Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

Xie Qiushi left Yemeng Bieyuan, stepped onto the white horse that Zhumei had left in the backyard stable, with a long howl, he stepped into Juntian Road facing Lei.

He was dressed in plain white cloth, with a scarlet cloak hastily draped over it, and his hair was half untied in a jasper crown. He looked down and out, but when the thunder struck his shoulders that day, he was talking and laughing happily, Stand still.

All the heavenly soldiers and generals were shocked by it, only to see that the king who killed the gods folded his fan, and the impregnable city gate collapsed.

"I'm going to kill the ghost general Ying Hongyu!" Xie Qiushi said loudly, "You are stationed here, don't act rashly until you get an order!"

The generals said yes, Xie Qiushi entered the city lightly like a red cloud, stepping on the thunder light, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Ying Hongyu wearing a black heavy armor, with scales covering his body like snake skin.

"Xie Qiushi." He looked at Xie Xianjun with hatred to the marrow, holding a scimitar shaped like a full moon in both hands, and laughed hoarsely, "I heard that today is the day when you are about to die. Sending you a ride forward is considered a great achievement!"

Xie Qiushi looked at him, and smiled slightly: "I see Ying Guijiang's appearance, but his limbs are not working hard, his feet are limp and his body is weak. Why don't I teach you eight hundred tricks and teach you to be good?"

While the two were talking, the thunder never stopped, reflecting a pale and blue streak on Xie Xianjun's face, Xie Qiushi's smile continued, but his feet quickened his movements, and the killing fan swung out, and the glowing fan surface cut straight towards Ying. Red rain neck.

Ying Hongyu raised the scimitar to parry, parried the fan bones, but couldn't blow the wind, how fierce the killing fan is!Fanning the wind everywhere, it knocked the ghost back half a step, and the Washer collapsed. At the same time, another thunderbolt struck his head, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

Ying Hongyu took advantage of the situation and stepped forward, stretched out the scimitar, the round blade circled around the folding fan, and hooked Xie Qiushi's back neck, Xie Qiushi suddenly shrank back, causing the injury of the thunder calamity, staggered, and fell into the rubble on the ground among.

"Famous generals also have their twilight days." Ying Hongyu grinned and walked towards Xie Xianjun with a scimitar in his hand.

Xie Xianjun tapped the ground with his fan and jumped up with his strength. The two sharp blades met for the second time, sparking a series of electric fires. , cannot be removed.

"Small tricks are nothing." Xie Qiushi's blue eyes were deep, his smile was cold, and his body was bruised and bruised, but he was able to handle it with ease. The small folding fan seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he pressed the blade of the blade in his hand to his face little by little.

"Shut...Shut up!" He trembled subconsciously, but he was indifferent to the mighty force coming from in front of him. He struck the top of Xie Qiushi's skull with his left hand, but was caught by the lifeline in an instant. At the same time, his There was a sharp pain in the back of his neck, he stared and lowered his head, only to see that the round blade in front of him happened to bend around his neck, cutting into his flesh little by little from the back of his neck.

"You!" Ying Hongyu trembled and stopped, not daring to move for a moment.

Suddenly, the pressure from Xie Qiushi's end disappeared.

Ying Hongyu jumped several feet in a row, only to see Xie Xianjun looking at the folding fan in his hand in a daze, and said in puzzlement: "You didn't bleed."

Ying Hongyu was taken aback for a moment, raised his hand to touch the back of his neck, there really wasn't a drop of blood, instead, his hand was full of powdery ash sawdust, he immediately yelled at Xie Qiushi: "What did you do?"

Xie Qiushi just looked at the brick walls and plaster all over the floor in a daze, three thunderbolts hit his back one after another, before he could resist, he knelt heavily on the ground.

"There is no one on your street." He vomited blood, as if he didn't know the scars on his body, "There is no one in Juntian Dao."

Xie Xianjun charged up Yingtai Mountain aggressively with wounds all over his body, and roared before reaching the door: "Where is Yan Chicheng? Where is Yan Chicheng? Tell him to get out! Tell me clearly!"

Yingtai Mountain was silent, he stood there blankly for a while, suddenly he felt a little scared and helpless, and he sat down on the ground as if he had lost all strength.

After a long time, a light voice sounded, he raised his head, and saw a shivering little old man huddled in a corner, the little old man whispered: "Immortal Yan went to Jiehuotai."

Xie Qiushi cursed secretly, and started to go to the fire-robbing platform, but just took a step, his feet staggered, he forced himself to grit his teeth, wiped off the mud and blood on his face, and dragged his feet all the way to the fire-robbing platform.

The Jiehuo Terrace is supported by four "Heavenly Thunder Pillars", hanging high on the zenith, turning like a gilded compass, surrounded by a vast sea of ​​clouds - all immortals know well that under the sea of ​​clouds is the Nine Layers The sky, the nine heavens and then down, is the fire of karma that leads to ten thousand calamities. Ordinary people fall into the fire of calamity and will be reincarnated.

Xie Qiushi saw the black figure standing with his back on the fire-fighting platform, he breathed a sigh of relief, jumped onto the platform, and hissed, "Yan Xiao! You're going to piss me off, aren't you?"

Yan Xiao turned her head and saw that his body was covered in scorched wounds and blood, and she was shocked.

Xie Qiushi lowered his head, took a look at himself, turned around slowly, and covered his face with an "Aiya".

"I don't even look good." He whispered.

Yan Chicheng gently pulled away his hand covering his face, and gently kissed his gray face: "It's just dusty, it won't make you look bad."

Xie Qiushi glared at him, and only then remembered that Xing Shi had asked him, "What the hell did you do?"

"I'm fine." Yan Chicheng avoided answering.

Xie Qiushi was skeptical, and looked at him from head to toe: "Then what do you want to do in this kind of place now? Are you going to die for me?"

Yan Chicheng frowned immediately.

"Okay, I won't make fun of you anymore." Xie Qiushi tugged at his arm, "You come with me...uh..."

While he was speaking, the thunder cloud had already caught up with Jiuchongtian, like a huge net, covering him inside.

A mouthful of fishy sweetness welled up in his throat, he looked up at Yan Xiao, and swallowed the blood back into his throat with force.

It's ugly enough.he thought.Then spurt blood like a leaky gourd, what does it look like.

"Don't look at it, Yan Xiao." He covered his lips with his sleeve and said in a low voice, "Look again, in the future... I won't have the face to be nice to you in the future."

"I can't do it." Yan Chicheng said suddenly.

He looked up blankly, as if he didn't hear what Yan Chicheng was saying.

"I can't watch your soul fly away." Yan Xiao reached out and stroked Xie Qiushi's hair, raised his arms to hug him, and shared the thunderstorm with him, but the thunderbolt and lightning passed through Yan Xiao's body, and he regarded it as if Burning his soul without seeing.

"But I can't escape." Xie Qiushi coughed lightly, and said in a daze, "I don't want to escape either. It's too unrestrained to spend my whole life avoiding robbery and stealing life. It's not like what I, Xie Qiushi, should do?"

Yan Xiao made a "hmm" and hugged his back tightly again, wanting to swallow him into flesh and blood. The slender and dry left hand that he loved so much started to stroke his scalp, over and over again. , stroking along the hair, all the way to the back, as if caressing a delicate and fragile piece of rare jade.

"You...pervert..." Xie Qiushi said hoarsely, trying to pull out a smile, "At this moment, are you still thinking about 'that thing'?"

Yan Xiao nodded, then shook his head again.

They indulged in this last comfort, until Yan Chicheng said again: "I'm sorry."

Xie Qiushi was taken aback, and then, an incredulous expression appeared on his face.

The hands behind him pushed him out of the cloud platform, and he fell from the high fire-robbing platform like a flying swallow struck by lightning, and fell straight into the monstrous sea of ​​flames.

Tianlei lost its direction, and furiously threw the last shower on the mortal world. Yan Chicheng knelt in front of the fire-robbing platform, his long black hair winding like a stream of water behind him, he looked at the figure that disappeared in the smoke and dust, and let out The general cry of a beast when it dies tragically.

His left hand was dripping with blood from his own hand, but it was useless, the warmth in the palm of his hand hadn't disappeared yet, and the person who was close to him was no longer there.

Yan Chicheng didn't quite know how he got through these few days.

When he returned to Yingtai, he saw that the wine Xie Qiushi had secretly drank was still on the table, a plate of half-used fish food was placed by the pool, and the bookshelf was full of torn papers that had not been cleared away. There were a few blotches of ink on the case, and he seemed to be able to see Xie Qiushi in the next instant, with his waist bent and his head buried in the book, mumbling.

Trembling, he put those things into the book box, and the "Yin-Yang and He Gong" they had been naughty fell out from among the shredded papers. As if he had been burned, he stuffed it into the cabinet.

The remnants of wine are broken, completely unchanged, every frown and smile... as if in front of my eyes...

He returned to the courtyard and drank the jar of wine with his head up. The strength of the wine burned to the top of his skull like a fire. Holding a white-tasseled gun, he rushed into Qin Lingche's Ziwei hall.

Two heavenly soldiers stopped in front of Qin Lingche's imperial chariot. He raised his hand and stabbed him across the face. The blood splashed on Qin Lingche's face. His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor was still sitting on the throne. Smiled lightly at him.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Yan Chicheng asked.

"You can't kill me." Qin Lingche tapped on the table leisurely, "On the contrary, you still have something to ask of me."

Yan Chicheng looked at him quietly, and put the gun away after a while.

Qin Lingche put the thin book that had been prepared in front of the table, and said slowly: "This reincarnation book records all the rosters of immortals who have gone down to earth. Xie Qiushi came down to earth with him. As long as his name appears in the book, the Dao of Heaven will find it immediately." he."

Yan Chicheng stared at the thin book like a sharp sword, and asked without raising his head: "You have a way to hide his name, don't you?"

"I have a way." Qin Lingche picked up the teacup and didn't drink it. He just squinted his eyes, looked at the clear tea, and saw the green leaves floating like feathers. The way of heaven can't break his cause and effect for a while-heaven will probably still lead him back to that road, and settle the disaster he deserved....Even so, you still want to ask me for this?"

Yan Chicheng raised his head, said firmly and firmly, "I beg you."

Qin Lingche looked at him and burst out laughing, his calm face finally showed a moment of satisfaction, just like a horse hunter who finally tamed a bloody BMW after many twists and turns.

"Promise me a few small things first." The Emperor of Heaven put the teacup back on the table, and said slowly, "The villagers in Taoyuanjin have long been infatuated with evil spirits, and they have become worse in the past two days. If you do, then you will do it for him.”

Yan Chicheng lowered his eyes and did not speak.

Qin Lingche knew that he had it in his heart and didn't care, so he just said, "This is the first thing. The second thing is that after you go down to earth, you will definitely go to find Xie Qiushi. I order you not to leave for the rest of your life." In Wuling Taoyuan, we must not use magic anymore."

Yan Chicheng finally raised his eyes, sneered, and looked at him mockingly: "Are you afraid that I will destroy your heaven?"

"If you can't save Xie Qiushi, I'm afraid you can do anything." Qin Lingche shook his head, met Yan Chicheng's gaze, and there was a hint of mockery in his eyes, "Although you obey me, you are actually Lord of the Way, your submission is without proof, without proof, without restraint... I really don't feel at ease."

"How are you doing?" Yan Chicheng asked impatiently.

"This last thing, I want you to do it now." Qin Lingche brushed off the folds of his sleeves with a smile, and said casually, "Since the written oath between heaven and earth doesn't work for you, why not Follow the example of ordinary people—kneel down and kowtow to me, right?"

After Yan Chicheng left Ziwei Palace, he went to the mortal world non-stop.

He walked in such a hurry, afraid that even a moment's delay would drag him into the past that he couldn't get out of.

It's just that he didn't know what was waiting for him in front of him.

Waiting for him is his sister who will cut off his righteousness from Taoyuan Village.

What was waiting for him was the emptiness of a century-old prisoner. He searched all over the world for beautiful jade, just to find the one that belonged to him.

What was waiting for him was cause and effect that could not be undone no matter how hard he tried.

What was waiting for him was the thunder disaster that was a hundred years late.