Heaven is fearless

Through the mouth of the ghost king, Yuanhua was given the order to return to the ghost creature. Unexpectedly and expected, Yuanhua had no intention of obeying the order at all.

Li Gui, who was indulging in the illusion of the past, began to ponder the relationship between the ghost king and the witch master who had been sick all year round.

In any case, it is too unreasonable for the ghost king who ignores everything to send a sound transmission to warn him just because he appeared in a dangerous building.

What's more... How did he know that he was in a dangerous building?

Yuan Hua never believed that the ghost king cared about him, so he searched for his location. In his mind, it must be the channel through which the witch master and the ghost king had privately communicated, and told the ghost king that he had arrived in a dangerous building.

...doesn't that sound more interesting?

The red-clothed Li Gui bowed his head and laughed sullenly, while Tu Zhao beside him felt hairy all over his body hearing his laughter.

It's not because the laughter is scary or murderous or something, it's simply because there is some inhuman quality in the laughter, which normal-thinking humans can't understand and can't be understood by lunatics.

Sitting behind the curtain, Tian Heng listened to this strange laughter, and suddenly felt so clearly for the first time that the shy and energetic Chu Zhang who trusted Prince Shao Tianheng wholeheartedly in the past probably really couldn't come back.

Curled up in that familiar body is just a ghost who is insane and obsessed with dreams.

Tian Heng refreshed his understanding of Yuan Hua in his heart, but other than that, he didn't have any soft and loving emotions.

It sounds a bit ruthless to say, but if you want Tiandao to have the idea of ​​loving someone, this is a bit too difficult for others.

The Dao of Heaven loves the whole world equally, and pouring love on a specific individual will only lead to a disaster that destroys the entire world—as far as the law observes certain worlds, it will form a bond with a specific individual. Tiandao, who is a partner, cannot escape death in the end.

In Yougou's view, it was her high priest who sighed softly, with a gentle voice, but said something with a bit of meanness: "Although I am just a small priest of the Wu clan, such a hasty request is not enough. would embarrass me."

The Tianheng Xingjun in front of outsiders has always been very dignified and noble, which is very in line with the world's imagination of a witch lord who is out of the world.

Yuan Hua staggered and stood still, covering his head, shaking his head, with an uncertain smile on his face: "Ah, if this is the case, then don't bother the witch master—but if I, in the name of master, please ask the witch master When we meet next time, help me figure out the whereabouts of that person, I wonder if the witch master is willing?"

This is really ingenious.

Since you said that my trip was rash, then I will make an appointment for the next time, and even mention the name of the ghost king. Others who don't know the inside story may only think that Yuan Hua is borrowing the identity of the ghost king, but Tian Heng knows that he It was obviously trying to test the depth of love between the witch master and the ghost king.

If the friendship between the two is deep, then there is no need for the official saying "in the name of Master" at all. If the friendship is weak...then there is another explanation for the Ghost King's hasty voice transmission to Yuan Hua.

As expected of a person who had been an emperor, even if he was crazy, he naturally possessed the shrewd cunning of a fox.

Tian Heng understood Yuan Hua's temptation inside and outside the words, but he didn't intend to follow his idea at all.

The best way to deal with this kind of thoughtful little guy is to overturn the chessboard.

So the witch master seemed to smile, and said very coldly: "Of course the master of ghosts and creatures can be treated as a guest of honor in the witch clan, but he has to pay a respectful visit. Doesn't the name of a ghost king whom I have never met make me more distressed?"

Yuan Hua was stunned.

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't think of it. Hearing the meaning of the witch master's words, the other party had never met the ghost king?

This is completely different from the emotions shown by the ghost king.

Such a strange answer made Yuan Hua stop what he wanted to say, and turned his face slightly to the side to look at the empty star field in front of him.

Stars as bright as fine diamonds are inlaid on the velvety dark blue sky. Under the sky are endless mountains and rivers. Warblers jump lightly among the treetops, and flying swallows shuttle between the thatched eaves. This is a wonderful mountain scene. The picture only lacks the most important person in it.

After a brief silence, Tu Zhao raised his hand and respectfully bowed towards the void, saying, "Tai Su Sword Sect Tu Zhao has met Tianheng Xingjun, this trip is to welcome Xingjun to Kunlun, the whole sect is waiting for you." King Xing is here, when can we leave?"

After Tu Zhao finished speaking, the scenery of mountains, forests and countryside suddenly changed in front of him. The stars were still in place, but the treetop birds disappeared, replaced by a pavilion with a relic of the forest. There are piles of open books, agarwood is burning in the censer, the bamboo green curtain is half rolled, and a corner of the thick and noble dark purple robe falls from the couch to the ground, opening a line in this clean world. Gorgeous and luxurious color.

You Gou, who had led them in earlier, was standing by the bamboo couch and looking at him coldly, a small snake on his wrist hissed and spit out a message at him, and a cold light shone faintly from his black pupils.

Tu Zhao immediately understood who was in front of him, bowed his head slightly to show respect: "Tianheng Xingjun."

The man behind half the veil laughed, and his tone was brisk, completely different from the indifference he had faced Yuan Hua just now: "Yeah, your master and I have a good relationship, it's okay for you to call me uncle."

Yougou curled his lips unhappily, looking at Tu Zhao with more hostility, but he didn't say anything against it.

Tian Heng casually threw the volume of books he was holding onto the pile of books aside, and it quickly slid down from the high pile of books and fell to the ground.

Tu Zhao subconsciously wanted to pick up the book, and a pale and slender hand pushed aside the curtain that dragged the floor, revealing a face that looked like a flower of spring dawn behind the curtain.

There was a brisk smile in his eyes, and there was a calm, clear and refined air like a lotus in the sky in his brows, which was not so good-looking as a real person.

Tu Zhao was startled suddenly.

Looking at those eyes, the sense of familiarity that appeared several times before has reached its peak at this moment, breaking through the shackles of the plane of the picture scroll, and the face that I hastily stared at in the resplendent palace a few years ago merged with the person in front of me. One, to erase the ashes that time has sprinkled on the memory, revealing the past hidden under the clouds.

He remembered... when he went to the Shao Wei Dynasty, what was the name of the prince he met at that time?

The monk's memory was terrible, Tu Zhao didn't even have time to blink, and he remembered the prince's name accurately.

——Shao ​​Tianheng.

All kinds of wonderful coincidences made him a little unresponsive, and then he cast his eyes on Yuan Huajun in the distance. What kind of bird movement do you want to capture.

——Is the person painted on the picture scroll of his love as a treasure, Shao Tianheng, or the witch master?

According to common sense, it should be the witch master who is closely related to the cultivation world, but looking at the conversation between Yuan Hua and the witch master just now, the two obviously don't know each other.

If this is the case, how did the ghostly young master know the prince of a mortal dynasty hundreds of years ago?

He stared at Tianheng in a daze for a long time, Yougou stared at him unkindly, the little snake on his wrist was about to move, stretched its neck and swayed gently in mid-air.

Tian Heng also noticed Tu Zhao's sudden distraction. In his impression, this disciple had never been so rude, so he couldn't help teasing him, but if he knew what would happen next, Even if you kill him, you won't say those words.

"The way you look at me is very strange. Who are you looking at through me?"

Even if Tianheng Xingjun had a big brain, he would never have imagined that Tuzhao would have met Shao Tianheng, and this disciple also had an advantage that seemed irritating at the moment—honesty.

When elders ask questions, answer them honestly.

Adhering to such etiquette, Tu Zhao replied seriously: "I think of Shao Tianheng, the prince of the Shaowei Dynasty that was destroyed many years ago in the mortal world. He looks very similar to you."

Smiling Tianheng Xingjun: "?!"

Tu Zhao, who answered the question honestly, did not hold back his voice at all, and only after he finished speaking did he realize that something was wrong.

—It seems a little too quiet?

Yuan Hua, who raised his hand to catch the bird and let it fly, caught it back and let it fly again, heard a name engraved on his flesh and blood heart.

The warbler who was caught back and released again and again screamed and was about to be released again, but the hand that grabbed him suddenly increased his strength, and directly strangled the soft fluffy warbler to death in the palm of his hand. A cloud of dark purple aura spread out from his palm and merged into the air, forming a soft warbler with a bright red beak and soft fluff.

Yuan Hua didn't look at the resurrected warbler. He turned to Tu Zhao, who was thousands of miles away from him, with a pair of dark ghostly eyes, and repeated a few words in his mouth: "...very similar?"

Tian Heng, who was sitting on the couch with a smile, suddenly felt his eyes go dark.

Why did Tu Zhao know about Shao Tianheng!

Why did he talk too much to tease Tu Zhao!

Retribution!

If he knew this earlier, why would he bring in the incarnation of Xi Yi to make the situation more complicated!

What was even more unacceptable to him was yet to come.

Yuan Hua, who heard this sentence suddenly, didn't even have the intention to ask for proof. The eerie ghostly aura overflowed wildly from his body, and the phantoms of countless ghosts shrieked and loomed in the ghostly aura. The crazy and skyrocketing ghost aura It reached the peak in an instant, directly shattering the unsuspecting Tianheng's illusion.

Most of the mountains, rivers and forests have dissipated, the bamboo-green curtains are dragging softly on the ground, and the deep purple robes are winding over the bamboo couch. The person who was surprised by his sudden action is pressing the corner of the brocade quilt with one hand, and tilting his head slightly in surprise Look over here.

that face...that face...

Li Gui didn't need to breathe, but Yuan Hua felt the suffocation that he could only feel when he was a human being for the first time in a long time.

Her long black hair like crow's feathers falls on her thin shoulders, her pale complexion that stays indoors due to a long illness, and her unparalleled beauty as reflected by the bright moon.

The blood-stained face buried in the sand was suddenly erased, and the noble prince who was surrounded by splendor in the past reappeared in front of him after passing through the bloody battlefield and repeated nightmares countless times.

Yuan Hua's eyes widened. For a moment, he didn't know where he was.

Is it on a dangerous building in the far east where you can see the stars, or is it in the deep palace of the Shaowei Dynasty that has long since collapsed?

The man with the dark purple robe on his shoulders looked at him with alienated indifference in his eyes.

Yuan Hua laughed.

Indifference... He is too familiar with this kind of indifference, with dignity and arrogance, the indifference that belongs to His Royal Highness the prince who rejects people thousands of miles away.

but--

Shouldn't be here.

Before Tianheng Xingjun said anything, the ghostly aura around the ghostly young master, who was still laughing, suddenly surged again, thousands of fierce ghosts let out shrill screams, and the ten fingers of the evil ghost in red turned into sharp and poisonous ghost claws. They were all extremely hateful killing intent, which was stronger than when Cai Cai and Tu Zhao were fighting against each other just now. In an instant, dozens of inches of warm jade under their feet were frozen, and the ghost claws stabbed fiercely at the heart of the man on the couch!

The author has something to say: Tu Zhao [Uprightness]: I was thinking that you look exactly like that Shao Tianheng.

Smiling witch master:? ? ?

Yuan Hua:? ? ? 【go Ape】