After the double escaped [Transmigration Book]

Stimulated by the scene in front of him, in Chu Zishang's mind without the slightest sense of sanity at this time, a picture that he will never forget, split the mist covering the sea of ​​consciousness, and put it directly into his mind, making him almost want to die. Crazy on the spot.

——The emerald green vine that mercilessly pierced the boy's chest, and the boy's eyes that became lifeless before the vine pierced his chest, dyed the memory into a thick black color; The Moxiu who wanted to devour the boy's blood-soaked limbs scattered on the ground, and the wooden hairpin that was shattered into two pieces in the rain of blood, intertwined this thick black memory with the color of blood bit by bit. .

Chu Zishang's blood-red eyes, which were soaked in fresh blood, became more vivid at this moment, and the thick blood in his eyes seemed to be about to shed tears of blood.

Stimulated by this memory that made him endure the pain of digging his heart and bones all the time, Chu Zishang combined the gray-robed old man holding Tang Jing with vines in front of him, and those who hurt the boy in his memory.

Chu Zishang's throat suddenly let out a roar that was not human, but more like a wild animal.

His weeping eyes looked at the old man, and the evil spirit and killing intent in his eyes rose, his voice was like a bowstring that was suppressed to the extreme, ready to shoot, "You, die!"

All those who hurt Xiaojing will die! ! !

The black mist that originally lingered on the black long sword, under the intensification of the master's mood at this time, surged like a boil, and instantly swallowed the entire black sword.

Then, the black mist that engulfed the long black sword exploded like fireworks, turning into small swords that were only half a finger long.

These small swords floated in mid-air, and their posture was as flexible as small fish swimming in the water.

In the next second, the black "fish school" flocked towards the direction of the gray-robed old man at a high speed.

The old man in gray robe looked at Chu Zishang who suddenly attacked him in disbelief. Didn't he want to care about the safety of the boy he was holding hostage?

The old man in gray robe immediately threatened Chu Zishang sternly and said: "Boy, I advise you to stop attacking immediately, if you dare to move again, I will kill this little friend, don't blame the old man for not reminding you! "

After he finished speaking, he wanted to control the spike on Tang Jing's neck, stab it in again, and make a little more blood to warn Chu Zishang, but found that he could no longer control the vine for some reason.

Moreover, he was even more horrified to find that his spiritual consciousness seemed to be becoming more and more dull, as if he was being manipulated by someone.

This, how is this possible? !

Although in the realm of comprehension, there are secret methods that can manipulate a monk's spiritual consciousness, but this kind of secret method is basically only possible for monks who are at least two realms higher than the subject and the controller to succeed... and the Xuanyin Secret Realm can only be successful. Only monks below the golden core stage can enter, and it is impossible for monks to exist two realms higher than him!

But now his consciousness, which has become more and more sluggish, is telling him that all this is true.

"Wait...wait, I..." The fear of dying made the old man in gray robe anxious to speak, but before he could utter the words of begging for mercy, the galloping sword rain had already torn his skin and penetrated into it. inside his body.

The monks standing on the flying magic weapon saw the gray-robed old man who was standing in place, his body suddenly collapsed, and he burst into a rain of blood scattered in all directions.

At the same time that the gray-robed old man's body collapsed, Chu Zishang's figure flashed and appeared directly behind Tang Jing.Then, he wrapped his body around Tang Jing who was rescued from the vines by countless black swords, not letting a drop of blood from the gray-robed old man behind fall on Tang Jing.

The system couldn't help but turned into a screaming chicken in Tang Jing's mind: [Wow, the host is great, Lord Mozun is so handsome!It's so reassuring. 】

Tang Jing couldn't help but get a little headache from being quarreled by the system. When he saw Chu Zishang looking at the gray-robed old man with such eyes for himself just now, he admitted that he was also a little bit caught by Chu Zishang's beast-like eyes. Got it.

However, he still knew very clearly that this was just a momentary emotion, and he still wanted to leave Chu Zishang as soon as possible in the final analysis.

【You like Chu Zishang so much, do you need me to stay with him? 】

The system immediately said: [This is unnecessary, but thanks to Mozun, the list of books I want to read in the future can be updated! 】

Tang Jing couldn't help but typed out slowly, slowly: [? 】Can he still want this system?

……

"Little Jing." Chu Zishang hugged Tang Jing tightly, and the back of the black robe was completely soaked in blood, turning into a deeper color.

Due to too much blood, the hem of the robe was still dripping blood.

But Chu Zishang didn't care at all, his blood red eyes only focused on Tang Jing in his arms.Only by holding Tang Jing tightly like this can he stop falling into that memory.

"... Strange, monster!" The cultivators who stepped on the flying magic weapon finally came back to their senses from the horrific scene just now.Some monks even had weak feet, almost unable to step on the flying magic weapon under them.

If it was said that they might have had a little luck in their hearts just now, thinking that there were many people on their side, they could still take advantage of the number of people to compete with Chu Zishang.But now, none of them had the guts to do so. Instead, endless fear rose in their hearts, fearing that they would be the next bloody rain.

Soon, some monks couldn't bear the fear in their hearts, so they turned around and ran away while driving the flying magic weapon.

If there is one, there are two. Not long after, the more than 20 monks all fled and left here, as if there was something extremely terrifying behind them chasing them.

Chu Zishang, who was feared by those monks, just buried his head deeply in Tang Jing's neck, and frantically absorbed Tang Jing's breath with the tip of his nose, suppressing his manic anxiety a little bit. .

But then a deeper anxiety surged up again, drowning him again.

It was like the tragic death of the boy engraved in his memory, replaying in his mind over and over again.

Not enough, not enough.

Chu Zishang opened his darker and darker blood-red eyes, then stretched out his hand to break Tang Jing's chin, and kissed Tang Jing's lips deeply.

In this way, absorbing the familiar and reassuring taste, and holding tightly to the treasure that belongs to him in his arms, the madness in Chu Zishang's eyes gradually began to dissipate.