I, Long Jun, am not short!

Blood... the sky is full of blood, the white mist in Misty Valley is dyed blood-colored, Chu Xian's whole dragon is filled with a sweet smell, there is only a blood-colored mist in front of him, and he can't see anything clearly.

But he could clearly feel the sadness filling the sky, making people breathless, he thought blankly, where is Yan Cijing, where did he go?

Then he remembered, Yan Cijing inserted light water into his chest, pulled it out without hesitation, and used his own blood to stimulate Suzaku...

Chu Xian stretched out his hand tremblingly, a spot of bright red blood on the fingertips had dried up, like a bright red acacia.He desperately reached out to wipe it off, but nothing could be wiped off, instead it made it more and more red.

Is Yan Cijing dead?

Chu Xian asked himself while wiping his fingers, but he couldn't give himself an answer. He kept wiping the drop of blood, and asked himself once after wiping.

In a daze, there was a soft voice whispering in his ear: "He's not dead, he's not dead, be good, Chu Xian, don't cry."

It was Jiuling's voice.

Chu Xian finally opened his eyes abruptly, and the person next to him breathed a sigh of relief: "It's like I'm awake, it really scared me."

Jiu Ling, who was sitting by his bed, was still holding a handkerchief in his hand, and his hand was tightly clenched. It might be uncomfortable, but Jiu Ling didn't say anything, he just patted him comfortingly: "Don't worry." Cry, Yan Cijing is not dead, I have never seen you cry, why for him..."

As Jiuling talked, he felt that his younger brother who had worked so hard to be raised was abducted by someone. What's the matter with "the younger brother is not allowed to stay"?

Chu Xian blinked hard: "It's you, Jiu Ling... Is Ci Jing okay?"

Jiu Ling raised the quilt for him: "It's not all right, he lost a lot of blood and almost lost his life. Fortunately, Si Yuan came in time and finally saved his life."

Chu Xian was still a little stunned: "Si Yuan? Where are we? Have we gone back?"

He looked at the furnishings in the room, and it really didn't look like a heaven, but more like... a tent.Chu Xian's heart skipped a beat, and for no reason he remembered the words "hold back" that Mo Xunyu said to Su Yang in the Demon Realm that day, and he immediately grabbed Jiu Ling's hand again: "What happened?"

Jiu Ling threw a talisman paper to him: "I haven't asked what happened yet, who sent it?"

Chu Xian glanced quickly, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, thought for a while, and told the truth: "Mo Xunyu? It should be him."

Mu Yin, who was pushing the door to come in, froze in place for a moment, a door was half opened, and half of him just looked at Chu Xian nonchalantly.

His Majesty Underworld Emperor, who always had to talk nonsense when meeting each other, asked Chu Xian tremblingly: "Mo Xunyu... Is Mo Xunyu a flower tree?"

Chu Xian smiled awkwardly: "He said he found you, I thought he lied to me, but it seems to be true, Mu Yin, you have not been found in 2000, why just these few days... "

As he said it himself, he realized something was wrong, yes, he hadn't been found for so long, why just these few days?

But Mu Yin didn't notice this unusual thing, he walked in quickly, and said eagerly: "So it's him, right, Chu Xian, what's going on, why is your talisman in his place , and where have you been these days, how did you end up in Misty Valley, and how did he know you were in Misty Valley?"

Chu Xian said: "Why doesn't he know, he pushed me down himself."

Mu Yin froze on the spot: "How is it possible?"

Chu Xianbai said to him: "Why is it impossible, do you believe him or me?"

Mu Yin hesitated for a moment: "I...I, of course I believe you, so you have to tell me what's going on!"

Jiu Ling also asked him: "What the hell is going on here? Didn't you go to Lianhuan? How did you end up in Misty Valley, and why did you make yourself into such a ghostly look?"

Chu Xian opened his mouth. He felt that this matter was a long story, and he couldn't make a long story short. His mind was still confused due to the complexity. It's a long story, you should first tell me what happened here, and, as for Ci Jing, take me to see him."

After Jiu Ling and Mu Yin looked at each other, Jiu Ling said: "Take care of yourself first, Si Yuan is watching him personally, what else do you have to worry about?"

Chu Xian looked at him frankly: "I'm worried."

Jiu Ling: "..."

Feeling powerless to refute, Jiu Ling waved his hand weakly: "Let's go."

In another room, the pale Yan Cijing was still lying down, exuding a deadly look of defeat, squatting in front of the bed was a five or six-year-old boy with red eyes and red hair, and white hair. Jingjing should be the little Suzaku in human form.

When Jiu Ling hugged Chu Xian and pushed open the door, Si Yuan sat at the table indifferently fiddling with his silver needles, raised his eyes to look at them lightly, didn't even move his body, and said something casually: "Emperor Jiu Ling is well, His Highness Mu Yin is well, can His Highness Chu Xian leave by himself?"

Muyin smiled alienatedly, and said politely: "Shenjun Siyuan is polite, Tong'an."

Chu Xian leaned into Jiu Ling's arms and directed Jiu Ling to put him down: "Jiu Ling, don't hug me, it's not because I have a broken leg, why are you so good at talking, Si Yuan?"

Si Yuan nodded slightly, and said lightly: "Emperor Jiuling taught me well."

Jiu Ling glanced over, put Chu Xian on the side of the bed unceremoniously, turned his head to Si Yuan with a gentle and kind smile: "When did you talk nonsense like Si Ming?"

Mu Yin raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "It must be because of his ears and eyes, but Emperor Jiu Ling is indeed a good teacher."

The corners of Jiu Ling's lips stiffened for a moment, and he looked at Mu Yin meaningfully. He touched his nose guiltily and backed away. Touching the mirror's face, the little Suzaku squatting beside the bed stared at him tearfully, daring to speak out.

Mu Yin said: "Is this Suzaku?"

Little Suzaku turned to look at him again with tears in his eyes, and opened his mouth in a childish voice: "It's Suzaku... is my master alright?"

All three looked at Si Yuan, and Si Yuan calmly put away a bunch of needles: "Look what I'm doing? He can't die."

Three people: "..."

With this attitude, it's no wonder that Little Suzaku didn't dare to ask him. Si Yuan sat quietly under the condemning eyes of the three people, and turned to look at Chu Xian who couldn't control his hands.

Mu Yin has always been very soft-hearted towards good-looking children. Seeing that Chu Xian couldn't control his hand, he couldn't help saying: "Hey, Your Highness Chu Xian, don't pinch it, it's a face, not pork, you're going to cry just looking at Suzaku Already!"

Chu Xian ignored him, and tilted his head to look at Jiu Ling: "It's strange, why did you bring him back together. I thought you would definitely let him fend for himself."

Jiu Ling sat next to Si Yuan, and while sending a message to Xuan Yun, he said: "I would like to, but seeing him covered in blood, I can't bear it."

Chu Xianle: "Yo, are you still soft-hearted?"

Jiu Ling looked at him seriously, then smiled: "After all, it's for you. Besides, if I don't bring him back, you don't have to worry about me."

Chu Xian rested his finger on the corner of Yan Cijing's bloodless lips, his heart throbbed in pain, and he smiled indifferently: "I'm in a hurry with you."

Jiu Ling shook his head, and cursed with a smile: "He has no conscience."

Chu Xian clasped Yan Cijingjin's cold palm under the quilt with one hand, and leaned against the head of the bed by the way: "Come on, can you tell me what happened now?"

Si Yuan was never afraid of big things, and said calmly: "Your Highness Chu Xian still doesn't know, the demon world has hit Lian Huan."

Chu Xian raised his brows in surprise: "The demon realm? Who? The Demon Lord? Mu Yin, did Qinghan stop his father?"

Mu Yin shook his head: "It's either Mozun, or Mo Qinghan."

Chu Xian said "ah": "Mo Xunyu is crazy and his brother is also crazy? Isn't Qinghan still on good terms with us? What good does it do him to hit Lianhuan? Do you know why?"

Mu Yin sighed and lowered his voice: "Because Qijin died."

Chu Xian raised his eyelids violently, and then Mu Yin continued: "Qing Han said that Xuan Yun did it."

"Impossible," Chu Xian denied without thinking, "Don't we know who Xuan Yun is? He can do such a thing?"

Jiu Ling took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, and flicked it lightly into Chu Xian's hand: "We received the talisman paper, saying that on the day you were in Misty Valley, Mu Yin went to see Mo Qinghan, and this is Mo Qinghan. Qinghan gave it to him."

Mu Yin said: "We all know Xuanyun's words, others can't imitate them, even Emperor Jiuling can't see what's wrong with this passage, and Xuanyun himself can't see it, but it's really not him I did. Qinghan said that Qijin died near the Demon Realm, but I haven't seen her soul."

Jiuling continued: "Xuanyun doesn't have time. According to what Mo Qinghan said, Qijin had an accident the day he returned to the God Realm, but Xuanyun and I were together that day. I don't know what he did?"

Chu Xian read it carefully, staring at the paper and frowned: "Is Mo Qinghan a fool? Why did Xuanyun kill Qijin? Cloud style?!"

Jiuling smiled warmly: "It's not like, it's like yours."

Chu Xian gave him a blank look: "I'm not so idle, there is something wrong with this piece of paper."

Jiu Ling and Mu Yin glanced at each other after hearing the words, and moved closer together: "What's the problem?"

Chu Xian pointed to the word "Ben Jun": "Hyun Yun's handwriting is not difficult to imitate, but his handwriting has many small habits, such as here, the word 'Ben', the bottom corner of which he is usually used to bring Tick ​​a little bit."

Jiu Ling nodded: "Yeah. I brought this too."

Chu Xian said: "This person knows Xuanyun very well, and has never let go of any details, but in the end it is just an imitation. Here, where the tick stops, Xuanyun's daily writing is always a bit blunt. It doesn't seem like he is used to writing. It was ticked off casually, it seems to be done deliberately, but this tick is very natural, as if it has been written like this all the time, and it was ticked casually."

Jiuling suddenly realized: "No wonder I can't see the problem, because it's so natural, but no one noticed that Xuanyun is a little deliberate here."

Chu Xian raised his eyebrows: "Look, I still have to rely on me for this calligraphy problem."

Jiu Ling nodded: "Yes, it's up to you. Alright, Chu Xian, can you tell us what's wrong with you?"

Chu Xian squeezed Yan Cijing's palm tightly, and his face became calmer: "This matter is a long story, so I won't make it short. Jiuling, tell Xuanyun that from now on, Lianhuan, Guangling, Send people to focus on defending Wanning, Misty Valley, and the Demon Realm."

Xuanyun happened to rush over in a hurry at this time, and when he entered the door, he heard this sentence: "Why?"

Chu Xian tapped a few times in the air with his fingertips, pointed out these directions, and added a heaven, a long dragon that crossed mountains and rivers, passed thousands of miles, and crossed the four seas and five lakes, and appeared in front of everyone. .

"Because these places are connected, it's me."

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