After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

There were tigers and wolves in front and pursuers behind, Jiang Yi was yelling angrily at that hand: "Monster, die!"

"Jiang Daoyou wait!" The hand shook desperately, "It's me! I'm Feng Zizhang!"

Jiang Yi paused as he was about to slash, "Feng Zizhang?"

Half of Feng Zizhang's face was squeezed into the gap, trying to show his existence, "Yes, yes! Fellow Daoist Jiang! Please help me cut it from the outside! It's too difficult to cut inside!"

"Okay, stay out of the way!" Jiang Yizheng knew the virtue of the vine, so he chopped it down with a sword without using his spiritual power.

"This vine is very hard, and it may need to be cut many times—" Before Feng Zizhang finished speaking, the whole vine ball was split in half.

Feng Zizhang opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Although I am blunt in nature, I am born with great strength." Jiang Yi was retracting his sword, and when he saw him surprised, he explained, his eyes fell on Ning Buwei, "Fellow Daoist Li Chengfeng is there?"

"We were trapped in the vine by that Yan Lanpei, but for some reason he didn't come to clean us up." Feng Zizhang patted the dust on his sleeves, and saluted Jiang Yizheng, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Jiang, for your help—"

Before he finished speaking, a rustling voice came, Ning Buwei's face changed, he turned around and ran away with Ning Xiu in his arms, Jiang Yizheng followed closely without turning his head, Feng Zizhang stared blankly at several vines The man climbed to the roof, screamed, and chased after him, "Wait for me!"

There are more and more vines on the ground, and the movements of those vine people who have been sucked out of their spiritual power and soul are becoming more and more flexible. The screams and wailing are endless, and the scalp is numb.

Ning Xiu now forgot the fear in the dark again, thinking that Ning Buwei was leading him to play, giggling while being hugged by his father, not knowing that he was running for his life.

While running, Ning Buwei looked at the huge vines nearly [-] feet thick in the center of the city, nimbly dodged the green leaves wrapping around his ankles, and leapt to a higher roof.

Almost at the same moment when he fell to the ground, the fragment of the Suzaku knife in his arms suddenly began to vibrate violently, as if it was in harmony with other fragments.

There are fragments of the Suzaku knife nearby!

Ning Buwei took out the fragment that still contained spiritual power and drew a sensory symbol with blood. Originally, he just wanted to confirm it. They dragged him to the center of Linjiang City.

Ning Buwei originally wanted to find out, but caught a glimpse of Ning Xiu in his arms from the corner of his eye, and subconsciously reached out to erase the blood talisman, but couldn't free his hand.

"Li Daoyou!" Jiang Yizheng, who was following behind him, shouted loudly: "You can't go to that place!"

Seeing this, Feng Zizhang, who was catching up, rushed up and grabbed Ning Buwei's belt, but the force was too strong and dragged him into the air. Feng Zizhang couldn't hold him alone, so he hurriedly said to Jiang Yi: "Jiang Daoyou help me!" !"

Jiang Yizheng was also warm-hearted, and shouted angrily, straddled his horse and hugged Feng Zizhang's waist, "I'll help you!"

Ning Buwei was hanging in the air, holding on to the fragments of the Suzaku knife with one hand, and holding Ning Xiu with the other. Feng Zizhang grabbed his belt and hung it on his body, barely touching the ground with his toes, and Jiang Yi, who was bound by the horse stance around his waist Being strangled tightly, the three of them were strung together like grasshoppers on a rope.

"Li Chengfeng!" Feng Zizhang felt that his waist was about to be strangled by Jiang Yizheng, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, "Is there something sucked on your body!?"

"Throw away that broken blade—" Jiang Yizheng's eyes were much better than Feng Zizhang's, and he roared in a broken voice: "Those mutated monsters are about to catch up!"

Feng Zizhang was about to be strangled, and said grimly, "Li Chengfeng, throw away that broken blade!"

Ning Xiu stared at Ning Buwei in a daze, probably infected by the tense atmosphere, his mouth shrunk, and he let out a cry.

"Daoyou Li!"

"Li Chengfeng!"

Ning Buwei clenched his teeth, holding on to the Suzaku knife tightly, staring at Ning Xiu with scarlet eyes, for a moment, he wanted to just throw this little thing that was crying non-stop.

The Suzaku Knife is his magic weapon, and it is also the key to his recovery. He can change his mind and not look for other fragments for Ning's revision, but it is impossible to give up the Suzaku Knife in his hand for such a small thing.

He would rather not think that he can live until now, relying on unscrupulous means and no burden.

With Ning Xiu around, he will always be tied up, and he can't be as unscrupulous as before.

Anxiety is a big taboo in the ruthless way.

Ning Buwei stared coldly at the crying little thing in his arms, his face was gloomy, the arm holding Ning Xiu suddenly loosened, and the child in his arms fell to the ground, he turned around and knocked off Feng Zizhang's hand, and his whole body fell to the ground. Going in the direction of the giant vine.

"Child!" Feng Zizhang exclaimed, jumping off the roof before he even had time to guard his sword.

The roof was more than ten zhang high, Feng Zizhang used his spiritual power in desperation, broke several eaves corners, and stretched out his hand to the crying child, but it was still a little short.

Jiang Yi, who was standing on the roof, was piercing the heart of the vine man who was chasing him, turned his head to look down, and said anxiously: "Feng Zizhang! You will die if you rush down like this!"

Not caring too much after saying that, Yu Jian rushed down to save people.

Feng Zizhang gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand to Ning Xiu, grabbing the corner of the swaddle, but the material of the swaddle slipped out from his fingers.

Feng Zizhang was so anxious that his eyes were tearing apart. Seeing that Ning Xiu was about to fall to the ground, a gust of wind rushed over from the side. He grabbed the baby's swaddling clothes with one hand, and grabbed Feng Zizhang's belt with the other, almost It was a vine flying past with its teeth and claws sticking to the ground, stepping on the window lattice, and jumping up nimbly.

Feng Zizhang was thrown onto Jiang Yizheng's sword, and he wiped off his cold sweat with lingering fear.

Ning Buwei was standing on the roof with Ning Xiu in his arms. He stared at the wailing Ning Xiu expressionlessly. The hand holding the child was trembling slightly, while the other hand was dripping with blood dripping down. On the blue tiles.

He lost the only fragment with spiritual power left, and the induction was completely cut off.

Because of such an insignificant little thing, he gave up his talisman.

Rather than not being able to figure out why.

A conversation that seemed a little strange because of the long time suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Chengfeng, how could they let you cultivate the path of ruthlessness?" '

'Ruthless and heartless. '

'Don't listen to their nonsense. '

' They were right. '

'They were wrong. '

'…………'

"Chengfeng, listen to me, don't practice the path of ruthlessness." '

'It has been fixed. '

'Then divert. '

'Cannot be changed. '

'...Chengfeng, if you can't fix it, you will have to change it sooner or later. '

That should have been a long, long time ago. More than 500 years ago, he was not as tall as the other party's waist, so he could only look up at him.

'Ning Xingyuan, what way do you practice? '

The man smiled brightly, "What's your name, Ning Xingyuan, brother."

"Li Chengfeng!" Someone scolded in his ear, "Are you crazy! Throw away your own children!"

Ning Buwei looked up, and saw Feng Zizhang squatting on Jiang Yizheng's broad sword and glaring at him. Jiang Yizheng persuaded him from the side, "Maybe Li Daoyou slipped his hand."

Feng Zizhang choked, stunned for a moment, and asked Ning Buwei, "Really?"

Ning Buwei suddenly felt his throat dry, and couldn't answer for a while——

He was so forced to speak by such two ants that could be easily crushed to death in the past.

Fortunately, before the devil got angry, those persevering vine men chased after him again. Jiang Yizheng controlled his spiritual power and was almost sucked away, so he quickly withdrew his mana and jumped onto the roof with Feng Zizhang.

Those vine people were extremely difficult to deal with, and they could only die if they got entangled. The three of them ran forward all the way, and when they passed by an inn, a window suddenly opened, and someone stretched out half of his body and waved to them, "Fellow Taoists! Hurry up!" Come in!"

It looked like a young boy in a young age, wearing a white robe and black gauze, Feng Zizhang's eyes lit up, "He is a fellow Taoist of the Chongzheng League!"

Jiang Yizheng's eyes were better than his, and he saw the jade plaque of the sect on the other's waist, and said pleasantly, "It's Wushizong!"

Ning Buwei squinted his eyes, followed the two and jumped into the window.

"Chu Xin!" Someone grabbed the boy by the ear and reprimanded him, "How dare you open the window when it's so dangerous outside?"

"I'm saving people!" the boy said unconvinced.

The young man who was reprimanding him let go of his ears, used talisman paper to reinforce the window again, then turned around and cupped his hands at the three of them: "I am the fourth-generation disciple of Wu Shizong 310, Chu Sun, this is my nephew." Chu Xin."

"Thank you Daoist Chu for saving your life." Feng Zizhang hastily cupped his hands in salute, "Feng Zizhang is at Yunzhongmen, Liuzhou, Xiagen Mansion."

"Jiang Yizheng, a disciple of Xiatang in the Four Seasons Hall." Jiang Yizheng also bowed his hands in salute, "Thank you fellow daoist for saving your life."

Chu Xin looked curiously at Ning Buwei who was holding the child.

Ning Bu was unable to salute because he was holding the child, so he could only nod slightly, "Li Chengfeng, casual cultivator."

There are only Chu Sun and Chu Xin in this room. Chu Sun is obviously dissatisfied with Chu Xin's rash rescue, but everyone has already entered, so it is not good to rush outside, so he just turned around and gave Chu Xin a warning look. .

Jiang Yizheng and Feng Zizhang were talking about what the hell was going on outside, and Chu Xin was obviously curious, and joined their discussion with great interest. The three of them twittered together like three sparrows.

Ning Xiu's voice was hoarse from crying a long time ago, and he kept sobbing in Ning Buwei's arms, obviously frightened, Ning Buwei frowned and reached out to wipe his tears, feeling a little anxious all over.

"Don't cry." His sharp side face was tense, and he gently stroked the child's back one after another, apologizing to the child, "It's daddy..."

Ning Xiu cried and coughed, Ning Buwei hugged him a little higher, patted him on the back lightly, and calmed down his voice to coax him, "Hey, don't cry, dad is here."

Ning Xiu held onto his clothes tightly, as if afraid of being dropped by him suddenly.

Ning Buwei couldn't remember anything about Ruqing Dao or Suzaku Knife at the moment, he just wanted to beat himself up.

He'd rather be a complete asshole.

In the vast sea of ​​consciousness, Chu Jun slowly frowned as he looked at the little spiritual consciousness that was still trembling with tears in his arms.

Volume [-]: Farewell