Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Floating behind Fu Tong was a cloud of black smoke, similar to the one he had seen in the crew before, but more than three times larger in size, and from the edge of the smoke, something hidden inside could be vaguely seen. Wings with spikes at the end.

And the pale white bead that was hugged by the bones in the coffin just now left the coffin at some point, hovering around the cloud of smoke.

Fu Tong's knife showed no mercy at all, piercing through the monster's wings in the smoke, and nailing it to the ground directly. At the same time as the shriek sounded, the black smoke surrounding the monster began to slowly dissipate.

Three minutes later, a black-haired monster emerged from the smoke, with red pupils and a sharp mouth, covered in black hairs. It looked a bit like a bat.

It lay there looking at Fu Tong, its red eyes were full of hatred, which made people shudder.

But Fu Tong's eyes were redder than it, and he couldn't see any emotion in them.

He walked to the side of the monster expressionlessly, held the handle of the knife and lifted it up and down. The left wing of the dementor instantly separated from the body and turned into a cloud of smoke.

It hurts, but before the scream was stuck in his throat, Fu Tong stabbed him again.

This time it's the right wing.

Immediately afterwards, the third knife, the fourth knife...the fifth knife, the sixth knife.

After six cuts, the monster's limbs and wings were cut off, and the dark red blood congealed around it, exuding an aura of death and ominousness.

Fu Tong lowered his eyes, and his voice was extremely light: "When I first saw the illusion, I actually planned to let you go. Those 240 years were the best time in Meng Qi's life, and Fu Tong was willing to spend his whole life to properly collect them. I am afraid that I will forget it, so you let it reappear in front of me, no matter what the purpose, I am somewhat grateful to you, but you should not let me see the 500 years behind, let alone They shouldn't be... put together."

His voice and emotions were too weak, and the knife stabbing the monster trembled accordingly. The scarlet eyes of the dementor were full of fear, but suddenly he heard Fu Tong laugh.

Very low, very heavy.

And extremely hoarse.

"What are you afraid of?" Fu Tong held the knife, and the sword slowly passed over the dementor's cheek, leaving a deep bone mark, "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt for too long. I tried it on others before. , a monster with a cultivation base of more than 2000 years, its flesh and blood were barely survived for three days after being stabbed by this knife, like you... just survived for half a day, not too long."

While speaking, the point of the knife was pointing down a little bit, and the dark red blood was accumulating more and more around it. The dementing ghost let out a shrill cry from his throat, unable to avoid it, and the panic and fear in his eyes grew more and more.

Fu Tong laughed slowly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and asked softly, "Is it painful?"

Another knife: "Is it suffering?"

"Look at your past, and look at your present appearance, how do you feel?"

"I really feel sorry for you, too."

With one knife and one sentence, he actually returned all the words that the dementor had said before.

Fu Tong was in a bad mood. He knew that if the monster in front of him hadn't said the last sentence, he would have been bewitched just now.

It said that Meng Qi was pitiful.

But Meng Qi has waited on Longxun Mountain for more than 500 years, no matter how difficult it was, he never felt sorry for himself.

He doesn't feel it himself.

Naturally, it is not the turn of others to be pitiful.

The speed of falling the knife became faster and faster each time, and the bloody smell around gradually became stronger.

After the soul-destroying ghost could no longer see any place where the knife could be stabbed, Fu Tong stopped the knife, his eyes slowly shifted to the pale white bead that fell next to it, and he laughed hoarsely: "I almost forgot, I still have a knife." have it."

The dementor's pupils shrank suddenly, and he didn't move much when he was Ling Chi just now, but now he suddenly struggled, his claws hooked outwards, trying to hug the bead.

Fu Tong also knew the reason.

This white bead is actually the ghost egg of the dementor. As long as it is not destroyed, the monster in front of him can be reborn, and those dementors will continue to appear in Longdu continuously.

Destroy it and it's over.

Fu Tong ignored the monster's struggle, raised his knife and slashed at the bead. When there were less than ten centimeters left, the Soul Eater screamed ferociously. Thick smoke came out of the blood and surrounded the bead, and white light came from the bead. The moment the beads were entwined, two pictures spliced ​​together suddenly appeared in front of Fu Tong's eyes.

The first picture shows him waiting on the top of Longxun Mountain.

The other picture is a blood-stained dragon sleeping at the bottom of Longxun Mountain.

Fu Tong's hand stopped suddenly, the redness in his eyes spread from the pupils to the whites of the eyes in an instant, before he had time to think deeply, countless feelings lingered in his heart, and he couldn't control his emotions at all.

Splitting headache.

Affected by his emotions, the Qianyuan knife kept vibrating and making a buzzing sound. Fu Tong held it, looked at the monster with red eyes, raised the knife, and dropped it.

A knife.

Two knives.

Three knives.

……

Every cut was bloody and fleshy, but it just avoided the vital points, giving the monster some room to linger.

This is a massacre.

In fact, Fu Tong is still that warm and soft little cub at the beginning. He never did such a thing when he was the most ruthless, but now, the tyrannical desire in his heart has risen to the extreme. The monster was utterly devastated.

After dozens of knives, the dementor lay there stiffly, his translucent eyes slowly closing.

Fu Tong lowered his eyes, this time the tip of the knife was aimed at its heart.

The knife was raised, but this time it failed to drop.

The wrist was held by a pair of warm hands, and a deep voice rang in the ear: "It is offering blood sacrifice to that ghost egg, it cannot be killed, otherwise the Yuanyuan ghost will not leave."

It's Fu Qianyuan.

He had been following Fu Tong at first, but someone set up a teleportation barrier in the tomb. The person who set up the barrier was no worse than him. The division is also trapped there.

Come back again, the tomb has become like this.

Fu Qianyuan looked at Fu Tong with a very soft voice, but for the current Fu Tong, it could only make him lose control even more.

The red in Fu Tong's eyes suddenly became more intense, and a low and hoarse laugh came out of his throat, without saying anything, the black knife changed direction in his hand, and stabbed directly at Fu Qianyuan's heart.

Fu Qianyuan could dodge, but he didn't.

"laugh--"

The sword pierced into the flesh, and the blood gushed out, leaving deeper marks on the black silk.

Rao She and Fan Xiu were shocked behind the scenes: "Boss!"

Fu Qianyuan shook his head to signal them not to come over, his eyes were deeply fixed on Fu Tong, but his voice was softer than cotton: "Zai Zai, don't be sad, don't be afraid, just look at me."

Fu Tong raised his head slowly.

When Rao She and Fan Xiu saw it, they couldn't help being stunned.

Fu Tong wouldn't know how intimidating he looks now.

His eyes were red, and he stood there with a knife in his hand, expressionless, cold, as if the people in front of him were ants in his eyes.

Although Fan Xiu and Rao She haven't known him for a long time, they also know that Fu Tong is not as fierce or unreasonable as the rumors said. When they suddenly saw him like this, they were a little scared at first, and then a little panicked. .

How to do?

The two looked at Fu Qianyuan together, but the latter didn't look at them, and looked at Fu Tong for a moment. Fu Tong was not affected by the bead and lost his mind, but he felt very sad and wanted to vent. Do everything by instinct.

But now seeing the blood on Fu Qianyuan's heart, not only did he not feel relieved, but even worse.

The redness in Fu Tong's eyes slowly receded, and he returned to his usual appearance, standing there silently, his face was pale, and his fingers kept trembling.

Fu Qianyuan reached out to hold his finger, his voice was still gentle: "It's okay, shall we go home?"

Fu Tong's eyes still stopped at his heart.

Fu Qianyuan's brows and eyes softened, and his hand lightly brushed over the wound where Qianyuan's knife fell, and it immediately recovered, even the cracks in his clothes disappeared.

While doing this, his eyes never left Fu Tong's body, and he naturally saw the imperceptible haste and panic in the eyes of the cub in front of him.

Fu Qianyuan had only seen such emotions when he first met him.

Fu Qianyuan's heart suddenly ached, and before he had time to think about anything else, he reached out and hugged him, probably because he felt too uncomfortable. Although Fu Tong didn't respond, he didn't run away either. He closed his eyes tiredly, and let him hold him like that. , There was no sound for a long time.

Fu Qianyuan's movements were very gentle, like a child waking up from a nightmare, he patted his back lightly: "It's all over, are you tired? If you are tired, go to sleep... Don't worry about other things, I will will take you home."

As he spoke, he slowly gathered warm light in his palm, and slowly melted into Fu Tong's body with soothing movements. Fu Tong was emotionally unstable before, but after relaxing, he felt tired and gradually fell asleep.

Rao She and Fan Xiu breathed a sigh of relief over there, and asked angrily, "Boss, what should we do here?"

Fu Qianyuan looked around, and said in a deep voice: "Refill the grave, affix the concealment talisman, seal the ghost and ghost eggs separately and take them back, cremate the bones, that memorial tablet..."

He paused: "Take it first."

After speaking, he raised his hand, and a white barrier surrounded the ghost eggs and dementors on the ground to ensure that they would not weave any phantom dementors.

The boss is reliable!

Fan Xiu and Rao She looked at each other, without any objection to this, and did things according to the boss's words.

But Qian Yuan didn't wait inside, and left the tomb first with Fu Tong in his arms.

At night, the mountain breeze is slightly cool, and insects are singing everywhere.

Fu Qianyuan lowered his eyes, and after his eyes stayed on Fu Tong's face for a while, he slowly lowered his head, and kissed his forehead cautiously and cherishingly.

Fu Tong was disturbed in his sleep and frowned quietly, but he didn't wake up and soon fell asleep again.

Fu Qianyuan held him steady and smiled gently.

The author has something to say: Fu Qianyuan: "I can only sneak a kiss while Zai Zai is asleep, but I am still very happy."

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