Madam Tsundere is an attack

Suddenly realized, "Oh, I forgot, only Xuanqing Shenjun knows where Fuyou Yaohuang is."

"Do you know Xuanqing Shenjun?"

Yan Yugui has asked her many questions today, and Chongxing has answered them all, but for this one, Chongxing frowned, "The most mysterious person in the Nine Heavens, thousands of people in the world only know his name."

She left after saying this, as if she expected that Yan Yugui would not be able to escape from this place.

Yan Yugui felt relieved, leaning against the stone wall, the cold breath rushed towards his face and penetrated into his body. He opened his eyes and looked at the dark cave ceiling blankly.

All these words are not for heavy actions, but for the sudden pain in my heart.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Yan Yugui always felt that the blood crimson pearl began to change again after coming to this place, and there was a gust of heat from his wrist, and the heat went straight into his chest, making it unbearable.

"Taoist priest."

"Taoist priest……"

Yan Yugui was awakened by this almost whispered words, he coughed a few times, looked at the soul ring on the ring finger of his left hand, and said hoarsely, "If..."

Jiang Ruo's heart skipped a beat, he stroked the soul ring with his fingers, and said softly, "Is there something wrong with you?"

"Yes." Yan Yugui leaned against the stone wall, and touched the coldness with one hand for comfort. The light of the soul ring was small but warm, "But now it's gone."

"Why? Because of me?"

"because of you."

There was silence for a long time, as if thinking, "Do you want me to go find you now?"

Yan Yugui's lips trembled, and he was about to blurt out the word 'think', but his heart had already calmed down, "No, you can deal with the matter over there."

"Okay." Without asking the reason, Jiang Ruo told him the formula for binding the demon rope, and then he was relieved a little, and finally asked the next sentence, "Do you really want me to go there?"

"..." Yan Yugui frowned, and half-jokingly said, "Then feel sorry for me."

Jiang Ruo was a little curious, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked humbly, "Why do you feel distressed?"

"Apologize."

"?" Jiang Ruo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Why do you apologize?"

"Because you're scum."

"Why is it scum?"

"You don't want me." In the first life, he cruelly and mercilessly abandoned him who was terminally ill, regardless of him for many years.

Throwing the words 'each other, each other' to him, after thinking about it, he breathed a sigh of relief and comforted him, "I want yours."

"I want yours too."

This sentence is forbearing and helpless.

After breaking contact with Jiang Ruo, Yan Yugui put the demon-binding rope into his sleeves, then let go of his spiritual sense and looked around, and brought him to this place again. It should also be counted in the tomb.

The two places were almost separated by a wall, and Yan Yugui returned to the tomb with an escape technique, and this time, it was not an endless tomb passage, but a large hall.

No.: ☆, true color gameplay ([-])

The author has something to say: a whole chapter of memory killing

There is a large area of ​​red maple painted on the gray wall, but after a long time, the red is not bright now, but gives people a dead feeling.

The road is paved with blue pebbles, where dry weeds are overgrown and there is no sound. There is a shallow pool on each side of the road, which is naturally dry, and fish bones can be seen faintly in the dry mud.

A few lengths of silk hang down from the beams of the hall, its original color can no longer be discerned, at a distance of three feet, Yan Yugui vaguely saw a figure behind the silk and satin.

The silk and satin moved without wind, passing the mysterious cover, and there was a person in the thick fog with a graceful appearance and an extraordinary temperament.

"Longevity..."

Accompanied by this soft whisper, the person behind the silk and satin turned out.The gray-black fur coat made the man's complexion pale and pale. Even the eyes of the legendary blood-drinking man were dim at the moment, but this made the mole at the corner of his eye all the more coquettish.

Fuyou's beauty is different from other people Yan Yugui has met, he gives people a devastating feeling, just like that beauty! Tempting but full of poison like poppies, with a slightly sweet and bitter fragrance.

Even though he knew that all of this was an illusion, Yan Yugui was still poisoned and couldn't help but indulge.Fuyou came step by step, the corners of Ben's tightly pursed lips suddenly held a smile, the smile was desolate, yet warm.

He raised his fingers, as if he wanted to touch the sunlight that was close at hand.Yan Yugui turned slightly to one side, and as expected, there was another person behind him.

The man was illusory, and his face was covered with clouds, making it difficult for people to see clearly. Fuyou could touch the corner of his clothes with just a lift of his finger.

As soon as the picture changed, it was raining heavily, and Fuyou dragged his crippled body to walk on the edge of the creepy cliff. The icy spray wet his clothes, and his eyes turned blood-colored.

"If it wasn't for the catastrophe of this seat, you wait for the ants..." He pursed his lips, his breath became weaker and weaker, and the sound of fighting had been annihilated, Fuyou's face was pale, and his footsteps stopped because he smelled another breath.

In the sky, there is still a little snow behind the dense dark clouds.

Surrounded by light, the majestic demon emperor finally had no choice but to show weakness, and his huge body disappeared.

The smear of snow fell on the place where Fuyou was standing. The man held the scarlet black bamboo umbrella with one hand, and gathered the snow-white fur fur around his body with the other. He seemed to be afraid of the cold. Xue, the red jade around her waist trembled faintly, and she didn't know if it was shaken by the owner or because she was cold.

Fuyou hid in the grass, it seemed that his strength was much weaker, so the man in snow clothes gave him a lot of oppression.

The man stood on the edge of the cliff without saying a word, turning the umbrella boredly, the clear water droplets scattered, and one drop happened to hit Fuyou's forehead, and Fuyou missed the fat and tender grass blade and fell straight down. into the mud.

This was a silent movement, but unexpectedly the man's figure moved, and then he squatted down holding an umbrella, peeling off the grass with his white fingers, and rescued Fuyou.

"The catastrophe comes first, and the rebellion comes later. Is this how you govern the demon world?"

Fuyou lay in his hands and tried to pretend to be dead, but hearing this slightly hoarse voice, he couldn't help but opened his eyes, as if he was caught in the beauty and couldn't extricate himself.

Seeing that he opened his eyes, the man nodded and smiled, this smile really killed Fuyou.

"Are you an immortal from the Nine Heavens?"

The man made a decision, and Fu You suddenly felt refreshed. He stood upright and didn't know where to go, "How do you judge that I am the person above?"

That palm was icy cold, worse than rainwater, but Fuyou liked this kind of temperature, so he asked again, "Then you are a demon?"

The man laughed, his body was trembling, Fuyou sat in his hands and naturally trembled too, Fuyou's mind was a little blank, "Why don't you dare to admit your identity, what are you doing here?"

"kill you."

Fuyou spit out two words lightly from those thin lips, Fuyou's heart tightened, "Why? Because I am the Demon Emperor?"

"Everything in the world has its own way. I will kill you not because you are the demon emperor, but because you have broken the way of the human world."

Hearing this, Fu You raised his eyebrows, his face full of contempt, "The world is chaotic, up to the Nine Heavens, down to the Nine Earths, no one has a life in their hands, why is it that if I kill someone, I kill it, and if you kill someone, you kill it?"

"Stopping killing with killing is not the same thing." The man smiled lightly but did not get angry, and his words were simple.

"Is this your morality? It's ridiculous." Fuyou crossed his arms and looked at him with disdain.

He said: "Most of the morals in the world are absurd."

Fuyou remained silent for a long time, sitting cross-legged on his palm, "Then why don't you kill me now?"

"Victory is not martial."

Fuyou was a little angry, he turned over, his body was smaller, and his behavior was a bit childish, he hated to step on the man's palm, and said ruthlessly: "You are so proud, after I recover, whoever hits whoever is not sure!"

"Okay, wait until you recover." The man bent down and put him down, only then did Fuyou realize that he had brought himself into a sea of ​​flowers on the other side, and he was standing in a sea of ​​flowers on the other side right now, with the man's index finger resting on his head, as if Afraid that a force would crush him, "I will come to you."

"You must kill me?" Fu You suddenly hugged the man's finger that was about to leave. His body is too petite, so he can hold it with both hands. It's a bit funny, but Lord Demon Emperor doesn't mind, he asked, "I have done a lot of evil and instigated my subordinates to do harm to the world. This is the reason for you to kill me, but do you think you will be admired by all people if you kill me? Maybe no one remembers you, no one knows your name."

"I didn't do this for the admiration of thousands of people, but I firmly believe that it is right to do so."

Fuyou narrowed his eyes, and then let go of him, "Next time we meet, I will kill you first."

The man smiled and said nothing, took the umbrella and left. In the hazy rain, the crimson color was finally invisible.Fuyou snapped his fingers, and Bi'anhua closed, separating him from the outside world.

The maple leaves whirled, and a person sat on the sapphire stone platform. The fiery red maple leaves scattered all over the courtyard. The man's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes. He looked at a simple wooden box on the stone table a few steps away. The surface of the box is engraved with cumbersome texts and paintings.

The man's footsteps were extremely light, and he stepped on the maple leaves almost silently. He opened the wooden box with his fingers, and kept his brows in silence.

Inside the wooden box lies an exquisite dagger with a red string wrapped around the handle and a hole at the end.

"You shouldn't be here."

After Fenglin smiled lowly, Fuyou stood with his hands behind his back, laughing unscrupulously, "Why didn't you allow me to come? Didn't you want to kill me?"

The man ignored him, turned around and returned to the sapphire stone platform to meditate, and said coldly, "Take your things and leave."

"No." Fuyou covered the wooden box, sat in the distance with his legs crossed, and put his eyes on the man unabashedly, jokingly said: "Everyone knows that a drop of water should be repaid by a spring, and you You saved my life, so it's not too much for me to give you a gift."

The man remained silent, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep, Fuyou's pupils looked strange, and he kept his finger on the stone table without speaking, his figure swayed slightly, and he was already approaching the person on the sapphire stone platform.

It was too late to say it, but soon after, the man opened his eyes, his pupils were icy and cold, he raised his palm, and turned his body, he had already exchanged places with Fuyou.Fuyou's head was slightly tilted, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he spread his fingers, stepped on the maple tree, and turned around to disperse the red silk.The man looked indifferent, put his hands together in front of him, twitched his index finger and middle finger lightly, shook hands with Hongsi, and counterattacked Fuyou.

Several red threads approached, Fuyou flew away a few times, the maple leaves were stained red with blood, Fuyou was not angry, but laughed wildly.

The red silk's real name is Wujisi, in Fuyou's hands, no sword in the world has ever cut it, but now it is held by the person in front of him with bare hands, and even hurt him back.

"Very good, I have never seen such a powerful person." Fuyou's smile was full of blood, and a bright light flashed in his pupils, "Who are you? Why haven't I seen it before?"

The person on the other side was silent, Fu You seemed to be used to his reticent appearance, clasped his hands together, the red leaves rolled up all over the sky, and there was only chilling intent in the maple forest.

The man flipped his right hand, and the long sword fell in an elegant arc in the palm of his hand. The blade of the sword looked thick, and the blade was reflected in frost red at this time.

The cold moon coagulates blood, and the cold shadow is like this.

It was just right for the long sword to be held in his hand, Fuyou's eyes were filled with unspeakable excitement, even the blood was rushing, "The name of this sword."

With the sword pointing to the side, the man's broad sleeves fluttered, and the sword energy was unrestrained. Suddenly, the wind surged, and his voice was faint, "This sword is called 'Desperation'. It was born for you and died for you."

"Desperate, I like it!" Fuyou raised his palm and pressed forward, and the two spiritual powers met. He even felt that the sword energy of desperation was about to tear himself apart, but the message at the corner of his mouth became more bloodthirsty. It means that you can fight against us, you should live well, don't wait until one day you are destroyed by me, that would be a pity."

The man's eyes flickered, and he let go, circling his arms desperately, and then retreated a hundred steps behind his master.Fuyou followed closely, three extremely sharp palm winds rushed towards the man, he stopped, holding the sword in front of him with both hands, reciting the sword formula silently, intertwined spiritual power, twisting the void, the man remained motionless, only the robe fluttered .

Fu You was forced to retreat a few feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and shouted: "Happy!"

After being the Demon Emperor for so long, Fuyou has never fought so happily, so he couldn't help feeling refreshed, "You said that most of the morals in the world are absurd, so why don't you go back to the demon world with me and find a way to live that is not absurd."

"That's not your reason for trespassing on the Nine Heavens." The spiritual power subsided, the sword light was like water, the man turned his wrist, and Desperate disappeared. He turned his back to Fuyou and left. With a wave of his sleeves, the wooden box on the stone case was half-floated in the air .

Fu You heard his voice was cold, without any ups and downs, as if the fight just now was just child's play and had no effect on him at all.Fuyou held the wooden box in his hand, feeling that the gap was still too big, he took out the dagger from it, and said with a tense face, "One day, you will hold what I gave you."

Thinking of meeting for the first time in the rain, Fuyou's eyes were rippling, he put the dagger into his arms, and left humming.

Yan Yugui felt a little regretful looking at the back of that gracefully going away.Different ways do not conspire with each other, as an outsider, he naturally knows the distance between Fuyou and that man, but the people in the game especially don't know it, and frequently pester each other, creating bad results.

The white-clothed man has his own responsibilities, and he shows no mercy to Fuyou. No matter how thick-skinned Fuyou is, if he teases that person again, to him, Fuyou is just an enemy, just a desperate ghost under the sword, but sooner or later. .

Chapter: ☆, true color gameplay ([-])

The author has something to say: it is delicious but dumplings ^O^/

The lights were dim, and the eyes of the man holding the Desperate were like stars, but cold and terrifying. His sword pointed at the person in the corner, and that Desperate was really born to help you, from beginning to end.

The person sitting at the bottom of the wall was in a state of distress, blood all over his body couldn't be restrained, he held his fingers, his voice hoarse, "Tell the truth, Changsheng, you always wanted to kill me?"

"Thousands of lives, you have to give an account."

"Confession?" Hearing this word, Fuyou laughed happily, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, "Why do you need to confess!"

Fuyou's eyes were gloomy, he looked at the person whose expression had not changed when Taishan rushed in front of him, and hatred grew in his heart, "Changsheng, you bother me for a hundred years, can you really kill me without blinking an eye? What's more..."

He smiled, "In the battle of Changyou Valley, you can no longer 'completely' kill me."

"I will seal you for thousands of years, then retreat, and wait until the divine power recovers, that is the day you disappear."

In the eyes of Changsheng, there was only indifference, and he was like a stranger when he was with him. My heart is also planted, so why do you stay out of it!"

"Different road non-phase plan."

"You didn't say that in the past..." Fuyou murmured softly. He leaned against the wall and stood up, his head drowsy. You are the same as you are when you see these murals."

He laughed wildly, pointed at the unsightly painting on the stone wall with one hand, and said hysterically: "Look clearly! This is you and me. I have been thinking about it for a hundred years. Do you think it is dirty? You definitely will, the pure Xuanqing How can the gods tolerate such humiliation from a monster?"

Changsheng frowned, he never looked up at those murals, Fuyou smiled lowly, and said quietly: "Changsheng, everyone will have a little cinnabar in their hearts, and everyone will find their only lover, right? Just like mortals want to get married. Marriage, ascetics will also have Taoist companions..."

Chang Sheng didn't know what he was going to say, but Fu You turned around and knelt on the ground, with trembling hands, he took out a dagger from the skirt of his clothes, and carved it vigorously.

"As the saying goes, those with six unclean roots cultivate immortals, and they are easy to fall." The two words were engraved, and Fuyou looked complicated, and continued to raise his hand, "You have hurt me like this, so don't think about it if you seal it for thousands of years in the future."

After those few strokes, Fuyou suddenly looked back and smiled lightly, "Your morality is already unmatched by anyone. If you are diligent, what will I do when I come back in the future? So I wish you a thousand years..."

Fallen fairy.

The person he cares about, why not fall into the mortal world...

The hand fell limply, and the person in the dark knelt down in a devout gesture, with his forehead against the same cold wall.

On the stone wall, the horoscope