[Gu Jian Su Zi] Death is coming

Tu Su, let's go back to the city! "

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In the forest outside the gate of the city, there are many crystal light spots scattered, fluttering and wandering through the dead branches, like a veil of mist under the sun, very dreamy.

"These are all Jiao Ming?"

Zi Yin could hear the trembling sound in Tu Su's voice, and felt a little helpless in his heart. The enemy was dark and we were clear, but he didn't leave a trace, which only added... this karma.

"...That's right...Master...It's me..." Tu Su's voice became more and more depressed, he stared at his hands, "It's exactly the same as in the dream...Xianzhi Shuhun Pill...Hands..."

Tu Su raised his eyes, his face was pale, and his expression was filled with fear: "Those hands are mine!"

"Tu Su."

Ziyin flicked his sleeves rather resentfully: "If so, tell me how you turned them into such a look!"

"Xianzhi..." Tu Su subconsciously said in a daze.

Before he finished speaking, Ziyin spoke again, and said firmly: "Where did you come from!"

"........." Tu Su calmed down, his clenched teeth finally relaxed, and his face was no longer stiff.

"I said earlier that you are fine." Ziyin pushed back his forehead hair, and gently pressed the cinnabar on his lips, "What should I do so that you can trust me and yourself?"

"In this world, no one is more important than you." Ziyin closed her eyes, "I will never allow you to punish yourself without reason."

"Only I can decide your merits and demerits."

"You can't do it yourself."

失魂最新更新:2017-02-2221:12:37

At night, at the gate of the city, a long procession was slowly moving forward.

The guarding soldiers stared blankly ahead, checking the people who entered one by one.

People in the team had a lot of blood on their bodies, but the guards turned a blind eye to it, and just mechanically stopped one and let the other go.

The people who entered the city slowly and methodically entered various shops and residences according to their respective trajectories, not caring at all about their messy and blood-stained clothes.

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In the hotel lobby, the shopkeeper, the waiter, and several guests huddled in the counter, looking at the guests who were sitting in a daze, for fear that this group of blood-stained people would explode.

Just at this time, two more people entered the door, and Xiaoer suddenly shrank his head and got under the counter, closing his eyes and chanting non-stop.The shopkeeper stretched out his head tremblingly, and what he saw was a black and red long sword with a sharp edge on the back of the visitor. He shrank his head in fright, and suddenly heard a familiar voice:

"Boss, may I trouble you with something?"

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Not long after, the inn and the courtyard outside were full of people whispering and whispering, almost blending into the night. The shopkeeper squeezed out from the crowd and bowed his head to Tu and Su: "Master Immortal, the rest of the city, I I found everything I could find."

Tu Su nodded, and cast the sound transmission technique, the sound was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

"Everyone should have seen the scene in the city."

The crowd gradually quieted down.

"To tell you the truth, they are all dead. What you see now is just a special drug to make the corpse behave like a normal person."

The crowd was silent for a while, and gradually there were faint weeping sounds, and a female voice tremblingly asked: "But they can nod, he, can take my hand and go home..."

The weeping was louder in the crowd.

"...I'm really ashamed... Now, Shizun and I can only temporarily protect everyone."

"Why didn't you guys come earlier!" A male voice suppressed and growled.

"..."

"Out of this enchantment, it's hard to be safe." As the water-blue enchantment gradually built outside the hotel, the master's voice resounded in his ears, and he walked away after speaking.

Tu Su intuitively felt that Master seemed to be a little angry, so he turned around and hurriedly chased him upstairs.

"Master..."

"The three-day period has come, you should go back."

"Master." Tu Su met his gaze and shook his head resolutely.

"I'll call Hongyu, let's go back first."

"I've already accepted them." Tu Su paused, "Besides, it's only three days until tomorrow morning."

Master frowned and remained silent for a long time: "...then we will leave tomorrow morning."

"The disciple understands."

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In sleep, there is some sound.

The familiar chuckle seemed to have been heard somewhere.

The clear sound of the piano.

Ying Long.

Elegant white clothes.

Pages of yellowed memories, I don't know who it is.

"Do you understand?"

"My, half body..."

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He woke up in excruciating pain.

It is not completely awake, it is like turning from a dream to a nightmare, there is still a misty and beautiful landscape in the eyes, and it is full of nostalgia, but in the blink of an eye, it is like being thrown into a sea of ​​fire, every inch of flesh, muscle, and bones are burned and torn Disintegrated, far away from the world.

A humming mantra was poured into the ear, and the scarlet breath wrapped around the body like a cloud, with blood-colored patterns, overlapping and embedded in the body that should have been unconscious, but the pain seemed to go deep into the soul, And there is no trace of numbness, and it permeates and fills the body that has been torn inch by inch, or the soul.

He had never been so lucid in a dream.

The pain of not being able to live, not being able to die.

No fainting, no numbness, no appeal, no escape.

Just watching, watching.

I can't even see it.

A sword is sacrificed to shake the world, hatred and fierceness carry the sky full of blood clouds, faintly have the power to level the nine heavens, the body is no longer the body, the soul is not the soul, only the vastness and hatred, the boundless anger, is about to burn the sky and the earth , Conquer the hustle and bustle.

It is a seal.

Closed the hatred, dispelled the anger, erased the last trace of clarity in the mind, but couldn't get rid of the nostalgia.

Nostalgia... what?

"Prince Changqin."

In the darkness filled with evil spirits, a gentle male voice whispered in his ears, and all the pictures faded away like a tide.When he opened his eyes, it was still darkness, but in the darkness, there was a bright color, slowly walking towards him.

"Who are you?"

"I'm also named Prince Changqin." The apricot-yellow figure chuckled a few times, "You and I are originally one person."

"Why..."

"You already know."

He rubbed his brows and feet, and the blurred impressions gradually became clear in his mind, and the blood-smeared array of light reflected in his eyes. The pain was still burning deep in his mind.

The man chuckled and stretched out a hand: "I found you after all, didn't I?"

answer?

Shouldn't?

He stepped forward and walked towards the unclear figure, an indescribable sense of belonging rose from the dull pain in his mind, urging him to quicken his pace.

I can hear the blood flowing in my heart.

As the two approached, the pounding sound in his chest became louder and louder. He clutched his chest and gradually stopped walking.

Still nostalgic for... what?

The pain in the back of his mind persisted, like layers of haze, covering his thinking, and the sense of belonging circling in his mind all the time pushed him to move forward.He looked at the bright figure not far away, shook his head, trying to clear the stagnation in his mind, but failed.He simply closed his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

A scent wafts through the nostrils.

Light sandalwood fragrance.

On the top of the mountain, the fairy's long white hair fluttered in the wind.

He moved his fingertips, and vaguely felt the unique, fine and dense winding feeling of hair, as if he had held the cloud and mist loosely and let it swim between his fingers.The pale hair is like a long river, leading him back, against the current, through the haze, weaving a beautiful picture.

Black hair, white hair.

In an instant, the person's trembling light-colored eyebrows, jade-colored knuckles playing the piano, warm hugs and light kisses... mixed together, weaving a long picture scroll, which quickly spread out in front of his eyes, and finally froze in the frame. On those glazed eyes that looked like melting ice and snow.

"Tu Su."

"There is a teacher."

Baili Tusu opened his scarlet eyes, and Fen Ji seemed to be rooted in his palm, and in this darkness, his hair grew brightly in an instant, revealing a bloody and sharp appearance.He raised his sword in front of him without distraction, his left hand slowly brushed against the sword edge, the blood stained the sword, and disappeared in the dazzling inscription in an instant, he waved his arm, and split a black and red sword in the air, Straight to the apricot color in front of you.

"Heh—how can you be deceived by a little illusion when you are half of me." The figure in front of him opened a strange crack with the sword energy, and recovered in a blink of an eye.

"Ouyang Shaogong!" His eyebrows gradually became clear.

"Tu Su has something to ask?" He raised the corner of his mouth, but his eyes still had a cold light.

"Xianzhi Shuhun Pill, but you made it... and the one on the green jade altar..."

"Of course! In the whole world, there is no second person who can make this elixir. And the matter of the green jade altar is naturally my work."

The long-standing conjecture was finally confirmed, but Tu Su was not surprised.

Perhaps subconsciously, he has already completely believed what Master said.

"The people in the city were all killed by you?!"

The vague smile on Ouyang Shaogong's lips finally turned into a contemptuous and evil smile: "No, no. The culprit of all this is not me."

Under Tu Su's feet, the darkness dissipated inch by inch, revealing a dizzying color of blood.

In the lobby of the inn, the people who originally gathered here to seek refuge fell to the ground overlappingly, with blood soaked in the stumps beneath them, and the evil spirit still stayed at the hideous wounds rolling red, yellow and yellow. Fenji's unique sword energy.

"Really—interesting~" He chuckled a few times, facing Tu Su who was dazed and extremely silent: "That black evil spirit with red eyes is especially beautiful, just like Tu Su's current description, I am very relieved."

……What's this……

Tu Suxiang