Master, you have changed

Feng didn't die this night, and woke up again dimly. The master was resting on a rotten tree trunk, and there were piles of broken skeletons beside him.

There is no difference between day and night, and the environment is exactly the same. He doesn't know how long he slept.

Everywhere in his body ached, even his internal organs were screaming for pain, and he wished he could commit suicide.

But you can't commit suicide, that way you can't turn into a ghost.

Feng Yeye insisted on leaving the master, he wanted to die with dignity, and rot next to the master bit by bit, it was the most tragic torture.

He crawled towards the group of skeletons. It was the red moon, and the skeletons were resurrected one after another.

Soon, he felt relieved.

Shouting in my mind: "I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

A faint black air floated above the corpse, twisting and struggling, and the nearby black air was attracted and floated over.

The flames that Feng had prepared in advance spread over the corpse and burned blazingly. It watched its own corpse slowly turn into ashes.

Hu Qingjue woke up, watched the flames go out, picked up the ashes expressionlessly, and put them in a brocade bag.

Then he stared at the half-human black mist, and asked with a trembling voice cautiously: "Is that you?"

I don't know if this is a master with memory or no memory.

Feng Ye has no entity, can't speak, stretches out his arms to touch Hu Qingjue's face, and feels nothingness.

Hu Qingjue tried to touch the misty hand, but he didn't touch the real thing, his brows and eyes softened, and he said, "It's you, right?"

The wind revolved around him a few times this night, gnawing on the broken skeletons, eat more, get stronger quickly, and condense the body quickly!

As in the previous life, there are fresh skeletons every day, and the body grows bigger day by day, gradually possessing the power to condense fingers, and then palms.

He was able to touch the master, but still couldn't speak.

He lived here with his master, and lived safely until more and more bodies were condensed.

Sometimes I think, I was so smooth in my previous life, is there someone who protects me like this?

I want to know, I heard Master say it very much, but I can't do it.

Purgatory will not corrupt demons, but it will weaken their strength to a certain extent, and Hu Qingjue is not as good as before.

Feng Ye has been suppressing and enduring it all the time, even if he has the ability to completely condense, he will not change it. He knows that he has no color at this time.

This area began to feel like home. The masters alternated day and night, and guarded themselves with the same care.

After half a year, Feng Yeye can finally see people with a new look.

The master was meditating in the wooden room, and he floated out quietly. There was a pond nearby, cleaned and cleaned, and turned into a clean clothes~

The water in the pond is very clear, but someone has already occupied it.

Feng Yiye squatted behind a tree and peeked, the source of his words was in the water, and there was a person sitting in the water with his back facing him.

On the other side of the pond is a long red sword.

The man said: "What are you doing hiding so far? I won't eat you again."

Feng Yeye looked around to make sure he was talking to Jian.

The long sword broke through the water and flew further.

The man suddenly ouched: "It hurts! There is something in the water!"

The long sword immediately turned around and flew back, and was grasped by the man, who laughed and said, "Why are you blushing?"

Feng Jiye: "..." I'm sure the sword has no face.

There was a sound of water, the man appeared in front of Feng Ziye holding the sword in his clothes at some unknown time, and looked at it carefully for a while: "Have we seen it before?"

The sword in his arms faded red and buzzed.

The man was surprised: "You said he was the savior of Xuecheng? Look carefully, it really is, yo, little guy, why, come to Wujian to travel?"

Feng this night: "..." Looking at the long sword Su Xuan seemed to be bowing to him, he remembered that this was Bai Xiao's saber sword Chang Feng, and the sword body was repaired in only half a year?

So Bai Xiao is now a sword spirit?

Mo Sheng was still waiting to ask, when suddenly a long sword stabbed at him, and he dodged nimbly, looking at Feng Qiye, who was protected by Hu Qingjue, with an unknown smile.

Said: "It turned out that the master and apprentice traveled together."

Feng this night: "..."

Mo Sheng is a demon king, although he was reduced to a demon king in order to save Bai Xiao, his soul strength is still there, so he is not afraid of Hu Qingjue, and he lives under the obviously unwelcoming eyes of the master and apprentice.

Bai Xiao was very happy to see his old friend, and from time to time he transformed into a form to talk to each other. Mo Sheng became a coolie who went to purgatory every day to find medicinal materials. When Bai Xiao was able to transform into a sword spirit incorporeal form for more than four hours, he became emotional.

The incident happened suddenly, Feng Yiye was fighting with a fierce ghost to escalate, Master and Bai Xiao were playing chess, Mo Sheng was injured all over his body, holding a few plants of medicine and put them heavily on the chessboard: "Senior brother! How long have we not spoken?"

Hearing this, Bai Xiao raised his brows slightly: "I don't know"

"A month! A whole month!"

"Travel here and there for a month."

"I don't care! You have to go with me! You can't do my work, you are cool!"

Feng Jiye devoured Li Gui in one gulp, trotted over, and went to watch the play next to Master.

Hu Qingjue grabbed his waist and straightened him up.

He and Hu Qingjue had communicated with each other a long time ago, and he also knew that Hu Qingjue had been in the Infernal Purgatory in his previous life, so he didn't deliberately ask about deeper things.

Facing the master during the day, he completely let go of himself, and he will be more honest at night.

Bai Xiao stared at Mo Sheng with the eyes of an idiot: "You have changed."

Mo Sheng: "...??"

Bai Xiao rearranged the chessboard, feeling relieved in his heart that such a childish junior is no different from when they first met.

Mo Sheng was gloomy, thinking while grinding herbs, and suddenly floated to the side of Feng Yeye who was fighting again with something: "Hu Qingjue has two memories? Personalities don't give in?"

"Um"

"Remember when I told you that there were two other things about your body?"

"Um"

"There is a way for them to merge and become whole people"

Feng Jiye slapped Li Gui to death, then turned his head: "You say"

"Conditional"

"What conditions?"

"Don't let Hu Qingjue cling to senior brother"

"...Master is not sticky!"

"Same thing, you and Hu Qingjue have been in love for so long, have you ever slept?"

"... "

"Try it, life will be restored if you figure it out"

"... "

Feng Jiye felt that what Bai Xiao said was right, Mo Sheng had changed, like an idiot, and then continued to fight ghosts and start working.

Mo Sheng left happily, and soon pulled Hu Qingjue away, not knowing what to whisper.

Two days later, Mo Sheng forced Bai Xiao, who was unwilling in every way, to leave with his main body, and he didn't know when he would return.

The wind was much stronger that night.

After coming to Infernal Purgatory for a year, and only one step away from General Ghost, Feng Yiye suddenly wasn't interested in fighting these days, and sat in a daze every day.

Those two people left, the place is not lively anymore, now only I and Master are left, what Mo Sheng said before often comes to my mind.

It seems... People who are in love should indeed be closer.

But Master didn't seem to have confessed, and neither did he...

Feng had something on his mind this night and couldn't practice, so he couldn't sleep at night. He thought dejectedly, there must be no alcohol, otherwise he would be emboldened!

He and Hu Qingjue have been resting separately. Since the misunderstanding was resolved, they have become embarrassed, and they can't pretend to be ignorant and act recklessly like before.

He crossed his legs on the bed, lying on the edge of the bed, the scenery outside was not good, and his mood was not good.

The slight sound of footsteps approaching, Feng Yeye heard it, without turning around, said: "Master?"

"Um"

"You said, when can we leave here? It's pitch black, there's no sun or rain, I don't know what's going on with Gold Coin and Luo Yang..."