I am fickle

"I must let the souls of the seven monks go where they should go, Song Zhiye, hand them over."

Daoist Song didn't look at Shangxian Yunhuai, but lightly brushed his Taoist robe and touched Shiqi's bald head: "Brother Heyu will be able to look at the sun, eat and sleep well soon, and I will turn into this A ray of wind in the world blows away your worries."

The seventeenth master met his gaze, for a long time... for a long time, he couldn't say anything.

"Brother He Yu, I miss the past so much." Song Daochang's eyes gradually turned red, and he swallowed back the tears.

"Brother Song, we are not the same kind of people. We are wrong. Brother Song, I have been using you all the time. The only thing in my heart is to use you."

Although he was only drawn by Song Daochang, he has Song Heyu's memory and a remnant soul.Song Heyu's words are straightforward but they are all in his heart.

Song Daochang laughed loudly: "It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't mean that I'm useful to you, and friends don't have to worry about it."

He was sincere and sincere to him, and he calculated and used him.

It's really dumbfounding for a friend to do this. Shangxian Yunhuai also knew that he couldn't reason with him. The souls of the seven monks belonged to the underworld, so they couldn't be used by him indiscriminately.

Shangxian Yunhuai stepped forward with a cold face, and snatched the bag that bound the souls of the seven monks from his sleeve. Daoist Song shouted in panic, "If you don't return it, I will take the whole Fengshan to bury me. Brother Heyu."

"Is it really worth it now?"

Shangxian Yunhuai seems to like to ask this question very much, but I don't think it's worth it or not, willingness is enough.

Daoist Song had already lost his cultivation for Song Heyu, and he was really no match for Yunhuai Shangxian, but he was extremely anxious.He Yu can't just delay like this, he used to be such a proud and unrestrained person, but now he kneels down in front of Yunhuai Shangxian: "Yunhuai Shangxian, kill me as you like, I just ask you to give Brother Heyu a piece of paper. Let's live."

Shangxian Yunhuai did not speak.

Daoist Song continued to kowtow: "Save my brother Heyu, let him live..."

"Inhumans, how to save them?"

"No, he is brother Heyu, my best friend." Daoist Song was very stubborn, and the seventeenth master just stood aside coldly, as if the name he said was someone else, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

"Aren't these seven monks human? What about their lives?" Shangxian Yunhuai shouted sharply.

Song Daochang smiled bitterly: "Just use me to make amends. It's all my fault. Whether the soul is dissipated or the hell is endless, I can bear it alone."

I shook my head and squeezed Shiqi's slender neck. Song Daochang looked at me in horror.

"Since a person walked out of a painting, how could he die so easily? Why are you nervous?"

"What is the benefactor trying to do?"

"Song Zhiye put down all the glory for you, but what you can't forget in your heart is fame and gain, it's not fair..."

Master Seventeen bit his lip, then sneered and said, "I was originally a rich man, but he thought he was right."

"But don't forget, you are doomed, you all deserved to die in that plague. Song Zhiye, the god, didn't do well, he is too kind."

"It's none of your business. I heard that you also have a nickname called Young Master Ruthless. You are also fickle. What do you want me to do?"

"I am ruthless, but you are ruthless. Song Heyu, your bones are so filthy that you have humiliated the Buddhist beads in your hand."

I was originally staying out of everything, but this time I got angry, thinking that I had already taken these things lightly, but I didn't want to...