don't pass time

Lu Yuan looked at it for a long time before asking: "Do you often meet souls who don't want to drink Mengpo soup and want to reincarnate?"

Granny Meng still didn't speak, Lu Yuan didn't seem to expect her answer at all, and continued: "Are all the souls wandering on the road to Huangquan unwilling to forget the past?"

Granny Meng was silent.Lu Yuan's eyes diverged a little: "How deep is the obsession to dare to live with the memories of the previous life?"

Lu Yuan stared blankly at the movements of Granny Meng's hands, smiled and said "Excuse me" to Granny Meng, then turned around and prepared to leave, but unexpectedly, Granny Meng behind him suddenly Here comes a sentence: "It has its own definite number."

Lu Yuan turned around and asked in surprise, "What did you say?"

Po Meng lowered her head to scoop up the soup, as if what she just said was just a gust of wind and she had never heard Lu Yuan's question.After waiting for a while, Lu Yuan stopped being persistent, and walked back to Yan Lang.

"Yan Wang let us go like this, isn't he afraid that we will go back on our word?"

"I have no room for regret."

"What are we waiting for?"

"Wait until today is completely over."

Lu Yuan didn't ask anymore, he felt that he was always a bystander, he was willing to share but had no other way, he could only wait for Yan Lang to tell him.However, Yan Lang has always been in the same state as at this time, always silent in front of the most important issue.

The two of them started walking along Huangquan Road again, without deliberately caring whether it was day or night outside, there was a feeling of time stagnation.Lu Yuan thought, no wonder the souls on this road seem to be so calm and unhurried. They have nothing to do but travel, and they are tireless. The speed is meaningless.

If you are not careful, it will be tens of hundreds of years.

Yan Lang held Lu Yuan's hand tightly, and he suddenly said as he walked, "I don't want to forget the past memories just because I don't want to forget the kindness of others, and I don't want to forget the hatred."

Hearing his words, Lu Yuan saw the Wangchuan River rushing endlessly, suddenly felt sad, and broke away from his holding his hand.

Yan Lang looked at him suspiciously, he looked back at Yan Lang for a while, and walked a little further away from the river.There is a stone there, although it is not as tall as the Sansheng Stone not far away, it can barely be regarded as a place to lean on.Lu Yuan sat down along the stone, with his back against the stone, and looked up at Yan Lang who was standing facing him.

Lu Yuan thought that what Yan Lang said was wrong, although he would not be physically tired in the underworld, he would still be tired, and he is very tired now.

Yan Lang walked towards him slowly, knelt down to be at eye level with him, and asked with a smile, "Why don't you want to leave?"

"Yes." Lu Yuan smiled, "I don't want to leave."

The two of them just looked at each other, and the smile on Lu Yuan's face slowly disappeared.Yan Lang suddenly panicked, reached out to touch his cheek, and heard Lu Yuan say calmly: "A while ago when you ignored me because of that sword..."

"It's my fault." Yan Lang interrupted him eagerly.

"Listen to me." Lu Yuan reached out and grabbed Yan Lang's hand, with his face still in his palm, and he kept this movement and said slowly, "I'm really scared when you ignore me. I always feel that you must leave me anytime, anywhere, but I can't leave you anymore."

He raised his other hand and lightly touched Yan Lang's lips with his fingers, interrupting his unspoken explanation or rebuttal, his expression was still calm, very much like Yan Lang when he was not familiar with him before: "I used to I really want to know those things that I don’t understand. At that time, I cared about your kindness to me, but I was not afraid of losing it. However, after I found that I liked you, I didn’t dare to think about it. After you ignored me that day, I was in Thinking... thinking that if I could be with you all the time, it doesn’t matter if I don’t understand a lot of things. But I’m still a little sad now. In fact, the past has long passed. I don’t care as much as you think. I just, just I feel as if I have never been qualified to share the burden for you... This makes me feel frustrated, as if I will never be able to really get close to you... Actually, I want to ask, if you have been so good to me from the beginning, is there any other reason? The reason?"

He paused for a moment: "For example, my soul is similar to someone's?"

He thought, so you want to drink Meng Po soup for me while I am asleep, is it to make me forget those memories that do not belong to me, but belong to another similar soul?

Yan Lang froze and couldn't speak, Lu Yuan pushed him away, and the Fallen Leaf Sword appeared in his hand.Yan Lang hurriedly grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing?"

Lu Yuan smiled, and quickly covered the sword with his left hand, blood was seen on the palm of his hand.Yan Lang snatched the sword and threw it aside, fearing that the blood would drive the ghost crazy, he hurriedly set up a barrier with one hand, and grabbed Lu Yuan's bleeding hand with the other, gasping for air, and said, "Are you crazy? you?"

"Just let me try."

As soon as Lu Yuan stretched out his hand, the Fallen Leaf Sword flew into his hand steadily, and his injured hand struggled in Yan Lang's hand.Lu Yuan exerted all his strength, Yan Lang was afraid of hurting him, but he easily let him break free.With quick eyes and hands, he wiped the blood on the fallen leaves near the hilt of the sword, and saw that two small seal characters slowly appeared there.

fallen leaves.

Sure enough, it was the same as what Mo Niannian said.Mo Niannian is also surnamed Mo, there are always too many coincidences in the world.

He smiled, took a closer look, stroked the cloud pattern for a while, then turned out of the scabbard, closed the sword flatly, and handed it to Yan Lang: "This sword belongs to Mo Yu, I'll give it back to you. "

Yan Lang didn't move, stared straight at him, and slowly shook his head: "I am the one who is afraid of losing you."

Lu Yuan didn't answer, but just laughed mockingly, not sure if he was laughing at his words, or at himself being stupid.Yan Lang's eyes were a little red, and Lu Yuan couldn't tell whether it was sadness or anger.Yan Lang's breathing became heavier and heavier, and before he could speak, a familiar voice suddenly came from somewhere above his head: "This sword belongs to you in the first place."

How could he appear here? !Anyone can break into this hell now?

Yan Lang stood up abruptly. In addition to being shocked, he suddenly felt a bit of anger towards the king of Hades, and for a moment he forgot that he was also one of the intruders.

Lu Yuan's mind was completely disturbed by the content of that sentence: What do you mean?The sword is mine?Isn't the sword Mo Yu's?This is obviously the first life I met Yan Lang, right?

Yan Lang turned his head to look at Lu Yuan. Although the same sentence as Fang Yiyue was about to blurt out at that moment just now, but now Fang Yiyue said it with a different meaning, which ignited him almost instantly. killing intent.

The Demon Slayer Saber appeared, and Yan Lang straightened up and stood in front of Lu Yuan, as if providing an indestructible barrier for him who was in a trance.Lu Yuan looked up at his back, thinking that his tall and straight figure should be accompanied by a fluttering robe.

Fang Yiyue was still hidden, but the voice was not too far or too close to reach the ears of the two people: "Master Si Jing looks down on people too much."

Yan Lang couldn't judge Fang Yiyue's position, he looked around for a week, and said in a very harsh tone, "What exactly do you want?"

Lu Yuan's heart sank, Yan Lang did not refute the man's words.

Fang Yiyue's chuckle sounded gentle but harsh: "I'm here to help deliver the news."

"Fuck away!"

"Tsk tsk." Fang Yiyue sighed softly, "When did I become so vulgar with you?"

Yan Lang didn't speak, and waited for his next words, but Fang Yiyue's voice didn't sound out for a long time, as if the question just now was extremely serious, and he was waiting for an answer.Yan Lang guessed his thoughts easily, finally gritted his teeth and said, "After you show up."

Fang Yiyue seemed to have got the answer he wanted, and smiled contentedly: "I said that Master Si Jing underestimated the people around you. It was not wrong at all. Not only did he always protect his son, but he even pushed someone to take his place. Suffering from the catastrophe, you..."

"What did you say?!"

Lu Yuan's and Yan Lang's voices sounded together, and they looked at each other in shock, but the content was different.Fang Yiyue waited for their voices to subside before slowly finishing the sentence just now: "Have you fed all your righteousness to the dogs?"

catastrophe?

Yan Lang felt his mind explode suddenly, it turned out that the catastrophe that Lin Nuanfeng calculated was actually a catastrophe!What was her and Ye Chennan's plan? He figured it out in an instant. Even the best puppet carved with ten times the spiritual power would not be able to withstand the disaster. The people who robbed came to bear.

Ye Chennan really wanted to repay him with his life.

"Come up again in an hour!" Yan Lang hurriedly instructed Lu Yuan, turned around and left.Lu Yuan hurriedly followed, grabbed his sleeve, and before he had time to ask, Yan Lang had already made a formula, and lightly poked his forehead with two fingers of his right hand, "I'm sorry."

It was exactly eleven o'clock, and he quickly drew the yin-yang formation. They were not far from the Naihe Bridge at this time. While drawing the formation, he sent a voice message to Po Meng: "I have a merciless request."

Granny Meng replied bluntly: "The old man has always ignored the affairs of the world, but seeing this little brother is kind, let him chat with me for a while."

Yan Lang felt relieved, drew up the formation, picked up Lu Yuan horizontally, and sent him to Po Meng's side.He deliberately didn't look into Lu Yuan's angry and puzzled eyes, he just thanked Po Meng in a low voice, then flew over and disappeared into the yin and yang formation.

In fact, Fang Yiyue didn't really go to hell, he just borrowed his powerful spiritual power that had already broken through the suppression, forcefully communicated with the yin and yang realms, and came here through sound transmission from the ground.

At this time, he saw Yan Lang's actions through the formation, sneered, reached out to wipe the formation, and disappeared on the boulder next to Yanshui.

If the Fallen Leaf Sword is mine, then who am I?If I have a previous life, why can't the stone mirror reflect it?In these 20 years of mediocrity, Yan Lang was the only accident. Why did the catastrophe fall on me?What does Yan Lang push people to suffer disasters for me?Is someone going to die for me?Why do you have to trap me here, is it true?Are you really waiting for the time of the catastrophe to pass?

Lu Yuan was left on the seat that suddenly appeared next to Granny Meng, unable to move.At this moment, his heart seemed to have gathered the bitterest and hottest wine in the world, and all kinds of emotions were surging, which even made him feel a little nauseous.

He has never hated Yan Lang as much as at this moment, hated him making decisions for himself, hated him knowing that he would not accept it but did it without telling himself, hated him for protecting himself behind him and making him look like a stupid and incompetent little fart child.I hate him for not trusting me, hating his deceit, hating all his insincere words...I hate him so much that I can't wait to eat him, so that he can be at ease and become one with myself, so that he can no longer make me angry, no longer can Have the opportunity to make yourself a person who is not needed or relied on.

He gritted his teeth and thought, if someone really dies for me, no matter who it is, I will never live.

The things in front of him seemed to be wobbly, which made Lu Yuan dizzy for a while.His face turned blue and white, and Po Meng looked at him coldly for a while, then suddenly stretched out her hand to pat him on the back, and a cold spiritual power slowly penetrated into his internal organs.

Lu Yuan gradually calmed down, the violent spiritual power in his blood was lurking, all the stirring emotions and hatred disappeared, and finally turned into deep sorrow.

A low voice sounded from the side, unable to tell the difference between sorrow and joy: "You have your own destiny."

Meng Po's words are not only for Lu Yuan, but also for herself.She buried her head and continued to do her own thing, but her heart felt hairy.

I don't know where this young man came from. If the power hidden in his body really erupts one day, I'm afraid it will either destroy the world or himself.

The author has something to say:

I suddenly realized that it was nearly 20 words. Haha, even if it was a gift for myself, I still feel pretty good~ How should I put it, I feel that I am getting more and more free as I write. At the beginning, I still want to be close to reality. The idea, now it is completely according to what I think, it feels quite cool 2333

No matter how busy you are, you have to write, of course you have to write until the end!