Heaven is fearless

The ghost king looked at him contemptuously, and lifted up his wide sleeves without haste, revealing a pair of well-proportioned hands, with white flesh covering the thin and beautiful bones, and light blue blood vessels faintly visible.

He didn't intend to continue talking, and raised one corner of his mouth slightly towards Yuan Hua, showing a somewhat cruel and ferocious smile: "Okay, if you can talk like that, should it be my turn to say something? "

Yuan Hua just stared at him, he knew that Mr. Xiyi would probably not reveal anything more, but luck still made him refuse to give up that little hope.

"But you know that I'm not a person who likes to talk nonsense. Master's love for you has always been expressed in actions."

Speaking hypocritically with a sincere tone, the Ghost King in Xuanyi had already raised his fist and greeted Yuan Hua viciously.

As the young master of ghosts, Yuan Hua has always been vengeful, but only when facing his master, this kind of vengeance seems particularly stupid.

In the ghost where the strong are respected, Xi Yi beats him if he wants to beat him. Yuanhua can't resist. He resisted a few times at the beginning and was beaten even worse. After that, he learned to be smart, and he was beaten when he was beaten. Anyway Xi Yi will always be measured in his actions, and it will be fine if he goes back and cultivates for a few years.

But this time... Yuan Hua felt that it would be impossible for him not to resist.

Mr. Xiyi, it seems that new and old hatreds are added together to collect principal and interest!

The ghost king's right hand turned into sharp claws and pierced Yuanhua's abdomen, stirred it twice, and shattered part of the soul body. , smiled and said: "Playing tricks in front of me? Want to sneak attack?"

Yuan Hua also laughed, dark blue venom dripped from his fingertips, and flicked Mr. Xiyi in the face unambiguously: "I hope Master will accept this little gift from my disciple."

The big black sleeve rolled up in front of him, absorbing the flower-like venom of the celestial girl, but the red-clothed ghost was no longer in sight. Mr. Xiyi touched his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and let out a brisk "da", There was an icy chill on his shoulders.

Yuan Hua, who just touched his shoulder, felt that the person under his hand suddenly turned into a soft and boneless dough. The moment he touched the other person, the person turned into a soft phantom with a bang, and went straight to him. Slippery slipped to the ground, turning into a flat shadow as it slid.

Yuan Hua raised one eyebrow, and quickly dispersed his figure into thin smoke. Before he could get out of the Wangchuan Terrace, he lazily blocked the cloud of smoke with one hand, and inserted five slender and powerful fingers into the smoke. After a few random stirs, he pulled it back as if grabbing a piece of cloth, and the black-haired red-clothed fierce ghost once again solidified in the void, and was pulled in front of Mr. Xiyi with his neck tied.

"Hey, I told you not to use any tricks in front of me. Why can't I teach you?"

The glamorous ghost king looked very distressed when he said this, as if he really wondered why his apprentice was so stupid, and was genuinely worried about it.

Yuan Hua, who was strangled by the neck, had unusually bright eyes, coughed intermittently, and laughed at the same time: "The method is old-fashioned... as long as it works..."

Hearing this, Mr. Xi Yi suddenly threw him aside and stared at his hand, that white and slender hand was covered with a very faint green aura, which was spreading rapidly towards his wrist.

"You put the refined poison on your soul body?" Mr. Xiyi looked at his hands over and over again, and instead of being afraid, he commented enthusiastically, "It's a good way, because I like to grab your soul with bare hands." That's why I was recruited... What if I face other guys who use artifacts?"

After Yuan Hua was thrown out, he simply lay on the ground. The shattered internal organs in his throat were rapidly reunited and condensed under the action of ghost energy. He swallowed the soft flesh and blood that rushed to his throat, and sat down slowly Get up, and answer seriously: "You don't need to poison others, just chop their souls before they take out the magic weapon."

- Besides, there are still people.

Yuan Hua thought so in his heart.

Seeing that Mr. Xiyi was still observing his poisoned hand with great interest, he couldn't help but frowned. The poison is so strong that even the ghost king can be hurt, but the effect is slow, and he doesn't believe that Xiyi can't get rid of the poison. , What does it mean that you can't see anything at this moment?

Then Mr. Xiyi smiled and raised his hand, announcing briskly: "Oh, I'm poisoned. The poison is so strong that I can't get rid of it. I have to ask the witch master to do it!"

Yuan Hua sat on the ground: ...?

The Ghost King rushing down the Wangchuan Terrace with one hand raised was like a naughty child who was finally sick and could play truant, while Yuan Hua, who was beaten by the poisoned Ghost King until his viscera were shattered and unable to move, looked at him. His back was stunned for a moment.

Xi Yi couldn't be too happy, thanks to Yuan Hua, he finally found a way to get online with the witch master!Wouldn't it be great to hand over the little mute to the shaman, and let the shaman come forward and hand it over to the Buddha!

He was thinking happily, and he raised one hand artificially and swaggered through the market, wishing that everyone would see that he was poisoned and died soon.

Like a gust of wind, it was drawn into the courtyard, and the fiery red immortal flowers spread all over the ground in an instant. The child who had been changed into clean clothes by the ghost woman was staring at the grass on the porch with his baby-fat face upturned.

Probably couldn't find suitable clothes in a hurry, the ghost girl's clothes for the child were several sizes too big, the overly long sleeves were rolled up several times and hung loosely on the elbows, revealing thin wrists and hidden under the clothes. scars.

"Little mute! I'll take you to see a beauty!" In the sky and on earth, there is only about one person who is willing to let the king of ghosts call her a beauty.

But the child sitting on the steps remained motionless, still staring at the thin grass leaves under his feet in a daze.

"Little mute?" Xi Yi's voice was not low, just now even the ghost girl in the house heard that sound, but the child on the steps in front of the door didn't hear it, it was really weird.

Xi Yi's expression slowly sank, he faintly sensed that something was wrong, he stepped in front of the child a few steps, and when he got close, the child with his head down didn't realize that someone was approaching, he raised his head and looked over in a daze, seeing It was Xi Yi, and she showed a clear and joyful smile.

In the twilight, the eyes with flowing golden sand appeared from under the long eyelashes, and he smiled like a slender and holy son of a god.

He was delighted from the bottom of his heart when he saw Xiyi, his feelings were sincere and frank like warm water, open and frank, without the slightest gloomyness, but the ghost king in black clothes seemed to have not seen his beautiful and cute smiling face, he raised his hand and squeezed He grabbed the top of the child's head, twisted it easily so that his ear was facing him, and then said coldly to his ear: "I am the most beautiful in the world."

In the end, he turned his head coldly back to face himself, looked into those golden eyes, and asked unhurriedly, "What did I just say into your ear?"

He stared carefully at the other person's eyes this time, and saw that the child had been staring at his mouth when he was speaking, and he understood a little bit in his heart, and the blankness in those bright eyes confirmed him. guess.

But he was still unwilling to give up, and once again raised his hand to tap the child's forehead, and conveyed his consciousness as if passing a voice in the River of Forgetfulness: "Little mute, can you hear what I said?"

At this time, he still remembered that he was carrying Yuanhua's poison in his left hand, so the hand he stretched out was his right hand.

The child sat there, quietly pursing his lips and smiling at Xi Yi, with the daze in his eyes that he tried his best to hide.

"...you can't hear me."

This is not a question.

And Xi Yi was sure that when he fished the child out of the River of Forgetfulness, the other party could still hear his voice.

This is by no means a natural disease.

The Ghost King in Xuanyi shot like lightning, and before the child could react, two fingers stuck to his throat like lightning, then wiped his cheekbones, and walked around the ears and the back of the head lightly and quickly , During this period, there was a small ghostly hesitation, which was about to be withdrawn at the touch of a button. The child opened his big eyes, and saw the man squatting in front of him suddenly have an extremely ugly expression.

The wind is rustling all around, and most of the ghosts cannot condense into entities. They wander around in various places of the ghosts, making mournful cries of unknown meaning. The child with clear eyes was silent in his heart, he couldn't hear the sad ghost cry, nor could he hear the rustling of grass leaves.

He couldn't hear or speak, like a delicate glazed doll, he could only open his beautiful big eyes, looking at Xiyi and smiling.

The ghost king in black clothes and black hair occupies all the eyes of the little child. The ghosts do not have bright moons and stars, but he is very sensitive to time when he is young. It will soon be the night of the fifth day. Ushering in the darkness, this kind of darkness repeats itself, and he has no resistance to it, but this time, he has a small extravagant wish.

It would be great if I could keep watching this person until then.

In that case, even if you sink into the darkness, you won't be afraid.

Xi Yi put down the hand that had touched the child's facial features, his expression was serious, and it was somewhat different from what he expected. The child's speechlessness was not caused by some natural disease or medicine, but more like being deprived of "concepts".

To use a metaphor, if the child is a character in a story, his throat and ears are fully functional, but the person who wrote this character defines him as "you can't speak" "you can't hear ", then no matter what method he uses, he can't say a word, even if he puts his consciousness into his mind, he can't hear a sound.

Who can do this?

Depriving the "concept" of such things, he thought about it, surveyed the sky and the earth, and was shocked to find that the most qualified person should be himself.

——Besides the way of heaven, who can deprive the illusory and ethereal "concept"?

This is the authority attributed to God.

Xi Yi's expression froze completely.

Different from the anger he had acted out in the past, his anger this time was calm and scorching.

Someone actually stole the authority of heaven? !

How dare someone dare to challenge the dignity of heaven? !

——The supreme way of heaven was offended by ants.

In the extreme rage, he calmed down instead, and all the disguised humanity was stripped from him.

The corpse of the ancient dragon that had been dead for tens of thousands of years roared in the void, the huge phoenix neighed with its eyes lit with will-o'-the-wisps, Kunpeng's body collapsed inch by inch, and the turbulent flow of time was sharp and invisible like a knife.

A vortex that has not been seen for thousands of years surged at the bottom of the Forgotten River, and countless ghost corpses were sucked into the blade-like vortex and turned into powder; huge waves hundreds of feet high rolled up in the depths of the sea; The torrential rain caused a torrential flood, and the sky was starved for a moment, while the world starved to death everywhere in the wilderness, and the cries of the refugees who had left their homes shook the sky; The snow that slid down from the sky was uncertain; the Demon Realm accelerated the process of separating from the sea under the turmoil, and the young Demon Lord stood on the Demon Palace and looked at the gradually clear sky...

People say that the Son of Heaven lays down millions of corpses in one rage, what if the sky is angry?

This kind of anger quickly calmed down and turned into ice-like calmness. The law sensed the wrath of Heavenly Dao, hovered beside him, smoothed out the time on the child, and pulled out a strange twisted long transparent belt—— ——This is a timeline of life, with its past and future engraved on it. Even the laws cannot extract the timeline at will. The world is incomplete. Whether it is the law or the way of heaven, their abilities are greatly restricted , otherwise it would be impossible for the authority to be stolen and concealed until now.

"...His time is very strange..." Law hurriedly read the life of the child, the timeline opened, and this life entered Law's sight from the moment the soul was formed, a smile, a cry, and a chance sight The colors of the grass and trees, the warblers falling on the branches and treetops...

Even things that the owner of the timeline has long forgotten will be faithfully recorded on it.

The more the law looked at it, the more astonished it became: "This is impossible..."

Tiandao didn't lean over to look, but just stood aside calmly and waited for a conclusion.

Pulling away from the timeline requires a huge amount of energy. In other complete worlds, the law can randomly draw the timeline as a zipper, but here, the law has to send this spinning belt back to the child after a cursory look. in vivo.

"His time... is distorted." The law said, "Very distorted."

Tiandao looked at it: "How to say?"

The law said: "His time is a closed loop, like a set program, he is always trapped within seven days, he is born on the first day, grows up on the second day, gradually loses the five senses from the third day, and gradually loses his five senses by the sixth day. The sky disappears together with the thinking, completely becomes a puppet without consciousness, dies on the seventh day, and then... is born again."

It said slowly: "He has only seven days to live."

The child with clear and gentle eyes suddenly took a quick breath when he saw the ghost king in front of him, and the meaning in his gaze was complicated.

"Since he was born, who is his mother?"

Law thought for a while: "His birth and death are the same as his hearing, they are all given 'concepts', and they are not really born again from the mother's womb. For him, it should be 'resurrection' and 'death' Resurrection'... such a process, he has no memory of the previous seven days, probably only some familiarity of having experienced such a thing, and he was placed in a small room to be taken care of by his servants after birth..."

"I drew the scene when he was born. The woman who gave birth to him was the ghost girl of Yingzhou."

The ghost king in Xuanyi suddenly raised his head, dispelled the poison on his left hand, picked up the child who was silent but smiled shyly, and asked Law in his mind: "What day is today?"

The question was endless, but Law immediately understood, and quickly replied: "The fifth day should be almost over, and he will soon lose sight."

The glamorous ghost king seemed to have a layer of frost on his face. He gritted his teeth and laughed in a low voice: "Very well, let's go and see who that daring lunatic is."