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There was a hint of satisfaction in the blue pupils of the witch god who had done a lot of "fighting".He held his "heart and heart" in his arms, without speaking, and caressed his bare back lightly.That's when the dust settles.

According to the customs of the Miao people, once the two parties have a physical relationship, no matter how they come from, they are always destined to die.Desperate to die, no matter which side.Therefore, he never thought that He Jingzhen would escape.They were all cooked and steamed, but they still wanted to escape again and again.

The first escape was the day after they had the "truth".The witch attendants were startled by the movement in the main hall last night, and retreated to a dark place in the distance, and the inside and outside of the hall were empty.He Jingzhen walked towards the altar with his bow on his back.The wizards who watched him from far and near didn't think much, thinking that he was looking for a cliff to practice arrows as usual.By the time something was wrong, the situation was already in a hurry—the heart of the witch god was standing on the edge of the altar, about to jump down.It is useless for him to be surrounded by a sea of ​​people formed by several layers of witches. He has acquired the true biography of Shen Feibai's kung fu, not only the righteous kung fu, but also the wild way learned from the battlefield. It doesn't hurt anyone, but it hurts so much that I can't stop him for a while.The sea of ​​people fluttered, and a small gap gradually opened up. He Jingzhen gritted his teeth and rushed there, almost passing through. He never thought that a figure in red bird and black clothes would fill the gap.

"Get out of the way!!" He Jingzhen didn't lift his head, and the words he said were the refusal of his relatives not to recognize him.

"Why, do you still want to die?" The witch god's face was calm, and the fury was stored in his eyes.

He Jingzhen didn't mean to seek death, he was just betting that the witch god would like to see him fall to his death from the cliff, or let him go down the mountain to find a way to survive.

"I told you to get out of the way!" He had to hold on to prevent the wounds on his body and heart from bursting untimely.

"Are you going to let me go or not?!" He groped his back and took out a feathered arrow. It was not a small gadget used for idle practice, but a refined iron arrow specially made by Shen Feibai for him. One arrow could penetrate five arrows. Layers of heavy armor.As soon as he drew his bow, the sea of ​​people surged up, and out of nowhere appeared so many witch attendants, separating the witch god from him layer by layer.He calibrated the arrow, pointed it at the center of the witch god's eyebrows, pulled his arm full, and fixed it there, the meaning was very clear: what should be paid was paid last night, and today, you either die or I live, there is no other way!

Not only did the witch god not retreat an inch, but he waved his hand to let the wall of people across them scatter aside.

"Come on, shoot, this life is for you, take it!" He had already seen through He Jing's innermost thoughts: neither love nor hate.There is nostalgia, which is the longing for the incomplete warmth since childhood. To put it bluntly, it is just a feeling of admiration, which is barely a family relationship.Even if there is hatred, it is not to the point of killing him, at most it is "resentment", blaming him for making them neither father nor son, brother or brother, blaming him for smashing all the trust entrusted to him when he was young, and forcing them into a pair of The "care" and "pampering" full of lust.He wanted to cut it off with a single knife, but he never thought that this love is water, it can't be broken with a single knife, and the flow of water remains the same, so what else can I do besides betting on myself?If he doesn't accept the gamble, can he really take his life? !

The two sides were in such a stalemate, the witch god was confident, and took every step in a calm manner.The distance between them is getting smaller and smaller, so close, one arrow will surely kill them.

There was a fine layer of sweat on He Jingzhen's forehead. After drawing the bow for a long time, it was a fatal consumption for the bow and everyone.

The witch god didn't intend to set up a step for him to go down as usual, this time he stepped on his bottom line, no matter how caring and loving he was, he couldn't let him go down such a bad habit.While eliminating the distance between them, he tore open the front of his clothes: "Shoot here, shoot between the eyebrows, maybe you won't die, only one arrow through the heart can prevent future troubles forever!"

If he can really shoot an arrow, it will be over when the lamp of death goes out, so that he won't have to worry about gains and losses all day long, half dead!

The pressure was too tight - a chest reaching straight to the tip of the arrow, ignoring his trembling hands, sweating more and more, biting his lips tighter and tighter.

An arrow finally pierced through the air, and the witch attendants screamed in their hearts, but they saw that the arrow brushed past the shoulder of the witch god, without even scratching a piece of skin, and just flew for a distance in emptiness, and fell behind the witch god several hundred feet away. In a stone sculpture, there is only one tail feather sticking out of the whole arrow - even though the man is not strong, the brute strength of this arm is really impressive!

Everyone stuffed their hearts back, and slowly exhaled the breath they had held for a long time. Just as they were about to relax, He Jingzhen slammed into the empty human wall at an unbelievable speed, knocking down a witch attendant, and the whole person "slacked" Get up, and shoot down the altar like an arrow.This unpreparedness is really unprepared, even the witch god who has a magical intuition can only grab one corner of his clothes in time.The clothes are old, and the corners of the clothes are rippling countless times. They are brittle and soft even if they can't be mended. How can they support a person?In such an instant, he was lost from his hands.

The witch god chased after him without even thinking about it, he was so sad and furious that he couldn't match his panic at the moment.Many years ago, in order to save this little piece of meat, he drove all the way from the town back to the village, the scar on his forehead still remained, even if the indelible affection changed, and became a filthy and shady lust, but Fundamentally speaking, isn't it also a love that can reach the sea?Is it so unbearable and determined to get rid of it and him? !

He calmed down his sadness, anger, panic and panic, and pushed himself down, and it didn't take him long to catch up with He Jingzhen—hitting his head on a rock when he got down, he passed out, and when he got up, he was very obedient , just let him hold him tightly, and went back to the altar.

Generally speaking, when a mortal encounters such a brawl from the "heart of the heart", he will be afraid immediately, at least he will have to lie dormant for a period of time, and then slowly plan after the weather calms down.The sorcerer wanted to do the opposite, so when He Jingzhen woke up that night, he pestered him, threatening to boil the "cooked rice" to pieces.After a futile struggle, He Jingzhen's crushed heart couldn't be taken back at all. He had to hide the filth with this witch god, or refuse to admit it to death, and let him "cook it", even if his body was cooked through. And never admit it.

The witch god's "unable to ask for suffering" fell into a desperate situation, and no amount of joy can get rid of the suffering of wishful thinking.I am not willing to go on with such "bitterness", and I am still obsessed with it in retrospect.Using wine, medicine, and even Gu, the body will be mellow and ecstasy when the body is cooked, but the heart will gradually drift away.The two sides only met at night, and there was nothing extra to say when they met except "food/color".Bitter.

Ever since he knew that his heart was about to escape, the witch god's guards became tighter, and the altar was removed from the altar, and it was changed to the main hall. .After guarding for more than a year, I thought my heart would admit to this chaotic relationship, and if I refused to admit it, I should accept my fate. I was afraid that I would break him, so I let him go out and wander around the neighborhood, doing whatever I wanted, as long as Don't think about running, you can't escape by running, I hope he will realize it soon.

So what?After being released for two months, even the witch attendants who followed him relaxed—more than a year, even a stone should be crisp, let alone a person?

With so many thoughts, they deserted at the same time, and they lost sight of a person who should have been exhausted long ago.The lost time is not short, a full three days.Within three days, the pits, valleys, and abysses of the entire Shenshan Mountain were "grated" countless times, but they couldn't be found.In the end, it was he himself who accidentally touched a "demon-binding bell" that was so small that it was almost invisible to the naked eye, and then he leaked his traces.The witch god chased it alone, hunting for the "soul" that had been lost for three days.For three days, he kept thinking whether He Jingzhen fell into a trap by mistake while fleeing for his life; whether he stepped into the air and fell into a bottomless abyss; The "people with a heart" who planned to change the dynasty were captured and subjected to all kinds of torture that ordinary people dare not even imagine?Think about it again and again.When he finally hunted the man who was shivering in the cold in a cave where he couldn't even straighten his waist, his teeth were about to be ground to pieces.A cloak fell over his head and face, wrapped the whole man up, carried it on his shoulders, and carried it up from the foot of Fengshan Mountain in such a ostentatious way, through the Shinto, and carried it into the main hall.All the people from the upper and lower sides of Shenshan watched the hunt, and clearly caught the pain, joy and anger of the witch god.

It cannot be ruled out that there is a deliberate element in this high-profile pursuit of the witch god.He has always been skeptical about He Jingzhen's escape and hiding this time: If some "intelligent people" hadn't set up suspicious positions and opened the door for convenience, could he have been able to hide for three days?Wasn't it because he saw that the fire would burn himself if he continued to hide it, so he was released?When did he have a gap in his impenetrable control over the mountain?These witches, big and small, who worked hard and patiently to find holes in the iron plate, what kind of earth-shattering arrangements are they going to make along the gap?

So what about the big arrangement, all the things that can make a fortune are wiped out, and no matter how big the tide is, the little loach can't turn over the big waves.What are you afraid of him!

To the outside world, the shaman god can be calm and easy, and can't escape even one who should be beaten or killed; but internally, he is becoming more and more impatient and measured.He tightened his body, which was becoming less and less weighty, and asked him for answers over and over again: "You don't want to dig your heart out, you don't want to be lewd, you don't want to tell you everything! You just throw away everything like a donkey." I stepped on it! What do you want?!"

"...You really don't know what I want?...I'm not your private property...Even if you pay off the debt, there will be a time, right?...It's been more than a year, and I have played too much...So many tricks...how do you Not tired?" He Jingzhen became more and more bitter, and with a single sentence, he blocked all his escape routes.It's time to ask for mercy.People who are ignorant of current affairs will always suffer endless losses!

The witch god was suffocated with anger, his hands were stuck on his neck, and his lips were blocked to suck out all the remaining air in his lungs.At this time, both sides felt a sense of exhaustion and helplessness that went deep into the marrow, and the hopelessness of struggling and rolling in the muddy mire but being unable to get out, both thought of "death debts".Yes, isn't there a last resort?Let's just end it like this...One party no longer thinks about asking for it day and night, and no longer suffers from the torment of "not being able to ask for it"; escape.

The tighter the hand, the tighter the lips suck, as long as there is a few more millimeters, everything can disappear, and that's it.

At this time, the witch god fell short, let go, and lay on the man's body, gasping for breath.

After all, I still can't let go.