Daoist has facial paralysis

"Your uncle is inside!" Donghuang frowned and looked at Zhou Yibei who was walking towards the palace, and tried to stop him. Zhou Yibei sneered when he was blocked, "My uncle? Donghuang will only do it when he needs it." Use him, right? Where were you when my uncle died? Do you remember? You stood outside the Heshen Formation and watched, and Donghuang also lost his memory?! You reminded me, It's not enough for me to get back these spiritual powers... I will also take back what you owe me, I lost my uncle, you should lose some important people too, right?"

Zhou Yibei raised his hand with a distorted expression, and most of the witches rushed towards the restraint of the palace. Donghuang's expression changed, and he turned into a golden crow and rushed over.

The witch's breath hit him, and the golden feather flew all over the ground. The Eastern Emperor changed back into a human form, and stood in front of the palace, "Aren't you afraid of hurting Southwest?"

"I hurt him? You killed him..." Zhou Yibei sneered and remembered the familiar hands. Killing this person is not enough, there can't be someone like a priest... ..The hands...be cut off.

Donghuang Taiyi reluctantly took the initiative to attack Zhou Yibei, "I can't hurt you, but if you want to touch him, I can't just sit idly by."

"So Donghuang is a villain full of nonsense?" Zhou Yibei and Donghuang started to fight, without deliberate suppression before, the two fought evenly.

When Zhou Yibei was forced back half a step by the demon's breath, Donghuang stopped his hand, "You better calm down, you will know if I lied to you or not after a while." Zhou Yibei didn't speak, and seized this opportunity Attacking him with all his strength, Donghuang raised the demon breath to defend, but watched him halfway through the witch breath and attacked the palace guarded by Wu Bai.

"You also have someone you must protect, don't you? Do you know how unbearable it is to lose him? It doesn't matter if you didn't know before, but now I help you know..." Zhou Yibei's distorted smile made people Feeling cold in his heart, Wubai looked at the witches in all directions in panic, desperately trying to guard the people in the palace, but he was powerless to stop the chaotic purple-black witches from turning into mist and surrounding the restriction.

The moment the Golden Light Restriction was touched, countless small depressions appeared and began to tremble violently. Zhou Yibei narrowed his eyes, and his smile was brighter than before: "If you kill him, I will also kill your important people one by one. ..."

"Southwest..." Donghuang was stunned for a moment, the restriction had been broken, and the witch's breath flooded the palace in an instant.

The sound of collapse came out, Wu Bai rushed in in panic, the icy witch breath lingered, gunpowder smoke filled the air, and a helpless voice came out: "Little bastard..."

The voice fell into his ears, Zhou Yibei's blood all over his body cooled down, and the smile was fixed on his face...

Donghuang ignored him, dispelled the trapped purple-black witch breath, and rushed into the thick purple-black fog.

A man of immortal demeanor came out carrying a black cat covered in dust, and Donghuang with broken golden feathers followed behind to help drive away the witch's breath.

"...Uncle Master?" Zhou Yibei stared blankly at the man who came over, breathed tremblingly with distressed heart, rushed over to hug the Southwest Taoist Priest under Donghuang Taiyi's slightly foolish gaze, "Uncle Master..."

The man who looked like a demon just now is lying in someone else's arms, his eyes are red like a rabbit, and he wants to explain in a panic, but he stutters nervously: "I... I don't know, uncle, I don't know it's you , you believe me...did I hurt you? Uncle Shi, I'm sorry...are you hurt?"

"Ah..." Dongxinan rubbed his nephew's waist-length hair, "Like a little lunatic, I see you scared Wubai." The Taoist priest put the black cat in front of Zhou Yibei's face, Wu Bai panicked for a moment, stretched his neck obediently and licked his nephew's face, "Meow~"

The Taoist priest looked at his nephew who was still holding back his tears and stared at him in a daze, and pinched his tender face: "Are you still scared by yourself?"

"Uncle Master..." Tears welled up in Zhou Yibei's eyes, "I'm sorry...I didn't know it was you, I don't want to hurt you...you believe me."

Dongxinan smiled and wiped away the tears from Yibei's face, "I'm fine, be good, don't cry."

The countless overlapping pupils in Zhou Yibei's eyes revealed the same kind of fear. Just now he almost... almost hurt him with his own hands, "Master, you promise me not to push me away, I can protect you."

Dongxinan was silent for a while, "Uncle Master knows, it's my fault...you've already remembered it, haven't you?"

Zhou Yibei looked at the complexity in his eyes, and his face changed a little in guessing, "Are you...or do you want to leave me?"

"... Be obedient... You really shouldn't be involved in this matter, I promise you, if there is a little chance, I will try my best to stay."

"I don't want what if," Zhou Yibei held the Taoist priest's hand, "I just want you... I will bring you back if you leave a few times, you are mine."

Zhou Yibei's expression was full of obsession, and his face was full of tears, but he didn't look weak, "Uncle, I have nothing but you..."

Dongxinan stared at him for a while, raised his brows, and said in a flat tone, "You are indeed a trouble..."

Zhou Yibei's eyes trembled, "Uncle Master... huh?" The moment his mouth was blocked, Zhou Yibei's ears turned red, his hands unconsciously grasped the Taoist priest's clothes, and his body felt hot. His mind then went blank, leaving only the person in front of him... until a shallow golden light penetrated into the sea of ​​consciousness, and the spiritual consciousness came into contact with each other, Zhou Yibei reacted, struggled for a while, but passed out in a blink of an eye.

"Southwest..." Donghuang stood aside, looking at the Taoist priest whose face gradually became ugly after the contact with the spiritual consciousness, and asked with concern.

The Taoist priest glanced at him and didn't speak, and his face didn't improve. He picked up the man with faint anger and walked to the rubble of the palace.

......

Inside the ruins of the Taihao Clan, the Yinling Wuji, who was trapped by the witch's breath, suddenly felt his whole body loosen, the witch's breath shrank towards the sky, and the Wuji with serious internal injuries fell to the ground, looking up and looking around, everyone has been loosened After opening, Jizhong was unconscious but didn't seem to be dead. The spirits of the pioneers were in a weak state, which was probably similar to his injuries. Jiyu didn't seem to be injured much.

"Shouldn't you all die?" The man's voice came into his ears, and the Yin Ling, who still had lingering fear, looked towards the direction of the sound in fear, and after seeing the person coming, his face was full of doubts: "...Lu Ya Daojun?"

"The Eastern Emperor asked me to tell everyone that the Jiuli Wu Zu will stay in Dahuang Palace for a few days, so there is no need to worry."

"Mr. Dao! Wu Zu..." Fan Feng stood up with a frown and asked worriedly. For Shaohao, Wu Zu is a symbol. Although important, it is not impossible to lose, but for the undead in Jiuli As far as Wu Zu is their kin, the blood left behind, and the only hope, even at this time, he is still worried that something happened to Zhou Yibei...whether he went mad and would hurt his life.

"I said don't worry, you go back to recuperate, Feng Tu is fine," Lu Ya said impatiently, according to his brain, he only remembered this, and he would not be asked a few more questions. Knowing what to answer, he simply shook his sleeves and left. After all, nothing could delay him from buying food for his wife.