Mr. Fu is always too annoying

These words are so familiar.

Xue Ling looked at the person in front of him in a trance, and remembered that it seemed to be the same when Sheng Yang confessed to him many years ago. He stood here, watching Sheng Yang stretch out his hand slowly towards him, and then used such soft and soft He asked him with a smile, would you like to put your hand in mine?

At that time, the spring day was warm, and the river water under the long embankment swayed with sparkling waves, reflected in his eyes, and the whole world softened.

It is not a spring day, there is no long dike, no sparkling river water, only the sunless palace and the depression of thousands of years, but the stars in his eyes are still as gentle as ever, so heart-warming.

Xue Ling pursed his lips, did not speak, just looked at him silently, without making a sound, and stood with his hand stretched out to Xue Ling, exactly the same as before, quietly waiting for his beloved to make a choice .

Perdition or redemption are all in Xue Ling's thought.

There was a moment of silence in the cemetery.

Fan Xiu and the others watched from behind, feeling extremely nervous, anxiously thinking about what choice Xue Ling would make in the end.

They are really bottomless.

Although all of this is not Sheng Yang’s fault, it’s all the fault of that dog beep alchemist, but after the misunderstanding is resolved, everyone is happy in an instant. That’s the rhythm in the movie, and it’s not so easy to put it in the real world——

It is unrealistic for a person who has struggled with despair and resentment for thousands of years to suddenly calm down and accept everything.

It is difficult to let go of the past, and it is even more difficult to return to the past after sinking.

Xue Ling is no longer Xue Yanzhi.

He needs time.

This kind of thing is clear to the bystanders, but it cannot be controlled by the bystanders. Several people know this well, so no matter how disturbed they are, they will not intervene. They can only reduce their sense of existence as much as possible and leave all the space for the front of two people.

Silence, silence, silence.

Several people stood there silently, and after an unknown period of time, they suddenly saw Xue Ling move, leaning forward slightly.

It's really just a point, the arc is so tiny that it can't be traced, but it makes Sheng Yang's eyes shine like stars in an instant, filled with joy and anticipation, so full that it will overflow at any time.

Hot and piping hot.

Abnormally bright in the surrounding gloom.

Such eyes fell on Xue Ling, Xue Ling paused, suddenly felt a little at a loss, but quickly settled down, and took a step out silently.

"despair--"

The sound of footsteps falling on the ground also fell into Sheng Yang's heart.

And after this step, Xue Ling didn't hesitate any more, walked up to Sheng Yang step by step and stopped, his eyes stayed on his slightly stiff body due to nervousness for a moment, then lowered his eyes and raised his hand.

In the next second, his hand lightly landed on the latter's palm.

The warm feeling came from the palm continuously, Sheng Yang held Xue Ling's hand tightly, his heart was hot, so hot that even his eyes were hot at this moment.

No one understands how he feels now.

Many years ago, he asked the person he loved if he would put your hand in mine. At that time, the person he loved came in the spring, and a soft sentence of hello made his heart seem to be soaked in warmth. In the sugar water, there are countless lingering joys.

Many years later, after experiencing all kinds of hardships, he asked the person he loved again, would he put your hand in mine again? This time, the person he loved walked towards him in the silence of the room Come on, although I didn't say anything, it's enough.

Whether in the past or now, whether in spring or silence, Xue Yanzhi is Sheng Yang's joy and salvation.

He hadn't lost him after all.

how nice.

My derivative.

Sheng Yang held Xue Ling's hand tightly, and there were countless things he wanted to say in his heart, but in the end he was shy, all he could say was sorry and what he had said to Xue Ling many times before: "Yanzhi, I'm sorry, Also, my heart—”

I!Heart!Joy!you!

The few people who eavesdropped behind automatically completed this sentence in their hearts, and then continued to peek, waiting anxiously for Sheng Yang to say the last few words, so that their hearts of gossip would expand even more.

But this small wish that was about to come true was interrupted unexpectedly by Bai Ying who suddenly jumped over.

"Master, master!" The white cat threw itself between Xue Ling and Sheng Yang, its round pupils resting on the hands of the two masters holding each other, its tail dangling, "You are not angry anymore, are you? Are you willing to forgive the great master?" Right? Then can we be together in the future? It must be like this, I am so happy!"

A few people behind: "..."

This blind little light bulb!

Fan Xiu felt as much regret as he didn't hear the most affectionate words, and couldn't help but look at Rao She, his eyes full of accusations—why can't you even hold a cat firmly?

The little celestial master who was accused felt innocent and wronged, and looked back with his eyes—wasn't this distracted for a while because he was too focused on listening to gossip?And as we all know, cats are liquid, how can I hold them?

Cats can't hold liquid.

This reason sounds plausible.

It's just that the missed love and gossip can no longer come back.

What a pity.

Fan Xiu sighed silently, looking for comfort for himself: "Forget it, this matter is over at last, as long as the two of them can get better, it's not important to gossip or anything compared to this."

"It's true to say so, but do you really think that this matter is over?" Rao She held the compass, and a sentence made Fan Xiu's hair stand on end, "I must remind you that Sheng Yang is still trapped in the barrier. Besides, this tomb is also unusual, it should be a square altar."

"Altar?!"

"Yes, the sacrificial altar." Rao She raised his hand and clicked on the compass, motioning for Fan Xiu to look, "Looking at the location, this tomb is located on the east side of the north of the underground palace. The return point, plus the Nilin Dasha position in Duling, I think there should be two such altars, and the other altar is in the folded position of this tomb, which is in the direction of the north-north Xigan position."

"Two streams return to evil, this is not just a big evil."

Fan Xiu frowned, feeling more and more strange about Duling.

Waste so much thought to set up a big evil feng shui bureau just to harm two human beings, one of whom is already dying, what is he trying to do?

Rao She next to him also felt something was wrong, or he didn't think it was normal from the moment he entered Duling, but this was not what they were most worried about now.

Rao She rubbed the center of his brows, there were too many things to worry about: "Let's let this matter go, and it's not too late to talk about it when we go back. The most important thing now is to get Sheng Yang out of the barrier as soon as possible... Don't forget, Da The guy and the boss are still under the pool of blood."

There is no news about the big guys after they fell into the blood pool, and they don’t know what’s going on. They have to hurry up and look for them, but they don’t feel at ease leaving Shengyang here alone. By the way, they have nowhere to cry.

Or take it with you and watch it at any time.

But it's a little more difficult.

Rao She's frown became deeper and deeper: "You have also seen the appearance of Shengyang just now, the soul will not be stable after hitting the barrier a few times, and if you take it out forcibly, it is most likely the result of the soul flying away, so if you want to get rid of the knot Realm, we can only destroy the magic circle of Duling, this is a big project, we have to first—”

The following words came to an abrupt end after a casual glance forward.

Because Rao She saw that when he said that this was a big project, Xue Ling did not know what kind of consensus he had reached with Sheng Yang, so he took a step back while maintaining his hand being held by Sheng Yang. Let's go, actually...

Just like that, Xue Ling led him out of the barrier.

Little Celestial Master: "..."

My face hurts.

Master, little brother, I'm sorry for embarrassing Tianshi Mansion and Jingyun Temple.

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Rao She was caught off guard and froze there, with as complicated an expression as he wanted, but at this moment, when he saw Xue Ling walking back, his brows were tightly frowned, and his eyes were full of surprise: "You just said that the boss and The boss is under the pool of blood? What do you mean?"

"boom--"

A loud noise came from the other side of the underground palace before Rao She opened his mouth. The momentum was as shocking as a thunderbolt, and even the ground shook.

A few people were startled, and then felt the surrounding temperature plummeted, extremely cold, and the evil spirit that was stronger than Xue Ling's evil spirit, which was born from the evil spirit and had more than 4000 years of cultivation, spread from the place where the sound came, and black clouds Usually pressed on top of them, there are hidden ghosts crying in the depths.

And hidden in the depths of the black cloud was Fu Tong's breath.

It was extremely cold and brutal.

Without even thinking about it, they knew that something had happened. Several people thumped in their hearts, and without saying anything else, they put on the magic amulet and rushed towards the direction where the sound came from. When they got there, they first saw Fu Qianyuan, whose face was pale. , standing in front of a bronze tomb that is very similar to Shengyang's, there is also a gap on the top of that tomb, the same incision is smooth as if made by a sharp blade, but it is not made from the outside like the one just now, but was broken from the inside It's open.

Through the gap, several people saw Fu Tong in the tomb. He stood there with his head bowed. The evil spirit that had materialized continuously overflowed from him in the form of black mist, gathered at the top, and wrapped around him densely. He was trapped in a hideous and twisted form, and tried to drag others into the sacrifice.

As if sensing their aura, Fu Tong raised his head slowly with a knife in his hand. His eyes were scarlet and his face was covered with evil marks. He looked at them madly, as if he had just crawled out of hell. Like a ghost.

How could this be? !

Several people were horrified, their throats seemed to be blocked by something, and they couldn't make any sound. At this moment, they saw Fu Tong smiling. The smile was weird and distorted, reflected in the surrounding black mist and rustling. As the ghost cried, for an instant, countless chills suddenly rose in the hearts of several people.

Tyrannical and vicious.

It's like a deep bone.