I, scum gong, never adore Master

"Cousin, you need to move faster. I'm afraid that someone will be unable to hold on if it's too late."

Jun Tong had no intention of harming Jiang Ye, he told Jiang Ye very frankly: "I am in the same breath as Wu Tong, as long as he doesn't die, I can live forever, even if the body dies, the reincarnation can permanently immortalize the soul , if you want him to die, unless I die first, why do you think he was burned by the fire of Nirvana over and over again, and still survived?"

"Cousin, do you want me to die?"

His sincere attitude seemed that as long as Jiang Ye nodded, he would be able to fulfill Jiang Ye and kill himself on the spot.

Jiang Ye said, "Is there any way to cut off this connection?"

Jun Tong suddenly laughed, and excitedly pulled the chain on the ground and clanged: "Cousin, I knew that you really cared about me, and you didn't want me to be out of my wits, did you?"

"Uh……"

"But... If I could cut it off, I would have done it a long time ago. I don't want to be disgusted by people all the time with a body of bad luck. I'm really fed up..."

What should I do?

Jiang Ye really didn't want to hurt Juntong. He thought Juntong was also a victim. He knew that every one of Juntong's things made him grit his teeth with hatred, but in the end he sympathized with him.

Moreover, even if he is ruthless, under the curse of the same spirit, Juntong will not die, let alone break this connection and destroy Wutong.

Jun Tong said: "You come to see me, I am already very happy, I am tired of living, and I feel boring, if you find a way to kill me, I hope you will do it yourself, I don't blame you .”

"Uh……"

"Really, I don't blame you!"

His tone sank, and he suddenly looked at Jiang Ye with a serious look: "But... Cousin, you have to move faster, it's too late, I'm afraid some people will not be able to hold on."

"What... can't hold it?" Jiang Ye looked blank.

Jun Tong didn't say any more, he raised his hand and looked at the white moonlight leaking into his palm through the gap in the skylight.

"The bright moon seems to be holy, but maybe it is evil. Cousin, look, my hands, which have been peeled countless times, can be covered with a layer of holiness by the moonlight without hesitation. It's really... confusing, confusing , people, heart!"

After coming out of the prison cell, he walked through the empty corridor and returned to the small courtyard, where he lived in the last time he came to Cangwu City.

After Fengyi took control of the entire Cangwu City, there were not many soldiers left in the mansion. Compared with the lively scene of the fairy gates when he first came, it looks particularly desolate now.

Pushing Ye Ye open the courtyard door, and seeing the dim candlelight in the room faintly, he knew that his master had come back after discussing good things with Feng Yi and Luo Yan.

Yun Jian didn't stop him from going to see Jun Tong in the cell, but Jiang Ye could feel the presence of Yun Jian around him all the time.

He is very concerned about his safety.

As soon as Jiang Ye walked into the yard, his master pushed open the door, and across the small path, those peach eyes covered in white silk seemed to be staring at him.

The night has come to an end, and the sky has even become foggy white.

Yun Jian hugged him inside, hugged his waist, and whispered to his ear: "Are you tired? Go to sleep for a while."

Jiang Ye didn't feel sleepy, curled up in Yun Jian's arms, and thought for a long time.

The dawn outside the window was about to cut his throat, he finally turned around, his sleepless eyes fixed on his master's face.

He was about to speak, but didn't know what to say, so he just stuck to it and kissed his master's eyelashes lightly, separated by a layer of ice-white silk.

"Sleep, sleep for a while."

His master's voice was a little hoarse, with heavy tiredness, as if he was very tired, exhausted to the extreme.

Jiang Ye nodded, buried his head in his master's arms, felt the familiar body temperature, smelled the cold fragrance of Lingmei, and only heard each other's breathing and heartbeat.

Maybe he was curled up in An Xin's bad environment, or the breath of his master was like a sleeping incense for him, and he was sleepy, so he really fell asleep in a daze.

There were too many things backlogged in my heart, and Jiang Ye had a lot of dreams in a muddle, and his sleep was extremely restless.

For a while, I dreamed that when he was still a small stream, the white bird would pass through the colorful clouds in the sky to see him every day.

For a while, he dreamed that he searched for the whole nine days, only to see the little broken bird that was seriously injured and imprisoned on the edge of the frosty cliff.

For a while, the red-eyed Yun Jian stabbed him into his heart with a feather in his hand, and for a while, he was tied up in the firewood and burned to death.

In the end, he saw Yun Jian standing in front of him, those tender peach blossom eyes staring at him with affection. Suddenly, a layer of red mist was cast in front of his eyes, and he heard a "chi", flesh and blood pierced through his fascia. Torn apart, watching Yun Jian's slender fingers poke into those beautiful peach blossom eyes, gouging out the glazed beads alive, and being pierced through his body by countless blades in front of him, he died in front of him, and he was powerless.

Jiang Ye didn't sleep well, he was woken up by a nightmare.

When I opened my eyes, the sky was still dark, and the evening was covered by night.

He slept all day, and fell into the night again.

Feeling the chest against his back and the arms still around his waist, Jiang Ye breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around, touched Yun Jian's cheek in the dark environment, and whispered to his master .

But no response.

Fingers climbed all the way to the eyebrows of the person in front of him, and the handsome eyebrows frowned into a word of Sichuan.

Jiang Ye whispered: "Master, did you also have a nightmare?"

Still no response.

Slowing down from the daze, Jiang Ye could already feel that something was wrong with the person next to his pillow, his face was no longer warm, but piercingly cold, his fingertips lingered on his thin lips, and it was even colder, even circling The arms around his waist were freezing as hell.

Jiang Ye patted his master's cheek: "Master, wake up, don't sleep."

But what responded to him was the slight trembling of the people around him, his whole body was bitingly cold, without any heat.

This kind of coldness is not like the cold winter of March [-]th, and it is not the temperature that should be in the world.

It's... the temperature of weak water!

Jiang Ye panicked, hurriedly climbed out of the bed and lit the candle lamp, under the warm yellow halo, the beautiful face in front of him was so cold that it turned blue, as if it had been thrown into an ice cellar, and the thin lips were so cold that they turned purple.

No matter how you shout, no one can wake up.

He was so anxious that he was about to cry, and he didn't know what to do.

Until he saw that the white clothes on Yun Jian's shoulders were oozing blood spots, and when he tore off the clothes, he saw a thin black nail faintly protruding from the collarbone. The nail seemed to be a living thing, desperately digging into the bone, And the power belonging to Yunjian is playing with it invisibly.

Jiang Ye could even hear the fierce clashing sound of the chains, invisible but heard clearly.

He suddenly understood something, and suddenly opened the window, looking at the full moon hanging in the sky.

The apparently quiet and peaceful moonlight has become something that demands his master's life!

Jiang Ye really hated himself for being so stupid, why did he ignore this matter!

Obviously he has seen that every night when the moon is full, Yun Jian will turn into a white bird that lives in the middle of weak water and is imprisoned on a white plum tree, enduring the torture of chains and nails.

Why did he... think he was all right?

Jiang Ye poured his little spiritual power into Yun Jian's body, and kept calling him, wanting him to wake up and tell him what to do.

On one side of the collarbone there was only an unhealed blood hole.

It was the trauma caused by Yun Jian being bewildered by Wutong in the Fengfeng Ruins in the secret realm of Hongmeng. He accidentally injured Jiang Yehou and forced the God-Suppressing Nail out of his body at any cost. The God-Suppressing Nail is not extraordinary. Difficult to heal.

What's more, during that period of time, Yun Jian seemed to waste his spiritual power recklessly, and didn't give the wound a chance to heal at all.

I broke free from the God Nail on one side, but the other side is still there, and the torment that comes every moonlit night is still going on.

The Zhenshen nail on the other shoulder was pulled by Yun Jian's power, ignoring the host's life and death, struggling to make the wound a bloody mess, and even the collarbone was torn and cracked.

Jiang Ye couldn't wake up his master, and he didn't know who to turn to for help.

When the door was knocked, he was still in a daze, as if he didn't hear it at all.

Until the people outside said: "Master Biao, open the door. I am Fengyi. I may have a way to ease the situation of the Lord."

The door was pulled open suddenly, slammed into the wall with a bang, and was crumbling.

The young man with wet red eyes stood in front of Fengyi, suppressed his crying and said anxiously: "How to do it? What should I do?"

Feng Yi glanced at the wound on Yun Jian's shoulder, apparently also a little surprised, frowned and said: "The lord has already pulled out a town nail?"

Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment: "This is not a good thing. Could it be that if you pull out the other one, he will be able to get rid of the shackles?"

"It's a good thing you didn't do that!" Feng Yi saw another precarious nail loose on Yun Jian's shoulder, and frowned, "The god-suppressing nail has sealed the Lord's cultivation and aura for thousands of years, if you pull it out rashly , the sudden release of power will burst his spiritual veins."

Feng Yi glanced at Jiang Ye and explained: "Just like the power in your body, your cultivation base is suppressed by the secret technique, and you are trapped in the foundation building period. When this cultivation base is returned to you, if there is no Lord Channeling your spiritual veins for you, you would have exploded and died long ago."

Jiang Ye was confused if he cared, he was too flustered, anxious and heartbroken.

"Is it true that if the nail is pulled out, he will not be imprisoned and tortured? Can I sort out his spiritual veins after pulling out? I..."

"It's not the same! The master's cultivation base is too strong. Even if his divine power is sealed, he can only be suppressed in the Mahayana stage at most, not in the foundation stage.

If this power is released, there must be a god protector who is more powerful than him, otherwise, no one can help him. "

"Then, what should I do? What should I do..."

"Does Master Biao believe me?" Feng Yi said, "I know the way to save the Lord, but I can't do it. The only person who can do it is you."

Looking at Jiang Ye's bewildered and flustered eyes, Feng Yi understood how much Jiang Ye cared about Yun Jian, and this was also in his calculations.

He continued: "The Liquan in the Nine Heavens is never an unknown thing, he is just too powerful, a drop of rain and dew can moisten all things, how can those humble gods bear the gift of heaven and earth spirits? All things to them Unfavorable factors are all threats, so we must avoid them, and get rid of them quickly... The Lord is also the same, he broke his shell with the power of Nirvana, but because he is too strong, and because he is feared by others, he ordered his life and disaster..."

Feng Yi said to Jiang Ye: "Master Biao and Your Honor are a natural match, only he is not afraid of your rain and dew, and you are the only one who doesn't care about his fate."

"how should I do?"

Jiang Ye had no choice but to trust Feng Yi, he could tell that Yun Jian also trusted this person, and now, he just took a gamble, he dared to try.

"Don't be afraid, Young Master Biao. I will not do you any harm. Honoring the Lord is my belief and the only obsession I have been living in the world for many years."

"Yeah." Jiang Ye lowered his eyelashes, his eyes never left, and his brows were tightly frowned in pain while he was in a coma. Yun advised, "He believes in you, so I will believe in you. Tell me what you can do."

"The nectar from Liquan's spring eye can compete with the God-Suppressing Nail, and it needs a drop of your blood."

It's not difficult. When he was in Tongxiu Village, Yun Jian stabbed the blade into his heart and devoted his heart and soul to him in order to bring him back to life early.

He can treat Jiang Ye like that, how can Jiang Ye be stingy?

Jiang Yegang was about to take out a dagger and stab it in the heart, Fengyi said again: "Master Biao is different from the lord, although the lord is imprisoned in the human world, he is still a god body, he may be fine if he does this, but your body will be later What is condensed, although it has a soul, is a mortal body, and doing so will definitely hurt its vitality."

"It's okay, as long as you don't die."

Probably because Jiang Ye's eyes were too determined, this person was too infatuated, his almond eyes were hot and bright, and Feng Yi couldn't bear to look at them.

But he still calmly stated: "This is just a temporary solution. If you can get through this night of full moon, you may not be sure about the next one. If you want to cure the root cause, you need to do another thing by Master Biao. This thing can't be done by others. You can do it."

In the same way, he is willing to do anything.

Jiang Ye thought so.

After Feng Yi explained everything, when he left, he heard the crisp sound of a dagger falling to the ground through the door.

He couldn't help being a little dazed, wondering how powerful the thing of love is, to make Jiang Ye do it so simply.

...

As the candle flame dripped with wax tears, burned to the end, it became a bit dark, and Jiang Ye only felt that the afterimage of the flame was still swaying in front of his eyes, and he gradually felt that he could not see things clearly, dizzy and nauseated, and his heart...

My heart hurts more than I imagined.

He is such a pain-resistant person, he could frown for a long time when his palms were scratched when he first arrived, but he just stabbed a dagger into his heart...

Probably this kind of pain really exceeded his tolerance threshold, the five senses were stimulated to be chaotic, and he was temporarily blinded, making him unable to see his master's face clearly, so he tremblingly caught the blood gurgling from his heart, It fell drop by drop on Yun Jian's shoulder.

He heard the chains stop barking, he heard the white birds bound in them no longer whine...

Zhenshen Nai seemed to be unable to tell whether the moon was full or not tonight, and gradually fell asleep bewitched by Li Quan.

Jiang Ye secretly hid the dagger under the bed, and stuffed layers of gauze in the skirt to stop the bleeding. Finally, he curled up in the arms of his master, who was extremely painful and exhausted, with his arms around his master. His lower back, his cheek was pressed against the beating heart that was gradually stabilizing.

"Master, if you treat me well, I can treat you the same way. It's not that I owe you something and I want to pay you back. I just think that I really... really love you."

"I'll go early and come back early, so you won't worry. You just need to get a good night's sleep. When I'm done with that, let's leave together."

His fingers lingered on the young man's gradually stretched eyebrows, and kissed them lightly.

The cold body was finally warmed by the blood in his heart, and Ye Ye pulled up the corners of his pale lips and smiled, rubbing against his master's arms, sniffing the familiar cold fragrance of Lingmei greedily with the tip of his nose, like a baby animal Generally contented to sleep in the past.

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