Picked up a little dumb on the side of the road

Gu Yao stretched out his hand and pointed at Mercy, and the light curtain was shattered into pieces.

Xiao Yi raised his head in a daze, feeling that the dust in the room seemed to be scattered with scattered stars all over the sky.

The broken stars all over the sky were once in Wei Xun's eyes.

He closed his eyes, quietly feeling that Wei Xun still hugged him.

He closed his eyes, all the pictures here were related to Wei Xun.

Wei Xun squatted down and reprimanded gently: "Stealing is not a good habit."——It was the first time someone looked him in the eye when talking to him.

Wei Xun held him against his shoulders, raised his eyes and smiled and said to him: "Xiao Yi, the next year will be smooth, grow up quickly!"——It was the first New Year's Eve in his life.

Wei Xun hooked his waist and patted himself on the back, and he jumped onto Wei Xun's back in two steps.

Wei Xun handed him a bowl of cold fish soup, and brushed away the half of his hair that he accidentally got in his mouth.

Wei Xun held him in his arms and said to him, "I'll take you to Lize to settle down."

Wei Xun stood in front of him, shivering uncontrollably but refused to fall down.

……

There are too many memories without order, and they hit Xiao Yi like a tsunami.

He felt a salty rust in his throat.

"Don't you want to look for him? Even if it's a corpse, you should go and find it?"

"Why did he leave? Why did he leave you behind again and again?"

"Don't you hate it?"

"He's dead, don't you really want to do something for him?"

"He treats you so well, do you still have heart?"

……

Xiao Yi seemed to be unable to see Mi Lian and Gu Yao who had retreated outside the house and were fighting together. All he saw was the pictures of getting along with Wei Xun in the past, and his ears were filled with the slightly chilly questioning from Mi Lian.

All of a sudden, the old nightmare in Zuihuanfang, the shameless framing by Jiang Fengzhu and Jiao Jin's nephew and uncle;

Everything came back to him again and again.

The pity outside the house had already lost the wind in the several fights with Gu Yao, he retreated steadily in the turbulent airflow of the courtyard, and finally waited for the boy's piercing roar.

Immediately afterwards, there was a piercing scream, which gradually overshadowed the boy's voice.

The vast sky where the situation has changed has finally turned red.

The wings of the fire are spread out, covering the sky and the sun; the nine feathers are scattered, spanning more than ten thousand miles.

Mingfeng finally appeared.

Gu Yao looked at the shadow of the phoenix in the sky, and finally no longer restrained himself, he handed out a killer move with the folding fan in his hand, and went straight to the gate of mercy.

Compassionately rose up, and after several tosses, he barely escaped the fatal blow.Most of the folding fan in his hand has been destroyed, and the stone blue pendant hangs down listlessly, completely losing its brilliance.

"Uncle Master has great skills, this junior is ashamed of himself." He watched a strand of hair on the sideburns that was chopped off by Gu Yao's spiritual energy slowly falling down by his ear, barely able to maintain his figure, and saluted Gu Yao from afar, "But if I am Uncle, what I care most about right now is the seal of Feng Prison and the pure soul that may still be alive inside."

seal!

Gu Yao was startled, his thoughts were blocked by the sudden change just now, and he forgot to distinguish the priority of things for a moment.

Mingfeng has already appeared in the world, and the son of the six evil stars in the room has long been helpless. The most important thing right now is to find out how to remedy the gap in the seal of Fengyu, and send Mingfeng back to the seal earlier, so as to avoid this catastrophe .

It is best to bring back the pure soul together.

He looked into the room uneasily, trying to take another look at the poor boy, but he saw nothing.

However, the matter has not allowed him to think about it and hesitate to move forward.

He had no choice but to throw down everything on Lin Qingshan, summoned the folding fan lying in front of Xi Lian, and ran towards the depths of the Bumu Sea lightly with his toes.

Seeing that Gu Yao was leaving, Lian immediately put away the dilapidated folding fan in his hand, no longer the calmness and composure of the past, he fled in the direction of Mount Daiyu in a panic, stepping on the crumbling folding fan.

When Xiao Yi walked out of the room slowly, there was no sign of the two people in the courtyard.

In the small courtyard, there was only a chaotic airflow that was disturbed by the previous shocking fight or by Mingfeng's hostility.

Breath flowed, flapping the corners of his clothes.

He was still wearing the light blue inner disciple uniform that Wei Xun specially prepared for him with Wuyin before he left, but that elegant color, like running water, was plated with red gold by the Infernal Karma Flame of ancient beasts. Those cold red phoenix eyes were already filled with crimson hatred.

The turbulent airflow brushed away the hair around his ears, and the tiny tear mole at the corner of his eye was like blood condensed in his eyes.

The figure of the phoenix in the sky gradually became clear, and the body that covered the sky and the sun swelled to the extreme, but then gradually shrunk, and finally it seemed to turn into a sharp red blade, sinking into Xiao Yi's thin body.

He was knocked into the air by this terrifying impact until he hit the courtyard wall a few feet away, spattered blood on the ground, and lost consciousness instantly.

Xiao Yi who woke up again after a while could already clearly feel the strangeness of his body.

He had passed through a spiritual meridian for good or bad before, and he knew the feeling of spiritual energy running through the meridian; now he can feel that the spiritual meridians around him are still not opened, but there is a powerful breath flowing through the whole body.

And this aura is different from his own aura before and the aura that Wei Xun once probed into his consciousness.

This breath seems to be domineeringly guiding him to constantly recall the most unbearable scenes in the past. He desperately wants to grasp the warm past with Wei Xun, but all the warmth is in this strange Almost falling apart in his breath.

Every time he resented, that aura became stronger, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't restrain the anger and resentment in his heart.

I hate it.

No?

Why not hate!

When he was young, he always walked barefoot among thorns.

In the first summer of wandering away from home, he hid under an old pagoda tree to shelter from the rain; a child who is not yet seven years old has no idea how dangerous it is under the tree in a thunderstorm, and Xiao Yi, who is tired and tired, just like this He fell asleep leaning on the tree trunk, and then his calf was broken by the thick branch chopped off by the thunder.

Fortunately, he met a barefoot traveling doctor who carried him to a nearby ruined temple for treatment. It was the first time in Xiao Yi's memory that someone carried him on his back.

But when he woke up, the doctor disappeared without a trace.

He limped and wandered on the street for another half a year, envious of the children playing in groups of three or four on the street; sometimes he would watch from afar those children happily holding candied haws or freshly arrived small noodles people.

That day, he watched a group of little boys lying on the ground taking pictures from a distance, but he didn't dare to go forward because others thought he was dirty.

Not far away, a chubby little boy was sitting on the porch, walking towards him with a limp.

"You are also lame, so they don't take you to play?" The little fat man's small eyes were squeezed into a small slit by the flesh on his face. He stared at Xiao Yi's broken leg, but he didn't have any malice. There are a lot of pictures, but they don't play with me, you come here tomorrow, I'll bring them out to play with you!"

When the little fat man left, Xiao Xiaoyi left half a piece of caramel, which was the first time in his life that he knew the taste of sweetness.

The second day, the third day, the tenth day... He couldn't remember how many times he went back there, but he never waited for the lame little fat man again.

Until that hot midsummer night, he met his god.

For the first time in Wei Xun's arms, he felt the warmth and tranquility of this world; on New Year's Eve that year, he saw the splendor of this world clearly for the first time on Wei Xun's shoulders.

In the years that followed, it was Wei Xun's body that stood in front of him all the time.

When Wei Xun turned his back to him, he had a straight spine, supporting the sky above his head; when he was facing him, he had a gentle smiling face, melting the years of snow around him...

But I can't keep it!

Whether it's the kind-hearted barefoot doctor, or the enthusiastic lame fat man, or even the god who gave him his name and everything.

After all, they cannot be kept.

why?

Xiao Yi asked himself the same question he asked Wei Xun in the hall that day.

Why suppress the anger in my heart?

Shouldn't you hate it?

Don't those who forced Wei Xun to death deserve to die?

Once the hatred burst, the sky finally rained fire all over the sky.

It was Xiao Yi's nightmare for many years, and it finally kicked off at the moment after Wei Xun left.

Xiao Yi seemed to have returned to the summer night of his 15th birthday, and his soul left his body again.With a little restraint, he easily floated into the air, watching everything around him with cold eyes.

He looked indifferently at the sea of ​​purgatory flames in his dream where all the faces on Linqing Mountain who were either contributing to the flames or watching indifferently fell into his dream.

They struggled, or begged for mercy; they knelt down in despair, begging God for mercy for the last time...

They prostrate themselves.

They are as small as ants.

Those suspicions and jealousies that originated from selfishness were completely burned by this fire.

Infernal karma burning the world is probably for the purpose of burning away the sin karma in this world.

Just like the night when Jiao Jin was stabbed, Xiao Yi couldn't feel any pleasure other than anger.

He suddenly remembered a sentence he said to Wei Xun before - "When the sky rains fire, everyone around me dies, leaving no one behind."

All dead...

Are all dead?

Xiao Yi's eyes froze.

Not dead, too many people who forced Wei Xun away in the hall that day are still alive!

He clearly remembered that flattering face in the hall that day——

Xue Chengzi is not dead yet.

Xue Chengzi deserved to die.

He tapped his toes, landed lightly, and walked towards Wei Xun's bedroom.

He wanted to retrieve Wei Xun's broken sword.

Xue Chengzi is not even worthy of dying in this dazzling rain of fire that burns the sky and destroys the world, he should be the dead soul under Wei Xun's sword——

Life after life does not enter reincarnation, and confesses to Wei Xun.

Xiao Yi saw Wei Xun's broken sword lying at the door of the bedroom from a distance, he gently raised his hand, and the sword flew towards him slowly.

The moment he reached out to grab the hilt of the sword, at the same time a pair of hands grabbed his ankle.

The author has something to say: The final chapter of this volume will be available on Tuesday.

感谢在2020-04-1817:51:13~2020-04-1916:00:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Hurricane 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!