a single-handed husband

When the resentment reaches the extreme, it is inevitable to do evil in the end.

Senran tried his best to restrain himself and release it maliciously, Han Ling watched the space around him gradually being filled with black, and suddenly became flustered.He could feel the chill, and he also realized that something was wrong and wanted to stop, but the kind of sympathy that was as thin as a gossamer made him unable to do it at all.

A "buzzing" sound came into my ear.

We are the same, we are one, so you cannot deny, because you cannot deny yourself.

Lost weight for a moment, like falling into the abyss.In another moment, the eyes turned back to the appearance of blood mist.

In the boundless space, there are only the sound of rapid breathing and beating heart.

what happened?

Han Ling wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and it took a long time for his empty eyes to light up again.Looking up, it was still the same, as if nothing had happened.Han Ling paused, and patted his forehead with his hand.

Forget it, it's important to save lives.

Raising his finger again to point at Xiao Qi, Han Ling curled his lips and said: "Ba Fang Yao, listen to my orders, don't let him die."

When saying the last five words, Han Ling really wanted to slap herself.What order is this?It's too earthy and too ugly!But after thinking about it, his mind really didn't allow him to use any fancy rhetoric.Seeing the blood mist floating around Xiao Qi, Han Ling turned around and sighed wearily.Forget it, the words are rude, let's just settle for it, anyway, as long as you don't die, you can do anything, wait until you find your sister

At once--

With a thump in his heart, Han Ling twitched his mouth.So what about my sister?

Looking up and down, turning around, the huge space, except for such a poor beam of white light, is really black and black.

How to find it?Just now I changed the venue as soon as I thought about it, why is it still such a poor place after thinking about it for so long now?That Changming's technique is useless!No, calm down... Memory Peep?So what was this phantom originally for?Originally, these memories were installed, so I was able to convert them.That sister and I broke in from the outside, so it wasn't originally here, so I can't control it!

Dropping his palm with a fist, Han Ling nodded as if he had realized something.In this case, it must be useless to think about it, so we can only use the old method.What about breath tracking? Seeing how cool others are using it, I should be able to do it too, right?Something with my sister's breath... I can find it if I say it.Han Ling felt around her body, and it took a while to feel it.The saliva beads tied around the neck, my sister seems to use it to find me every time, this will definitely work!

Once picked and thrown, blood mist suddenly rose. "Bafang Yaoyao, follow my orders and lead me to find Yan Yao."

As soon as the words fell, the pearls of Fang's saliva glowed red.Zhuzhu made a circle around Han Ling and came to him, and made two pushes forward to signal him to follow.

Han Ling smiled, turned around and hooked his fingers, and the blood mist wrapped in Xiao Qi obediently followed.

really obedient!

Then, Zhuzi walked forward, Han Ling followed behind, fully automatic without using hands, and Xue Wu led Xiao Qi to follow him steadily.While walking, there was still blood light to open the way. Although it only illuminated a little place, Han Ling was still very happy watching.This blood curse is really easy to use!

After walking happily for a long time, Fang Salizhu finally stopped.It was still pitch black in front of my eyes, but it didn't feel the same as before.

Han Ling looked at it for a while, then suddenly waved her hand vigorously.

In fact, he was just trying blindly, because Yan Yao got everything done with a wave of his sleeves every time.His heart itched to see it, and there was no one around, so he didn't feel ashamed if something happened.

However, it seems that the force is a bit fierce.

A gust of gust of hula-la directly blows Han Ling into a mess.

After a while, his hair drooped.

"Cough, cough, cough—" Fortunately, it doesn't carry sand like the wind from the west building, otherwise it would be really choking.what happened?Is my sleeve too small? Too much force?

In doubt, his eyes suddenly turned red.

The overwhelming fiery red, I can't tell where it started to spread, but in the blink of an eye, the whole world has changed

No detail, no sound, just ripples underfoot.

The mirror water reflects the sky, there is no end.Behind him, there was a faint chill.

Han Ling paused, subconsciously turned his head.

The sound of water turning feet.Above the ripples is a huge silver-white skull.

So close, hold your breath.

The skeleton floated quietly in the air, shining with silver light.Its two eye holes are cold.

It took a long time for the still picture to be broken by a breath of cold air.Han Ling took a step back, looking at the skeleton with a pale face.The smooth bone surface seems to have life, and the huge nostril hole is emitting cold air faintly, almost like breathing.

Obviously breathing!Han Ling took another step back, staring at it in horror.Why can you see him in the eyes of the skeleton?How can it really breathe?Look at me?Why does it want to look at me?God, help!I'm being targeted by skeletons!Wait a minute, in fact, if you look carefully, this skeleton is still pretty good-looking.And even though the breath was cold, it didn't feel very fierce, and even a little... holy?

Taking another step back, Han Ling patted his forehead heavily.His bad memory, isn't this just a praying skeleton, my sister's heart!Damn it, I didn't even remember it for a while!No wonder, it breathes, and as a heart, it's no wonder.Just how...he's here?

Looking at the praying skeleton like this, Han Ling stretched out his hand unconsciously.I tapped my fingertips lightly, but immediately retracted like an electric shock.This is too cold!It's really cool, the kind that cools all over the body.It's just... After the momentary coolness passed, the silkiness left on his fingertips gave him a strange familiarity.

Jade?crystal?They are all alike, and they are not alike.

Han Ling frowned, and suddenly turned away a little guilty.Why is it looking at me like this, as if it is examining the prisoner?Creepy.But speaking of it, didn't I want to find my sister?How did you find it?The order was correct...

With a thought, she tapped her toes to the ground, and Yan Yao retreated a lot.Then, wave as usual.

The order was right, and it was it that was wrong.The praying skeleton is clearly in the hands of my sister, if my sister does not have an accident, it will definitely not come out.Is it an illusion again... In that case, just break it up.

The blood mist swept across, easily breaking up the skeletons.With a circle of ripples, the picture suddenly changed again.

The background color is still red, but it is obviously more chaotic.It's the standard blood curse red.

Seeing this, Han Ling was inexplicably relieved, after all, he was too familiar with this color, familiarity even made people feel safe.Out of the corner of his eye, a touch of whiteness leaked in.

Overjoyed in his heart, Han Ling touched the ground and ran over.With a glance, the raised corners of his mouth froze on his face.

It's Yan Yao.It was Yan Yao who was kneeling on the ground, distraught as if possessed by a demon, and still muttering words.For some reason, his hair was all white, his face was covered in blood, and there was a horrific scar around his eyes.

Even if he was facing Han Yao, he shivered on the ground as if he didn't see it.Blood dripped from his face along with his trembling, and when he got close to Han Ling, he realized that the dripping blood had already merged into a puddle, and Yan Yao was almost kneeling in the blood.The white-clothed plain hands have already been soaked in blood red and drenched.

Han Ling didn't know what propped her up to him.All he knew was that at that glance, he clearly saw his equally white eyebrows, his empty eyes, and half of his cursed, pitted face.Blood kept flowing, from the edge of the scar, from the eyes.

Yan Yao's complexion was almost pale.With his current appearance, anyone who looks at him will be scared away.monster, isn't that what it is

Han Ling shivered and knelt down, stretching out his hand tentatively. "……elder sister?"

"Don't!" Yan Yao bounced away like a frightened sparrow.As soon as the big move was made, the scar on his face was suddenly torn.Blood poured down like crazy.

"Master, Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

-shock.

Yan Yao froze in place, staring blankly at the person in front of him who suddenly yelled like crazy, and then continued to chatter in a daze

Come.

Did he read these two sentences all the time?Why, what did he see?How did it become like this?Was he really...not a phantom?Master... I heard about the Xuanmen Conference, and they said that Yao Chang was killed by his sister.is that true?Is it now... like this?

"elder sister!"

"Don't come here!" Yan Yao took a step back, looking at Han Ling like a monster.There was nothing in his eyes, and panic wrung with blood on his face. "No! Go away! Go away! No, no, I don't want, I don't want anything... Master, I only want Master..."

The initial scream turned into a cry.Helplessness, sadness, despair, each word pierced Han Ling's heart fiercely.

I can not cultivate, I can be expelled from Wangba Mountain, I can be trampled and abandoned by thousands of people, I can be nothing, I can not die, I can not want anything!It's just... Master, please, wake up, okay?Don't do this, okay...

Taking a deep breath, Han Ling stretched out his hand.

"Chang Ming, if I'm really your eyeball, then I can use your spiritual power too, right? If you like illusion so much, can you make me illusion too... No, no, you are my soul Li, you should listen to me." There was a layer of frost in the slightly drooping eyes. "I order you, make me into Yao Chang."

Black air emerged from the palm of his hand, wisps of it, covering him with coldness.

"Yan Yao."

The trembling figure stopped.Lifting his face stiffly, Yao Chang's smile reflected in his empty eyes.

"Master...Father?"

"Yan Yao." The coldness just now turned into spring water in an instant.This master, really, pierced the softest part of Han Ling's heart.Slowly approaching, reaching out to his pale and skinny hand soaked in blood.

Yan Yao subconsciously dodged back again, but the range was much smaller than before.

Is it effective... A wry smile suddenly came from my heart, and Han Ling moved a little closer.

Spread five fingers and hold his hand that is about to shrink.Bitingly cold.

Han Ling trembled, squeezed his hand tightly, and pulled him directly into her arms.

It's like hugging a corpse with only skin and bones left, and the chest is hard and painful, and it's too cold.Han Ling bared her teeth, resisting the discomfort and hugged him tightly.

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Seventh H—Chapter

The figure in his arms was still trembling, and the blood fell drop by drop onto Han Ling's hand.

"Master...Father," Yan Yao tremblingly buried in his chest, "Really, is that you?"

"……certainly."

"Yes, yes, that's great."

With a smile, his scar cracked a little more.Hearing the heartbreaking tearing sound, Han Ling frowned, and couldn't help but said: "Can you, stop laughing? When you smile, the wound will open, and Master's heart aches."

"That's right..." Yan Yao smiled again, and a large drop of blood dripped onto Han Yao's hand again, "But Master, seeing you makes me so happy, I... can't help it."

"If you don't hold back, I will leave."

"Farewell, Master!" Yan Yao hurriedly grabbed his clothes and begged, "Don't go, I won't laugh anymore, don't go, please...

...?

Laughing and laughing, he cried again.Han Ling unconsciously hugged her tighter, trying to make herself feel better.

He turned out to be such an arrogant person!The yin and yang ghost doctor, Bai Yan Wang, is a frightening person!Now, now, it is so humble... This is the first time Han Ling heard him beg for help, and he begged for the same person twice.Elder sister, elder sister, Yao Chang, is so important to you...

After a long time, the crying stopped.The two hugged quietly, their bodies were covered in blood, but neither of them wanted to wake up.

"Yan Yao" Huh? "

"What's the matter with the scar on your face?"

Yan Yao trembled, gripped Han Ling's clothes tightly and said weakly: "Master, do you think I'm ugly?"

Han Ling froze for a moment, then said angrily and funnyly: "Master is just worried."

"Hmm... the backlash of the blood curse."

"That's right..." Han Yao looked at more and more blood in his hands, but he didn't dare to look at Yan Yao's face.He was afraid that he couldn't help it, his heart couldn't stand the stimulation anymore. "It hurts."

"It doesn't hurt." The messy white hair shook in his arms, "Isn't it just a change of skin, it doesn't hurt at all."

"Change the skin?" After subconsciously blurting out, Han Ling immediately regretted it.Yan Yao is so well-behaved now, probably as long as he asks, he will answer.Saying those horrible things on purpose or with real ease.In fact, it made him a little scared.

"Well, the last curse left too many scars on the body, so this time the blood curse backfired, and the skin on the body had to be replaced. It was interrupted when it was changed to the eyes, so it was not replaced."

Last time?this time?How many times in total?Do you suffer in different ways every time?In the end, what did he rely on to support himself?

"Then why, was it interrupted?"

"Huh? Because those monks wanted to kill me, Master didn't want to save me—"

Suddenly, there was no sound.The body that had been covered with great difficulty instantly became cold again.

"Master didn't want to save me—" looked up, it was gray and empty and dead, "Is it dead?"

The pupils shrank, and the person in his arms suddenly disappeared into smoke and dust.

Han Ling stayed where she was, looking at the ground and the blood that was still wet on her body.Reason told him that what happened just now must be an illusion, and it should be an illusion when Yao Chang died.But why, he can meet Yan Yao, and even talk to him?Yan Yao's eyes at the last second were the scariest eyes Han Ling had ever seen in his lifetime, bar none.Really... No, no, slow, slow.

After sweating for a while, Han Ling finally stood up.Glancing at Xiao Qi who was still haunted by the blood curse not far away, the sudden intimacy made his fear lessened a lot.As soon as he took a step, a circle of black air circled from his toes and left his body.Looking down at his hand, it has changed back to his own appearance.Han Ling blinked, propped his chin up and moved slowly.

Changming's illusion is still a bit useful.It's just that this blood curse...why didn't it start right?

As soon as he stopped walking, he dropped his hands.

It's not that the blood curse is wrong, but two, both of them are Yan Yao!One is his heart and the other is his body.My sister must have been affected by the illusion that she became like that just now.So Xiao Qi is also like this, he must have seen the memory of Li Sheng, and this time he became like this instead of her.In other words, this illusion can be changed by oneself. Xiao Qi may not be able to get out because he has no other choice. What about my sister?

He hasn't... changed at all.So, he's stuck, right?Thinking of this, Han Ling's heart tugged again.In that case, it would be impossible for him to pass over, maybe he would become enchanted and become unaware of what happened.Sister actually, can go to

just now.

Thinking of this, Han Ling couldn't help moving again.It doesn't matter, if he can't get over it, I'll just help him get through it.A mere illusion, what else can I do?

The corner of his mouth raised. "Chang Ming, you probably won't admit that your illusion is not as good as others', right? You are a god anyway. If that's the case, it should be a piece of cake for you if I want to break this illusion, right?"

Hei Ling seemed to have answered his words, flowing out of his body continuously, and soon covered Xiao Qi beside him.

Stand still and grab the void.

In the vast void, only the sound of the shattering of the mirror, and the praying skeleton gradually emerged in the air.

No words, just stretch out your hands.The Qiling Skull floated to Han Ling's hand and twirled around, then suddenly shrunk and crashed into his chest.The silver chain rang softly, and he turned into a necklace and tied it around his neck.A faint stream of light drifted out from the skeleton, along Han Ling's arm to the hand.

The streamer entangled and turned into a demon.It was still the same attire as when he came here, but his hair was loose, soaked in blood, and there was a horrible scar on his face that was oozing blood.

Gently catching Yan Yao, Han Yao looked down at him.On the face with closed eyes, there are residual bloodstains and tears.It was him, it was always him.He was the one who was afraid, it was him who was in despair, it was him who was bewildered and terrified.

Sister, I'm sorry, I shouldn't make you suffer.

"Su Yue!" In the broken mirror, there was a person roaring. "You are clearly his property, but you are not obedient even though you have recognized the Lord's. A mere 200-year-old wraith still dares to shout in front of me. I want to see what you are capable of!"

The spirit rises from the ground, blowing the floating mirror into chaos.Amidst the sound of debris colliding, there was a faint sharp roar.

"The Wraith of All Life is just a plaything with my fingertips. Before the ever-bright hellfire, it's just a casual look. You harmed him because you were looking for

die. "

The black air turned into fire, sweeping through the void in the blink of an eye.In one second, all the sounds subside instantly; in another second, all objects turn into dust and disperse.

Falling fire into stars is the house of Mihua, and the Suyue hairpin that fell to the ground as if it had lost its luster.

The black flame danced around Han Ling's face and disappeared.The blood mist wrapped Xiao Qi and gently put him on the ground.Han Ling hugged Yan Yao, walked to Mi Hua's bed with a dark face, and gently put him on it.

"Bafang sprites, listen to my orders, heal his wounds, and let him wake up."

Probably because of eagerness, Han Ling realized after finishing speaking that it is possible to heal the wound, so that people can wake up, what should I do?However, the blood mist was too obedient and had already flown out.

Han Ling looked at her blood-stained clothes, then at Yan Yao's dirtier clothes, and at Mi Hua's elegant and tidy bed

.Without hesitation, sit.

Maybe it was too nervous, maybe it was too boring, Han Ling just stared blankly at Yan Yao, waiting for him to wake up.How would the blood curse wake him up?But speaking of it, the operation just now was really a bit ruthless.Changming Prison Fire...why did you come up with such a name? But fortunately, it's quite face-saving, and it really looks like fire when it comes out.Moreover, fierce enough, domineering enough.It seems that it doesn't conflict with the blood curse, and I don't feel anything after using it. It should be pretty good.Next, can I control the illusion?

While thinking about it, the blood mist in front of him has gradually receded, but it didn't dissipate like before, but merged into a wisp.The glowing red directly attracted Han Ling.

Then, the wisp of blood mist trembled and fell towards Yan Yao's head.

"Aw—" a jump.

Accompanied by howls, the blood mist disappeared as if he had retired.

Han Ling twitched her mouth and helped her forehead helplessly.The method of waking up is really barbaric.Sighing, Han Yao greeted Yan Yao with a smile.

-stiff.

Yan Yao looked at his frozen face, curled her lips and said, "What's the matter, what are you laughing at?" Looking at his expression, Yan Yao couldn't help but look at herself.

Well, the second senior brother's bed was covered in blood all over his body.What, didn't he just sit on it with his ass!My hands, feet, and hair are all fine!What is he looking at?

Yan Yao squinted his eyes and compared his gaze to Han Yao's.

So right, is it... my face?what's on my faceI touch—

As soon as he touched it, Yan Yao's hand stopped on his face.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird.They stared at each other, and no one spoke.

After a long time, Yan Yao lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Did the scar on my face scare you?"

Han Ling trembled, shook his head subconsciously, and immediately opened his mouth and said, "Why, the blood curse can't be cured?"

Suddenly smiled. "You used a blood curse to heal me?"

Han Ling nodded.

"Idiot." Yan Yao put down his hand, "This is something brought by the blood curse, and there is only one chance to get rid of it. I have already missed that chance."

"Yes—" Han Ling paused, lowered his eyes and said, "Is that so..."

Seeing him like this, Yan Yao couldn't help squinting his eyes. "You knew already?"

Han Ling lowered her head and did not speak.

"Then you, you saw me in such a miserable state, didn't you?"

silence.

"Did I...do something unreasonable to you?"

"no!"

"Don't be so excited." Yan Yao couldn't help laughing, "Did you break the illusion?"

''■…"Hmm...,,

"Where's Xiao Qi?"

"There." Han Ling pointed weakly, a little aggrieved, "waiting for your rescue."

''puff--"

"why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing, nothing." Yan Yao covered her mouth and said, "It's just that I didn't expect that you would be so active in saving me and just leave him alone. He is obviously so much worse than me. Poor, really pitiful!"

"Sister! I'm not, it's because I don't know how to take over... I didn't do it on purpose."

"Fine, fine, not on purpose." Yan Yao moved her buttocks and sat closer to him.

Seeing him approaching with a face full of smiles, Han Ling instinctively moved back.

Then, you move, and I move too.Then, Han Ling was forced to the corner of the bed.

"Sister, sister, what are you going to do? Kill people to silence them?"

"Oh?" Yan Yao smiled kindly, "Do you think you saw something you shouldn't?"

Han Ling shrank back, not daring to make a sound.

"Xiao Ling, thank you."

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