How can quick travel be full of scumbags?

"You go, don't die here and stain your eyes."

There is no emotion in the gray pupils, he is still that person who does not touch the world.

He had taken in two disciples in his life, but this little disciple who was just taken in casually disturbed the peace on Yuxing Peak and killed his favorite disciple.

One wrong step, every step is wrong, no one can be alone.

Using force on his wrist, the blade of the sword was pulled out inch by inch from Wan Chenghou's chest cavity, causing him to convulse uncontrollably. The blade exuded scalding heat, burning his internal organs. After it was pulled out completely, only one A blood hole pierced through.

His throat seemed to have been cut by the sword, and Wan Chenghou's voice was extremely hoarse: "I will go, let my son go." After he was gone, he could no longer protect him.

"I have never been interested in your son's life, but you played Tai Ming Dian so much back then, do you think they would let that child go?"

Of course not, Tai Ming Dian even accused Wan Qijue of being a "Son of Heaven's Punishment".

"Five years... plus my life, if you haven't killed him after five years, just leave him alone."

The man disappeared in front of him without leaving any response, but Wan Chenghou breathed a sigh of relief.

When the night came and the wind blew up, Jian Shou sat up from the bed and asked sharply, "Who?"

He felt something staring at him, hot and dead.

Someone's figure emerged from the darkness, tall and slow, with a faint moonlight behind him, Jian Shou could smell the smell of blood.

"Wan Qihou?"

The man gave a "hmm" and walked in front of Jian Shou.

People who practice Taoism always have much better eyesight than ordinary people, with dilated pupils, Jian Shou can see very clearly at this moment.

There was a bloody hole in Wan Chenghou's chest, the edge was even scorched black, his face was gray, and the eyes locked on Jian Shou were also empty.

Jian Shou's voice was alienated from the beginning to the end: "Wan Chenghou, how could you..." Become like this?

The person who was standing suddenly fell, and all his strength was sucked out, like a broken rag lying on the ground.

Startled, Jian Shou hurriedly climbed out of bed, lifted his head and put it on his lap: "Wan Chenghou, can I call someone?"

Wan Chenghou said: "Not good." Then he started coughing up blood continuously, the blood foam mixed with minced meat, sprayed on his own face, and Jian Shou wiped it for him with his hands.

But instead, he wiped more and more, his plain face could no longer see the original features clearly, finally Jian Shou's fingertips stopped trembling, and landed on the side of Wan Chenghou's ear.

Jian Shou knew that he would die, so he was caught off guard so suddenly.

Wan Chenghou raised his arm with difficulty and held Jian Shou's hand. The difference is that this time Wan Chenghou's palm is no longer warm, but extremely cold.

"After I die, lock Wan Tujue in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain... for five years."

Don't ask why, Jian Shou has stayed in this Wusi Pavilion for two years, and he knows everything he should know, and he knows what he shouldn't know.

Wan Chenghou seems to have known that he would have such a day, and Jian Shou is one of the more important pawns, he keeps secrets for him, and he helps him improve his cultivation...

He let him live, but only because he could use him.

In the past two years, he was tortured and changed by the Red Luan Blood Gu, and his mind is no longer as pure and simple as before. He is used to hiding his negativity with indifference, his fragility with ruthlessness, and his desire with rage.

But he is actually a licentious person who likes to escape, is cowardly and world-weary, and longs for a woman to lie under a man and be raped to death.

If it became like this, he didn't know if he should hate Wan Chenghou?

But now that person is about to die, there is no point in hating or not hating, he held his hand back and said: "Okay."

He will help him keep Wusi Pavilion, and he will help him keep Wan Tujue.

In the days to come, Jian Shou may be even more lonely and miserable, because no one will know his secret anymore, and no one will use his inner strength to help him through every painful and desperate night.

In fact, Wan Chenghou can't hear the sound of the outside world anymore, and returning here after being fatally injured is already the limit.

His eye sockets were dry and blood flowed out, Wan Chenghou finally called out: "A Shou..." He lost strength in holding Jian Shou's hand.

Jian Shou held his hand to prevent it from falling, but his shoulders drooped heavily, as if something was firmly on his body, and something was pulled away from his spirit forever.

He seems to have heard of Chonghua, which means "Shou".

Jian Shou and Chong Hua, he is so similar to him, but their fates are not the same.

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How does it feel to split the magic baby in half?I'm afraid that only Jian Shou himself knows. At this time, he has already burst into tears from the pain, and before the tears can drip, they are evaporated by the high body temperature.

Heart gouging, deboning, skinning, that's all.

His devil baby just took shape, but now he was brutally split in half by himself, as if his body had been split in half alive, and he had to chop a few more knives at the place where the bones and muscles were connected. , forcing them to separate.

The pain wasn't enough to kill him or even make him faint, so he felt it all.

He forced half of the magic baby out of his body, and a small dark purple ball stayed in the palm of his hand, glowing and dancing, as if begging him not to abandon it.

The secret technique was against the sky, and Jian Shou paid a heavy price for it. The remaining half of the magic baby will not heal again and will be permanently crippled.

But Jian Shou promised Wan Qihou to keep Wan Qijue, so he would never break his promise.

If the child was just thrown into the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain like this, he might not live for two years, and he couldn't give him any magic weapon for protection. If he used it, he would be noticed by those who searched for him.

So he wanted to create a secret weapon, plant his magic baby into the secret amber, and transfer all the internal injuries suffered by Wan Tujue to himself to keep him alive.

This method is the most secure and will not be noticed by anyone.

The long dark red rope passes through the holes in the amber, and the firefly-like shell has a bright brilliance, shining brightly.

The innermost one is the curled up magic baby, which is so purple and red, so beautiful and strange, that Jian Shou can almost hear its crying.

He stretched out his hand lovingly, gently stroked the smooth amber surface, and said softly, "It's not that I don't want you anymore, I just hope that you can protect someone for me."

The magic baby inside lit up obediently, no longer choked up, it could feel Jian Shou's most sincere emotion.

After Jian Shou stepped into the Yong Palace, he set up a formation for this place, and all the living things in the palace would fall into a deep sleep instantly, and the children on the bed also fell into a deep sleep.

With a quiet and old-fashioned appearance, Jian Shou gently put on the amber pendant for him.

The pendant just lay on the neck of Wan Tujue, slowly emitting a warm temperature.

Jian Shou lowered his eyes and looked at him silently for a while, and then his fingertips rested on the peaks of his eyebrows. The rough touch, they were as thick and sharp as Wan Chenghou's.

The next day, Wan Tujue overslept for the first time, and when he reached out to grab the light burden on his neck and slipped it to his eyes, his eyes narrowed.

It was an amber pendant with a purple stuff planted in it.

The color is colorful and radiant, very beautiful, but Wan Tengjue never keeps things with unknown history by his side, and instinctively wants to tear them off, but his neck is red and he doesn't tear it off. Is this amber still a treasure? What spirit weapon?

After trying all kinds of methods and failing, Wan Tujue could only wear it on his body naturally.

Later, during the long years in the forbidden area, Wan Tujue gradually realized that this pendant seemed to be a spiritual weapon for body protection, which could reduce many fatal injuries for him.

He began to want to know who the owner of this pendant was, and who put it on for him?

Until a long time later when the pendant suddenly shattered inch by inch in front of him, turned into flying smoke and returned to nothingness...

He suddenly understood what he had gained and what he had lost.

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Maybe it was because he was seduced by him during the medicinal bath with that cauldron today, and Wan Tujue lay on the bed in the middle of the night tossing and turning unable to fall asleep.

Now his mind is full of that person's indifferent expression, peerless appearance, and that bare, smooth back, and that gorgeous blood red, how beautiful and alluring they are intertwined.

The body began to heat up, as if lying on a kang, getting hotter and hotter, as if a flame was burning from the inside out, Wan Tengjue lifted the quilt annoyedly and tore off his underwear.

The originally quiet and soft thing between his legs was hot and hard like never before, which made him hold it uncontrollably.

When he was moving up and down, Wan Tujue just frowned tightly, his face was solemn, as if he was doing something impatient, but his swollen lower body and slightly trembling thigh muscles betrayed his strength pleasure.

His eyes were actually blurred, he seemed to see a naked man standing in front of him, bowing his head and making gestures towards him, provoking and teasing him.

The eye feathers blinked up and down quickly, and Wan Tujue's throat finally let out a long and refreshing growl, and desire spurted out from his hands.

Drowsiness hit suddenly, Wan Tujue's eyelids seemed to be hung with heavy stones, and he couldn't even feel the aftertaste of happiness, so he fell into a deep sleep, but at the last moment, the hand that was still stained with liquid held the neck Same hot pendant.

The turbid liquid was absorbed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and seemed to be still swimming in it. The amber pendant suddenly emitted a strong purple light, pulling Wan Tujue into a dream!

The spiritual creature of the cauldron is obscene, and it was he who awakened it.