Master Xiao thinks about those years

"I don't like this flower at all!"

Yan Chen became angry from embarrassment, and almost yelled out this sentence while staring at the flower.Fu Nian was taken aback by his unreasonable anger, he just asked casually, why did he get angry?

But since they were all blown up, he didn't mind letting Mo Qing blow them up a little harder.The master has passed away for many years, and Fu Nian has been the lord of the blood clan for a long time. He has long since lost his imprisonment, and he has learned to be unrestrained and unrestrained.

So he slowly waved the flower in front of Mo Qing: "Oh, so you don't like it, Mo Jiao Hua?"

"Mojiaohua?" Yan Chen's eyes were confused, and he hadn't remembered what Mojiaohua was.

Seeing that he was not annoyed, Fu Nian felt bored.So he lowered his dignity and reminded: "Mojiaohua... Isn't that the name that stupid big hair gave you?"

Yan Chen blinked his eyes, and suddenly realized that when he remembered, it was the name Da Mao gave him.

But the anger that Fu Nian wanted still appeared on his face.

Because... Yan Chen didn't think there was anything to be angry about this name.

He stayed in the Jiuhan Temple all his life in his previous life, and he didn't enter the past. Mojiaohua may be a little weird, but the people in Damao Village are simple and simple, and people like Damao and Gouda can be found everywhere. In comparison, Mojiaohua is not very good Is it?

So he looked down at Fu Nian, and said lightly: "I remember, and, the lord is called Fu Bahu."

"you--!"

The words are not surprising and endless, this time Changing Fu Nian became angry from embarrassment.

"Why don't you remember what you should remember, but remember what you shouldn't!"

"I can't think of anything..."

Yan Chen was confused by Fu Nian's series of words, he frowned and stared at him seriously.

"Idiot! Don't mention the name Fu Bahu again!" Fu Nian looked at Yan Chen bitterly.

"Why... can't you mention it?"

Yan Chen was puzzled, he really didn't know what happened to Fu Nian.Fu Nian looked at Yan Chen's persistent questioning, his face looked like it was covered with roots, and his face became darker and darker.

Where does that come from?Fu Nian divides the most difficult people in the world into two types, children and Mo Qing.

"There is no reason, if the deity says you can't mention it, you can't mention it, understand?" Fu Nian was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he sternly reprimanded him.

Yan Chen's slender eyelashes swayed slightly, and he didn't speak, which seemed to acquiesce to Fu Nian's words.

The fragrance of the surrounding flowers is strong, soaking through the clothes.It's a strong floral scent that can be head-spinning when mixed together.

Yan Chen frowned and raised his eyes suddenly, only to realize that someone was staring at him and Fu Nian, it was the villager in blue clothes from before.

He looks normal, always indifferent, but his unhurried and panic-stricken appearance is completely opposite to the other panicked villagers. Just now Yan Chen looked at him for a moment, and he was not panicked, and met Yan Chen steadily eyes, and even smiled faintly.

Yan Chen couldn't figure out the meaning of this, so he glanced away and didn't look at him.

His eyes fell on Fu Nian involuntarily, and he suddenly found a pure white flower entangled in the ink hair on the left side of Fu Nian.

The pure and innocent appearance is gardenia.

Yan Chen thought of the way Fu Nian had just grabbed the evening face that stained him, and then looked at the gardenia that was entangled with him, he twitched his brows, and couldn't help worrying about the future of this gardenia.

Yan Chen thought over and over again, and finally stretched out his hand.

"What are you doing!" Fu Nian was still angry, looking at Yan Chen who had shot in vain, he uttered angrily.

"There is a flower in your hair, I will remove it for you."

Yan Chen was not annoyed, and spoke calmly.

Fu Nian looked sideways, his eyes touched a touch of pure white, he was startled, then slapped Yan Chen's hand away, and carefully separated the flower from his entangled hair.

Yan Chen was stunned: "Don't you...hate flowers?"

"This deity hates flowers, this one is an exception." Fu Nian gently pushed the pure white flowers away, with gentle eyes, as if caring for a child.

"Exception? Why exception?

"Want to know why?" Fu Nian raised his head in due course and looked at Yan Chen contemptuously.

"Why?" Yan Chen asked without hesitation.

"Because the master of this deity likes it, so this deity likes it too. Do you understand? Idiot."

Fu Nian's tone was arrogant, his eyes slanted, like a child showing off and comparing himself, Yan Chen was a little taken aback when he heard this, and then quietly blushed his ears.Never thought that Fu Nian would learn the same hobbies as him.

Yan Chen turned his head and looked at the stretches of flowers and trees in the distance, feeling a little confused in his mind.

"Okay, everyone go back." The waiter in white suddenly said, and withdrew the barrier.

The villagers didn't dare to dawdle, they stood up and walked back according to the words.Everything in Luocha Mountain is a bit different from what they imagined, there is no Shura ghost, and it is not gloomy.The scenery is so beautiful and weird, and everything experienced is not in line with common sense.

But the more you don't meet the darkness, the more fear you feel in your heart, it's like waiting for the oppressive moment when the danger comes, and you are already ready to kill, but the sharp knife is not in a hurry, playing hide-and-seek with others game.

Yan Chen and the others were brought back to the room that could be moved up and down easily. The waiter in white pressed the small square with five characters written on it, the room went up, and after a while, it opened again.

What appeared in front of them was a prison cell, but it wasn't.

The sandalwood cabinets, the pearl curtains, and the rows of rooms are luxuriously and beautifully arranged. If it weren’t for the hard and cold iron bars, if it weren’t for the huge iron locks hanging on the iron bars, it probably wouldn’t be surprising. Think of the word "prison".

The people staying in the cells were all wearing moon-white clothes, well-dressed but all of them were yellow and thin, and weak.Seeing Yan Chen and the others approaching, he slightly lifted his eyelids and glanced at them.

What was revealed in those eyes was a look called compassion.

It is compassion and sympathy.

The white-clothed waiter indifferently led a group of villagers out of the room, into the corridor, and walked through rows of rooms. No one shouted or cried.

At a glance, there are about four or five people living in a room. In the gorgeous and deadly silent cell, apart from the weak puppet-like people, there are also broken limbs and bones.

It was a human limb, torn apart, the blood dried up, and a layer of black scab formed on the vermilion floor.

Someone is holding these shattered limbs and sucking them hungrily. It is an almost crazy biting, as if they want to eat up all the bone marrow in the limbs. Out of greed, no one in the cell cast strange glances, as if it was the norm.

Others, with their backs against the white bones, fell asleep peacefully with their eyes closed.

The villagers among Fu Nian's gang had never seen such a scene, and they all covered their mouths and retched.Yan Chen's brows tightened, and his whole body trembled.Fu Nian stared at everything in front of him sternly, then turned his eyes to Yan Chen: "Are you afraid?"

The tone was contemptuous, with sarcasm.

Yan Chen didn't say a word, how could he be afraid?

The scene he had seen in his previous life was far more tragic than this one. When the evil curse king Lin Ji attacked Shangyu, countless dead people tore apart the genitals of the living. That heart-piercing cry still echoes in the In his mind, it is immortal.

Therefore, Fu Nian did not find fear from Yan Chen's face, which surprised Fu Nian. In this case, he should retch with those villagers.

The white-clothed waiter never stopped, walked over from the cell indifferently, and led Fu Nian and others to a cell at the end.

There was a man in the cell who seemed to have been scared out of his wits shortly after entering.Trembling and shrinking in the corner, eyes dodged.He has not been fully assimilated by the people here, so he knows that he is afraid.

The chains of the iron prison were opened, and Yan Chen and the others were driven in.

The white-clothed waiter stared at them for a long time, then pointed a village name with his index finger, and said softly, "Follow me."

The villager immediately trembled like a sieve, the words of the half-demon leader were still in his ears, one of them will be selected to sacrifice today.

Therefore, this villager is the unlucky ghost right now.

"Big, lord...I..."

The villager suddenly fell to his knees, kowtowing like garlic, fear overflowing through his pupils.

"What are you doing! Stop talking nonsense!"

The cold and stern voice fell, it was useless to talk more, it was obviously a fearless struggle.

However, the villagers who were kneeling on the ground did not dare to stand up, and stood up, as if what awaited him was a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire.

Yan Chen's eyebrows twitched, and he subconsciously stepped forward.Suddenly there was an external force on the shoulder.

"What do you want to do?" Fu Nian's cold voice lingered in his ears, Yan Chen's shoulder was pressed hard by him, and the strong desire to save people in his heart seemed to be caught by the Fu Nian.

"It's up to you, can you save it?"

The voice was contemptuous and full of disdain.Yan Chenzheng froze in place, unable to refute.

He is not an overly impulsive person, and if he thinks about it carefully, he will understand the gap.Now he is not Qinghui Daoist who possesses powerful spells, and going rashly would be tantamount to death.

Fu Nian sneered, smiling at Mo Qing's compassionate heart to save the world, he obviously didn't have that ability, so why would he be so strong?

Obviously humble, weak and helpless, not even able to escape from his claws, but still delusional in trying to save others, it's really self-defeating!

While hesitating, the iron chain on the iron railing was dropped again, and the villagers had been taken away by the white-clothed waiters.

The pounding of iron chains echoed in this gorgeous room, and the lingering sound was lingering and thought-provoking.