The shop boy and the devil

"Junior Sister Qiu!"

Mo Lixi looked at the red-clothed man, the worries of the past few days disappeared, and saw that man nimbly riding on Gu Ren's shoulders, cut off his head with a dagger in his hand, and then she walked back Once turned over, it landed lightly like a butterfly, and the movement was done in one go.

"Are you all right?"

Qiu Hongyi turned around and walked to Mo Lixi's side, looked at Mo Lixi up and down, and had to confirm for herself that she was all right.

"I'm... fine."

Mo Lixi avoided Qiu Hongyi's overly hot gaze, then looked at the Gu people who were about to surround him again, and said, "Subdise these people first!"

Mo Lixi was a little flustered, many disciples had already fallen, even if they won this battle, they would definitely be seriously injured...

"Um…"

Qiu Hongyi was behind Mo Lixi, guarding the blind spot behind her, and the red silk flew out from her hand, wrapping around the necks of those Gu people...

All of a sudden, the originally quiet village at the foot of the mountain was full of wailing... screaming... bloody smell...

It's raining...as if to dilute the disgusting smell of blood...

Not much rain... mixed with sweat and tears... For a while, the quiet village seemed to be a hell on earth...

After Mo Lixi cut off the last head, she knelt limply on the ground, looked at the mysterious sword in her hand...but found that her hand was shaking...

"...I…"

Mo Lixi looked at the blood on her hands, and the head that fell beside her, which made her lose all sanity. When she looked up, most of the disciples in her sect had fallen down, and many of them were injured. .

"Senior Sister...Senior Sister..."

Zhuge Tian'er walked over, she clutched her stomach and helped Mo Lixi up, said: "Dead...they are all dead..."

"But... our sister died too..."

Mo Lixi was a little weak, but fortunately, another person supported her. In a blink of an eye, that bright red dress came into view again...

"Are you all right?"

Qiu Hongyi frowned, looked at Mo Lixi's pale and sad face, felt a dull pain in her heart, her teeth were sore, but she couldn't say anything, no matter how concerned she was, she couldn't say any more, and she couldn't make Mo Lixi more difficult .

"...it's okay."

Mo Lixi shook her head, letting the rain slap on her face, a little bit of pain made her gradually clear up...

"Disciples who are wounded go to heal their wounds, disciples who are slightly injured... carry the sisters to a place with tiles."

Mo Lixi steadied her footsteps, she couldn't fall down now, but at this moment, Qiu Hongyi let go of Mo Lixi.

Mo Lixi turned to look at her, but didn't speak, and Qiu Hongyi didn't look at her either...

"I have to go now."

Just as Qiu Hongyi was about to turn around, Mo Lixi grabbed a corner of Qiu Hongyi's sleeve and refused to let go.

"When I owe you favors... wait until they are settled... and then leave?"

Hearing this, Qiu Hongyi's eyes seemed to turn red in circles, her nose was sour, but she couldn't open her lips at all.

"it is good."

Qiu Hongyi agreed, but Mo Lixi suddenly felt a little despicable...

She knew that Qiu Hongyi would not reject her...

The drizzle continued, and the Cangyun Sect was also filled with tragedy...

There are corpses all over the floor, some from Gu people and some from Cangyun Sect disciples...

"Dad...Dad..."

Ning Miner's body was stained with blood, she supported Ning Buqu and helped him stabilize his body, but she could feel his arms trembling...

"Cough cough cough..."

Ning Buqu coughed a few times, Ning Yuanxing immediately walked over and said, "Brother, are you alright?"

He never thought that one day he would come back, nor did he think that he would fight side by side with his brother Ning Buqu again.

He always thought that Ning Buqu would not accept him again, but when he returned to the mountain gate and Ning Buqu gave up his identity as the head of the mountain and stepped forward to hug him tightly, he knew what blood is thicker than water.

"I'm fine..."

It's just... Cangyun Sect is already covered in smoke...

The nose is filled with the smell of blood and death...

"What happened back then..."

Ning Buqu's feet were a little unstable, but fortunately Ning Yuanxing supported him in time, so he didn't let him fall down.

"...It takes so many lives to repay the debts of the year..."

Ning Buqu sighed, he couldn't protect every disciple well, seeing his disciples die in front of him, that kind of despair, that kind of powerlessness seemed to rush into his body...

"Brother, there is no time to mourn the spring and autumn, I can only reorganize the Cangyun faction..."

Ning Yuanxing took a look at the scene in front of him, dead and wounded, blood flowing like rivers, like hell...

Is this what the mysterious man wants...to turn the rivers and lakes into hell...

"Stay here and help me! Ning Er."

Ning Buqu held Ning Yuanxing's shoulder tightly, as if he was deeply afraid that this person would leave without a word...

"Well... I'll stay."

When Ning Yuanxing said these words, he seemed to feel at ease...

Like a log floating on the sea, it finally found a place to live, and was reborn...

The situation of the God Blade Sect was the worst. With Wen Ruoxian and her disciples coming to help, she barely managed to hold the mountain gate, but suffered heavy losses. The remaining disciples were only a dozen or so...

Chu Hongfei knelt on the ground, letting the rain slap on his handsome face, letting the rain dilute the blood from the wound on his face...

"It's me... I'm sorry you guys..."

Chu Hongfei kowtowed heavily to the corpses in front of him, and did not raise his head for a long time, while Wen Ruoxian, who was at the side, just watched quietly, frowning, and more than half of the disciples she brought were dead or injured, and she was worried about the Tianyuan faction. Case…

Wen Ruoxian looked at the three characters "God Blade School" written in front of the mountain gate, and then looked at the tragic situation in front of her, suddenly felt a little ironic...

Chu Heng has been missing for a long time, and now there is no news about the sect's catastrophe, I'm afraid it's...

I'm afraid it's already in trouble...

"Brother Chu, you have to be strong."

Because the three sects are closely related, they will be called senior brothers and sisters, but Wen Ruoxian also knows that the phrase "strength" is very necessary to Chu Heng, but it is also very pale.

Chu Heng still knocked his head on the ground... He couldn't recover for a long time...

Wen Ruoxian looked up at the continuous drizzle, as if it was the last gentleness of the sky, trying to dilute the blood and the smell of death...

Everyone of the Tianyuan faction...you must be safe...

sweetie...you are alright...

In the evening, the south...

Fu Yunmo sat limply on the ground...Looking at the picture in front of her, she felt a little numb...It's just that the despair in her heart is fermenting...

The Anning Temple is gone...Most of the followers of the Yeyue God Sect have been killed or injured...Everyone has been wounded...

Fu Yunmo turned her head and looked at Tianzang who had become a mummified corpse. Suddenly, she remembered something. When she was about to stand up, she slipped and sat down again.

"Shop waiter..."

Ye Xihan stretched out her hand to Fu Yunmo, Fu Yunmo looked up at Ye Xihan, obviously she was the most helpless and desperate one, facing herself, she still kept a faint smile...

This is the gentleness of the devil...

Fu Yunmo smiled back, took Ye Xihan's hand and stood up, then slowly walked towards Tianzang...

"What do you want to do?"

Ye Xihan asked, her voice was full of exhaustion, as if after experiencing a war, she no longer had the energy to think about other things...

"I want to see what else he left..."

After Fu Yunmo finished speaking, she reached over and rummaged through Tianzang's clothes. Sometimes there were dead bugs stuck to her fingertips, but she didn't care. Sure enough, she found a book in Tianzang's arms...

There are no words on the cover, but there are a little more mottled, like blood, like tears...

It's as if once opened, it can open the gate of hell that Tianzang said...

Fu Yunmo trembled, and when she was about to open it, Ye Xihan held her hand down and said, "Let's go down the mountain first."

Ye Xihan can no longer bear the truth anymore, her physical and mental exhaustion makes her just want to go down the mountain quickly and leave this place with too much death...

"Ah."

Fu Yunmo put the book in her arms, took another look at Tianzang's body, and sighed...

The evil spirits have left...but the rivers and lakes have become hell...

"Master... of the believers we brought, only... only 42 people survived..."

At this time, Xiao Tang knelt down in front of Ye Xihan, Ye Xihan frowned and pursed his lips tightly, but couldn't speak...

She watched the rain dripping on Xiao Tang's body, and her thoughts were pulled back.

"Turn back... let's set this place on fire..."

"promise!"

After hearing the order, Xiao Tang stood up and left Ye Xihan's sight.

"Nan Kunlun, senior Cao, Miss Cao... we... are leaving!"

Fu Yunmo yelled, and the three immediately looked at Fu Yunmo, only to see that she and Ye Xihan were walking down the gate of Anning Temple slowly...

The smoke of gunpowder will eventually subside...but the hurt is rooted in the heart...

This is what the evil spirits have planned, right?

Make them understand, the real hell...

When the group went down the mountain, no one spoke, as if it was a kind of tacit understanding, a kind of uncomfortable, unspeakable, and it seemed that they wanted to mourn for the dead people on the mountain...

Suddenly, a fire came from behind them, and everyone looked back, only to see that in the distance, the top of the mountain, which was still dark just now, was lit with fire...

The fiery red light seemed to dye the sky red...

It's like opening a door in the sky...

A door that sends the dead away...

"Let's go..."

Fu Yunmo didn't look any further, turned her head, and took Ye Xihan's hand with one hand, only to realize that each other's hands were so cold...

After leaving Anning Temple, a group of people entered the city, and soon saw the portrait of Ye Xihan pasted on the wall of the street. After nightfall, there were few pedestrians on the street. He left the street as if fleeing.

Ye Xihan glanced at the portrait on the wall, and sneered, "Am I so ugly?"

As if amused by Ye Xihan's relaxed tone, Fu Yunmo glanced at it immediately, and said, "Find out the artist, and let her draw you face to face again."

Seeing that the atmosphere seemed to be a little more relaxed, Nan Kunlun walked over, took off the portrait on the wall, looked at the portrait, and then at Ye Xihan...

"Hmm... unsightly..."

"...Hey, I'm tired... Hurry up and find a place to live."

It was Cao Han who spoke, and she obviously heard everyone talking, and she also spoke to ease the tense atmosphere just now.

"If the innkeeper is still willing to accept us, thank God..."

Master Cao shook his head. Now in the south, there is no inn that dares to take them in...

"There is no problem in the world that money can't solve..."

Not far away, there was a warm and deep voice. Everyone looked up and saw a man in a fur robe standing under the lantern of the inn. His face was like a crown of jade. Looking at them with a gentle smile...