Heaven is fearless

Xi Yi casually tore off the satin on the fence, wrapped the ragged child tightly from head to toe like a piglet, and finally stretched out two fingers to hold the two ends of the satin with ease. At the end, he carried the child in his hands like a bag.

Compared with the weight that a normal eight-year-old child should have, the future Buddha in Xiyi's hands is horribly thinner. He seems to be holding a handful of thin bones and a layer of skin, and he doesn't even feel the weight of his hands.

The ghost king in Xuanyi was carelessly carrying a child, his movements were not gentle at all, but rough to a certain extent, this movement was no different from that of a butcher carrying a piggy waiting to be slaughtered.

This posture should be very uncomfortable for the wrapped child, but he didn't show any dissatisfaction all the way, his body was curled up in the satin obediently, and his hands were wrapped around his body by Xi Yi hastily. , He didn't try to break free or adjust his posture, but quietly let Xiyi dangle in the air with his eyes lowered.

This temper...

It really has the demeanor of a great monk.

Xi Yi thought so in her heart, and her expression became visibly unhappy again.

The little piglet rolled up in the bundle sensitively sensed that the butcher was in a mood of hesitation. A pair of long eyelash brushes like pigeon feathers were pulled open, and his clear and peaceful eyes looked at Xiyi. Spots of light were flickering, bright and worrying.

what happened to you?

He didn't speak, but just a glance made people aware of what he wanted to say.

Xi Yi pursed his lips and snorted twice, and after a while he asked slowly, "Are you comfortable?"

The little mute didn't understand the meaning of Xi Yi's question. He paused for two seconds, nodded, and then shook his head hesitantly and sincerely.

Xi Yi laughed angrily at his nodding and shaking his head, loosened his hand, and the child, who was less than two feet off the ground, landed on his buttocks on the soft undead flower. The pain was not painful, but he was still in a daze for a while. , and then looked at Xiyi with big doubtful eyes, obviously not understanding why he didn't take him away.

The dark-haired Li Gui tilted his head to look at him, saw that after he was thrown down by him, he just stared at him with wide eyes and ignorantly, his expression became more irritable, he squatted down with his robe corners, and poked his limp Face: "Hey, little dumb, are you stupid?"

The child looked at him, thought seriously for two seconds, and then shook his head.

Seeing that he had really thought about this question, Xi Yi took a deep breath, a little speechless, and suddenly moved his face in front of him, his cold breath hit the child's face, and he heard the man say in a deep voice: "I was talking bad about you just now! You should scold me back... Oh, by the way, you can't speak, tsk."

Xi Yi was angry for a while, as if he had bitten a mouthful of Coptis chinensis, the child still looked at him quietly, not displeased at all by mentioning his dumb disease, although Xi Yi was a little doubtful whether he knew what it was or not. Angry: "If you're not feeling well, just tell me, I've fed you so many pills, if you die, wouldn't it be a big loss for me?"

The child looked at him half-understood, Xi Yi didn't know if he listened, frowned and stared at him for a while, with a disgusted expression on his face, murmured and wrapped him up again, this time his movements were still the same. It's rough, but it doesn't touch the child's bruises from beginning to end.

The child who was wrapped up and picked up again didn’t look like a piglet this time. If I had to say it… Xiyi racked his brains for a while, and finally remembered what the little mute looked like now—probably more like a vegetable basket And the aunt who went to the street to buy vegetables with a vegetable basket.

——Whether in life or after death, the dignified ghost king has never suffered such humiliation!

"Little dumb, I've lost all face because of you." Mr. Xi Yi had a gloomy face. Despite such a murderous expression, a beauty is a beauty, and an angry beauty is gorgeous, but...prettier up.

"Vegetable Basket" obviously didn't understand Xiyi's sudden accusation, but he would not argue, instead he nodded obediently, keeping Xiyi's words in his heart.

Xi Yi has a bad and conceited personality. He will never think that it is wrong for an adult to bully a child. On the contrary, he will try his best to bully this child because he is so easy to bully now. He must bully him enough. good.

This point, the child being carried by him has not noticed it yet, but he will know it soon.

But it's useless to know, a child who grew up in a ghost and possessed a pure and unsullied inborn Buddha's heart, recognized the truth of death more than most people in the world.

He "sees" that Xi Yi is a good person, so he is obediently bullied by Xi Yi over and over again, which makes Yuan Hua feel quite unbelievable.

Seeing the ghost king in Xuanyi going back and forth on the Wangchuan Terrace, the ghost girls with pale complexions surrounded him one after another: "Your Majesty! Just now Wangchuan..."

On the Wangchuan Terrace, most of the Wangchuan River can be clearly seen. Just now, the Wangchuan River freezes, and it is clearly reflected in the eyes of the ghost girls. In addition, the ghost king’s ghost roar spreads throughout the ghosts. Wangchuan Terrace belongs to the ghost king’s residence, so The ghost girls were not affected, but the scene of tens of thousands of ghosts flocking to Wangchuan mightily, even the most ambitious ghost girls couldn't stand it.

They gathered around and were about to ask what happened just now, when they noticed the nondescript posture of the ghost king who always pays attention to his appearance.

——Like an aunt shopping in the morning market with a basket of vegetables.

The ghost girls with mortal memories thought of it in unison.

Their gazes became weird at the same time, and after the "vegetable basket" moved, revealing the face of a cute child of Yuxue, the weirdness reached its peak.

They looked at the child's face, then at the Ghost King's face, and after hesitating over and over again, they secretly exchanged glances with each other.

Fangcai Junshang suddenly left in a rage, raised his hand in a big gesture of freezing Wangchuan, and when he came back, he had a child in his hand, although the appearance was not very similar, but... what if?

Who the hell sneaked up in front of them and climbed into Junshang's bed, not to mention, even gave birth to the child? !

Xi Yi could tell what these nonchalant ghost girls were thinking at a glance, he frowned, he couldn't understand their thoughts: "He is so ugly, how is he like me?"

The ghost girls looked at him inexplicably, Your Majesty, in your eyes, any animal with two eyes and one nose that walks upright is ugly...

—except yourself.

However, Mr. Xiyi's words made them regain their indifferent faces. Sure enough, it is impossible for such a monarch to have a ghost girl climb into his bed. Then what happened to this child?

Xi Yi lazily raised her hand, and the package in her hand naturally swayed half a circle in the air, and all the ghost girls saw the delicate-looking child clearly: "Little dumb, I picked it up!"

The glamorous ghost king in Xuanyi, as if he had done something extraordinary, proudly pointed his other finger at the child, his tone full of smug complacency.

This sentence pattern of picking up a cat and a dog made the expressions of all the ghost girls unspeakable, and it took a long time for the ghost girl to come forward to pick up the thin child.

The silent child didn't have the slightest will to resist. His body was embraced by the ghost girl, and he stretched out his hand jerky and obediently to put it on the ghost girl's neck, so that she could hug herself more easily.

The ghost girl was holding the child, and suddenly remembered something: "Your Majesty, Young Master is waiting for you, it seems to be something."

The childish complacency just now disappeared, and the man in the childish skin returned to his expressionless and glamorous expression: "Let him wait."

The ghost girl smiled and bowed and retreated, and soon there was only the ghost king left on the Wangchuan stage. The next moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew up, and behind the ghost king was a young man in red with black hair.

The atmosphere was suddenly tense, and neither of them had the intention to speak. The endless ghosts in the audience were still winding forward, and they were going to wind to the invisible end of the sky.

"Master, where did you go just now? This apprentice has been waiting for you for a long time." The ghost in red asked with a smile, his tone was extremely gentle, as if casually gossip.

Mr. Xi Yi didn't even turn his head, and didn't intend to answer his question: "I don't care about your business, and you don't have to act like this, just say what you have to say."

Yuan Hua was still smiling, and didn't care about Mr. Xiyi's indifference: "Oh...it's like this. I went out for a while these few days, and accidentally went to the extreme east, and I was lucky enough to meet the man from Dangerous Building. .If you don't say that he is a man in the sky in a dangerous building, he is unique in style and is the best in the world, so he can be called—"

Mr. Xiyi faintly felt something was wrong, was he asking him for information about the Witch Master?That Yuanhua really made the wrong idea, and this unscrupulous apprentice had ruined his reputation by talking nonsense in the dangerous building before, so it happened to be cleaned up this time!

There was a fierce look in the ghost king's eyes, and Yuan Hua changed the subject suddenly, and asked abruptly, "Who is that child?"

Ok? !

Jun Xiyi couldn't react for a while, and his expression showed a bit of astonishment, and Yuan Hua, who was staring at him closely, caught the eyes.

Yuan Hua, who calmed down, lived up to the title of the son of luck. He had no intention of prying out the witch master from the mouth of the ghost king with these two sentences. It would be more effective to go in a detour. , and saw the big movement of the ghost king on Wangchuan.

Unlike those ghost girls who were only surprised by the freezing of the Forgotten River, Yuan Hua, as the young master of ghosts and the future king of ghosts, knows what Lord Xiyi has done better than anyone else.

He used hundreds of thousands of innocent ghosts as materials to freeze a section of Wangchuan water, but killing hundreds of thousands of ghosts in one fell swoop was enough to burden him with endless karma and be rejected by heaven.

Why did he do this all of a sudden?

Yuan Hua didn't feel much about his massacre of hundreds of thousands of lonely souls, but was surprised by the reason why Mr. Xi Yi did so.

He knows his master very well, he looks friendly and easy to get along with, and sometimes seems a bit stupid, but Li Gui is a Li Gui after all, and Li Gui who can become the King of Ghosts is so easy to get along with ?

His master, under the glamorous and arrogant skin, has a heart as hard and cold as a stone, with a cruel and fierce heart, and the cunning, suspicious, and paranoid like a ghost.

Only such a person can just kill hundreds of thousands of innocent ghosts on the front foot, and then laugh and chat with the ghost girl on the back foot as if nothing had happened.

Yuan Hua thought, the problem must be with that child.

How could an ordinary child pay such a high price to save him?

This question also popped up in Mr. Xiyi's head at the same time.

——He was preoccupied with saving people, but he never expected to find a reason why he saved people after saving people.

Why does the ghost king want to save a child he has never met?

If this reason doesn't work out...

The avatar whose rationality was questioned would collapse on the spot.

In order to save Mr. Xiyi's life, Tiandao was silent for a while, and now it seems that only the witch master who has no plans to save him can save him... After thinking about it for a long time, he took the pot that Yuan Hua handed over to him with tears in his eyes, and buckled it for himself. .

The ghost king with black hair and dark clothes turned his face slightly, his red and strange lips slowly raised, his smiling lips curved like a blade, when he looked at Yuan Hua, the other party seemed to return to himself in a trance The weak years when I was still a mortal.

——That day when he looked at this man walking by in the street market, he was horrified by the deep hell in the other's eyes, his hands and feet became cold and his body became stiff. After many years, he felt this horror again.

This time, he was not afraid, but excited because he touched some kind of secret.

"You should understand the truth about being entrusted by others to be loyal to others, right?" Mr. Xiyi's voice was extremely soft, with the murderous intent of "don't go out straight away if you ask me again", but if Yuan Hua If he was the kind of guy whose legs were weak when he was threatened, he would have died on the territory of the Beirong people long ago.

Therefore, instead of retreating, the red-clothed ghost advanced, bowed his head humbly, and sent the question to Mr. Xiyi without any compromise: "Who entrusted it, and whose business is it? Is it the person from the sky in Dangerous Building? "

As soon as he uttered the last word, a strong force hit his waist, kicking him two feet away, almost rolling down the Wangchuan Terrace.

Yuan Hua, who was kicked out like a torn sack, rolled twice on the ground, curled up and coughed twice, spat out small blood foam, and smiled triumphantly: "Master cares about the witch master? It was love at first sight, and I was just thinking about how to please my sweetheart, Master will never see his disciple suffering from lovesickness and cannot be relieved, right?"

Another stronger and heavier force hit Yuan Hua's shoulder and back, and he flew upside down for a long distance, slamming hard on the bluestone wall, and then stepped on his chest with one foot.

"Do you like him? How dare you have such a thought? How dare you—a dirty, vile, filthy thing, cowardly and incompetent, something that can be crushed by me and crawl in the mud of ghosts? Do you like it?"

After removing the almost harmless smile, the cold and gloomy ghostly aura lingered under the aggressive and sharp beauty. The ghost king taunted Yuanhua viciously, lowered his body and asked coldly: "Why, Scared out of your wits?"

Yuan Hua was trampled under his feet, and he didn't intend to resist. He exhaled bloody breath, smiled slyly, and said lightly: "But he doesn't remember you at all."

The ghost king's expression suddenly changed.

If it was said that there was still a bit of controlled sarcasm just now, this time there was really a sharp chill in his eyes, and the eyes that looked at Yuan Hua were full of inorganic evaluation.

"What did you do to prolong his life?" Yuan Hua refused to give up, throwing another big thunder.

The witch masters of all dynasties lived short lives. The more talented they were, the shorter their lifespan. It is said that Tianheng Xingjun is the most amazing and brilliant witch master in the history of the witch clan. Then why can he live for so long?

Even if he is bedridden all year round, he is still alive!

The Wu people seem to have no idea why, so who will know the truth of this matter?

When mentioning things related to the lifespan of the soul, the first thing Yuanhua thought of was the ghost king.

In the whole world, except for this ghost king who is in charge of the place behind him, who else can control a person's life and death?

Wasn't that how he was dragged out of death by the ghost king back then?

Besides... besides, the prince's soul can't be found in the ghosts, unless this person is not dead, how can it be impossible to find it!

He didn't stop, and said vigorously: "What did you do? Split his soul, let him reincarnate, and deceive the reincarnation of heaven? The prince of Great Wei, the prince of Great Wei... Shao Tianheng, is it him?"

When he said the last sentence, his voice trembled slightly, he was staring into Mr. Xiyi's eyes, maybe he didn't realize it himself, his expression now looks like a worried child.

Lord Xiyi looked at him condescendingly, his long eyelashes blocked the emotion in his eyes, after a while, he heard Ghost King sneer coldly: "Who knows."

The author has something to say: Ghost King: ...Damn, I can't make it through, the witch master lends me some use [Tears to accept the pot]

Yuan Hua: Sure enough!I knew you were having trouble with him!

Ghost King: Although I took the blame, you kid can't escape a beating!