated by his painful muffled sound, he threw away the red thread, gave Hongji a cold snort, and then began to make tricks with his hands.

The surrounding air twitched, and thunder came faintly from the sky.

It seemed that everything was within Song Yanqing's expectation, he already knew that there would be such an ending.It's just that he was clutching his chest in pain, looking at He Chuanhua with red eyes, his heart was burning with anger, and he couldn't be reconciled.

He has had enough of these plots, Mo Nanchen is dead, and now He Chuanhua is leaving too.

Song Yanqing thought he could accept it, but when he heard the thunder outside, he only felt that it became difficult to breathe.

"He Chuanhua..." He called out, his voice was low and hoarse, but He Chuanhua didn't hear it.

The thunder outside is getting louder and louder, and the Heavenly Thunder Jue is about to take shape.

Song Yanqing saw the sea of ​​fire at that time again, memory and reality were entangled.The unwillingness and remorse hidden deep in his heart enveloped him like a tide at this moment.

I love him, Song Yanqing looked at He Chuanhua's figure and thought weakly, I really love him.

The pain made Song Yanqing extremely irritable. He leaned on the wall and stood up staggeringly, looking straight at the person who was doing the trick, and shouted: "He Chuanhua! If you dare to die, I will jump directly!"

The movement of He Chuanhua's hand suddenly stopped, and the three Taoist priests beside him dragged the red millet. Seeing that He Chuanhua had stopped moving, the old Taoist priest quickly shouted: "He Xiaoyou, the ghost king is born, the ghost king is born. We agreed when we came , we hold the battle, if it succeeds everyone will be happy, if not..."

He Chuanhua was stunned and said: "If it doesn't work, I... will bear it with all my strength."

"He Xiaoyou, how can the love of children compare to all living beings in the world." The old Taoist persuaded, struggling to control the crazy Hongji, and said anxiously: "No one knows the five thunders except you, you This, this, alas."

Song Yanqing was so angry that he walked slowly towards Hongji holding the mahogany sword.

"You want him to die." He laughed and said to the old Taoist priest, "No matter how righteous you are, no matter how high-sounding you are. You are using righteousness and responsibility to force him to die."

"If it is the poor Taoist society, we will definitely not let him go." The old Taoist said: "Besides, we are still here to control Hongji. When the thunder strikes, we will not survive."

The two little Taoist priests looked terrified, their faces were pale, and their bodies were trembling uncontrollably.Still trembling, he grabbed the red rope given by Master.

He Chuanhua still maintained the movement of making the formula, and the sky thunder had not dissipated, and he kept chanting the incantation.

"Do you think so too?" Song Yanqing looked at He Chuanhua and asked.

He Chuanhua didn't have time to answer, the movements of his hands were the best answer.

Those pitch-black eyes were extraordinarily bright, and Song Yanqing saw a strong emotion in them.

That is the sense of honor engraved in his bones for [-] years of Taoism.He Chuanhua is a Taoist priest. Although he can ward off ghosts and curses, he still regards himself as a Taoist priest, and it is his unshirkable responsibility to kill demons and demons.

Song Yanqing just thought it was ridiculous, the hero and heroine in this world are very friendly, they took the initiative to find him, and prepare for the evil spirit.He Chuanhua went to find a helper in advance, and was no longer isolated and unprepared like in the original plot.

But they still faced such an ending.

'Is this the plot? "Song Yanqing said to the system blankly:" Is this destiny. '

[I'm sorry, Mr. Song. ] The system replied.

He Chuanhua's spellcasting had reached a critical stage, and he couldn't get distracted.He seemed to be able to see the despair in Song Yanqing's eyes, and he heard footsteps approaching Hongji, and finally stopped in front of Hongji.

Song Yanqing stabbed a sword, Hongji was enraged by Song Yanqing's action, he kept roaring, and the red rope that bound him made a hissing sound.

Song Yanqing and Hongji were too close, He Chuanhua had to stop, and the old Taoist opposite was stamping his feet anxiously.

"It's too late! It's too late!" The old Taoist shouted, "If you drag it on, the sky thunder will disperse. It's too late, hurry up!"

Song Yanqing thought in her heart that it would be better if she broke up, and He Chuanhua wouldn't die from the thunder if she broke up.

He knew that He Chuanhua took care of him and did not dare to attract thunder.

Song Yanqing thought of a solution to Hongji, but he didn't know if He Chuanhua would agree.

He drew out his mahogany sword and said to He Chuanhua, "Do you believe me?"

He Chuanhua had just interrupted casting spells, and He Chuanhua was very weak now.He was panting slightly, his clothes already soaked in sweat.

He looked distressed, only his eyes were still bright.

"I'm a Taoist priest." He Chuanhua said softly, "I was born to slay demons."

"Don't regret it even if you die?" Song Yanqing said.

"I don't regret it." He Chuanhua replied.

Song Yanqing said again: "You really don't regret it?"

He Chuanhua still thought about Song Yanqing in his heart, he thought about Song Yanqing, and then thought about the burden on his shoulders, and finally said firmly, "I don't regret it."

The surrounding atmosphere was very cloudy, and He Chuanhua couldn't see Song Yanqing's face clearly, but he could imagine his current expression, it must be very painful, and his always smiling eyes would show a disappointed expression.

He Chuanhua's mind is full of dying with Hongji, he is not afraid of life and death, but he doesn't want to let go of Song Yanqing.If possible, he would like to grow old with Song Yanqing forever.

Song Yanqing seemed to know what he was thinking, he hooked his mouth and smiled and said: "Well, after you die, I'll find another one, I'll go to the GAY bar for a few days, I'm sure I can find one or two. Then it will be Another hugs me, he'll kiss me, do things with me that we haven't had time to do yet."

He paused and said, "A few days ago, that guy at the T University Stadium was nice. He blushed when he touched him. I liked it too. It's a pity that he's too shy to take the initiative."

He Chuanhua's originally calm expression became stiff, and his breathing became rough.

He hung his arms and pursed his lips tightly, looking extremely aggrieved.

Song Yanqing could almost hear the sour sound of 'gudong gudong' in his heart.Seeing that the old Taoist could still control Hongji, he continued, "I may be sad for a while, but in the end I will still lie on someone else's bed. Maybe because I can't forget you, I will often change my bed partner."

Before he finished speaking, He Chuanhua's eyes turned red.

"That's enough! Don't say any more, I won't attract thunder." He Chuanhua didn't know what to imagine, but when He Chuanhua looked at Song Yanqing, his eyes were moist.

Song Yanqing looked at him and felt that this tall man looked extraordinarily pitiful at this moment.

The morale of the veteran did not come up in one breath, he hesitated for a long time and scolded a coward.

He Chuanhua blushed, and the strong sense of responsibility in his mind was suppressed by jealousy.

When he thought of Song Yanqing being oppressed by others, his heart became sore.

He recalled Song Yanqing's fair and graceful body, and thought that once he died, this person would become someone else's.He Chuanhua, who was originally determined, suddenly didn't dare to die.

After successfully overturning the jar of vinegar and controlling He Chuanhua, Song Yanqing looked at the red thread that was about to break and said seriously: "Chuanhua, if you trust me, let Hongji go and kill Liu Shiyin."

As soon as he spoke, the old Taoist shouted: "How can ordinary people be involved in this kind of thing. If you really have any methods of killing people, offering sacrifices, sealing the ghost king, etc., you will let him kill me."

He Chuanhua was jealous, and his attention was extraordinarily concentrated.Emotionally stupid as hell, when it comes to ghosts and gods, he turns his head very quickly.

He pinched his fingers and said: "Hongji is the king of ghosts, Liu Shiyin and him should have had a relationship in the previous life. In this life, Liu Shiyin's life is very good, and she will definitely live to old age. I can't figure out whether there will be such a thing in her fate." Jie, but she definitely didn't die at this age."

The eyes of the old Taoist also lit up. He fiddled with his fingers and said with a grin: "Yes, that girl will definitely not die at this time. She is the closest to Hongji, and they were destined by fate in the previous life. , They are destined to entangle each other, oops, you can't die, you can't die."

As he said that, the old Taoist let go of his hand, and He Chuanhua immediately stepped forward and pulled Song Yanqing into his arms.

Hongji broke free and turned around to attack Song Yanqing, but was stopped by He Chuanhua.

He stared down, as if looking for a target.His consciousness was blurred, but there was always a figure of a woman in his mind.

He covered his head and wailed, turned around and flew over following the man's breath.

The old Taoist quickly chased after him with the young Taoist, calling the middle-aged woman who stayed over there while chasing it back, telling her to avoid it first.

Song Yanqing raised his foot to keep up, but He Chuanhua suddenly grabbed his wrist,

"What?" Song Yanqing turned around and asked,

He Chuanhua looked at him fiercely, and said in a low voice, "I can't see you clearly."

"I'm right here." Song Yanqing held He Chuanhua's hand and said, "I'm in front of you, don't be afraid. I'll drag you away."

He Chuanhua nodded.He shook his head again. The 1.8-meter tall man hangs his head listlessly, looking even more embarrassed than when he was fighting with ghosts before.

"Chuan Hua?" Song Yanqing called out.

"I'm not going to die." He Chuanhua said.

"I know." Song Yanqing said, "I don't want you to die."

He Chuanhua pursed her lips, clasped Song Yanqing's palm and said, "I won't let anything happen to me, so don't look for someone else."

"If nothing happens to you in this life, I will live with you forever." Song Yanqing laughed.

He Chuanhua's eyes lit up, and at the same time Song Yanqing heard the system's notification tone.

[Real-time data, it is detected that the target object He Chuanhua's dependence value on Mr. Song is 100, evaluation: This life is mine, that's great. ]

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