Remember the glorious years of redemption of Hei Lian

The sky-high blood light produced by the Huafeng Array is menacing.Even if Feng Manlou couldn't see it, he could still feel its power in the darkness.

But the burst of blood disappeared in an instant.At the same moment, the darkness that had enveloped him for several years suddenly gradually shattered, and his eyes lit up like this.After a burst of bright light as bright as day, he saw things blurred like fog in front of him.

If a person lives in darkness all year round, when suddenly exposed to light, he will be extremely uncomfortable, and even cry in pain.Although Feng Manlou will not shed tears, those who are not used to it are still not used to it.

The scene in front of him was slowly recovering. He couldn't see clearly at first, but only saw a person in front of him.The man seemed to be holding a black umbrella, standing far away from him, behind him was a large area of ​​flowers, and a breeze was blowing from far away, blowing the black hair of this man's shoulders.

It was an extremely plain dress, black in color, with wide and big sleeves, just swaying in the breeze.

Feng Manlou was gradually able to see clearly.

The man lifted the umbrella, revealing a face under the umbrella.

It was a face that could be called gentle.The eyebrows are like willows and the eyes are like water, the eyebrows and eyes are quite gentle and gentle, but there is something indifferent and unreasonable in the eyes.

Feng Manlou had never seen him, but he knew that this was Yu Sui.

To be more precise, it was Feng Manlou, Mr. Feng.

The moment Feng Manlou saw him clearly, his nose suddenly felt sour, and two lines of tears rolled down in such a desperate way.

"What are you crying for?"

Holding the umbrella, he stood there and said, "Don't cry, I'm here, what's there to cry about?"

Feng Manlou suddenly laughed again.

He felt that Yu Sui was standing so far away from him, but also very close, as if he could catch it by running two steps forward.

He didn't know what to say, but he felt that he should say something, so he was confused and said something along with him: "Yes... there is nothing to cry about."

Feng Manlou said so, but the tears fell even more.He laughed and cried on one face, which looked very funny.

Yu Sui didn't speak, he looked at Feng Manlou, was silent for a while, then pursed his lips, and said: "It's not yet time, you go."

"I'll wait for you here."

After he finished speaking, Feng Manlou's eyes suddenly flickered, and after a moment of dizziness, Yu Sui's soul appeared in front of his eyes.

The soul just stretched out his hands like that, and there was still a bit of blood between his fingers that had dissipated into the wind.

It was Yu Sui who broke through the bloody light and endured the wind blast for him.

Feng Manlou finally saw everything clearly, but he also lost all his strength.He stretched out his hand, wanting to grab the disappearing soul.But the spirit body is not an entity after all, and he can't grasp the old friend who is separated by yin and yang.

So he took a handful of wind in vain.

He gradually fell backwards, fell to the ground with a bang, coughed a few times, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Even if the Huafeng Technique didn't need his soul, it would have killed him long ago.He felt that his Yuan Dan was shattered, and his mana was running wild in his body, howling and tearing every inch of his flesh and blood.

But he didn't feel pain.

Feng Manlou felt tears slipping from the corners of his eyes to his hair, and he fell on his back to the ground, looking at the black cloud that looked so gloomy that it was about to fall, he suddenly remembered Mu Qianqiu's words.

Only then did he react with belated awareness - that sentence was not about An Xichen.

I'm talking about him.

Feng Manlou couldn't help laughing.

That's it...that's it.

Yu Sui knew a long time ago, he even guessed what would happen later, so he made complete preparations in advance.

He dissipated a soul himself, and then placed it on Feng Manlou. When his soul was about to be damaged, this strand of soul would come out to block the blow for him.Mu Qianqiu is also a spirit body with only a soul left, so he recognized it at a glance.

Feng Manlou felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, so he coughed several times.

There was really no one he couldn't save.Feng Manlou thought, Yu Sui really deserves to be a Mr.

Feng Manlou was lying on his back, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the past.One day he heard a village girl singing a folk song of that village while she was working. He thought some lines in the folk song were a bit funny, so he eavesdropped on them and learned them, and sang them to Mr. Feng when he went back.

How do you sing it? ——By the way, "The flowers at home bloom in March, and the young man is ignorant. I said brother, come with me, and the younger sister will pick a flower for you."

Yu Sui is a medicine cultivator and a literati, he can't listen to this kind of song the most, and Feng Manlou's singing is extremely unpleasant, Yu Sui couldn't bear it, if Feng Manlou sang at that time, Yu Sui would definitely chase him.

Feng Manlou actually doesn't know how to sing a few lines, only these few lines, and they all sing to make Yu Sui happy.Maybe it was singing over and over again, which annoyed Yu Sui to death. One day, Yu Sui couldn't take it anymore, so he said to him: "Okay! Got it! Can't I find you a flower when spring starts in March?" !?"

Feng Manlou grinned and said, "Then I want something fragrant!"

Feng Manlou later remembered the flower that Yu Sui promised him, until that day.

They didn't wait until March, and the flower that was full of wind was finally buried in the sea of ​​fire before it had time to break through the ground.

In fact, Feng Manlou has always remembered this incident, even if his memory was wiped out later, he still remembers this incident clearly.

Perhaps he has been looking forward to this flower.

While he was thinking these things in his mind, footsteps suddenly sounded.

Only one person comes.

Feng Manlou raised his head, and saw that the person who came was dressed in a cloud and crane suit that was extremely dirty, but his eyes still had an indelible light.Feng Manlou stared at the tattoos in the corner of his eyes for a while, and recognized him as An Xichen.

This is a very good looking man.Feng Manlou looked at him for a while, then secretly thought, Qu Qixiang hit him probably not because he was a container, but simply because he was jealous of his face.

An Xichen looked down at him, was silent for a while, and said, "Master Qu Qi is dead."

Feng Manlou laughed again, nodded, and said intermittently: "Me too... soon."

An Xichen stopped talking.

Feng Manlou knew that he was like this, so he didn't expect him to say anything more, so he half-closed his eyes and said, "Xiao An...listen to me...is it okay?"

"...If you can still talk." An Xichen said, "I'll listen to as much as you say."

"……sorry."

"..."

"I am, sincerely." Feng Manlou uttered each word with difficulty, each word seemed to be very laborious, he swallowed the blood in his throat hard, and said: "Before... I think, you are a ……waste."

Although he possesses the Dark Lightning Dual Art, he is just a waste.

Feng Manlou really thought so.An Xichen is the Lord of Hate, a container, a waste that can be trampled on at will, a mad dog that has to put away its fangs, and a tamed monster.

He is unfortunate, but he has no place to cry, and no god has mercy on him, he was born with this fate.

Deserve it.

"...I'm sorry." Feng Manlou closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "It's me, I'm sorry."

"I originally thought...if I could get out alive...then I would definitely...beat you up."

When Feng Manlou said this, he suddenly felt a little funny, so he laughed hoarsely, and said: "Unfortunately... I am lucky, you don't have... this chance."

His voice became weaker and weaker, and he gradually became angry.

An Xichen was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "I don't think I'm unlucky."

Feng Manlou opened his eyes again with difficulty, and looked at him: "..."

"I did think so before."

It might be that Feng Manlou was about to die, and An Xichen knew that if he didn't say something, he would never hear it, so he opened up the conversation.

He continued: "For a while, I felt that the world was sorry for me."

"I have had a bad life since I was a child. I don't know how you were when you were a child. When I was young, I grew up in a brothel. I was caught doing odd jobs before I could understand. In winter, I had to go out to wash clothes, and I was often raped by children nearby Bullying, saying that I was born by a wild woman, I shouldn't have been born, I shouldn't have lived."

"This seems to be a curse, and many people have said it to me afterwards. Lin Hongyi, Qu Qixiang, you, and many of my classmates. It seems that I shouldn't be alive at all. Later, gradually, I started to do this myself. I think so."

"But I don't feel that way anymore."

"The wind is all over the building. There are so many people standing behind me now. I never thought that this would happen at first, and I didn't even think that I would be able to live until now."

"It's good," he said. "It's really good. For me, that's enough. I'm not unlucky."

"……yes."

Feng Manlou closed his eyes again, chuckled lightly, and said, "Then...well, live."

The black clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and he saw the blue sky behind the clouds.Although there was only a small area, at any rate, he saw it.

When the sun cleared, he should go too.

Feng Manlou let out a long breath, and finally closed his eyes completely.

He was finally relieved.

The array glowing with blood was completely shattered with the death of the caster.The light gradually dissipated, leaving an empty space.The Nirvana Array not far away also lost that burst of golden light, and everything returned to tranquility, as if it had always been like this.

The entire mountain was littered with corpses, and the wind was much quieter, gently blowing people's sleeves.

Everyone fell silent, no one spoke, as if tacitly mourning for the dead souls.

After a while, Liu Wusheng opened his mouth to break the silence. He turned his head and said while walking towards the edge of the cliff, "Let's go, let's go down the mountain."

You Jian was stunned for a moment: "Leave that lunatic alone?"

"Find two people to move to Duansheng Gate and bury them with the previous one."

As Liu Wusheng spoke, he stopped in place and turned his head.The word lunatic not only describes Fengmanlou, but also Qu Qixiang, who is upside down over there, is also a lunatic.Liu Wusheng didn't ask who she was talking about, and simply said the two together, saying: "As for the one surnamed Qu... take it back first, and don't put it here. You have to suppress him well, otherwise who knows if he will Become a ghost and come back to harm the world."

"Also, Feng Manlou saved all of us, he is not crazy."

Liu Wusheng finally said the second half of the sentence that he didn't have time to say to Feng Manlou. He raised his head and looked into the sky.The wind blew away the low black clouds, and the light finally broke through the darkness and sprinkled on this mountain top.

Liu Wusheng said: "He is a hero."

Feng Manlou failed to hear this sentence.The light shone on him, and Wei Han's bones were covered with a layer of golden light.

Feng Manlou died.When he died, the weather had just cleared up, and the wind blowing was also very gentle, reminding him of the days when there was Mr. Wind in his short life, and it was also gentle.