Save the beautiful and tragic hero

Hantan seemed to sense the arrival of Huluyan, the ice mist that had been lingering slowly on the surface of the water suddenly rolled up and down excitedly and crazily like boiling water.

The ice fog is getting thicker.

It was so strong that it dispelled the smell of blood in the air, and occupied the entire cave alone.

After a while, the thicker and thicker ice fog almost condensed into a pair of snow-white hands, which passed over Huluyan's body again and again, and the contact with Huluyan made it excited and fascinated, and wished to melt Huluyan into its own fog.

Mi Lu didn't dare to stay outside alone, so he could only follow Hu Luyan's footsteps into the cave.

When he saw that piece of ice mist entangled Hu Luyan as if it had vitality, he couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise.

That ice fog...

Is Hantan controlling it?

Hantan actually produced spiritual consciousness? !

Obviously, Hantan's liking for Huluyan does not come from Huluyan himself, but from the blood that flowed from Huluyan's body during the time when Huluyan was imprisoned/imprisoned in Hantan.

Huluyan's blood drove Hantan mad.

Since Huluyan escaped, Hantan has lost the highest quality blood supply, so every day he misses the time when Huluyan bleeds for it.

Just thinking of this reason, Mi Lu shuddered, as if the ice mist had soaked into his chest, making his chest numb slightly.

He discovered so profoundly—

This world is full of deep malice for Hu Luyan, even Hantan who suddenly has spiritual consciousness covets the blood in Hu Luyan's body.

No.

To be precise, the birth of Hu Luyan is the greatest malice in this world.

That being the case, what is it that supports Hu Luyan to survive in this quagmire-like world?

If he...

Mi Lu thought for a while, and soon got the answer.

Maybe he had given up the idea of ​​living a long time ago. Isn't it easier to die than to live in many cases?

On the other side, Hu Luyan naturally also felt the touch of the ice mist, he stopped by the edge of the cold pool, became quiet, and suddenly said: "I haven't seen you for a year, do you miss me?"

There seemed to be a smile in Hu Luyan's voice, but when he listened carefully, it was all chilly.

What Hu Luyan answered was the scene of ice mist rushing towards him like crazy.

The ice fog is like a flowing tide, and it engulfs Huluyan's head and shoulders like a bloody mouth, but what it does is in vain, it passes through Huluyan's head and shoulders, and in his Regroup behind.

From the beginning to the end, Hu Luyan remained motionless and was not affected by the ice fog in the slightest.

Until Bing Wu reluctantly tossed and tossed several times.

Only then did Hu Luyan speak softly: "It seems that you miss me very much."

Immediately afterwards, his subject changed sharply, "But it's a pity, I'm not here to feed you."

Bingwu didn't seem to understand Hu Luyan's meaning, and paused for a moment in midair.

But the next moment, it suddenly realized something.

Panic, bewilderment, and fright can be seen from its rapidly churning mist. It pounced on Huluyan again, but it couldn't stop Huluyan from dragging Ming Deyi's body into the cold pool.

The cold pool water instantly submerged Ming Deyi's body, but did not reach Hu Luyan's waist.

Hu Luyan ignored the resistance of the pool, and dragged Ming Deyi's submerged body to the middle of the cold pool step by step.

This scene completely confirmed Bingwu's conjecture. It showed unprecedented fear. In just an instant, it all gathered around Hu Luyan, almost condensing itself into a huge snowball.

"Snowball" tightly wrapped Huluyan.

From the perspective of Mi Lu on the shore, it is impossible to see the situation of Hu Luyan clearly.

He didn't know what Hu Luyan did, nor what the ice mist was afraid of. He watched the "snowball" continue to condense and become smaller and smaller.

At the same time, the pond water has become boiling water, bubbling and bubbling.

The sound of water bubbles continued one after another, densely blocking Mi Lu's ears.

Mi Lu's scalp was numb, and he retreated unconsciously to the cave wall, his back pressed against the cave wall.

The moment he stood firm, a piece of red centered on Huluyan and "Snowball" in the middle of the cold pool, and spread to the entire cold pool at an extremely fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, the pool water was dyed a dazzling red, followed by a strong and disgusting smell of blood and the sound of bubbling so loud that it covered the entire world.

Mi Lu suppressed the desire to vomit, grabbed the cave wall tightly with both hands, and looked up to the middle of the cold pool with a pale face.

He only saw gusts of aura rushing like the wind rushing into that "snowball". The "snowball" was like a mouth with a huge stomach with a bottomless pit, and was forced to gulp down the overwhelming aura.

Strangely, the more spiritual power "Snowball" swallowed, the smaller its volume was.

Mi Lu even felt the pain of being forced from "Snowball". At this moment, "Snowball" is like a duck in a narrow iron cage, with a plastic tube reaching its throat. into the giant stomach.

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In addition to the sound of bubbling, there seemed to be "Snowball" whimpering in pain.

Just when the volume of "Snowball" was condensed to only the size of Hu Luyan's palm, there was a pop.

"Snowball" disappeared.

Instead, countless wisps of black mist poured into Hu Luyan's body like a hungry wolf rushing to eat, but was completely absorbed by Hu Luyan in the next instant.

Hu Luyan's whole body was shrouded in a misty black mist.

From the moment he stepped out of the cold pool, the cold pool was no longer a spiritual pool with spiritual consciousness. It returned to the beginning and became an ordinary stagnant water.

Hu Luyan went ashore wet, dropped something casually, and landed on the ground with a bang.

Mi Lu barely suppressed the nausea that almost filled his lungs amidst the smell of blood, collected himself, and then looked closely, and found that the thing Hu Luyan threw to the ground was a sword.

But it was a dull and ordinary sword.

However, the butterfly pattern engraved on the hilt fully shows that it is not an ordinary sword.

Mi Lu remembered that Yu Buluo, the patriarch of the Hehuan Sect, was born with a butterfly-shaped birthmark. The birthmark was born on her butterfly bone, just like a real butterfly whose wings were about to fly because of the dew.

Therefore, Yu Buluo was especially fond of butterflies. Not only did he set up his sect in the remote Butterfly Valley, but he also asked all the disciples in the sect to carve butterflies on their natal instruments.

The blade of the sword is slender, with sun and moon engraved on one side and flowing water on the other.

And there is a lifelike butterfly on the hilt of the sword.

Mi Lu had seen Yu Buluo's Huadie Sword in the book, and recognized the sword at a glance.

But what surprised him was, why did Yu Buluo's Huadie Sword appear on the back mountain of Yao Zongtang?

And the reason why he was able to read about Yu Buluo in the book was only because Yu Buluo was the founder of the Hehuan Sect, who had lost his fragrance a hundred years ago.

Another point is that Yu Buluo's Flower Butterfly Sword is an artifact with a powerful sword spirit. Why would an artifact that everyone flocks to be reduced to what it is today?

He closed his eyes and tried to sense.

But he couldn't feel the sword spirit of Huadiejian.

Where did the legendary powerful sword spirit go?

The stunned Mi Lu didn't know that just now, the sword spirit and the weak spiritual consciousness bred by the cold pool turned into a white "snowball", which was completely absorbed by Hu Luyan.

When he raised his head as if feeling something, he noticed that Hu Luyan had already walked in front of him.

Hu Luyan reached out and stroked his cheek, feeling his tight jaw line trembling in a small arc, he asked, "Are you going to be angry?"

Mi Lu had heard this sentence many times, and gave a negative answer every time.

But this time, he couldn't give an answer.

He didn't know if he had the right to be angry, he only knew that he was terrified, and there was a vague fear that the situation was developing in an uncontrollable direction.

His heart was gradually occupied by uneasiness and discomfort, and that terrible emotion spread to his limbs, making him visibly bewildered in front of Hu Luyan.

"I……"

However, Hu Luyan didn't give him a chance to answer, so he took up the previous topic: "You can't be angry."

Mi Lu stared blankly at Hu Luyan's face, and opened his mouth soundlessly.

Hu Luyan still had that expressionless expression, but after getting along for so long, Mi Lu was able to see through the appearance the storm brewing below.

It's just the calm before the storm.

"I only have you." Hu Luyan narrated the facts calmly, "So no matter what I do, you can't be angry."

While speaking, the hand stroking Mi Lu's cheek slowly slipped down to Mi Lu's neck.

The slender and cool fingers easily grasped Mi Lu's neck, and the thumb lightly pressed on Mi Lu's Adam's apple.

But the slight strength didn't last long.

Soon, the strength increased.

As the suffocation rushed to the top of the sky, Mi Lu's breathing also became heavy. He was like a wooden doll that was pinched under the fingers by Hu Luyan. As long as the strength increased again, his breathing would stop.

However, Hu Luyan stuck his strength in an appropriate and advantageous position.

Hu Luyan's voice was very soft and gentle, but with a coldness that made people's hearts chill.

He didn't give Mi Lu any room to refuse - he was not discussing this matter with Mi Lu, but unilaterally notified Mi Lu of this matter.

Mi Lu raised her head slightly, her long eyelashes fluttered, her thin lips that lost blood opened and closed, closed and opened again, and finally spit out a few words intermittently: "I... am not angry..."

Hearing this, the corners of Hu Luyan's mouth slowly curled up, revealing the most laugh-like smile so far.

Halfway through the ridiculousness, he suddenly remembered something, and actually retracted his hand like an electric shock, and then quickly distanced himself from Mi Lu.

The force on Mi Lu's neck suddenly disappeared.

Mi Lu covered her neck with both hands, panting violently with her mouth open.

Regardless of his image, he bent down and leaned against the cave wall, only using his trembling feet to support the weight of his body.

After a while, he heard Hu Luyan's footsteps turning around and walking out of the cave.

The outside of the cave did not know when it returned to calm, there was no sound of fighting or wailing, as if nothing had happened before.

But the blood soaked the snow, and the eyes were the gnawed corpses.

Half of Miao Yin's body was gnawed away, and he died at the entrance of the cave, desperately trying to crawl in, his cloudy eyes opened into copper bells.

A cultivator at the golden core stage died so aggrieved in the mouths of a group of mummified puppets.

It may be unbelievable to say it, but this is the fact before us.

Mi Lu felt a little strange.

In this Medicine Sect Hall, whether it is the suzerain Ming Deyi, the elder Miao Yin, or the young suzerain Ming Sui, although their cultivation bases are not low, they all seem to be too weak.

At the same time, Hu Luyan's head turned in the direction of Miao Yin's corpse.

That person used to be like a mountain to him, the source of his daily pain, a height that he couldn't reach no matter how hard he tried to climb up.

Now, that person is too dead to die.

Who was he ever afraid of?

They are nothing but a group of paper tigers who are forced to grow up and deceive themselves.

But it was this group of paper tigers who personally created a nightmare for him that he would never get out of in this life.

Hu Luyan bent down to pick up the corpse bead that rolled to his feet after sensing his presence.

This corpse-transforming pearl is clever, and changed its owner so quickly.

Hu Luyan clasped the corpse pearl with five fingers, and gave an order: "Let Yao Zongtang disappear."

The Corpse Bead was quiet.

Soon, a strange luster appeared in the dark interior.

In the past month, there has been a lot of rumors in Jiuyao County, that is, the flower Wanji of the Demon Realm was rejected by a kid who didn't even have a cultivation level.

Although there are many people who like Wan Ji, there are also many people who hate her. After hearing about this incident, those people jumped out to ridicule and ridicule, trying to see Wan Ji's jokes.

Unexpectedly, Wan Ji didn't take those people's words to heart at all, she still had to eat and drink, and while she was practicing, she was preparing for the sword-drawing day once a year in the near future.

In her spare time, Wan Ji was lying on the low couch eating snacks, but she felt as if she had forgotten something.

She asked Hesha: "Do you think I forgot something?"

Heisha scratched his head and scratched his head for a while, then patted his head suddenly: "That's right, Mingsui!"

At first hearing the name, Wan Ji almost couldn't match Ming Sui with a certain face in her memory. After thinking for a while, she suddenly said, "He."

Heisha said, "He hasn't come to see you for a long time."

"I just said that I have taken a lot of time recently, so it turns out that there is an annoying ghost gone." Wan Ji didn't care about Ming Sui, and when she talked about this topic, she just smiled relaxedly, "He'd better never bother me." .”

"There is also Qi Heng." Heisha thought of another person, "He hasn't come to see you for a long time."

Wan Ji's impression of Qi Heng wasn't that bad. Hearing this, she still showed some symbolic concern: "What is Qi Heng up to?"

Heisha shook his head: "We haven't seen him in Jiuyao County this month."

"Really?" After Wan Ji finished speaking, she was quiet for a while before saying, "Forget it, maybe he found something new, let him go."

While Wan Ji and Heisha were talking about Qi Heng, Xun'er found that Qi Wangtian, the suzerain of the Spirit Pill Sect who was extremely anxious, received a sound transmission talisman from Ming Deyi.

Said that Qi Heng was a guest at Yao Zong Tang, and asked Sect Master Qi to pick him up.

Qi Wangtian was so angry that he crushed the entire sound transmission talisman.

"Well, you are so righteous, you dare to threaten me with my son, I will never let you go easily!" Qi Wangtian gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth.

But the next moment, he frowned and covered his left ear with a hiss.

For some reason, he has had frequent earaches recently.

After all, it is not your own ears, it is difficult to adapt to your own body.

The author has something to say:

Mi Lu (strange face): Ming Deyi and the others are too weak.

Ming Deyi (incompetent and furious): Damn, your husband is too perverted, okay?Even if I die, I will be wronged by you!