How can quick travel be full of scumbags?

Jian Shou's drowsy time became longer and longer, and the time of pain also became longer and longer. The magic baby was tearing desperately, as if it was completely ready to abandon its master. <し

He seemed to be in the clouds sometimes, with nothing but silence and vastness around him; sometimes he fell into hell, and there was always someone whispering in his ears.

It was a voice he hated so much, but it was entangled like a nightmare, unable to break free.

Wan Tengjue sat down by the bed and just watched him quietly for a long time. His long black hair was untied, and he was wearing a plain tulle Tsing Yi. His originally stunning face was now infected with a dying state .

He stretched out his hand to hold Jian Shou's skinny left hand. The broken bone at the wrist had been connected, leaving a faint red circle, and the phalanges protruded badly, and the fingertips were dim.

Wan Tengjue put it on his lips and kissed it lightly, his voice was hoarse and low: "Ah Jian, I won't let you die."

There is a frightening light in your eyes, no matter whether you say I am selfish or vicious, I will not allow you to leave me.

The broken body can no longer bear such a load, and one more day of living is another day of torture for Jian Shou, and the price of going against the sky is all borne by himself.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, no one saw the fleeting tear in the corner of Jian Shou's eye, so how could he not hate it?

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The mountains are soaring into the clouds, white cranes roam among them, and the buildings and pavilions seated in all directions are surrounded by majestic and mighty fairy spirit. This is the holy place for cultivating immortals - Taiming Peak.

The sun and the moon, the wind and the cloud, and the precariousness, Wan Qijue has been guarding outside the barrier of Yuxing Peak for almost half a month.

He didn't dare to break in, he was afraid of getting hurt, because all internal injuries would be imposed on Jian Shou, which was a hundred times more painful than his own injury.

The breeze was turbulent, and the clouds in the sky piled up with it. He couldn't wait for his Ah Jian couldn't wait.

Wan Tengjue lifted his front swing and knelt on the ground. He put his palms on the ground, thousands of fine stones began to vibrate and jump, and the misty dust rose from the dirt, and soon spread over his forearms. Chest...

The real essence is like a mountain pressing down on the top, and the coercion makes the ground shake, and he is forcing Qingwu to come out by himself.

The man lying quietly on the cold jade bed suddenly opened his eyes. In the vast white mist, a pair of gray eyes were indifferent to all emotions.

A barrier suddenly appeared in the vast sky, like a huge transparent cover with white lines shining on it.

Then a hand pierced through the barrier, with distinct, clean and slender fingers, like pear blossoms on a branch.

The light lines dissipate from the middle point to the surroundings, and the palms, wrist bones, and cuffs are lightly stepped out.

The wooden hairpin crown, the light gray Taoist robe, the face that does not touch the worldly dust and the mellow aura around him, just like an exiled fairy walking out of a painting.

Qingwu's eyes lightly fell on Wan Tengjue, who was still a young child, very much like Wan Tenghou who died in his hands, making him return to the scene when he was accepting apprentices hundreds of years ago in a trance.

Therefore, people and immortals can't escape the vicissitudes of the world and unpredictable people...

"Are you here to avenge Wan Qihou?"

His voice was calm and ethereal, echoing around Wan Tujue's ears, interrupting his full draft and the request he was about to make.

Wan Tengjue stood up from the ground quickly, the cold wind blew the corners of his clothes, and his voice was so hoarse: "You killed my father!"

There is a turbulent storm in his eyes, and he can also find deep guilt and remorse in it. What is the so-called revenge of killing his father for so many years? From the beginning to the end, he hated the wrong person and harmed the wrong person.

Soul pulling and suffering, Wan Tujue's life is a joke, but Jian Shou has also become a joke.

His pupils were bleeding, and the devilish energy around him was bursting out. He asked word by word, "Why did you kill him?"

"He came to die by himself, repaying the cause and effect he planted." Qingwu purified the devilish energy around Wan Tujue the moment the voice fell, and forced him to take two steps back.

Wan Tujue never believed in cause and effect. He once thought that being able to kill what he hated and seize what he wanted was the meaning of his life.

But now?Some irreparable sin was teaching him how to change from a brute to a man.

"Don't bother me again, or you will bear the consequences."

Qing Wu didn't want to waste time on him, even though he had been doing nothing for hundreds of years, he turned around calmly and was about to leave.

Wan Tengjue wanted to chase forward but found that his feet seemed to be firmly nailed to the ground, unable to move at all. This was the coercion from the superior, which made him powerless.

So he yelled, the veins on his neck popped: "Give me back the spirit grass, I want to save my lover!"

Qingwu never asked about the origin of the spirit grass, but now that she has used it, she can't pay it back: "It's useless, don't try it."

Because of personal experience, I feel pity in my heart. When hope is broken in the face of despair, it will be even more unacceptable. Qing Wu just kindly reminded.

But you have to try it out to see if it works, right? This is also his last chance.

Wan Tujue was on the verge of collapse, hating his back: "Have you ever loved someone!" If you have loved someone, how could you not know how to seize every opportunity for your lover.

Qingwu raised his eyelids and looked forward, full of desolation and scars, long sleeves flicked, mottled lines, the enchantment was formed again from behind: he, loved...

The last chance was lost, and the coercion disappeared with Qing Wu's departure. Wan Tujue's legs softened and he knelt down again in a daze.

His head was drooping, his long ink-like hair blocked his expression, but his trembling shoulders completely betrayed him.

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But what neither of them noticed was that at the last moment when the enchantment was formed, something jumped out, lingered on Wan Tujue's neck for a while, and then slipped away.

From now on, something is destined to change, the fate of Chonghua and Jianshou is different after all.

The cloud Buddha Chihiro is straight, and the flowers urge a hundred songs to be strange.Birds chirping came from outside the house, the sound was light and pleasant, Jian Shou had always thought it was a good song.

The thin light came into view, and Jian Shou woke up again in a daze. With difficulty, he stood up and walked out step by step, his vision widened as the door opened.

In late spring and warm spring, when all things are reborn, the sycamore tree he was thinking about was blooming in full bloom, turning half of the sky pink.

The footsteps are light, the plain clothes are lightly fluttering, Jian Shou is so thin that only a handful of bones are left, the blood vessels under the skin are clearly visible, as if a gust of wind can blow him away.

The soles of his feet seemed to be on the edge of a knife, and every inch he moved was slowed down for three moments, his whole body was in pain, and he was yelling at him to stop.

Jian Shou didn't want to stop here, there were already petals falling in front of his eyes, not far away...

Someone hid not far away and looked at this "miserable green boy", saw him approaching the parasol tree step by step, watched him sit down while leaning on the tree trunk, the mist in his eyes blurred his vision, and was quickly wiped away.

Jian Shou leaned back against the tree trunk and sighed, twirling a petal on the ground with his fingers, his time limit was approaching, but Wan Tujue hung on for a long time and couldn't let it go.

He felt that these miraculous medicines were wasted, and he also felt that he was suffering a little bit like this, and he really had no choice but to die.

A gust of wind blew across his face, Jian Shou lightly raised his head, his long hair was messily hanging on the ground, his face was pale and frightening, but his eyes became bright again, as if there was light.

No one can see him, but Jian Shou can feel him, this is Chonghua.

"The refreshment of the heart is the soul; if the soul is gone, how long can it last?"

People have three souls and seven souls, and Jian Shou is the last soul and one soul of Chonghua: the soul is called refreshing spirit, and the soul is called Fushi.

Chonghua looked at him as if he had seen through his whole life, sighing and pitying him: "Do you want to be free?"

The voice seemed to come from the bottom of his heart, causing a long-lost smile to appear on the corner of Jian Shou's mouth, of course he wanted to, every moment, every minute and every second.

So the thin lips parted slightly: "Please..."

Why is he laughing, and who is he saying please?The agitation and panic in his heart made Wan Tujue feel strongly uneasy, and he ran towards him.

When Jian Shou saw him, his smile was too sweet to be bitter before he could put it down.

They were so close that they could be touched as soon as they reached out.

But after all, it didn't touch it, the rope around the neck was disconnected, the amber pendant fell to the ground, and it shattered completely with a "click".

Jian Shou was like that beautiful object, which suddenly became torn apart in front of Wan Tengjue, and disappeared in ashes.

The flowers on the sycamore tree began to fall one after another, hundreds of thousands of flowers dazzled Wan Qijue's eyes, and the hand was still in the void, not knowing where to go.

Something has left, only the fallen leaves full of trees and the man screaming and whimpering in pain are left. On the way home, Huangquan is gone.

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The phoenix tree speaks of flowers, love is just beginning, and love is lonely.

In Baishui City, on the bank of the river, under the green sycamore tree, a man wrapped in a cloak and sunken in a black overcoat could not see his face clearly. He sat with his back against the tree trunk, with one leg bent and the other open.

There were many empty jugs lying sideways, the ground was wet, and even the air was filled with the intoxicating smell of wine.

After finally drinking enough, the man staggered up from the ground, took two staggered steps, and held a scroll of paintings tightly in his arms.

Walking into the crowd, breaking into the street, his weird clothes, bad smell and messy steps made him look like a demon from hell. He was incompatible with them, and people avoided them in fear and disgust.

The horseshoes sounded from far to near, and the people on horseback shouted loudly, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!", and the pedestrians quickly retreated to both sides of the street.

Except for Wan Tengjue, he still walked in the center unhurriedly, and the bay red horse charged straight at him.

"Bang!" Amidst the horrified shouts of the crowd, Wan Tujue was knocked away by a horse like a cheap object, thrown in the air, then fell heavily on the ground, trampled by the horse's hooves.

The picture scroll in his arms fell to the ground and then unfolded, revealing the wonderful night scene and the two outstanding protagonists. Under the moonlight, they stood side by side like Bi people.

A corner of the cloak was lifted, revealing the man's chin full of stubble, and his dark, wolf-like eyes tightly locked on the portrait, messy and full of pain.

The crowd was noisy, which made Wan Tanjue feel bored, so he sat up under everyone's astonished eyes, straightened his broken calf bone, and wiped away the blood from his mouth and nose indiscriminately.

He reached out to pick up the scroll, carefully carried it into his arms again, and continued to walk forward, but left a string of winding bloodstains on the ground.

Away from the crowd, from the mortal world, only him.

In the splendid mountains and plains, under the bright sky, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly rolled over, and the shadows quickly darkened the entire land, and the constantly clamoring lightning interspersed and entangled in the clouds.

The sky thunder that crossed the catastrophe arrived as scheduled, but Wan Tujue was fearless, and even felt a sense of liberation. He has lived so far for this moment, and the sky thunder is like a scourge, and he deserves to die on it.

The ferocious twisting lightning gathered together from all directions, forming a silver sky thunder with the thickness of a bowl, and "boomed" and landed on the man's body with precision.

"Hmm!" The clothes were instantly scorched, the back became bloody and smoked, and the internal organs were about to shatter.

The nine thunders were getting bigger and more ruthless each time, and Wan Tu never made any defense or resistance, he wanted to bear them all,

The tattered clothes on his body were stuck to the dilapidated body, and the man was limp in a big hole that was struck by the sky thunder, bleeding from all seven orifices.

Redemption, redemption, unforgivable sin.

The last thunder was purple-red, and even half of the sky turned into a terrifying purple-red. The moment it hit his body, it seemed that it really cut off the past. Wan Tujue's soul was torn apart instantly, and he died. up.

The rag-like body was shrouded in this strange blood mist, its limbs stretched out strangely, and it was brought high into the sky.

In the blood mist, the skin turned into terrifying red fish scale patterns, and then peeled off inch by inch.

The eyes that opened suddenly changed completely, the pupils were red, the whites of the eyes were completely black, and the blood inside was like a vortex that could eat people.

A cruel and painful smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, his voice seemed to come from ancient times and penetrated time and space:

"finally found you……"

The muscles and bones of the body finally collapsed and shattered, and finally turned into nothingness in the blood mist.

Life is like a huge round chessboard, where the game is here, the reincarnation is also here.

The author has something to say:

This article is over, and what I need to thank most is everyone's company for so long!bow~

The stupid author of the second "Quick Transmigration and Slag Gong Sadomasochism Love" will work hard to save the manuscript so as to ensure daily updates.

Seeing here must be true love, we are destined to see you in the rivers and lakes!