After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

Where the breeze blew, the bamboo leaves rustled, and Wei Siying's mind was unsteady, so he had to step on the leaves and fall to the ground.

Mo Xuanfang almost exposed the dragon's breath just now.Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and turned around immediately.

The door closed silently before he raised his hand.

There was no time to be sad, Wei Siying carefully thought about whether he had revealed his whereabouts when he went to find Mo Xuanfang, even if it was one of his own.

He can't let people know that he has discovered Xianmeng's plan, and he has to give himself time to deal with it.

The answer was no, he breathed a sigh of relief.

and then?

He stared blankly at the bamboo forest outside the window, and suddenly remembered Zeyunju, there was also a bamboo forest there, not only the bamboo forest, but also the fireworks that he was forced to throw away.

His home is literally gone.

He covered his face and finally let himself fall into the darkness.

Is it really to kill him?

It's not worth his life, but he has to pay for the entire Dragon Clan.

Those heartbeats and joys along the way, those secret hopes, rushed out from his fingers at this moment, and fell to pieces with tears.

Ridiculous, Wei Siying.

Why do you bear the name of "Siying" and imagine that you can have a better ending than Hongying?

There is a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred between the Xianmeng and the demons, and human lives must be used to fill the injustice.

He wiped his face vigorously, wiping the last tear from his face.

When he raised his eyes again, he already looked like a king.

The next day, when Mo Xuanfang came to visit, Gu Xifei went out to welcome him: "Sect Master Mo, Lord Long said that he is not feeling well, and we will not see you for the time being. After he recovers, he will personally apologize to Sect Master Mo."

"Oh?" Mo Xuanfang glanced at Wei Siying's room, "Did Dragon Lord say what's wrong? When can I see guests?"

Gu Xifei shook his head, and said with a sad face: "Since Lord Long came back from the land of reincarnation, he has stayed behind closed doors. He has taken pills twice, but he still doesn't feel better."

Mo Xuanfang pondered for a while and said: "The deity will wait a little longer and come back tomorrow."

Gu Xifei watched him leave with a smile, but stood in the yard without leaving. After a while, seeing Mo Xuanfang turned around again, he smiled and went up to meet him.

Mo Xuanfang saw that he was obviously waiting for him to turn back, and thinking that it was Wei Siying's idea, the corners of his lips could not help but smile slightly.

"Mr. Gu, can we see you now?"

However, Gu Xifei shook his head, took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Mo Xuanfang, saying: "Mr. Long, tell your subordinates that if Sect Master Mo leaves and returns, he will hand over this letter to the Sect Master. There will be no need to Goodbye, kind of a farewell."

After he finished speaking, he made a gesture of seeing off the guests.

Although Mo Xuanfang was full of suspicion, it was impossible to go in and tie Wei Siying again in front of Long Jun's subordinates, so he had to leave with the letter.

Back at the resting place, he couldn't wait to open the letter, but there was no beginning or end, only a poem written by Wei Siying himself.

"Looking at the distant mountains and rivers with dry eyes, how much do you know when you go back and forth? Hu Kong is afraid of drinking a glass of wine, and it is difficult to write a rhyme. Silence, the husband recalls his wife and the father recalls his son."

"boom!"

Mo Xuanfang slapped the table case with his palm, and both the letter and the table case were shattered into powder.

Injustice.He sighed.

This poem is a palindromic poem that he and Wei Siying saw in the forbidden area of ​​Lingcang Mountain. It must have been conjectured by later generations, but it actually talked about the secret history between the emperor Taiyi and the butterfly soul he raised without regard for human relations.

"Two Lovesickness" - Husband recalls wife and father recalls son.

Butterfly Soul is both a wife and a son, yet Wei Siying actually compared this to their master and apprentice, thinking of despicable things.

Why don't we have to see each other again in the future? It's clearly because I want to get caught.

Mo Xuanfang closed his eyes, and the knock on the door sounded in his ears.

Meng Xuanzhen tentatively said outside the door: "Sect Master, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, you go first."

Inside the room, Mo Xuanfang gritted his teeth, an impulse welled up in his chest, he wanted to go to Wei Siying to settle the matter.

At night, on the opposite side of the bamboo forest, Mo Xuanfang couldn't find Wei Siying everywhere, and Wei Siying was not in the palace.

He followed a trace of dragon's breath to the downstream of the waterfall, the water was gurgling, and the turbulent water vapor from the upstream poured down, covering this place like a dream.

With the bright moon in the sky, Wei Siying's sphenoid bone confused the eyes of the immortal.

Mo Xuanfang stopped suddenly and turned his back.

"Master, is that you?" Wei Siying's voice came lightly.

The sound of "Master" made Mo Xuanfang soften his heart. He knew that Wei Siying's voice was pleasant, but it had never been so touching as it was tonight.

Mo Xuanfang didn't turn his head, and said in a low voice, "Put on your clothes, I have something to say to you."

"it is good……"

Wei Siying walked towards Mo Xuanfang step by step following the sound of water.

Mo Xuanfang has been staring at the dense forest in front of him all the time, under the moonlight, the dense forest is faintly shadowed, but at this moment, it is throbbing with the sound of water, and his wooden fingers are scratching each other in the breeze.

Mo Xuanfang took a deep breath.

Wei Siying's face appeared in front of the dense forest.

His face was like the moonlight shining on the white jade, with a faint luster, his pupils were pitch black, his black hair was wet and draped over his shoulders, and a few strands of his chest poked into the open placket.

He was already covered with a white robe, which was tied loosely. His body was tall and straight in the thin silk satin, and his shoulders were thin and straight.

He looked at Mo Xuanfang without blinking, his eyes were gradually clouded with water vapor, he closed his eyes suddenly, lowered his head and said, "It's not a promise, we don't have to see you again in the future."

These words hurt Mo Xuanfang. For a moment, he wanted to grab Wei Siying's hand and tie it tightly with a fairy rope, but he restrained himself in the end.

Mo Xuanfang tried his best to be as gentle as possible and said: "Since you still call this deity Master, if you have something to say, this deity has the responsibility to tell you."

"Let's talk..." Wei Siying burst into tears, "It's the last time anyway. Master knows my intentions and won't want me again."

"I didn't want you." Mo Xuanfang blurted out, but he paused immediately, "What I mean is that we shouldn't be like this...so..."

"Shouldn't you be so carefree?" Wei Siying raised his head, his eyes were like a deep pool, with a little glint.

Mo Xuanfang couldn't bear to look any further, and suddenly closed his eyes.

Wei Siying grabbed Mo Xuanfang's hand and stroked his cheek.

"Master, you like me too, don't you?"

He slowly approached his body, his breath warm and entangled, "Master, this stupid thing, if you do it once, you will do it a hundred times. Why should you and I care about those false names? Just do it, and I won't do it." Tell someone."

A cold spiritual power climbed up Wei Siying's neck like lightning, and Xuantian Ziqi choked his throat tightly.

Mo Xuanfang turned his back, and his voice was frosty: "Si Ying, how can you be so disregarding your feelings as a teacher? If you are like this, you can never turn back."

"I said...don't see you again...you didn't listen." Wei Siying coughed violently.

But he didn't struggle or resist, and let him pinch his body softly and fell to the ground.

Xuantian Ziqi stopped suddenly.

Mo Xuanfang turned around, leaned down and said angrily, "Why didn't you fight back?"

"Every time you want to kill me..." Wei Siying looked at him bewilderedly, "I don't want to live anymore."

Mo Xuanfang half-kneeled on the ground dejectedly, holding him in his arms: "When did I say that I wanted to kill you?"

Wei Siying shook his head: "You have already made a plan with Xianmeng to kill me like you killed Hongying, I heard it all."

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The faint roar of the waterfall in the distance, and the sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves, all disappeared at the moment the voice fell.

Wei Siying felt that the hands surrounding him had turned into rocks on the top of the snowy peak of Yukun Mountain, cold and stiff.

Xianzun's face was as indifferent as snow.

Sure enough, I still thought about it, right?

You have already thought about the first time we meet again in three years.

Even if you are reluctant to give up in every way, one day, the hostile sides will force you to take action, because you are the master of Ziyun.

And I am the king of the demon clan.

Wei Siying suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow", and took a heavy breath.

Mo Xuanfang seemed to wake up suddenly, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

"I..." Wei Siying spit out a few mouthfuls of blood one after another, and the blood quickly stained Mo Xuanfang's clothes red.

Wei Siying's face turned pale under the moonlight, his lips trembled, and he panted, "I was raised by Master, who treated me like pearls and treasures... I... I can't repay you, Master wants me Life, I can only give you..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mo Xuanfang's heart ached, he stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, and realized that his meridians were out of order, he must have been poisoned by some kind of poison.

Mo Xuanfang could only feel the buzzing in his head, his mind was befuddled and crazy, but he couldn't say a word, he just poured spiritual power into him desperately.

The spirit and magic power of the two surged together in a chaotic manner. Suddenly, Wei Siying's magic power rushed out violently as if it was going to counterattack Mo Xuanfang.

Wei Siying spat blood again and said, "Master, I'm dying..."

Mo Xuanfang thought he was attacking with poisonous energy, and was trying to suppress it with spiritual power.At this moment, seven dark and cold forces suddenly burst out from the devil's blood, and penetrated into Mo Xuanfang's immortal veins along Mo Xuanfang's fingers.

"You..." Mo Xuanfang opened his eyes wide, looking at Wei Siying in disbelief.

Hearing "嗖嗖嗖", seven Chi Lingyu flew out of his body, and there were hundreds of bloodstains on the white clothes.

Mo Xuanfang fell back silently, the immortal veins were cut off, leaving only a faint breath.

Wei Siying stood up slowly, blood continued to flow from his mouth, and swallowed the poison, which caused his cultivation to be abnormally damaged.

But there was no pain on his face, and he didn't even have any other emotions, just as calm as a machine.

or numb...

"Mo Xuanfang, you should know by now why the widow wants to make false claims with you."

He heard his own voice like a broken bellows, "This is the kind of person you are. A king wants to dominate the world. On the battlefield, the enemy is the enemy, and the friend is the friend. No matter who you are, the widow will kill you. Butterfly words in haste The bird only recovered seven chi spirit jades, which is enough."

"but……"

He closed his eyes and let the uncontrollable blood flow out again.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Mo Xuanfang under his feet looking at him through the water vapor. Even though the immortal veins were severed, even though he was speechless, Mo Xuanfang still had a dignified appearance and immortal aura.

But there were thousands of words in his eyes, and Wei Siying didn't want to read them, nor did he dare to read them.

Wei Siying continued: "But you and I have been a teacher and apprentice, and I can't repay it in this life. People say that the parents who suffer from body and skin can only cut their hair and return it to you... From then on, there will be no Wei Siying in the world, only Haochang Kingdom Emperor Si Ying."

As he spoke, he cut off his hair with dragon flames, and a strand of velvety black hair fluttered on Mo Xuanfang's chest.

He didn't look at Mo Xuanfang again, staggered and turned to leave.

Under the moonlight, he never looked back.

In the middle of the moon, Gu Xifei and An Rui were guarding the edge of the dense forest. When they saw Wei Siying coming back, they rushed forward to support him.

Xing Lian summoned the silver leaf boat, and the four boarded and left in a hurry.

"My lord, I will remove the poison for you." Gu Xifei helped Wei Siying to sit down.

Wei Siying tremblingly cast a barrier, enclosing the two of them.

Gu Xifei frowned.

Wei Siying stared at him coldly, and said for a moment: "Military Master, the widow just cut off his immortal veins, making him unable to leave the customs for at least three years, unable to stop the great cause of my dragon clan, but he did not take his life. Should you be disappointed?"

Gu Xifei hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Why did your majesty say such a thing? I'm terrified."

Wei Siying said: "Are you terrified? If you are terrified, you won't find Meng Xuanzhen to set up this situation together, and make the widow turn against him."

It turned out that I couldn't hide it from him!

Gu Xifei couldn't help but change his face, and said: "I did it as a last resort."

He said "he deserves death" several times, but he didn't hear the voice above his head, so he looked up.

Wei Siying's unparalleled face was slightly raised, and he stared at him sharply. Even the blood on his lips could not erase his majesty as an emperor.

And his hands lying flat on his legs were slender and white, and their skin was like fat. It was such hands that just used Chi Lingyu to cut off the fairy veins of his beloved.

Gu Xifei finally knelt down on both knees, leaned over and said in a trembling voice: "Long live my emperor, long live my minister, I beseech the Holy Majesty to punish me for my crime."