villain is a good guy

The sleeping young man didn't respond in the slightest, lying quietly on the bed.

Long black hair wrapped around his body, and the fiery red hair slowly fell into Ling Jiushen's palm like a flame that was about to burn out.

For no reason, he recalled the picture that appeared in his mind just now - the translucent figure flying out of the sword, also like a ball of fire, burning fiercely among the dark clouds, burning up the falling rain, and then with the bed Yan Rongyi gradually merged into one.

Ling Jiushen frowned again.

Those memories clearly belonged to him, but they were filled with a sense of disobedience.

What's wrong with it?

Ling Jiushen's fingers landed on Yan Rongyi's cool skin, and then shrank suddenly.

The skin of the young man transformed into a phoenix had invisible flames burning on his skin. The moment Ling Jiushen touched it, his fingertips seemed to be poked by a needle, and a fine pain spread.

More pictures flooded Ling Jiushen's mind.

The fragmented dark clouds dissipated, and the sword was shrouded in rays of light.

The catastrophe is over.

The red figure turned his back to Ling Jiushen, and his robe gradually solidified.

He raised his arms happily, as if confirming that he really had a body.

Ling Jiushen raised the corners of his lips and smiled unconsciously.

People in the world practice immortality, some for fame and fortune, some for immortality, but he is the only one for...

"Hiss???" Ling Jiushen covered his head again.

What is he for?

He also has a purpose.

Ling Jiu is deeply convinced.

But dusty memories weigh on his "purpose", like an epitaph covered with moss, exuding the breath of time from top to bottom.

But Ling Jiushen can be sure of one thing.

...He ascended because of Yan Rongyi.

Night fell imperceptibly.

Ling Jiushen's hand fell on Yan Rongyi's shoulder again.

This time, even though he felt the burning pain, he didn't move his hand away.

Pale fingertips left faint red marks on the satin-like skin.

Ling Jiu brushed away the broken hair around Yan Rongyi's cheeks, pinched his chin, leaned over, the long strands of hair fell into the hollow of his neck, and then printed a soft smile on those hot lips. kiss.

Before Ling Jiushen's lips left the corners of Yan Rongyi's mouth, he knelt on the bed uncontrollably, with his hands propped on both sides of his body, the trembling from the soul made him gasp over and over again, as if surging in his body The thunder from the sky during the tribulation made his heart feel crisp and numb.

They should be...

it should be so...

Countless voices were urging Ling Jiushen to continue.

They seem to be so close that no one can separate them.

Even if it is the way of heaven, it can't.

"Rongyi..." Ling Jiu held Yan Rongyi's face in his hands, and the soft kiss fell down again, entangled like a mess.

At the same time, two figures wrapped in black robes appeared outside the inn.

"The Demon Slaying Conference..." The hood that one of the black-robed men took off was the sword repairer of the Fushan School, Bai Shuang.

There was a freshly healed scar on his face, spreading from the end of his eyes to the corner of his lips, which looked a little scary.

The waiter who was receiving customers in front of the door lowered his eyes in a panic, faltering: "Guest officer, we are here..."

"Just pass through the shop." Bai Shuang withdrew her gaze, and raised the corners of her lips to the shop waiter.

If he didn't have a scar on his face, he would be considered amiable, but unfortunately he has a scar on his face now, so the waiter was so scared that he sat down on the ground: "Yes, there is a guest room!"

After saying that, he got up from the ground and led them upstairs: "Tianzi No. [-] room! Tianzi No. [-] room... is empty!"

Bai Shuang put the hood on his head again, and stretched out his hand to grab the wrist of the person who was also wrapped in the black robe.

When he passed Room No. [-] in Tianzi, he paused slightly and muttered to himself, "Spiritual beast?"

"A shape-changing spirit beast." The black-robed man who had been silent all this time opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, "You can't afford to mess with it."

Bai Shuang shook her head: "No grievance, no enmity, why should I provoke others?"

He just didn't expect that even spirit beasts would be attracted by the Demon Slaying Conference.

"The crane on the floating mountain." The man reminded him again.

"It's also possible." Bai Shuang walked up to the door of Tianzi No. [-] room, and sighed quietly, "Senior brother Yan..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the scream of the waiter.

After the shop waiter finished calling, he knew he had done something wrong, so he ran downstairs crying.

Bai Shuang looked back inexplicably, seeing Wang Shui's hood fell off, lowered her eyes helplessly, and raised her hand to put the hood back on for him: "Senior brother..."

"You still call me Senior Brother?" Wang Shui turned his head away, avoiding Bai Shuang's hand without a trace.

Bai Shuang firmly grasped Wang Shui's wrist, which had turned into bones: "You will always be my senior brother."

There was a hint of madness in his eyes.

After experiencing great sorrow and great joy, Bai Shuang was finally stunned.

"You..." Annoyance welled up on Wang Shui's half face, and it dissipated after a while, "You've already caught me, what else do you want to do?"

When Bai Shuang heard this, the madness in his eyes was replaced by grievance: "Brother, why did you stop at that time?"

He was talking about what happened in the spirit beast forest.

At that time, the fight between him and Wang Shui was at a fever pitch. The sharp sword energy cut the trees in the forest to pieces, and there were countless small but deep bone wounds on his body.

Bai Shuang really believed Wang Shui's words about killing Guan Fengge's Yin Shaohua, and Wang Shui really didn't hold back.

The once close senior brothers turned against each other, and Bai Shuang felt sad and desperate.

He didn't want to doubt Wang Shui, but the truth was in front of him, so he had to doubt it.

He couldn't beat Wangshui either, but with the sword in his hand, he had to fight desperately.

The wind whistled, and huge waves surged in the forest.

Bai Shuang stood on the top of the green waves, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

In terms of swordsmanship, he is no match for Wang Shui, and in terms of cultivation, he has lost a lot of Baishuang... How can he win?

What's more, Bai Shuang didn't want to win either.

He closed his eyes, listening to Lin Hai turbulent, and suddenly entered a mysterious situation.

The tip of Wang Shui's sword that roared towards Bai Shuang stopped at the tip of Bai Shuang's nose, and after a long time, he drew it back with a long sigh.

And it was this hesitation that made Bai Shuang seize the opportunity.

Using the newly learned sword art and the weight of his whole body, he nailed Wang Shui to the muddy ground of the spirit beast forest.

He pressed Wangshui, the tip of the sword pierced through the black robe and white bones, piercing the soil with blood.

His tears hit the end of Wangshui's eyes.

"Brother..."

"Where did you learn it?" Wang Shui raised his wrist, and found a few thin blood-red threads on the white bones, "Wangyou Valley?"

Bai Shuang followed him into Tianzi No. [-] room, and nodded with a smile: "The ghost cultivators in Wangyou Valley are the best at dealing with bones. When I passed by Wangyou Valley a few years ago, I asked them a few spells."

"Are they willing to teach?" Wang Shui picked up the red thread with his finger bones, and seeing that the other end of the red thread was connected to the blood vessel on Bai Shuang's wrist, he put his hand back into the sleeve with a cold face, and stopped moving, "This is Wangyou. Valley's secret method."

"It's not a secret method." Bai Shuang boldly hugged Wang Shui's shoulders, and obediently rested her chin on her senior brother's shoulder, as if she was still on the floating mountain, and whispered, "Senior brother, let me take a look at you injury."

But his cuteness didn't soften Wang Shui's heart.

Wang Shui clenched his collar tightly, looked at Bai Shuang coldly, got up with a flick of his sleeves and walked to the door: "For the sake of you and I being brothers and sisters, I will give you one last chance."

Wang Shui raised his wrist: "Let me go."

"No." The smile on Bai Shuang's face faded, and he also raised his arm. Countless bright red thin threads shot out from the blood vessels in an instant, and then wrapped around his wrist under Wang Shui's angry eyes. "I won't let senior brother go until senior brother tells the truth."

Wang Shui took a deep breath, and suppressed the anger in his heart: "The truth is the same as what I said... I killed Yin Shaohua of Guan Fengge, what else do you want?"

"But I asked my brother a question, and my brother didn't answer any of them."

"you??????"

"Brother, have you really done something to offend the Fushan faction?" Bai Shuang finished speaking, and before Wang Shui could answer, she added, "Before you answer me, swear with your heart and soul, if even half of the sentence is false, you will Let your junior brother???me, die and die, and my soul fly away!"

"you??????!"

"Why, senior brother won't say?" Bai Shuang smiled slightly, pulled the red thread, and pulled Wang Shui back bit by bit, "Then senior brother just stay here obediently... I will stay with senior brother."

He hugged Bai Shuang's waist tenderly, and then, under the other's shameful and angry eyes, touched the white bones that were shining with light with his fingers.

Wangshui didn't struggle, because struggling was useless.

The "red thread" that Bai Shuang tossed out is actually the blood of the heart divided into countless strands along the blood vessels.

This is the secret method that the disciples in Wangyou Valley worked out in order to control the corpse when they were practicing. Bai Shuang used it on Wangshui with the thought of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, but she did not expect it to really work.

"Brother, you say you are a demon cultivator, but you still care about me." Bai Shuang muttered to herself, "You don't want to break my heart, do you?"

Wang Shui sat silently by the bed, not saying a word.

Bai Shuang didn't care, he put his hand into the edge of the black robe, and gradually approached Wang Shui: "Senior brother..."

"Bai Shuang!" Wang Shui sensed Bai Shuang's intentions, turned his head suddenly, and stared at him, "I'm your senior brother!"

Bai Shuang's expression remained unchanged, and her tone was brisk: "I know."

"...I always knew."

"...but Master and Senior Brother Yan can do it, why can't we?"

"Bai Shuang." Wang Shui didn't expect him to mention Yan Rongyi and Ling Jiushen, and asked in surprise, "How do you know?"

In the end, Bai Shuang raised the corners of her lips in a self-deprecating manner: "So senior brother already knew."

Wangshui fell silent.

"Senior Brother likes Senior Brother Yan, and Senior Brother Yan only has Master in his eyes, so..." Bai Shuang pressed her face against Wang Shui's face that had turned into bones, and said affectionately, "So, Senior Brother, can you look at me?"

"...I like you no less than my senior brother treats his master."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a muffled sound in the room next door to them, which was Tianzi No. [-], followed by vague panting.

Bai Shuang: "..."

Wang Shui: "..."

Bai Shuang's expression gradually twisted, and he punched the wall.

Unreasonable, he hadn't prepared a confession, but... was interrupted by the lingering next door!