debt repayment

Song Hui'an felt that his already cold hands and feet were even colder, but the person in front of him was still murmuring unconsciously: "I really want to find an enemy who knows who I am. I have done murder, arson, rape and robbery. Everything is fine, I have practiced with Master for a long time, and my mind has changed drastically. I have seen these things for a long time, since it is a debt I owed, I can use my life to pay it off..."

Xiao Daotong held Li Gui's hand, and said with concern: "Brother Zhu, why do you look so ugly? Is the injury from the day before yesterday still not healed? You talk, if you don't talk, I will be so anxious to death."

Song Hui'an hurriedly came back to his senses, and said with a smile, "Maybe I'm hurt, I'm a little tired." Then he said, "Continue to lead your way."

Scattered soul said: "It turns out that the young master is injured and weak. I don't know if he can still walk? Why don't you let me carry the young master for a while?"

He spoke frankly, but Song Hui'an's pale and bluish face suddenly flushed, the flames of shame and anger in his eyes could burst out, and a knife flew towards him, and the pupils hiding the autumn water hurriedly dodged to look Looking elsewhere, the beauty spat out angrily: "You really are shameless!"

Even Xiao Daotong beside him changed his face, ran to him to protect him, opened his arms and said righteously: "Monster! Why are you still talking lightly about my brother!"

The word "frivolous" was used with great precision, Song Hui'an's complexion turned a little red, and she looked like a shy, pretty and lively beauty.

"Amu, don't talk nonsense!"

"I just care about your body, so why am I being frivolous?" Sanhun also seriously argued, "Master Zhu, I know you are beautiful, and I think you have been harassed and frivolous by many disciples on weekdays, but I can be as frivolous as they are." Is it? I have always been an upright person. If you had a good impression of the young master, you would have chased after you. If the young master wants to kill me, I will wash my neck and bring my face to me. Do you still need the young master to threaten me to lead the way?"

The implication is that the two of them are pretending to be affectionate, laughing at him for being too sensitive, and only meeting a few times, they are afraid that people will take a fancy to him.

"...You!" Song Hui'an was anxious, pointing at him tremblingly, unable to speak for a long time, seeing that the scattered soul was still looking at him innocently, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he just cursed, "If you dare to have any dirty thoughts, I'll kill you right away!"

"Don't dare to dare, the young master has such a hot temper, what can I do, I really have no luck to bear it," Sanhun saw that he was about to curse again, and hurriedly said, "Go on?"

Through the crystal mirror, looking at the two big and one small three bodies in the mirror with a strange atmosphere, Yan Wen's jaw is about to drop: "Where is the emperor playing? The little boy is not enough to coax Mr. Zhu, and he even made up an amnesia Song Huiming came to lie to him?" He thought to himself that Mr. Song is really pitiful. He was afraid and hated when he saw the familiar yet unfamiliar skin, and he didn't know how to deal with it. He could only rely on the cute little Taoist boy beside him to maintain his last shred of sanity. How did he know that? In fact, there is one person under these two skins?

Cang Ji said: "Maybe it's because Mr. Song still misses Song Huiming in the illusion, so I want to use this to settle his knots? Don't you forget that the three debts on the emperor's head include killing and love debts?" What else? Let 'Song Huiming' come out to face Mr. Song's grievances and anger, and then let this person disappear completely. In this way, Mr. Song's heart knot has been solved, and Shen Xingjian has returned to his throne. Can't the emperor come back?"

Yan Wen shook his head again and again: "As expected of the emperor, this trick is really good. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"Brother Zang Ji," Yan Wen said seriously, "Will the Almighty who reincarnated and returned to the throne remember what happened after he went down to the realm?"

"can."

"Then in case Shen Xingjian thinks it's wrong when he turns around, and the Demon Sword attacks the emperor, wouldn't the situation be more serious than Young Master Song asking Song Huiming for debts?"

"Not necessarily."

Yan Wen was mad and said, "How do you say that?"

"Shen Xingjian is a magical weapon that was forged in elementary school, and is much older than the emperor. Furthermore, reincarnation in the lower realm is not important for ghosts and spirits. After returning to the throne, what is the pain in the eyes of mortals to them? No matter how bad it is, the emperor will not be settled by Shen Xingjian based on Shen Xingjian's relationship with Demon Lord Haojun."

Yan Wen listened, thought for a moment, and nodded: "I hope so." But he still didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart. After all, such a heartless fishing fairy like Quan Ying could directly take it in order to care about Song Hui'an's safety, regardless of the rules of Tiangong. Martial God officer went down to save people, he almost lost his mind, naturally he wasn't the one who Yan Wen said he regarded the memories of the world as clouds and smoke, so what about Shen Xingjian?

The 1000 years of being reincarnated as Song Hui'an was a very miserable 1000 years. Shen Xingjian was forged and became the top magic soldier in Tiangong. Let go of restraints, look up at the sky, the gods passing by will tremble three times, and have a perverted and ruthless personality, such a noble and arrogant person, really has not suffered a single grievance for tens of thousands of years, will he really regard Song Hui'an's humiliation for thousands of years as nothing?

If this is the case, when Shen Xingjian returns to the throne, the favor and resentment belonging to Song Hui'an will be dust in front of the ruthless and ruthless Demon Sword, and the emperor's infatuation will be in vain.

But compared to being entangled by the magic sword, maybe it is more real to have a broken heart.

He thought this way, and Quan Ying thought the same way when he released "Song Huiming's scattered soul".

He turned into a child himself, holding Song Hui'an's cold hand, afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, and kneading the flesh of his palm with all his heart, looking up, Song Hui'an only stared at the unconscious "scattered soul" not far in front of him, Bewitched.

Xiao Daotong didn't dare to look at him carefully, for fear that he would find out the clues. Seeing him like this, he felt like a needle pricking his heart.