I've fucked up all the bosses

Ye Zhihuan's mind went blank, and the knuckles holding the knife slowly tightened.

In the night, the fox ran towards him cheerfully with its tail in its arms, but felt slow in the middle of the run, so it jumped in front of him in a voluptuous manner, and the big red coat drew a perfect arc in the air.

He smiled and greeted Ye Zhihuan with the tail in his arms: "Long time no see, where have you been these days?"

Ye Zhihuan's Adam's apple rolled, and he said concisely: "Kill."

Hua Chao stood in front of him, looked at his face carefully for a while, and sighed: "So he was going to kill someone, no wonder he lost so much weight, his cheeks are sunken."

His eyes are like water, and his voice is soft and low, like the gentle tide of the sea, which makes people sink in unconsciously.

Ye Zhihuan's hand holding the knife tightly relaxed unconsciously. He looked at Hua Chao's face and asked in a low voice, "Why do you look so much thinner?"

He ate and slept all the way, so naturally he didn't have time to take good care of himself, but why did the fox lose so much weight in the Yaozu, there wasn't much flesh on his cheeks, and it seemed to be getting thinner and thinner.

Ye Zhihuan's question made Hua's eyes flush.

In the past few worlds, he and Data Torrent were stuck together almost every day, but in this world, the two of them always get together less and leave more. This is the first time he has been separated from him for such a long time.

I am used to the life of two people, and every parting is very worrying.

In addition, Ye Zhihuan's broken Dao heart and life at stake, as well as the demon emperor's strong hostility towards Ye Zhihuan, all these weighed heavily on Huachao's heart like a mountain.

Before meeting the swordsman today, he could feel the aura of decay in Ye Zhihuan before he could be happy in the future.

The dead tree Fengchun of the fox family can only be used once. Last time, he could save him by breaking two tails, but this time he couldn't.

Hua Chao secretly sighed in his heart, feeling an inexplicable sadness.

He reached out and held Ye Zhihuan's wrist to feel his pulse, and then said: "You still care about whether I am thin or not? You have the pulse of the five declines of heaven and man. If you can't cultivate the Taoist heart, you only have three months." It's time, if you have this skill, why don't you think about how to prove the way."

As he spoke, he began to complain, Hua Chao's heart became even more sour, his eye sockets were turned red again by the night wind, and tears accumulated in the fundus of his eyes, hanging on his eyelashes.

Ye Zhihuan suddenly panicked.

He wanted to reach out his hand to wipe Hua Chao's tears, but remembered that Hua Chao had completely forgotten him after taking the Wangqing Pill, so his outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, and then slowly dropped down.

He let out a long breath, and said in a muffled voice: "The moon has its ups and downs, and people have misfortunes and blessings. Life and death just follow nature. After death, ashes return to dust, and they are clean without any attachments."

Hua Chao asked him: "Don't you want to testify?"

Ye Zhihuan was silent for a while, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of Hua Chao's torn sleeve, frowned slightly and said, "Your sleeve is torn."

After Ye Zhihuan finished speaking, he actually took out a needle and thread from the Qiankun bag on his sleeve, pulled Hua Chao's sleeve and began to mend it carefully.

Hua Chao was stunned for a moment, and immediately didn't know what to say.

The stitches and stitches were fine and tight, and the torn sleeves were quickly mended.

Taking advantage of the swordsman's withdrawal, Hua Chao asked again: "What are you going to do about the broken Dao heart? Have you thought about how to prove the Dao?"

Ye Zhihuan put away his needle and thread and raised his head. His dark eyes looked at the silent lake, and he said in a flat tone, "I never thought about proving the truth."

He held the enchanted knife and stepped onto the small boat on the shore, Hua Chao followed him into the boat, sat down beside him with a ball of tail in his arms, and whispered, "But you can only live if you prove the Tao."

The swordsman was silent for a while holding the red gold ancient knife, looking at Hua Chao with those pitch-black eyes, and said in a low voice, "I don't want to live for a long time. I wanted to find a burial place on the way, but I couldn't let go of my worries. I came here today because I want to go to the underworld with the people I care about."

Hua Chao smiled slightly, and handed over a tail in his arms.

Suddenly being stuffed into the tail full of arms by the fox, the swordsman was a little taken aback.

The fox grinned: "It's windy tonight, and the fox's fur keeps out the cold. You just said that you came here to go to the underworld with the person you care about. Have you found the person you care about?"

The swordsman rubbed the tail in his arms, glanced at him, and said softly, "I found it."

Hua Chao was still smiling: "Then when do you plan to do it?"

The swordsman shook his head: "After seeing him, I don't want to do anything anymore. My life is suffering, and my own life should be borne by myself. Now that he is doing well, I feel relieved."

"I heard people say that you couldn't prove the way because of him, don't you resent him in your heart?"

Ye Zhihuan smiled, with a hint of self-mockery: "It's strange to say that he ruined me, abandoned me, and forgot me, because he and I were imprisoned and unable to prove the truth. Yes, but no matter how much I hate in my heart, as soon as I see him, I will forget all the hatred, and only remember his kindness to me in my heart."

The boat drifted leisurely in the lake, and Hua Chao's heart had ripples that couldn't be calmed down just like the surface of the lake that the boat passed by.

He bowed his head, his hair hanging down to cover the tears in his eyes.

At this time, after listening to the swordsman's words, I don't know whether to be happy or sad.

He waved his sleeves to cover his tearful eyes, and when he put down his sleeves, his face was full of innocence and ignorance.

He wagged his tail and said with a smile: "You are reluctant to kill the person you care about so you can't prove the way, but it is not impossible. The demon emperor of our demon clan mentioned it to me. He said that the way of killing and the way of ruthlessness You don’t have to kill the one you love in order to prove the truth.”

Ye Zhihuan turned his head quickly, his eyes lit up for a moment, and his flat voice showed a little excitement and eagerness: "Really?"

Hua Chao opened his eyes wide, and smiled: "Yes, but this method is very dangerous. Generally, there is no return and a narrow escape. Do you really want to try it?"

Ye Zhihuan said in a deep voice, "You say so."

Hua Chao leaned on his chin and wagged his tail carelessly: "When the moon is full this year, a beast swarm will erupt in the Yongye Canyon, and countless frenzied monsters will gather in the big crack, and hallucinogenic miasma will be everywhere in the crack. The monsters will be affected by the miasma and kill each other."

"That kind of miasma is also effective for people. People who inhale the miasma during extreme killings will see very real phantoms. As long as they kill the phantoms without hesitation, they will immediately succeed in proving the Tao."

"Can killing Phantom succeed in proving the Tao?" Ye Zhihuan murmured.

Hua Chao shrugged: "Proving the Dao proves the heart of the Dao, which is a belief that you must kill, rather than proving whether you have killed or not. This method of proving the Dao is too dangerous, and the violent beast tide is enough to kill people like you. Masters tear it apart, you'd better not go."

Ye Zhihuan clenched the knife in his hand, frowned and said, "If a very realistic phantom really appears, I may not be willing to do it."

Hua Chao laughed and poked him with the tip of his tail: "You like him that much?"

The swordsman coughed slightly, with a slight embarrassment on his face.

The fox stood up from the boat, and said goodbye to him with a smile in his eyes.

"Swordsman, I'm leaving."

"Why are you leaving so soon?"

"The peach blossoms in Peach Blossom Market are in full bloom. I want to go back to see the peach blossoms."

"Are the peach blossoms in Peach Blossom Market beautiful?"

"of course."

"I want to go and have a look with you."

The fox's peach blossom eyes smiled crookedly: "Humans are not allowed to enter and leave the Peach Blossom Market. If you want to see it, I will surely break one of the most beautiful peach blossoms and show it to you on the day you succeed in proving the Tao."

The fox jumped off the boat and walked on the waves. As he walked further and further away, his figure gradually disappeared into the heavy and cold night fog.

Ye Zhihuan pursed his thin lips and stood on the boat watching him silently.

......

Ye Zhihuan has been hesitating.

Although the remaining time is not eligible for him to hesitate, he still refuses to make a decision lightly.

He is not afraid of death, he just hates the fox.

He also wanted to see the peach blossoms that the fox brought back from the Peach Blossom Market.

If you live one more day, you can hear news about foxes for one more day, and if you die, you will have nothing.

He was very afraid that the phantom of the fox would appear when he jumped into the big crack, and because he was unconscious because of inhaling the miasma, he thought the phantom was the real fox and refused to do it, and finally died in the beast tide.

I couldn't let him go when I was alive, and it was him I couldn't let go of when I was about to die.

The swordsman who had always been decisive suddenly became hesitant.

Time passed bit by bit, two months passed, and only the last month of his life remained.

Ye Zhihuan is still hesitating. Ten days have passed in July, and he only has 20 days left in his life.

The body is deteriorating more and more, like a piece of dry rotten wood.

In mid-July, news suddenly spread across the world that Hua Chao was about to marry the Demon Emperor.

The date is set on July 22, which is said to be a rare auspicious day in a century.

Ye Zhihuan heard the news when passing by the tea shed, he was silent all the way, and returned to the hut in the Yongye Canyon alone.

The swordsman was heartbroken at this time, and with a sigh of relief, he swept away the ash on the embroidery frame, and took out a tightly wrapped package from the shelf on the couch.

After unpacking the layers of packages, there was a bolt of red silk inside.

He bought this piece of silk soon after he and the fox moved to the Canyon of Eternal Night, but it was too late to sew a red dress for the fox that he loved most.

The swordsman touched the piece of silk, thinking that there was still time to make a wedding dress for himself.

He counted day by day, and finally counted to July 22.

He went to Liuxian Lake the day before and saw the Yaozu decorated with lanterns and festoons. He really wanted to have a happy event.

I haven't seen that fox in a wedding dress yet.

He always looks good in red, and Yaozu's wedding dress is also red, so it will only look better.

The wedding dress on the embroidery rack has already been sewn, Ye Zhihuan put the wedding dress inside and his old clothes on the outside.

He straightened his collar and picked up the magic knife again.

The night has come, a full moon hangs high in the sky, a huge crack runs across the canyon, and thousands of beasts are galloping inside.

The swordsman jumped down holding the enchanted knife, gusts of wind passed by his ears, and thousands of beasts roared in the crack.

The blade of the enchanted sword is soaked in blood, and the crippled swordsman still has the strength to fight.

This is his last fight.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see the peach blossoms that the fox picked for him.

The smoky miasma was inhaled into the nostrils, and in front of his eyes were countless pairs of red animal eyes, like wildfire that was about to burn his efforts.

kill!

kill!

kill!

The miasma in the crack floated in front of the eyes, and everything became blurred and split.

He split open the monster's head with a knife, and suddenly a fiery red color appeared in the splashed blood.

The fiery red clothes fluttered in the blood mist and miasma, and the fox walked calmly, holding a bright peach blossom and walking in front of him through the beast tide and miasma.

The swordsman was in a trance for a moment.

He soon remembered that today was the day when the fox got married.

The fox in front of me is just a phantom.

As long as he kills this phantom, he will become the most powerful person in the world, and no one or anything can hinder him.

The bloody enchanted knife went straight forward.

The blood-soaked red blade broke through the miasma in front of him, and pierced Phantom's body without any hindrance.

A knife pierces the heart.

Holding the branch of peach blossom in his hand, Phantom smiled slightly.

The author has something to say: don't be sad, the current abuse is for double the sweetness in the future!

Remember to press the claw (top the pot and escape)

感谢在2020-06-3023:21:28~2020-07-0323:17:27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: 2 for Qingshang; 1 for Haoheng Caiguai, Maowu Sweetheart, and Lanmengqian;

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