Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

It's just that his movements were still a step slower than Wen Song. Lin Jinglan looked at his empty palm, and couldn't tell what he felt for a while.

He wanted to leave without caring about Wen Fu, but his footsteps seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't move. He asked awkwardly: "Little brother...is what you said just now true?"

Wen Fu opened his lips, "Didn't senior brother hear that?"

Hearing this, Lin Jinglan felt that there was no more luck in his heart. He quietly looked at the weak man kneeling on the ground. His heart was torn into two halves in a trance. One half reminded him not to sink in again. Half of it was caused by emotion and responsibility, which made him unable to abandon people.

After a while, he knelt down beside Wen Fu.

He was facing Wen Song, and lowered his head, "I am willing to bear the mistakes made by the younger brother."

"No need," Wen Song put the picture stone into the ring, and then circulated the spell with his fingertips, and a white light shot at Wen Fu's eyebrows.

Wen Fu has no cultivation now, so naturally he couldn't escape Wen Song's spells. After the magic trick submerged, his finger bones suddenly protruded, veins appeared on his pale forehead, and he staggered as if he was about to fall to the ground.

Lin Jinglan hurriedly helped him up. He didn't question what Wen Song did to Wen Fu. With the evil things Wen Fu did to Wen Song, as long as Wen Song didn't hurt Wen Fu's life, no one else had a position to criticize him. , and if it wasn't for Wen Fu's great luck coveted by the demon world, he might be directly abolished and expelled from the sect.

Wen Song cast Liu Huan, and a fine layer of sweat soon emerged from the tip of his nose. Wen Fu was different from Moxiu whose memory was taken away by him last time. Although his dantian was broken, his sea of ​​consciousness was intact, and he was human. And extremely defensive, it is not easy to spy on his memory.

Wen Song mobilized his spiritual power, invaded Wen Fu's sea of ​​consciousness in an extremely gentle way, and slowly built an illusion, a...an illusion exclusively for Wen Fu.

Wen Fu subconsciously wanted to resist this strange breath, his brows were tightly knit together, he seemed restless and struggling, but without spiritual power, he didn't last long.

Two quarters of an hour later, Wen Fu's consciousness fell into the illusion he had constructed: in the nine-storied pagoda, his ugly elder brother was injured by Qi Mu and was cast aside by everyone, while he got the mirror of bright heart and entered the moon. Lingmen; among the masters, he has a master who protects him, and a brother who is willing to go through fire and water for him, all the way is smooth and smooth, and he has cultivated to become a god, while Wen Song can only be reduced to a disciple of the outer sect because of his poor aptitude. , The distance between the two is getting farther and farther, he is a misty cloud in the sky, and Wen Song is the mud that is trampled on the ground.

As the illusion deepened, Wen Fu's brows and eyes gradually stretched. Wen Song saw the timing and peeked into Wen Fu's memory in one fell swoop.

Half an hour later, he withdrew his spiritual power and his fingertips curved slightly.

When Wen Fu woke up from the illusion, his eyes were still a little dazed, but when he saw Wen Song in front of him, he suddenly came back to his senses. The sharp contrast between the illusion and reality made his mood fluctuate, and he lowered his head. He said in a hoarse voice: "Brother now knows how to punish one's heart."

He didn't suspect that Wen Song was peeping into his memory, he just thought that Wen Song wanted to take revenge on himself through the illusion.

Wen Song moved his fingertips slightly, and the emerald box returned to his hand. He looked coldly at the ugly Wen Fu, and said, "Go back!"

Wen Fu raised his eyes, "Brother, do you want to go back on your word?"

Wen Song didn't answer, took Yin Su's hand and turned back to the cave.

Wen Fu looked at Wen Song's disappearing back, his pale lower lip trembled slightly, he took a deep breath, stood up from the ground, and walked down the mountain.

Lin Jinglan quickly got up and caught up, "Junior brother, where are you going?"

Wen Fu stopped and looked at him sideways, with a slight coldness in his eyes, "Senior Brother, since you know what kind of person I am, why don't you leave?"

Lin Jinglan bumped into Wen Fu's indifferent eyes, pursed the corners of his lips, he should be disgusted, and he really hated, hated those evil things he did, angry at him for not knowing what to do, the breath in his chest , continuously deposited downwards, not knowing how to spit it out.

In the end, he suppressed his anger, and sincerely advised: "If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There is nothing good about it. As long as you are willing to repent, the sect will protect you, and I... will also protect my junior brother."

Wen Fu looked at the men who were full of him, thought of something, and suddenly laughed, "I regret it, will senior brother protect me all the time?"

Lin Jinglan held his palm with that bloody hand and promised, "I will."

"I believe in brother."

Lin Jinglan looked at the smile on Wen Fu's lips. For some reason, he didn't feel much joy, but more depression. He buried this thought in his heart, took out the healing elixir, crushed it, and sprinkled it on The palm of his hand, the bloody and bloody palm that was scratched, was as clean as ever, "Let's go, where are you going, I will accompany you."

"it is good."

As soon as Wen Songfu returned to the cave, his body softened and he almost fell to the ground...

Yin Su grabbed his waist and helped him to sit on the stone bed covered with animal skins, "What's wrong?"

As soon as Wen Song touched the stone bed, he collapsed on the soft animal skin. He said weakly: "It took too much spiritual power to build the illusion just now."

Seeing his boneless appearance, Yin Su popped out spirit stones beside him and set up a small spirit gathering array.

Not long after, the spiritual energy around him began to drill into the dantian, Wen Song moved his body, leaned his head on Yinsu's lap, and squinted his eyes happily, "Susu is so nice."

Yin Su picked him up, "Go to meditate to recover your spiritual power."

Wen Song, who had just been happy for a while: "..."

He puffed his face and complained: "Su Su, you can't do this to your Taoist couple."

Yin Su looked at him with a smile, "Then what do you think?"

Wen Song opened his mouth to speak without shame, "Praise me more, hug me more, kiss me more, listen to me more..."

"Well," he looked at him with raised eyebrows, "at least you can't pick me up when I'm lying on your lap."

Listening to Wen Song's blunt words and final protest, Yin Su put his hand to his lips and coughed, "Okay, I get it, I will... definitely satisfy you in the future."

Wen Song let go of his eyebrows, and he jumped forward, hanging directly on Yin Su's body, "It doesn't have to be later, it can be done now."

Yin Su caught him, and gently kissed him between the eyebrows, "Okay, hurry up and meditate."

Wen Song pouted, and bumped his forehead against his chin.

But in the end he retreated obediently, and sat cross-legged next to him, recovering his spiritual power while sorting out the information gleaned from Wen Fu's memory.

After sinking his mind, trivial and incomplete pictures emerged one by one in his mind, Wen Fu's scheme against him, how he was caught in the mortal world, and the last few frames of black shadows.

He remembered that Wen Fu said that before destroying that thing, his consciousness and perception were sealed, so could these dark pictures be what happened at that time?

Thinking of this, his heart trembled slightly, and he carefully distinguished these vague scenes, not letting go of any place.

However, a long time passed and nothing was found.

Wen Song opened his eyes, disappointment flashed across his eyes, he got down from the stone bed and poured himself a cup of spiritual tea.

The tea entered his throat, allowing his mood to settle down slowly.

After drinking a cup of spirit tea, Wen Song left the cave with the emerald box containing the green rhinoceros...

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