It is said that Shizun is a devil

Han Jing's whole body was almost frozen by the wind and snow, but Fuwang's breathing hadn't stopped, and Han Jing couldn't be dumbfounded. Although his mind was full of chaos and countless voices huddled together, he had to try his best to calmly look at the meat. Dry shop owner, trying to keep his voice clear and steady: "What exactly do you want?"

The owner of the jerky shop looked down at Fuwang who was strangled by him. Fuwang's face was pale and angry, and his eyes stared at him fiercely, as if he wanted to engrave this person's appearance in his heart.The owner of the jerky shop smiled slightly, with a kind voice, like an elder educating the younger generation, and said softly: "How can a child be so vicious, no good."

Hanjing's fingers were completely numb. Every time the owner of the jerky shop said a word, blood would flow from the wound on Fuwang's neck. However, the owner of the jerky shop used spiritual power to maintain Fuwang's life. The four-year-old child endured the pain of cutting his throat alive. Han Jing felt that the knife was not only cut on Fuwang's neck, but also on his own neck. His neck was aching, and his chest was also aching. Convulsions, the instinct of breathing suddenly became a brand-new knowledge, and the almost suffocating sense of pressure gave rise to a hoarse roar: "What do you want?!"

The owner of the jerky shop curled his lips: "Young man, you are really impatient. Well, well, frankly speaking, two things, one is to kill this little thing in my hand, and the other is to kill Hanyu, think carefully I thought, this little thing is not in a hurry, I should kill Hanyu first, so now I want Hanyu's whereabouts, as long as you tell me about Hanyu's whereabouts, this little thing will be returned to you temporarily, is it a good deal?"

The wind and snow poured into Han Jing's heart, Han Jing looked at Fu Wang, and Fu Wang kept crying.The pain at the beginning could be endured with faith, but the long-lasting and unending pain quickly broke the patience of a pampered child. Fuwang stretched out his hands to Han Jing, and the blood from his neck had already stained the clothes in front of him. The clear and refreshing blue became extremely dirty. He looked at his master, the master who had never made him suffer wronged or made him suffer so much since he was a child. The master is so powerful, he will definitely be able to save him. As long as the master If Zun is willing, he will definitely be able to save him.

Han Jing finally understands what it means to be bleeding from the heart. His right hand is pinching the palm of his left hand tightly to prevent himself from collapsing. The master who is far away and the apprentice who is close at hand can at least save the apprentice if he tells the whereabouts of the master. Temporary life, buy some time to maneuver.But as a disciple, the teacher's kindness is like a sea, even if it is to save the life of the apprentice, no one can predict the future changes.

The owner of the jerky shop sighed again, as if he was worried about the incompetent junior: "I said that indecision will make you lose more, but you always don't understand the preciousness of time."

The knife in his hand was a sharp bone-cutting knife, and the sharp tip pierced Fuwang's neck, and blood spattered his face.He smiled in the blood, Fuwang's limbs twitched, and his eyes had turned white.

Han Jing was out of breath.

Xuecheng is really a very cold city, which can make a person betray his close relatives heartlessly.

Han Jing was trembling all over: "Master respects him, retreat in the sect."

The owner of the jerky shop was full of kindness, and guided him with a gentle smile: "This answer is wrong, think again?"

Han Jing looked at him in disbelief: "My master has been retreating and attacking the tribulation, and has never left. You give me back Fuwang!"

The boss shook his head in disappointment: "It seems that you don't know your master well."

Fuwang was still bleeding, and this person was still talking about something, Han Jing was furious, and said angrily, "Are you trying to play tricks!"

The boss said: "Well, how about you come here and exchange yourself for your little apprentice?"

This proposal was like rain after a long drought, and it was a complete surprise. Han Jing's stiff body instantly gave birth to infinite strength, and he said anxiously, "Okay, I'll replace him, and I'll come over right away."

I thought there would be repetitions again, but the boss was very happy, removed the knife next to Fuwang's neck, and smiled honestly at Han Jing: "Those kids outside are still playing in the sky."

The moment he let go, the spiritual connection that supported Fuwang's life was also disconnected at the same time. Fuwang opened his arms and ran forward with tears in his mouth, and the expression on his face suddenly froze, losing the support of spiritual power. His body was like a kite with a broken string, and he fell down face to face, top-heavy.Han Jing hurriedly took a step forward to catch Fuwang, pointed his right hand together, the spiritual power flowed into Fuwang's meridian from his fingertips, took out a handful of elixir from the Qiankun bag with his left hand, and fed Fuwang one by one.

Holding a knife in his hand, the boss stood aside and looked at it with a smile, neither urging nor moving, as if he was just a passing audience.

The snow that never melted all year round in the snow city was pouring down, and the light snowflakes were blown by the breeze and swam into the shop, falling on Han Jing's body and covering Fuwang's eyelashes.

The child's long eyelashes trembled, and they opened with difficulty under Han Jing's surprised eyes, revealing a pair of cold eyes.

A pair of cold eyes, but deep in the glacier, there is a gentle spring spring.

Han Jing stared blankly at Fuwang, Fuwang blinked, and his small body crashed from Han Jing's arms into the boss's arms like a shooting star. The boss lowered his head, looking at the child who only reached his thigh, crystal The clear ice blade pierced the boss's soft flesh and blood, and a dazzling ice edge emerged from the back of his chest. Because the speed was too fast, the ice blade was still pure and flawless before it was stained with blood.

The boss showed a smile on his face, and the knife in his hand slashed Fuwang's neck.Fuwang stooped to avoid the slow-moving knife, stretched out his arms and pushed hard.

The boss fell to the ground, eyes open, smiling, not breathing.

Fuwang turned his head, smiled at Han Jing, and fell limply into Han Jing's arms.

Han Jing hugged him blankly, stood up, and subconsciously caught the crying children falling from the sky outside, with only one thought in his eyes.

He had to take Fuwang out of here, out of this place of right and wrong.

Surrounded by snow-capped mountains on all sides, Han Jing didn't know the way or direction, but he had to take Fuwang out of this place, the farther the better.

He stiffly flew up into the sky and headed straight in one direction. The temperature around him plummeted due to the increase in altitude, and Fuwang, who was unconscious, couldn't help shivering.Han Jing quickly fell back to the ground, staring blankly at the almost identical igloos on all sides, his limbs went limp, and he felt a strong sense of powerlessness.

If I had known earlier, it would be better not to go down the mountain, and it would be better not to ask for ascension for the rest of my life...

There was light snow, the sky and the earth were completely white, Han Jing stood on the street, watching the people coming and going, but in his heart there was only the desolation of being out of tune with the world.

The world is so big, with thousands of miles of mountains, thousands of miles of snow at dusk, and hundreds of feet in the world of mortals, he can't find where he is, and he doesn't know where to go.

A hand fell on Han Jing's shoulder, Han Jing was startled, turned around suddenly, and saw the expressionless face of the bookstore owner.

"Guest, it's time to go back to dinner." The bookstore owner said coldly.

Han Jing hugged Fuwang tightly, and wrapped Fuwang in fox fur into a big white ball. He looked at the bookstore owner vigilantly, and asked sharply, "Who are you?"

The bookstore owner looked at him expressionlessly: "I am your father."

Han Jing: "..."

Han Jing almost lost his strength holding Fuwang's hand: "Master?"

"...Sent." The bookstore owner added blankly.

Han Jing: "...Why should I trust you!"

Bookstore owner: "Believe it or not, your big apprentice and little pet are back, come home with me."

Han Jin and the little white sheep were still at each other's place, so Han Jing could only follow him back to the bookstore.As soon as he entered the door of the bookstore, a little white fur ball jumped onto Han Jing's shoulder, sniffed the fox fur, and looked at Han Jing suspiciously: "I smell blood, what's wrong, little brat?"

When Han Jing saw the little white sheep, his tense heart was finally able to relax a little. The exhaustion that was restrained by the tension loosened his control, and flooded his limbs like a tide. He pulled off the fox fur tremblingly, revealing his bloody Fuwang, the smell of blood lost its hold, and instantly filled the study room, making people sick.

The little white sheep stared blankly at the motionless Fuwang, stretched out its small paws, but retracted suddenly before the paws touched the tip of Fuwang's nose, turned into a firecracker, and roared angrily: "Who did it?" ?! I fought with him!”

Standing behind Han Jing, Han Jin's warm chest was pressed against Han Jing's cold back. Being approached by the warmth, Han Jing's whole body was melted by the wind and snow.Han Jin held Han Jing's shoulder with one hand, and although the other hand trembled slightly, it still fell firmly under Fuwang's nose.

The roaring little white sheep shut its mouth and looked at Han Jin nervously.

Han Jin's chest trembled, and he let out a long breath: "It's still alive, the little white sheep is holding Fuwang in his arms, and everyone is going to find a doctor."

The little white sheep turned into a human being on the ground, and carefully carried Fuwang out of Han Jing's arms, as if afraid of waking up Fuwang's dream.

Han Jing lost all strength, leaned against Han Jin's chest, was picked up by Han Jin's waist, and was put on the bed together with Fuwang.

"It's okay, you can sleep for a while." Han Jin bent down, whispered softly in Han Jing's ear, covered Han Jing's eyes with a big hand, "I'm here, it's okay, you and Fuwang are fine of."

Han Jing closed his eyes.

It's okay, I know, you will never let me have anything.

The author has something to say:

I didn’t seem to save it last night, my god, I woke up in the morning and looked at the iPad, and I was stunned. What the hell is it still stuck on the page?