Heaven is fearless

The wind of ghosts and ghosts and the never-ending cries of ghosts screamed all night long. Under the vast and dark sky, above the scarlet and turbid Wangchuan, a ghost in a red shirt sat on the corner of the cornice of Wangchuan Terrace, holding a piece of snow-white letter paper, and pointed it at the In the quasi-dark sky, I carefully deciphered each character.

There is no sun and moon in ghosts, and the undulating mounds are illuminated by a faint light source from nowhere. However, the aborigines living in ghosts do not need this light source. Ghosts have the ability to see in the dark, but most Ghosts will intentionally or unintentionally retain some living habits during their lifetime, just like Yuan Hua's actions at this moment.

Could it be that the ghostly young master can't read the words clearly, but he just wants to read the letter in front of the light, but in fact, such a little light is useless, he just wants to make such a gesture.

"...big, limited, general, to."

He put the last few words of the letter in his mouth, repeated them, and then sighed softly.

The pale fingers that belonged to Li Gui pinched the corner of the letter paper, and the high-altitude hunting cold wind rolled the letter paper and made a fine rubbing sound. torn.

The end of Tianheng Xingjun is approaching, so what will his master do?

——Of course, it is to use various means to continue the life of Tianheng Xingjun.

Then he can see if Tianheng Xingjun is his highness the crown prince.

Yuan Hua lowered his brows and eyes, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, slowly and carefully folded the paper back along the original creases, smoothed out the upper folds, and flicked the paper crane with his fingertips Putting his head in the palm of his hand and holding it up in front of him, he looked at it carefully for a moment, with a little regret and dissatisfaction in his eyes.

It's a pity that I have to give it to the master, otherwise it can be secretly withheld. He hasn't seen His Royal Highness origami crane yet.

Why don't you fold one yourself and give it to Master?

Yuan Hua was thinking about the fake thing loosely, with one hand he had honestly stuffed the paper crane with wilted wings into his sleeve, and while he was thinking about which ghost girl origami crane would look good, he lazily fell from mid-air.

The ghost king sleeping on the Wangchuan Terrace still maintained the same posture as when he left, leaning on the dark red pillar, and his sleeves as wide as clouds and ink were blown into various shapes in the wind. There is an enchantment, and Yuan Hua has to pass by him if he wants to leave. The red-clothed ghost tilted his head and thought for a while, then slowly floated away from the ground with his hands in his sleeves.

When he was halfway floating, he felt that his sleeve was caught by a heavy object, but where did the heavy object come from on Wangchuan Terrace?

Yuan Hua stood on the spot, thought for a while, didn't look back, pretended not to know anything, and pointed at his sleeves, the soft cloth fell to the ground, he was about to walk away, and his belt was caught by the heavy hand again. Things fell.

Yuan Hua: "..."

He wanted to cut off his belt, but he was sure that as long as he dared to cut off his belt, the education of love would come immediately.

"Have you finished reading it?" A light voice came from behind him, asking very patiently and gently.

Yuan Hua pondered for a while, and finally turned around, facing a beautiful, beautiful face with red lips, with an intoxicating smile on that face, he looked down, and saw the ghost king sticking out a hand from his large sleeve. A finger hooked casually on his belt.

The Ghost King whispered, "Who taught you to peek at my letter?"

He seemed to be extremely angry, but instead he smiled sweetly, and his tone of affection was like a whisper: "—Could it be your gentleman, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

Yuan Hua suddenly raised his eyes, and stared straight at Mr. Xi Yi for a long time. For a moment, his eyes unconsciously turned into a blackness as deep as a dry well. His ten fingers moved slightly, and a sharp strip popped out from his fingertips. Poisonous ghost claw.

Xi Yi glanced at his sleeve with a half-smile, obviously sensing the fluctuating ghost aura on his body, but the arrogant ghost king obviously didn't take this threat to heart.

Under his cold and mocking gaze, Yuan Hua seemed to pause for a moment, and quickly put away his ghostly aura, lowered his head humbly and obediently, and pulled the paper crane out of his sleeve. As soon as the snow-white paper crane showed its head, He fluttered his wings and stretched his neck towards Xiyi.

Yuan Hua let go of his fingers, and the paper crane staggered and flew onto Xi Yi's lap, closing its wings quietly and obediently.

The ghost king in Xuanyi did not dismantle the paper crane immediately. He lowered his head and stared at the slender-necked animal. For a moment, Yuan Hua seemed to see vague fear in his eyes.

--fear?Will the proud and willful ghost king who is not afraid of the sky and the earth have a day when he is afraid of something?

Mr. Xiyi looked at the paper crane that landed on his lap. He knew very well that his brother's body was not at the end of his life when he left, and there was no need to use the paper crane to send a message to him. He sent the letter in such a hurry?

When he left, Wei Lou was going to Kunlun. Although he didn't want to admit it, the sword cultivators in Kunlun Mountain were not bad, and they wouldn't have any problems walking sideways in the realm of comprehension. Since there was no life-threatening crisis, what else would there be? What about?

Yuan Hua sensed something from his hesitation, and suddenly said: "Your elder brother sent you a letter saying that Tianheng Xingjun—"

"Shut up." The ghost king interrupted him violently with a little irritability, Yuan Hua stopped talking politely, watched Xi Yi solemnly pinch the paper crane, fell silent for a while, and unfolded the letter paper.

Xi Yi looked at the letter paper, and didn't move for a long time, as if it was frozen, with his head lowered and motionless, as if a flower suddenly bloomed on the letter paper or a few words he didn't know were added.

Yuan Hua has read this letter, and of course knows that there are only a few sentences in it. There is probably a commonality in the words of smart people. As long as they are willing, they can explain everything in the shortest space. Guessing and deduction can be summed up in a few short sentences, as long as you glance at it, you can read it all, no matter how slow you are, it won't take so long.

But he didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end. He really stood motionless like a sculpture, not even breathing.

After an unknown amount of time, the ghost king who had been silent all this time finally moved. He folded two stacks of letter papers, stuffed them into his sleeves, and looked at Wang Chuan from a distance, wondering what he was thinking. This time his trance was very short, almost After only a moment, as if he had made up his mind, he suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Yuan Hua who was at the side, and said calmly, "Look, if you steal my things, is it considered a crime?"

This unexpected question made Yuan Hua stunned for a moment, even if he was mentally ill, his thoughts would not jump like this.

Before he could answer, the ghost king asked himself and answered: "Of course, although you are my disciple, you still have to abide by the basic rules. If someone else took the ghost king's things, I have torn them into pieces and sprinkled them into the water." I went to Wangchuan, for the sake of calling me Master, I will not bully you, hang up the chain by myself, go to Wangchuan for ten years, remember to let someone pull you up when the time comes."

When he said this, his tone was understated, he didn't seem to think that throwing people into Wangchuan was a harsh criminal law, and Yuan Hua didn't have any opinion on such a punishment, he just tried to delay the time of punishment, after all, he had to go and see How did the Ghost King save Tianheng Xingjun?

"Master—"

As soon as his voice came out, the ghost king answered quickly as if he had expected what he was going to say: "15 years."

Yuan Hua frowned: "But..."

Mr. Xi Yi stood up, and calmly cut off his words: "20 years."

Yuan Hua took a deep breath: "I..."

Xi Yi turned her head, and there was a cold light in those beautiful eyes: "If you say another word, it will be 100 years. Guess if 100 years have passed, can you still see the person you want to see?"

Yuan Hua's complexion changed suddenly, and Xi Yi emphasized his tone: "30 years, because you talked back, now, get the chain in the past."

Seeing Yuan Hua's face pale and unable to resist, he could only grit his teeth and go downstairs, the ghost king who stayed where he was was relieved.

He probably knew that Xu Shixi would send him a letter, and he made up his mind to pretend that he didn't receive it. As long as he didn't know about it, he didn't have to intervene. Who knew that Yuan Hua would come out halfway, so he couldn't pretend he didn't know about it now.

In order to prove the relationship between Shao Tianheng and the witch master, Yuanhua will definitely let him save people. In this case, it is better to take the initiative by himself, but before that, Yuanhua must be spent to make him useless. After all, her nonsense rescue Only Yuan Hua knows how to save people. As long as Yuan Hua is not around, he has the final say on how to save people?

——Hey, apprentices are all debt collectors.

Xi Yi rubbed the letter paper with a bitter heart. Originally, the ghost king could sleep comfortably in Wangchuantai, and the witch master could go offline temporarily. Because of Yuan Hua's intrusion, he had to pretend to go out for Running to save lives...

30 years cheap for him!

******

The dangerous building was suspended four to five feet away from the ground quietly. Ayousang opened the window and looked down. Businessmen carrying packages of various sizes were walking along the long floating ladder from the dangerous building to the ground. The door was wide open, and there were many people looking up at the door.

They looked at the dangerous building with admiration and fear in their eyes, as if they were looking at something that came out of a legend, and they made admiring sounds from time to time. Ayousang liked to hear them praise the dangerous building on weekdays, but she was in a bad mood during this time , Even hearing these exclamations made me a little irritated.

"How long can we go? Are there so many foreign merchants in the dangerous building?" She closed the window and looked back at Yougou.

Yougou was sitting on the ponytail and boiling a pot of medicine. Hearing this, she looked outside. She couldn't see anything from this angle, but it was just a subconscious gesture: "Hurry up. The high priest always hoped that we would have more interactions with outsiders." Communication, and we have so many businesses in various places, and the people who take care of the business for us are ordinary people, isn’t it normal that there are many merchants.”

Ah Yousang stopped talking, she looked outside with a gloomy look in her eyes.

It had been six days since Kunlun left, during which time the high priest had not woken up, his face became paler and paler, even Ayousang was afraid that he would be crushed when the quilt was placed on him.

Ayousang put his chin on the back of his hand, and said softly to himself: "If it can make the high priest get better, I am willing to pay any price."

Yougou’s movements of peeling the herbs slowed down, his eyes drifted, and he suddenly asked, “Ayousang, if… I mean if, if the high priest can wake up… I mean, do you think the ghost king can Do you believe it?"

Her question was a bit confusing, but Ayousang understood her meaning immediately. The carefree witch was more sensitive than she showed, narrowing her eyes slightly, and suddenly asked: "Did you find something?" ?”

You recalled the man who suddenly appeared yesterday during the night vigil for the high priest, and pursed his lips tightly.

Yougou has a calm personality and is quite assertive, but once it comes to matters related to the high priest, she will lose her sense of control, and suddenly said this matter: "Yesterday... the ghost king came."

Ayousang opened her eyes wide: "What?!"

Now that I have said it, You Gou simply said: "Yesterday I kept watch at night, and the ghost king suddenly appeared. He probably didn't want to alarm us, but I just happened to remember that the incense should be changed, so I went over to have a look..."

The dangerous building is closely related to the witch master. The witch master fell into a coma, and the barrier around the dangerous building could not be activated. Some of the remaining defensive circles can stop others, but how can they stop the powerful ghost king?

As soon as You Gou came in with the incense burner in hand, he saw the ghost king sitting beside the high priest's bed.

The ghost king with black robes and big sleeves was reaching out his hand as if to touch the sleeping witch master. His expression was a little hazy under the moonlight. With that... frightening expression on his face.

"He said he has a way to renew the life of the high priest..." Yougou spoke very slowly, and his thoughts couldn't help but stop on that vague expression, and he saw Ayousang's strange eyes as soon as he recovered.

That look... was full of sympathy.

Yougou: "???"

Ayousang sighed: "You...you also found out, right?"

Her tone suddenly became passionate: "I'll just say it's not my illusion!"

Yougou looked up at Ayousang blankly, and the other party took a deep breath, showing an indescribable toothache expression: "Although I don't really want to admit it...but he can probably be trusted, on the matter of the high priest..."

After all, judging by the high priest's attitude, he had acquiesced in the ghost king's behavior, which meant that the ghost king should be credible.

Ayousang recalled how he followed them to watch them go shopping in the market that day, and felt more worried than ever. If he owed such a big favor, if the king of ghosts made any excessive demands, would the high priest still refuse?

You Gou was still full of doubts. No matter how ill he went to the doctor, handing the high priest over to someone he had only met a few times was a bit too crazy. With that kind of thought about the high priest, maybe he is more anxious than them now. With this strange emotion, Ayousang began to try to persuade Yugou.

And the ghost king who was sitting on the gate of Tianguan City and looking at the dangerous building had no idea what kind of affectionate persona Ayousang had arranged for him in order to persuade Yugou. Priest, even his eyes are full of sweet love that cannot be hidden, even as long as he stands with Tianheng Xingjun, his eyes never leave him!

The authenticity of the above content is guaranteed by the witch Ayousang.

After listening to Ayousang's report of the whole process of "hand in hand" between the high priest and the ghost king "giving each other tokens of love" and then "sending flowers" at the market, Yougou recalled the expression on the ghost king's look at the high priest last night, and his train of thought was overwhelmed. Naturally, the belt was crooked, and suddenly realized: "—that's how it is!"

At that time, Mr. Xiyi just wanted to lower his head to see the condition of the witch master: "..."

Why is it suddenly a little cold?

The author has something to say: Ayousang: I see!

Yougou: I know it too!

Xi Yi:? ? ? ?What do you know? !