Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

To get rid of the puppet seal, this trip can be described as a complete merit.

Ye Yunlan planned to go down the mountain and leave the secret realm.

However, the road in the crypt was too complicated when I came here. If I want to go down the mountain, I have to go through the Fuyou Palace and return to the front mountain road to turn back.

After erasing the formation marks on the ground, Ye Yunlan took another look at the bottomless abyss on the edge of the cliff.

Looking back, he saw Shen Shu standing beside him, also staring into the abyss, and suddenly felt a little strange in his heart.

In a trance, the dark clouds above his head seemed to have turned into blood.

He fell beside the stele, blood dripping from his forehead, blurring his vision.

In sight, Shen Shu was standing on the edge of the cliff with scars all over his hands and body.

Blood stained Shen Shu's lapel red, and the remnant light sword was thrown by the other party at his feet, talking to him.

What was said, Ye Yunlan couldn't hear clearly.

He only saw the young man give him a deep look after he finished speaking, as if he wanted to brand him completely in his eyes, and then fell back—his pupils shrank sharply, and subconsciously said: "...Shen Shu!"

Shen Shu, who was standing next to him, suddenly heard Ye Yunlan calling him suddenly, and turned around in doubt.

"Master?"

However, she noticed that Ye Yunlan's eyes were scattered, cold sweat dripping down her face, she didn't know where to look, so she hurriedly stretched out her long arms and pulled her into her arms.

"How is Master? But setting up the formation just now consumed too much energy?"

Ye Yunlan woke up like a dream, raised her long eyelashes, and looked at Shen Shu in some confusion.

Just now...was it an illusion?

Because he thought too much just now, so he had an illusion?

A needle-like pain suddenly came from the soul. It was because the Qiqing Needle was touched again for some reason.Ye Yunlan snorted, and suddenly grabbed Shen Shu's arm tightly, her fingertips turned white, and her body trembled slightly in pain.

Shen Shu also let him grasp, pressing warm palms on his back, sending spiritual power into Ye Yunlan's body, hoping that he could relieve the pain.

When Ye Yunlan's trembling finally subsided, even her white clothes were drenched with sweat, her lips that had been kissed and moisturized just now turned pale again, and her face lost all color.

He was still holding onto Shen Shu's arm, and instead of looking at the ominous abyss, he said hoarsely, "Go, get out of here."

Shen Shu still wanted to ask him about his situation worriedly, but he grabbed his arm and walked forward, so he had to speed up his pace to follow.

After walking through the empty and barren black land, they came to a garden.

The garden is full of plants that have been struck black by lightning, lifeless and lifeless, withered vines winding on the palace wall, the huge Fuyou Palace stands at the end of the garden, and the sky above is condensed with black whirlpools.

The Youguang that the treasure was born has disappeared? The treasure called Youling has fallen into whose hands it is unknown.

Ye Yunlan didn't care about the ownership of the treasures. He had already achieved his purpose of coming here, and he only wanted to let Shen Shu get out of the secret realm quickly and safely.

As if if you don't leave, something will happen.

Walking in the garden, the surrounding desolate scenery and scorched trees are strangely familiar.

There is also the dark and desolate land that I walked through before, and the silent and desolate palace in the distance.

Where had he seen a similar scene?

Soon, Ye Yunlan recalled that she had seen a similar scene in the dream of an ancient city shaped like a phoenix spreading wings after she fell into a coma during the Tianchi Mountain earthquake.

The flowers, leaves and trees that were also struck by lightning, the pitch-black land, and the deserted city.

Ye Yunlan suddenly quickened his pace.

Shen Shu was held by Ye Yunlan's arm, like a child being led away by his parents, but he was so tall that he really didn't look like following him.

However, he really enjoys it, wishing that this road is long and can go on forever.

"Master, slow down, don't exhaust your body and cause injuries." Shen Shu said.

Ye Yunlan didn't listen.

"Master, look, the ancient tree next to it is shaped like a pine, but its branches are like clouds. It should be the extinct 'cloud willow' recorded in ancient books. Why don't we slow down and take a closer look." Shen Shu said again .

Ye Yunlan walked faster.

He had just gone through the pain of the Qiqing Needle, and he walked in a hurry, his complexion became paler than paper, sweat flowed down his jaw, his whole body was like a pool of snow that was about to melt, without a trace of blood.

Shen Shu only felt very distressed, and finally saw his master's stubbornness in certain things.

I had no choice but to sigh, and said aggrievedly: "Master, you walk so fast, I feel a little hurt."

Ye Yunlan stopped suddenly and turned to look at him.Shen Shu stood behind him, the shoulder of the hand he grabbed was wrapped in circles with a white cloth, blood was already oozing from it.

——He was too anxious and accidentally grabbed Shen Shu's injured arm.

Ye Yunlan let go of his hand and pursed her lips.

"Why didn't you say it just now?"

Shen Shu: "Teacher doesn't hurt at all."

Ye Yunlan: "The wound is open, how can it not hurt?"

Shen Shu blinked and replied, "It really doesn't hurt."

"I only feel sorry for Master."

Ye Yunlan was startled.

Shen Shu: "Every time I see Master's injury flare up, my heart hurts. Seeing Master exhausted on the road, my heart also hurts."

He sighed, and said again, "When my heart hurts, the wound on my shoulder also hurts."

Ye Yunlan: "...glib. Who taught you to speak like this?"

Shen Shu's face turned red.

As soon as he said the words, he knew that he was influenced by another "self", but he had no choice but to say brazenly: "These words are all sincere? What I said is true, there is absolutely no falsehood."

"I still have a lot to say to Master."

But Ye Yunlan suddenly turned her head, didn't look at him again, and just said lightly: "This place is dangerous, you can't stay for a long time. If you have anything to say, let's go out and talk about it."

Even so, Shen Shu's eyes were sharp, and the tips of his master's ears turned red when he saw his master.

Ye Yunlan finally agreed to Mr. Shen Shu's request to rest for a while.

Shen Shu took out a silk towel to wipe his sweat, Ye Yunlan checked Shen Shu's wound again, bandaged it again, and the two continued to move forward.

Pass through the garden and you will arrive at the apse of Fuyou Palace.

The towering gate is not as magnificent as the front gate seen from a distance on the mountain road before, but the pattern on the gate is still complicated and gorgeous, full of ancient charm.

Shen Shu stepped forward to push.

I thought the door would not be so easy to open, but I didn't expect that the ten-foot-high door slowly opened with a creak.

The light shone into the gloomy palace, forming a fan-shaped light slit that slowly expanded.

A strong bloody smell rushed towards him.

The two walked in, only to see a long and deep passage leading directly to the depths of the palace. There were many messy bloody footprints on the ground in the distance, but they were broken before they could reach the door.

The taste of blood still? Very fresh.

Ye Yunlan didn't change his face, and said: "We have been delayed for too long in the killing array, many people should have already entered Fuyou Palace? This is the back hall, we need to go to the front hall, let's go."

Shen Shu nodded, and the two of them walked into the passage until they reached a corner where the bloody footprints stopped just now.And in the dark corner, there were two corpses lying quietly.

The corpse was dressed in the clothes of a disciple of Tianzong. There were many sword wounds on his body, and his face had been destroyed by the sword energy. It was difficult to identify who it was.

Ye Yunlan glanced at the two corpses, then led Shen Shu to continue walking through the palace.

Russia has only faintly heard human voices.

When the two came to a large hall, they saw a dozen or so corpses laid out in the center of the hall, all of which looked like disciples of the Tianzong. Most of the expressions on their faces were filled with surprise, resentment and resentment.

Then there was a burst of complicated footsteps.

A group of Tianzong disciples stepped in, among them was the one who walked in front? When the disciple saw Shen Shu, his eyes were wide open, and he almost yelled sadly: "Shen Shu! Why do you still dare to stay here? Treasure is so heartless? Killing fellow disciples, Senior Brother Xu, Junior Brother Chen, and Senior Sister Zhuang were all killed by you! I, Gong Ze, will avenge you fellow disciples today, and kill you to pay for your life!"

Shen Shu: "?"

Gong Ze raised his sword and was about to attack Shen Shu, but was caught by his fellow disciple.

"Junior Brother Gong, calm down, there is no evidence now, you must not attack your fellow disciples at will."

The speaker had a gentle voice, a soft and beautiful face, was dressed in white, tall and tall, and was not stained with dust.

It was Rong Ran who had fallen into the pool.

Looking at his appearance, it seems that he has not been affected by the snake, and even the sword wound on his cheek has healed.

Gong Ze's eyes were about to split open: "Evidence? Is what I saw with my own eyes considered evidence?"

He took out a picture stone from his pocket and opened it, "Is this considered evidence?"

On the picture stone, a complete picture is projected.

It is the scene where Shen Shu wields his sword and kills his fellow disciples.After the flash of the sword, Shen Shu stood among the corpses all over the floor, laughing unexpectedly.

Ye Yunlan's eyes suddenly sank? Down.

How similar this farce was to his previous life.

It's just that the person who was framed by the slander changed and became? Shen Shu.

The author has something to say: Shen Shu: bald and blamed