Master Xiao thinks about those years

"Master..."

Fu Nian couldn't help murmuring, this pleading murmur made Yan Chen's anger stagnate, and for a moment, he seemed to have returned to six years ago and saw that Fu Nian kneeling at his feet.

Yan Chen was in a daze, when Fu Nian suddenly approached, and then a firm and powerful hand passed through his waist.

Yan Chen was horrified, but within a few seconds of astonishment, his figure was suddenly pulled by that hand.

The wind speed in the ears accelerated.

When Yan Chen came to his senses, he found himself being pulled by Fu Nian to the side of the bed.

The strength in his waist was removed, he leaned his back against a wall, his hands were tightly held by the talisman, and clasped above his head.

Fu Nian's sullen face was suddenly very close to him, so close that he could feel his heavy breath.

It's frightening.

"Fu Nian, you are presumptuous!"

Yan Chen's face turned red with anger, how could he accept that the former professor's apprentice got up regardless of the teacher.Yan Chen's wrists twitched, trying to free his hands, but his current body was so unbearable, even if he struggled for a long time to no avail.

"Master..."

Fu Nian looked at Yan Chen obsessively, clasping his hands tightly, letting Yan Chen struggle hard.

Yan Chen was extremely angry: "Fu Nian, you—"

"Call me Ling Chen..."

A voice that seemed to be pleading came out, like weeping and complaining.Yan Chen's heart suddenly twitched, his hands forgot to struggle.

Fu Nian still stared at Yan Chen obsessively: "Call me, Ling Chen."

"Call me, Ling Chen."

Repeatedly, as if cajoling.

Coaxing Yan Chen to give him an answer he wanted, an answer he dreamed of, an answer he had been thinking about day and night.

Yan Chenzheng stared blankly at the talisman in front of him, suddenly unable to distinguish the past from the present.

"Master...you can't even call me?"

Fu Nian looked melancholy, his brows and eyes lost, as if he had been greatly wronged.

The words of prayer seemed to go back to the scene where Fu Nian knelt at his feet six years ago

"Fu Nian..." Yan Chen sighed, this scene is so familiar.

"No, it's not Fu Nian, it's Ling Chen." Fu Nian moved his head closer, his eyes were burning with eagerness.

Yan Chen looked at these extremely eager eyes, moved his thin lips, and finally said: "Ling Chen..."

In an instant, Fu Nian's eyes became extremely bright, as if he had fallen into the stars, and the corners of his mouth were raised, revealing a pure smile, just like six years ago.

"Lingchen..."

Yan Chen sighed again, this time he finally felt that the talisman in front of him was a little more familiar.

However, before he could deepen this familiar feeling, the talisman in front of him suddenly approached and pressed against his lips.

Yan Chen was horrified, suddenly he didn't know where the power came from, he twitched suddenly, escaped from the arms encircled by Fu Nian, and fell to the side of the bed.

"Bastard!"

Yan Chen opened his eyes angrily, and his face was flushed. After realizing what happened just now, his face was full of disbelief.

Fu Nian was in vain, turned his head to look at Yan Chen and cursed again, in this way, his obsessed eyes finally came to light, and after the clear light, he returned to that sinister rune.

"What are you hiding from? Don't you feel honored to be able to serve me?" Fu Nian looked down at Yan Chen who was sitting on the side of the couch with a mocking smile.

Yan Chen's slender fingers clenched the edge of the couch, his thin lips were tightly pursed, the anger was rising and falling in his chest, and the disbelief in his eyes had obviously not calmed down.

"You...why... are you so shameless!"

Yan Chen glared at Fu Nian, every word clanging.

"Shameless?" Fu Nian chuckled, and then approached suddenly, holding Yan Chen's long neck with his hands: "I, Fu Nian, am the master of this Ye Xingyuan, the king of the blood clan. What about me, it's your turn Is it judgemental?"

Fu Nian's fingers became more and more forceful: "It's just that you look somewhat similar to my master. After all, aren't you still a lowly prostitute?"

A sinister breath gushed into his ears, Yan Chen's face flushed red, his throat was constricted, and he couldn't breathe.

He couldn't break free from Fu Nian's hand, looking at Fu Nian's distorted face, and listening to Fu Nian's threatening words, his heart felt sad one after another.

Ling Chen, how did you become what you are now...

Holding his neck for a long time, Yan Chen couldn't take it anymore, suddenly his eyes darkened, and he didn't know whether he was dead or fainted.

"Moqing!"

At the same time, the exclamation of Fu Nian came from the ear.

Drowsy, Yan Chen fell into darkness.

Yan Chen got lost in this darkness, and went back to six years ago in a vague trance...

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Scarlet sky, drizzle.

Lin Ji, the lord of the curse, led the corpses into Shangyu.

Thousands of corpses roared, and drums beat for ten miles.The dead wave their sharp claws to embrace the world of the living, and open their bloody mouths to tirelessly gnaw at the hearts of the people.

The remaining three thousand disciples exhausted their cultivation and resisted desperately, but few of them were strangled.

Fresh life fell, and the gurgling blood created a sea of ​​blood.The white jade stone pillars were stained and dirty, and all the stone lions on the school grounds were destroyed.

He knelt on the altar of the Nine Cold Hall, kneeling on the bloody wind and rain, with corpses strewn all over the field, and decided to use the spirit-locking spell to save the tragic image in front of him with his own power.

Spirit spells and jinxes are inherently incompatible.

He is the most powerful spirit spell master, who sacrifices his own flesh and blood to counteract the curse, and burns everything.

Yan Chen's white clothes were spotless, driven by his fingers, and turned into a spell.Once the spirit-locking spell is cast, thirteen ice swords will come from all directions and penetrate into his body one by one.

He did not regret dedicating himself to Shangyu.

But after all, one loses sight of the other.

Yan Chen stood up, driving with a well-articulated hand, and just interlocked his left and right ring fingers, and before he could transform into a spell, he heard clear and trembling voices: "Master..."

Master...

The words are clear and heart-shattering.

Yan Chen's heart was suffocated, he held back and didn't look back.Such a voice is unmistakable.

He can't turn back.

"Master..."

"Master..."

"Master..."

Repeatedly, like begging, like earnest.

Yan Chen raised his eyebrows, and pursed his thin lips lightly, increasing the spiritual power in his hands.

"Master, don't leave me..."

Suddenly, the clothes at his feet fell down, Yan Chen lowered his head, Fu Nian knelt under him, pulling his clothes corners with his stubborn hands, he raised his head, his usually resolute eyes were filled with tears.

"Lingchen..."

Yan Chen's brows were tightly frowned, and he recited the words of Fu Nian with a little sigh, as gentle as before.

At the same time, the talisman in his hand had already transformed, and the white talisman paper had just been formed.

"Master, there are still ways, there are many ways, don't die, don't leave me, okay?"

Fu Nian knelt, his words were jumbled, his whole person was almost humbled into the dust, he knew that once the spell in Yan Chen's hand turned into flames, the spirit-locking spell would be irreversible.

"That's too late……"

Yan Chen smiled, his cheeks were pale due to the loss of too much cultivation.He looked at Fu Nian, looked at this apprentice who had been with him for six years, and smiled more and more gently: "I'm sorry, Fu Nian."

He chanted his name, and the spell in his palm turned into a cluster of white flames, burning up in the air.

Blazing white flames, the spell of locking the spirit is completed.

The force of the pull at the feet vanished in vain, and pleas and entreaties vanished in an instant.

Fu Nianzai slumped down at Yan Chen's feet, looking like a dead wood, his heart as dead as ashes.

Yan Chen finally freed his hands. He squatted down in front of the young Fu Nian, stroking his head with his gentle palm: "Ling Chen, I'm sorry, I agreed to stay with you and Meng Huan forever..."

"It's all said and done, how can you not count?"

Fu Nian murmured, then suddenly, as if remembering something, he raised his head in vain and said: "... Meng Huan... the little apprentice you always favor, are you willing to leave him?"

Yan Chen smiled weakly: "Silly boy... you and Meng Huan are the same..."

As soon as the words were finished, a sharp sword made of cold ice flew in the air, passing through Yan Chen's back steadily through his shoulders.

"hiss--"

The sound of blood and flesh blurred from the blade of the sword, gouging out bones and eroding hearts.

"Master!"

With Fu Nian's exclamation, Yan Chen's body trembled, and his knees almost fell to the ground.

"How many swords are there, come to me! Master, I will take it for you, and I will sacrifice for you!" The young Fu Nian opened his hands, and stubbornly hugged the master who was taller than himself.

The childish stubbornness drew a pale smile from the corner of Yan Chen's mouth.

"Fu Nian..."

With a sigh, the second ice sword flew up into the air, passed the rune, and stably inserted into his chest.

"hiss--"

A familiar voice rang in my ears, Fu Nian let go of her hand in disbelief, and looked up at Yan Chen with a handsome face: "How... how..."

Yan Chen shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "It's useless... the whole world, only I can offer sacrifices..."

"No, it's impossible..."

"impossible……"

A dejected voice rang in his ears.

But suddenly, everything in front of him was torn apart, Yan Chen watched the sky peel off and the ground collapsed.Dead bodies, talismans, Shang Yu, everything disappeared.

He came to a blood-red palace.

A sullen face suddenly appeared in front of him, his lips parted, and his words were mocking.

"Mo Qing, are you still running?"

When the nightmare came here, Yan Chen felt that he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.