Ten thousand people think that the brother is reborn

There are bamboo forests all over the place, the terrain is complex and varied, and there is only the occasional sound of bamboo leaves falling.

Shen Mohan wrapped one hand around Luo Yunzhou's waist, raised his spiritual power and galloped away in the opposite direction.

One is black and the other is white, their hair is intertwined, and the voice of Master Zhuohua can be vaguely heard behind him, full of malice.

"You can't escape."

After an unknown amount of time, the surrounding area was extremely silent, as if the person had been thrown away.

Accompanied by Luo Yunzhou's increasingly heavy breathing, there was also a strong bloody smell lingering around his body.

Shen Mohan stabilized his breath, and slightly tightened the hands resting on Luo Yunzhou's waist.

Beads of sweat dripped down Shen Mohan's chin, and there was very little spiritual power left in his body.

No, he cannot stop.

What to do?

He understood Master's temperament, and the chance of escaping was almost zero.

In the end how to do……

Shen Mohan's thoughts were confused, his dark eyes were dark and dull, but the steps under his feet did not stop for a moment.

"Well……"

The person in his arms let out a low gasp uncontrollably, with a rising end and a slight tremor.

This muffled hum brought Shen Mohan back to his thoughts.

He hugged Luo Yunzhou even tighter, but his movements were extremely gentle, his fingertips gently stroking the soft flesh around his waist.

"What's wrong?" Shen Mohan asked, his tone mixed with worry and distress, "The wound hurts?"

Luo Yunzhou tried his best to suppress the turbulent spiritual power in his body, and nodded with difficulty, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent.

"The spiritual power in the dantian... is scurrying around."

That spiritual power was rampaging through the veins of the young man in white. Every inch of Luo Yunzhou's blood vessels was under extreme pressure. Coupled with the two people's non-stop progress, the spiritual power became more and more uncontrollable.

Pain... like being bitten by thousands of ants, every bone marrow seems to be smashed, excruciating pain.

Shen Mohan has been with Zhuohua Daoist for so many years, so how could he not know the power of his spells.

Master Zhuohua has always been ruthless, although he often smiles, the actions of his subordinates are more ruthless.

Even...he is his apprentice.

Every time Shen Mohan made a mistake, he would be thrown into a water prison by Zhuohua Daoist, and he would be cast with spells to make him unable to survive or die.

Unless Daoist Zhuohua lifts it himself, he will have to bear it and suffer a lot.

Shen Mohan sighed slightly, and brought Luo Yunzhou into a relatively hidden corner, and then used sword energy to sweep away the breath and traces left along the way just now, covering the surroundings with enchantments.

He raised his hand and gently wiped the fine sweat from Luo Yunzhou's forehead, his eyes were full of pity.

Feeling Shen Mohan's movements, Luo Yunzhou subconsciously wanted to slap that hand away, but he really couldn't summon up the strength.

He frowned, clenched his teeth tightly, and his finger bones turned white with force.

It's rare for the young man in white to show a tired and fragile look, but he doesn't know that this can arouse the feeling of abuse in people's hearts.

What kind of technique is this...it's so treacherous.

The two of them looked at each other speechlessly, leaving behind heavy gasps that ate away at the man in black's sanity bit by bit.

After about a long while, Luo Yunzhou's delicate and small Adam's apple rolled gently, and he slightly opened his lips, his voice was slightly hoarse but not unpleasant: "Who the hell are you?"

Shen Mohan kept staring at Luo Yunzhou's bright red and full lips, his fingers slightly bent, his black pupils gradually deepened, and desires surged in his heart.

Hearing Luo Yunzhou's question, it took a while to recover.

He lowered his eyes to hide the expression in his eyes, and tried not to have any ups and downs in his voice: "I...we have met before."

seen?Luo Yunzhou was full of thoughts, his body trembled slightly, and the pain made him unable to concentrate.

But in the two lives he lived, his interpersonal relationship was extremely simple, but he still couldn't remember this person.

Shen Mohan looked at the appearance of the young man in white, how could he not know what he was thinking, and suddenly felt a little bitter in his heart.

He evened out his breath, raised the corners of his mouth with difficulty, and said, "My name is Jiang Mian, Shen Mohan...it's my fake name to get close to you."

Jiang Mian... Jiang Mian?

Luo Yunzhou raised his eyelids and looked at Shen Mohan indifferently.

The figure of the man in black gradually overlapped with the cowardly and incompetent young man in the secret realm hundreds of years ago. If you look carefully, you can see that there is indeed some resemblance between his eyebrows and eyes.

Luo Yunzhou couldn't help but chuckled, but then he frowned and groaned when the wound in his body was involved.

He swallowed the rusty breath in his throat, and said slowly: "It turned out to be you. It's really a good trick."

It was hidden so deeply that the layout had been planned since then.

He is worthy of being the apprentice of Daoist Zhuohua, he really is the best in the blue.

Luo Yunzhou, Luo Yunzhou, even after hundreds of years, he still hasn't improved at all...

Still so stupid and naive.

Shen Mohan watched Luo Yunzhou close his eyes and turn his head away, suddenly flustered, he clenched his hands tightly, wanting to touch the young man in white, but he didn't dare.

"I'm sorry..." His throat was dry, and he could only murmur these three words.

If he could do it all over again, he would definitely not do it.Certainly not.

Luo Yunzhou didn't pay attention to Shen Mohan's words. The pain in his body made him feel like a thick membrane was covering his ears, and any sound became indistinct, ethereal, far and near.

Shen Mohan finally stopped talking, his pitch-black pupils never left Luo Yunzhou for a moment, that gaze almost turned into reality, entwining the beautiful young man in every thread, unwilling to let go.

Shen Mohan sat lightly beside Luo Yunzhou, raised his hand several times, but finally let it go.

He squeezed Luo Yunzhou's slender wrists, turning his spiritual power into warm streams, soothing the pain in Luo Yunzhou's body little by little.

He is willing to stay by his side, protect him, and make up for the mistakes he has made.

The two sat quietly like this, only to feel that it was night.The surroundings are completely silent, and the moonlight is hidden under the thick dark clouds, and there is no light at all.

Shen Mohan ignited a fire in front of him, then looked at Luo Yunzhou who was still a little unconscious on one side, the fire flickered on and off, warmly hitting the face of the young man in white.

Tranquil and beautiful.

Shen Mohan's eyes couldn't help being filled with tenderness that even he couldn't detect.

If it can go on like this... that's fine.

Suddenly, a slight sound caught Shen Mohan's attention.

He stood up and said sharply, "Who?!"

A figure came slowly from the dark place, and the empathy fan was turning lightly in the hands of Master Zhuohua.

Shen Mohan was not surprised, but couldn't help but keep his fingers together.He knew that it was only a matter of time before Master Zhuohua could find him, but he never imagined that it would be so fast.

"Why, you don't want to shout when you see Master?"

Zhuohua real person's ending sound rises, which clearly means danger.

Shen Mohan lowered his head and squeezed out two words with difficulty: "Master... respect."

Master Zhuohua brushed off the dust that didn't exist on his body, and walked two more steps. His eyes turned around the two people in front of him a few times, and finally settled on Luo Yunzhou.

He opened his lips leisurely: "I thought you were just using him, did you really become emotional?"

The sparks on the ground flickered and made a crackling sound.

Half of Shen Mohan's face was hidden in the cold darkness.He slowly shifted his gaze to the warm red flame, and his cold and hard face softened a little under the light.

Like a moth that has been chasing light all its life, even if there are thorns and flames in front of it, it will end up in ashes and smoke, and it is willing to jump into it.

No regrets.

"Master, I have always regarded you as the most important person. You let me live as soon as I live, and let me die as soon as I die."

Shen Mohan's tone was calm, as if he was talking about something ordinary, "Right now, I only have this one request. I hope Master will fulfill it."

Master Zhuo Hua was silent for a while, and a low smile overflowed from his lips, carrying the wind and rain that was about to come.

He looked at Shen Mohan disdainfully, his raised peach eyes were full of sarcasm: "It turns out... even a dog that has been raised for hundreds of years will bite its master back."

Hearing this, Shen Mohan's hands tightened unconsciously, the veins on his hands were a little raised, his lips were tightly pursed, and he didn't speak.

"For so many years, I haven't looked at you properly." Master Zhuo Hua pretended to be guilty, and sighed, "So you are already this big."

He put away the folding fan and gestured slowly with one hand: "When I brought you back to Xuanwei Sect, you were just an abandoned baby who didn't cry or make trouble, but you were very well-behaved."

"Afterwards, he followed me all the time and got a glimpse of a chance to cultivate immortality, so he was able to continue his life."

Master Zhuohua still had a smile on his face, and he slowly lowered his hand, but his tone became more and more indifferent, as if ice had been quenched: "You can have everything today because of me. But in the end, you did it for others. ,betray me."

Shen Mohan took a few quick breaths, and suddenly, he knelt down, his back still straight.

Master Zhuohua raised his eyebrows, but he didn't stop him: "What are you doing?"

"Master, I just ask you to let him go," Shen Mohan kowtowed a few times, "I am willing to replace him, to remove the bones..."

Before Shen Mohan could finish speaking, a powerful force knocked him to the ground in an instant, and the bloody aura lingered in his throat, unable to move for a long time.

"idiot!"

Only then did Master Zhuo Hua get really angry, Tao Hua's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he no longer had the calm look he had just now.

The snow-patterned boots embroidered with shark silk stepped on Shen Mohan's back. He continued to exert coercion, and said coldly: "Do you think that I really dare not kill you?"

"Don't say it's you, even if it's my master, I can still kill you."

The blood in Shen Mohan's body continued to surge up, and his eyes were already darkened.

It took too much spiritual power to clear Luo Yunzhou's veins just now, and he couldn't resist this powerful force at all.

Panting for breath, he said intermittently: "Disciple...don't dare."

"Don't dare?" Master Zhuohua sneered, and the strength under his feet became more and more merciless, "I think you are very brave!"

The atmosphere between the two of them was like a bowstring, and the killing intent was out of control.

"..."

Just when Shen Mohan spit out another mouthful of blood, a cold and malicious voice suddenly sounded.

"It's really interesting. Is this... Nest Rebellion?"

Master Zhuohua squinted his eyes, stepped back a few steps, and placed the empathy fan between his fingers like a weapon.

I saw Sword Master Fu Qing approaching slowly with his sword in hand, the white clothes on his body were covered with spattered blood stains.

It's like... just experienced a massacre.