Night Talk Hundred Stories

Pixiu looked at Qinghe biting his lower lip tightly, with a pale face, shook his head slightly, picked up the silver gun, walked up to Qinghe and said: "In ancient times, fierce beasts have always brought disaster to the world. If you save him, you will destroy him." crossed the Six Realms."

Qing He didn't hide or evade, stared into his eyes, and said word by word: "I only want him."

Pixiu raised his eyebrows, raised his silver gun and placed it under Qinghe's neck, his voice was cold: "Don't Zhi."

Before he finished speaking, his body was knocked away by a huge force, and he took several steps back before he could stand still.

After standing still, Pixiu raised his eyes and saw that the one who knocked him away was the black wolf who had been restrained by him a long time ago!

Hei Lang didn't know why he wanted to protect the young man in front of him, he only knew that he was very uneasy, seeing the man standing in front of the young man holding a spear, he only felt that he seemed to be afraid, afraid that the young man would get hurt again——

The boy's blood is indeed delicious, but Hei Lang doesn't want to taste the taste of blood again. Just now when the boy's palm was cut open, he already felt that he was more uncomfortable than the wound the man left on his body. Call him unbearable.

Pixiu's battle today was already very embarrassing, and he was no different than the one he fought against the black unicorn ten thousand years ago, and in the end he was wounded on both sides. Although he suppressed the black unicorn in the broken mountain, he had to recuperate for a thousand years before he recovered.At first he just thought it was a beast that had just fallen into a fierce path, no matter how powerful it was, it couldn't be any stronger. Who would have thought that this black wolf would break his restraint again and again. Thinking of this, Pixiu's expression became more dignified , without hesitation, gathered spiritual power and thrust the silver spear in his hand into the body of the black wolf——

Qinghe's eyes widened, trying desperately to block the silver gun, how could Hei Lang let him take this blow for himself again?Throwing him to the ground, the silver gun pierced Hei Lang's body without any suspense.

"Hei Yao..." When Qinghe opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse, but at this moment, he didn't care about other things. He only gathered his spiritual power in the palm of his hand and slowly stroked Hei Lang's bloody abdomen. The injury caused by the concentration of spiritual power is difficult to heal for a while.

Hei Lang wanted to open his mouth to agree, but his blood surged, and a mouthful of dirty blood spit out from his mouth, instantly staining the young man's thin clothes red.

Qinghe has been with Hei Yao for nearly a thousand years, when did he ever see him so down and weak?At this moment, his eyes were wet, his trembling palms slowly stroked the black wolf's gray fur with mellow spiritual power, and removed the small wound for him. He intermittently said: "It's okay, let's go back... let's go back, Hei Yao , you will be fine..."

The silver gun inserted/on Hei Lang's back let out a soft chime, which was actually a little bit deeper with the help of Pixiu's spiritual power. There was still dirty blood, but Qinghe's cheeks were licked with a few bloodstains, and it looked a little scary.

Looking at the young man's wet eyes, the blood color in Hei Lang's deep red eyes was a little lighter, and a dark gleam slipped almost undetectably.Seeming to be extremely tired, Hei Lang placed his huge head on the boy's lap, and moaned softly, as if comforting the boy.

Qinghe lowered his head slowly, leaning his head against Hei Yao, and rubbed the wet and cold tip of Hei Lang's nose affectionately, but his voice became more and more choked: "Hei Yao, take a rest when you are tired, but don't fall asleep Okay? I don't know how to go back...Hei Yao wants to take me back..."

Pixiu stood aside and watched with cold eyes. He is a ruthless and lustless ancient divine beast. The meaning of existence is to eliminate the world's fierce beasts. He has never seen anyone so intimate with a fierce beast. Now he saw Qinghe crouching on the black wolf. Whispering, he felt strange in his heart, he pinched a formula with his right hand, and the silver gun was pulled out of Hei Lang's body in an instant, and flew back into Pixiu's hand again.

Seeing that the color of the soul in the black wolf's body gradually faded, Pai Yao sighed and said, "Let go, the soul of the beast will be gone."

Qinghe was shocked, but as if he had never heard of it, his hands still kept moving, and the corners of his mouth even curled up into a smile: "Hei Yao, can you wake up after a short sleep? Otherwise, I will bite your nose Bro, last time I was merciful, I only took a small bite."

Pixiu shook his head, now that the black wolf's soul dissipates, even if there is no such beast in the world, he has already done his duty, and this matter has nothing to do with him from now on.It's just that if you just let this boy go like this...

He raised his eyes to see that the young man clearly had a smile on his face, but Pai Yao somehow felt that the young man's smile was uglier than crying at the moment, and even he felt a block in his heart when he saw it. Unexpected emotions, standing there for a while was actually confused, and even looked at Qinghe with a slightly weird expression.

Qinghe didn't have the heart to take care of him, he just felt that Hei Yaoti's soul had faintly left his body, and the Yuan Dan in Dantian Chu was in a state of disrepair, showing signs that it was going to dissipate in an instant!

Qing He bit his lip, raised his eyes to look at Pai Yao not far away, and said: "You have killed him once, I beg you, don't touch him again."

Pixiu looked at him silently, his silver hair fluttering slightly in the night wind, and finally nodded almost invisible, "I have killed that beast."

The implication is that this matter has nothing to do with him.

Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, and sacrificed the Yuan Dan in his body. The crystal clear and round green Yuan Dan glowed charmingly in the night sky. Green light flowed out, enveloping the Yuan Dan in Hei Lang's body, and gradually brightened the lifeless color.

Beads of sweat ooze from Qinghe's forehead, his biting lower lip has lost any color, and his face is frighteningly pale. Pixiu has turned his silver spear into a giant beast at this time, and he patted the giant beast lightly. He raised his head, and said softly: "Pozhen, why did this young man even want his own life?" When he spoke, his tone was still light, but he was a little puzzled, just like a child.

Pozhen shook his head, stood beside Pixiu without making a sound.

Qinghe nourished the Yuan Dan in Hei Yao's body until it regained some luster, but he couldn't hold it anymore, and he was powerless to suppress his soul from leaving the body, so he could only lean on the black wolf and said softly: "Don't be afraid, Hei Yao Yao, wait for me."

After all, he gradually closed his eyes.

As the young man closed his eyelashes, a burst of silver light suddenly lit up in the dark forest centered on the man and the wolf, which was a bit brighter than the moonlight. Pai Yao's eyes widened slightly. general spiritual power——

The dazzling silver light is spreading from Qing He's body layer by layer like ripples, like the Milky Way in the sky falling in between, sending out soul-stirring mourning in a slow and tenacious manner——

The black mist shrouded in the woods gradually dissipated, as if it had been changed by the fluorescent light, converging into a more intense luster, almost for a moment, the entire mountain was almost surrounded by this silver light, and it was still spreading slowly , seems to have the momentum to cover the world.

Rao Pixiu couldn't help being shocked, he thought this young man was a loose fairy with some practice, but now it seems that this spiritual power is elusive even to him, who is he?

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