Dressed as a sick beauty

Chu Baiyue picked up the sacred wood dagger and sixteen sacred wood nails.

Not only did he want to undo the poison, but he also wanted to make public what Chu Zhiduo had done over the years, and destroy the ugly system that treated the subdivided families of the Chu clan as slaves.

Back then, Chu Zhi had eight brothers and sisters, all of whom were far superior to him in cultivation, but because he was not cruel and ruthless, they were all controlled by the poisonous Gu, and moved away from Nanling, becoming the eight major families of today, not only them? Eight people have sub-gu However, the descendants have no way to escape, only to continue to sacrifice their lives for the Nanling Chu family and Chu Zhi, so that there is no way to survive.

Digging spiritual mines to make offerings, looking for heaven and earth treasures at the ends of the earth to make offerings, defending Nanling against foreign enemies, the dirtiest, tiring and most dangerous things are done in different families, in the Chu family of Nanling, enjoy With the most indisputable tranquility and the most unique resources, the blood of family members has been sucked from generation to generation.

And these ugly things, except for the clan family Chuzhi—? A group of people, each branch? Family head, no one knows.

All the children of the Fen family have been educated since childhood. The blood of the Chu family in Nanling is the most noble. The clan is the king. They must protect them at all costs. Such thoughts are deeply rooted. Occasionally, those who resist are killed by Chu Zhi with poison. Kill, maintain the calm.

Chu Baiyue used to practice low-level spells like other disciples of the branch family, and his only wish was to complete the heavy task of making offerings, day after day, day after day, year after year, but he and the others The difference is that his cultivation talent is extremely high, even low-level spells can be used by him like high-level spells, and anyone can see his talent visible to the naked eye.

The head of the Qingshan branch family and his father couldn't bear Chu Baiyue to be trapped in Qingshan like this. His son is a dragon and a phoenix among people, and he should go outside to wander freely in a wider world.

It coincided with Chu Zhi's birthday banquet, so Patriarch Qingshan asked Chu Baiyue to go to Nanling on behalf of the Qingshan family, and send Chu Baiyue to those clan families. He didn't know whether this trip was a blessing or a curse, but Nanling Mountains can give Chu Baiyue the resources needed for her cultivation.

The more useful Chu Baiyue became, the more Chu Zhi was reluctant to use poisonous poison to deal with him. He wanted to keep this branch of the Chu family and strengthen the Nanling Chu family.

Chu Baiyue didn't know about this at that time, and stayed in Nanling to practice until after the Meteor Valley Demon Elimination War. He knew that Wen Yu had suffered a severe blow, and wanted to go to the Northern Territory to find him. Learned—? Cut.

Chu Baiyue can only - while growing Nanling, - while finding a way to undo Gu.

In the past ten years, Chu Baiyue tried countless methods to get rid of the poisonous Gu without harming the victim, but without success. Until not long ago, when he saw the Tianzhuan, he suddenly thought of the divine tree, and used the divine wood to cut it. Break the connection between the mother Gu and the child Gu, and then remove the mother Gu quietly.

He tried it, and it worked.

When the morning sun rises, the morning breeze blows - the lotus in the pond shakes.

Chu Baiyue held the sacred tree in her hand, smelled the faint fragrance, and smiled slightly.

Finally? It's about to end.

Chu Baiyue turned around and planned to go to the ancestral hall to meet the patriarch of Chu who invited him, but there was a small figure in a brocade jacket in his line of sight, standing behind him for a long time, but he couldn't find it.

Chu Baiyue put her right hand behind her back, covered the sacred tree, and smiled: "Why are you here?"

He turned sideways and gave way to the lotus pond: "Come? Have you heard about Gu Gu?"

"No." Wen Qiushi shook his head, "Come to see you."

Chu Baiyue was slightly taken aback, and smiled lightly: "Is there anything I need to see."

"I'm here to apologize," Wen Qiu spread his hands and frowned. "I thought you were bewitched by the position of Patriarch. I never thought about it. Maybe you have some difficulties."

Chu Baiyue-? paused, the smile on her lips faded: "Who told you that."

"Don't worry, what's more, the mother Gu is not on Chu Zhi's body. There is no mother Gu in this Gu, but there is a living Gu who leads the little Gu." Wen Qiu walked towards him, "The living Gu is in my spirit now." Body, I tried it just now, and it can indeed control the person who is infected by the Gu."

Wen Qiushi's eyes fell on Chu Baiyue's hand behind his back, and he said softly: "Chu Zhi has drank the blood of the living Gu, and he can also control the small Gu, but don't worry, he can't control the life and death of the infected person, you can kill the living Gu." After the Gu, you don't have to be afraid to deal with him again."

Not far away, Gu Moze's slender figure leaned against the pillars of the pavilion, peeled a grape and fed it to his mouth, quietly watching the scene.

How did Chu Baiyue choose?

Kill the living Gu, if the living Gu dies, the uncle will die.

Not killing the living Gu, but waiting for Chu Zhi to control the living Gu to deal with him and his relatives, he can afford it? Is this the result?

The dagger sank fell to the ground, Chu Baiyue stared at the small figure approaching him, and almost staggered back a step.

"Wen Qiushi, what are you talking about?"

Wen Qiushi saw his face was snow-white, squatting on the ground, picking up the fallen things and said: "Don't worry, I still have a chance to find the spirit body. This spirit body is not suitable at all. It would be great if it can be used for the key." .”

Picking up the dagger, the godwood nail——, holding Wen Qiushi in his arms, and looking up at the figure with the jade crown and hair tied up.

"bring it on."

There was no trace of blood on Chu Baiyue's face, she lowered her eyes, but did not look at Wen Qiushi in front of her: "I don't want it."

He shook his head: "Go away, take these ghost things and go away, please..."

What is Wen Qiushi talking about, asking him to kill him with his own hands...

Chu Baiyue hangs by her side and her hands feel cold. When Wen Qiushi approached, she kept retreating, and was forced to the bank of the pool by a three-year-old figure, with no way out.

Chu Baiyue flicked her sleeves, and left sideways, the hem of her clothes was heavy, Wen Qiushi raised her hand to grab it, her dark eyes were dazed.

Why does it seem like he is a scourge—?

"You have made a choice, why are you still hesitating?" Wen Qiushi tilted his head, and Xin?'s little balls swayed accordingly, "Don't worry, I told you a long time ago, I am not afraid of pain."

Chu Baiyue curled up her trembling fingers. After a long while, she squatted down and looked at Wen Qiushi's eyes, her eyes shining slightly: "How do you know I have a choice?"

When I heard Qiushi, I was dumb?

If this spirit body is gone, he will not be able to live, which is a serious problem.

But in the current situation, isn't it obvious how to make a choice? Chu Baiyue has really lost his mind by leaving this spiritual body.

"You know, I will destroy this spirit body,"

Chu Baiyue showed a complicated expression, facing the small figure who nodded affirmatively, and said inexplicably: "If it is your nephew, do you think so?"

Wen Qiushi was like a chicken pecking at a little bus—? Dun, subconsciously shook his head, and then his long eyelashes trembled slightly, feeling that he shouldn't be so sure.

Gu Moze wouldn't kill him for the sake of others, right?, Although? It's only a spiritual body, but if in the future, who can really make him like Gu Moze, he...

Wen Qiushi squinted at Chiting.

Humph.

He will not be slaughtered.

The figure that Gu Moze was leaning on was slightly stiff, aware of the glint in his eyes, he was dazed, and unconsciously stood upright.

"I see,"

Chu Baiyue raised her hand to seal Wen Qiushi's pain, and smiled lightly: "How much? Thank you...you took the initiative to send it to your door?"

Wen Qiushi looked at him encouragingly, and Chu Baiyue picked up sixteen sacred wood nails and a sacred wood dagger, and blue blood vessels burst out under the cold white skin on the back of his hand.

"There's something I've wanted to tell you since we first met."

Wen Qiushi: "Huh?"

Chu Baiyue —? Just half-encircled him with her arm, and the moment she stabbed into the Shenmu dagger, she said in the ear of the little figure that was gradually losing its vitality: "Wen Yu, you are the brightest lamp I have ever seen."

In the barren well where no light can be seen, it seems like a young man has broken in - a light is brighter than the bright moon in the night sky.

In the pavilion by the pool, Gu Moze was happy not to see Fang on his face, and stared at Chu Baiyue's figure with dark eyes.Actually?, I really did it——

The hostility between Gu Moze's eyebrows was about to come out, and the Ruohuo dagger, which was very close to Chu Baiyue, trembled, eager to try.

Gu Moze's heart was half-covered by anger, wishing he could divide Chu Baiyue's body into pieces and save Wen Qiu, half-heartedly couldn't help but sneer, thinking happily, Chu Baiyue had better keep it in mind Staying at this moment, seeing my uncle-? times in the future, I recalled-?

Wen Qiushi felt the pain being sealed, and he didn't feel anything when he was pierced by the Shenmu. When he was dying of consciousness, seeing Chu Baiyue withdraw his hand, five slender fingers trembling like jade, the shaking became more and more intense.

He couldn't hear any sound, and when he tried to open his mouth to comfort him, the lotus pond behind Chu Baiyue splashed a ?

—? A sad and angry cry pierced the sky.

A gigantic figure of an ancient crow appeared in the air, with its blood-red eyes as big as lanterns, it recklessly attacked Chu Baiyue.

Wen Qiushi opened his eyes slightly.

It was as if his head had been hit hard by a stone. Before he could feel the pain, his heart began to tremble violently.

he knew-

I know why Gu Gu would kill Shengzun...

In order to protect him, just like in Zhuling Mountain——, Gu Gu felt that this human being without spiritual power was too weak, so he consciously wanted to protect him.

Gu Gu is a spirit beast, no matter how smart he is, he is just a little Gu Crow who hasn't grown up yet.

He doesn't understand what is right or wrong, he doesn't know which choice is the right one, he just sees someone raising the Holy Sword towards someone who is weak enough to protect in his eyes, and he rushes angrily to kill the raising sword It doesn't matter who is killed, what are the consequences of killing this person?

He also didn't understand why after protecting that person, that person looked at him so strangely, as if he had made an unforgivable big mistake.

Did he, did he do something wrong?

Don't ignore him, he's scared...

"Ajiu..."

Tianzong, Huanhua Peak.

"Today is Lie Yang, Master, don't go out! Don't go out! Don't go out!"

Sheng Zeling rubbed his forehead and crushed the balls of paper that flew to the window, and Jing Wuya's noisy voice came to an abrupt end.

Ever since he knew that he was poisoned and could not see the sun, even if he was kicked out of Huanhua Peak, Jing Wuya has been worrying all day, imitating who made the thousand paper cranes before, and every morning he folds things and casts spells Fly to his window.

But Jing Wuya's stacked things are really rough, they don't look like anything.

At the beginning, Sheng Zeling cared about his apprentice's fist-strength heart. Although he was disgusted, he frowned and took the garbage-like waste paper back to the room for storage.

Later? After a long time, he crushed it directly and let the wind blow into the yard, so as not to pile up the garbage in the room.

Sheng Zeling groped in the dark, sat down at the table, and poured a cup of tea.

Hot mist rises from the water cup? Sheng Zeling spreads out the bamboo slips and picks up a —? pen to write ink on the bamboo slips.

Together with his eldest brother Yu Cangwu and the later Demon Lord Suye, he once explored various secrets of the mainland, and now uses bamboo slips to write them down, which can help future generations to understand.

It was already noon when the bamboo slips were filled, Sheng Zeling put down his pen.

Counting today, the sky has been clear for -? Weeks, and he hasn't left the house for -? Weeks.

Covering her eyes with light blue silk satin, Sheng Zeling turned her head sideways, facing the door that was filled with the hot midday wind, hesitated for a moment, got up and walked out the door.

The poison in the body cannot see the sun, and he hasn't smelled the sun for a long time.

Standing under the eaves can't bask in the sun, so just don't go in the yard, anyway? The apprentice who likes to control him doesn't know, so don't be afraid of him chattering in his ears.

Sheng Zeling stepped over the threshold in a happy mood.

—? Dao's eyes fell on him silently, and there was a rustling sound of wind blowing dead leaves outside the courtyard.

Sheng Zeling held the door, and took a tentative step forward.

This wooden house has been built for decades, and the wood on the eaves has already shown a tendency to crack. A ray of sunlight passes through the gap and falls impartially in front of the threshold.

Sheng Zeling stepped over it with his outstretched foot, but couldn't find it. He thought it was safe and sound, so he took a step forward.

The noon wind blows the heat waves, blowing people's sleeves and robes flying.

Standing under the eaves, Sheng Zeling raised his chin slightly and raised his snow-white cheeks, as if enjoying the feeling of warm sun pouring down on his body that he hadn't tasted in decades.

—? Just a thin, powerful hand covering his head.

caught the sunlight that came through the crack.

—? Dao's slender figure stood in front of Sheng Zeling? He raised his hands silently and looked at him quietly with lowered eyes.

Half an hour later, Sheng Zeling turned and went back to his room.

The figure under the eaves watched him close the door. After he could no longer see anyone, he picked up a fallen leaf that had been blown to his feet by the wind, threw it at the cracked wood to seal the gap, and left with a flick of his sleeve.