Heaven is above [Rebirth]

"Qianye... Don't worry, I came out of there." Knowing that the person in front of his decision may not be able to accept it for a while, but this is really the only solution at present, so he hurriedly said to Qianye Swear words.

Nether Gate, why is it called Nether Gate? Doesn’t such a sinister name mean that as long as you step through this gate, you will die?

Originally, Mo Luonian didn't want to mention that he entered the Nether Gate, but if he didn't make some guarantees, with Qianye's habit, he would not let him go, but what he didn't expect was that the voice just After falling, Qianye completely exploded: "Shut up." He even dared to mention it last time, and almost died in it.

If it weren't for fate...

Knowing that if he didn't make a compromise, Mo Luonian would definitely still go. Of course, it wasn't because he didn't believe that he wouldn't come back. Qianye was just afraid, what if... he really died inside?

Then why did he come back after being dead for a thousand years?What are you coming back for?

So he quickly took a step back not to look at the person in front of him, stayed away from Mo Luonian, turned his head and said loudly to Hu Yan: "Why are you so far away, you are a demon with the ability to purify, ghosts hurt you It won't mutate, even if you mutate, I can kill you with one palm." The ability to forcibly change the subject is still so weak.

Hu Yan was stunned by the shouting, Mo Luonian's courage really made him admire, but where did he provoke Qianye to be so lingering?

But as he was young, of course he knew why Qianye lost his temper, so Hu Yan didn't care about him, so he immediately took a step forward following his words, and said in a very cooperative way: "Come on."

As soon as Hu Yan came to them, Mo Luonian's eyes seemed to grow on his waist, and he couldn't move away for a long time.

The snow-white flute body and the flute ears, which were as red as thick blood, made Mo Luonian unable to recover for a while. It was... a mortal flute.

"What's the matter?" How could a living person not feel such a burning gaze, Hu Yan looked down at himself and asked in doubt.

Mo Luonian didn't open his mouth to speak, but reached out and quickly took off the things around Hu Yan's waist, Hu Yan was injured, so he couldn't do it as fast as he did, so his face immediately changed, and he shouted: "What are you doing? Grab something!" As he spoke, he still stretched out his hand to grab something.

Mo Luonian moved his body a little to avoid Hu Yan's attack, and only asked, "Where did you get it from?"

Seeing that Mo Luonian's face was really serious, Hu Yan also knew that there might be something very serious, so he immediately calmed down and replied honestly: "It was redeemed at the auction house in the demon world."

"The demon world? This is the last sect." Mo Luonian looked at Fan Shixiao and murmured.

Hu Yan couldn't understand what he meant, what was the last sect, he couldn't understand it at all.

But Mo Luonian didn't seem to have any intention of explaining. He turned his head and looked at Qianye who had stared blankly with the fanshixiao, and asked softly, "Qianye, do you still remember what this is?"

Shocked by his question, Qianye turned pale again, and he lowered his head to ease his emotions, calming himself down: "Fan Shi Xiao... was destroyed by me. "But why, what's going on now?

The scene of blood flowing into rivers thousands of years ago has always been Qianye's nightmare. As the monarch of the Six Realms, he has harmed the mortal world because of his own feelings, causing many families to be ruined and dying without a good end. A person who becomes a walking corpse cannot belong.

Qianye's emotions became more and more agitated. He stared at Fan Shixiao and moved his lips, but he couldn't say a word anymore. Knowing what Qianye was worried about, Mo Luonian frowned and immediately stepped forward, his eyes full of worry Ai Lian said slowly: "Qianye, wake up, you can see clearly, this is not the mortal flute you destroyed."

This is not the mortal flute you destroyed.These words rushed into Qianye's mind in a timely manner like redemption, making him dazed for a moment, and regained his senses at a loss. He raised his eyes and looked at the mortal flute in Mo Luonian's hand with slightly confused fox eyes.

Yes, it's different, this one is white, and the one he made is blood red, blood red... It was doomed to be unknown as soon as it was born.

But, apart from these, they are indeed exactly the same, even Xiao Sui, no, Xiao Sui seems to have not changed from beginning to end, right?

So Qianye asked the question in his heart at that time: "Is it also called Mortal Xiao? And this Xiao Sui..."

"Yes, that's the ear of the flute." Mo Luonian pursed his lips, and spoke slowly, as if he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would scare the people in front of him.

Sure enough, even though his voice was soft, these words still made Qianye's body stiff. He slightly raised his head to look at Mo Luonian's serious face, his eyes were full of doubts, why do you know so clearly?

But before he could ask these words, Mo Luonian's voice rang in his ears again: "Play it."

It was like a muffled thunder that blew Qianye's brain into a daze. What did he say?let him play it?Is this a joke?How can he not understand what a mortal flute is?As long as the sound is blown, there may be another bloodshed.

Qianye hurriedly pushed Mo Luonian away and took a step back, looked at him in disbelief, and asked in a trembling voice: "Are you kidding me?" At this moment, Qianye suddenly felt that Mo Luonian was still that demon, the one who had never changed The incomparable "ghosts and gods kneel down".

He was wondering if he had been cheated again, after all he could only control the mortal flute that he destroyed, as long as he blew it, would the whole mortal world be over?

Sensing the increasingly chilly aura around Qianye, Mo Luonian panicked and his face immediately changed. He hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Qianye's hand and hurriedly explained: "I didn't lie to you. .”

Perhaps this sentence had some effect, Qianye gradually calmed down, controlled his emotions, he glanced at Mo Luonian, and asked with some resistance: "Then why should I brag?"

The scene thousands of years ago was too horrific, and Qianye never wanted to recall it again. Mo Luonian frowned and his eyes were sore. He hugged Qianye uncomfortable, rubbed his hair and said: " You believe me, the person who held you at that time...wasn't me, but it will be now and in the future."

Both Qianye Huyan were stunned by this sentence, how did he know that someone was with him and hugged him when he was in the most embarrassing situation with his blood wound.

Indeed, that person is Hu Yan.

Sensing Qianye's body froze, Mo Luonian slowly explained: "I have never faded out of your life. Although I have not been able to accompany you, but... I have always been there!" He said with his chin Rubbing Qianye's hair, he hugged Qianye a little tighter.

He said these words calmly, especially the last sentence he murmured in a low voice, like a passerby who had nothing to do with him, but Qianye could clearly hear the loneliness and forbearance in his words , This made Qianye's heart twitch violently, which made him feel that he was really... such a jerk.

"Ahem, ahem...there are not only the two of you here." What about the solemnity that was agreed?What about a misunderstanding?Just like that, the idiot Qianye was conquered by Mo Luonian again?

It doesn't matter, after all, there is a thousand-year connection, but what are you doing now?As a wounded man, it's fine to ignore him, but also the ghosts outside the city?Although there are no common people outside the city, is it really okay now?Are you talking about love?

Qianye's face was a little embarrassed, he gently pushed Mo Luonian away, and said, "Let's go!" The promise is to believe, to play the mortal flute...then play it!

He wants to see what will happen different from the scene thousands of years ago.

"Hoo-hoo--" It was obvious that the mortal world was still in the spring of March, but the chilling wind in my ears was more like the approach of some kind of death, making my scalp numb and my heart throbbing.

Standing again at the place where I came, I looked down at the city, even though the strong wind messed up my hair without realizing it, I thought it would be nothing, but I saw that damned ghost stretching out its terrifying hand and skeleton from the ground again. , and then emerged from there bit by bit supporting the ground, with his mouth slightly open, he let out a low whimper from the depths of his throat, and walked on the ground like a walking dead, Qianye turned pale again in an instant.

Subconsciously clenched the Fanshixiao in his hand until the joints turned white and bloodless, and he still didn't loosen it a bit. He pursed his lips and looked down at Fanshixiao slightly, hesitating and struggling in his heart, really... blow it?

in case……

Seeing Qianye like this, Mo Luonian frowned as if he couldn't bear it. He unconsciously took a step forward and stretched out his hand to pull Qianye back. He didn't want Qianye to suffer like this.

But just when his hand was about to touch Qianye's sleeve, Mo Luonian lowered his eyes and stopped moving, finally put down his hand a little weakly, and murmured: "I'm sorry." Back then, I'm sorry.

There was another "huh", and the wind blew past Mo Luonian's voice without any trace of selfishness. Qianye was in a daze, so he didn't hear what Mo Luonian said.

Mo Luonian pursed his lips, with a trace of resentment and determination flashing across his eyes, he walked softly behind Qianye, and said somewhat unquestionably: "Qianye, there is a barrier outside now, but once the barrier is destroyed, the city gate won't be able to last much longer. For a long time, there are only two ways now, one is that you play the mortal flute, and the other is that I go to the Nether Gate." Mo Luonian clenched his fists the whole time he said this, and he didn't let go for a long time.

He resisted, forcing himself not to go forward to hug Qianye, trying to keep his voice steady and his tone cold, he had to do this now, and he also wanted to go directly to the Nether Gate to prevent Qianye from suffering, but he Knowing that if he misses this opportunity, Qianye may let himself live in a nightmare forever, unable to extricate himself, this is what he does not want to see, his Qianye, his wife, should always be the carefree Contemplating the dissolute God.

Hearing the word Nether Gate again, Qianye's body shook violently, the hand holding Fanshi Xiao trembled slightly, his pale lips moved, but after all he couldn't utter a single syllable, and finally slowed down, After closing his eyes for a moment, the mouth of Fanshixiao also touched the corner of Qianye's lips.

"..." There was only a pause, and then the melodious and melodious flute sounded.

But after only a moment, Qianye's eye sockets began to turn red, the entire pupils turned blood red, and the fierce murderous aura in his eyes was instantly revealed, and the sound of his flute followed closely or sternly. , or unfeeling... It's not as melodious and mellow as before, touching people's hearts.

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"Mo Luonian, you bastard, how long has it been since your sister had sex?" Qianye supported his waist, gritted his teeth and looked at Mo Luonian with mournful eyes.

Mo Luonian adjusted his clothes, "Are you sure you don't know how long I haven't eaten meat?"

Qianye blushed slightly, "..."

"Since you don't know, let's do it again." As he spoke, he pushed forward.

"Damn it, damn it... um... get lost... um"

--over

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