Mr. Cat

There was a fishy smell of rain between the nostrils, and Louis floated in the air, slowly opening his eyes.

The huge and mighty white tiger passed through heavy rain curtains, stepped across pools of blood, and came to the burning osmanthus tree. The golden flame gradually extinguished, revealing the green branches and leaves of Bodhi.The white tiger turned into a human form, and the handsome silver-haired man leaned over to pick up the mist.The nine-tailed white tiger on the sword grid was so lifelike, Lu Wu lowered his eyes and clenched the scabbard tightly.

Louis could only watch. He looked at Lu Wu's expression and felt sore and sad.

Lu Wu is always in good spirits. He is Lord Kunlun, and no one has ever made him worry about trivial matters, nor has anyone shown such a sad expression.Lu Wu's beautiful silky silver hair was wet by the rain, but he didn't care, still holding the scabbard overlooking the fog.

With his index finger and middle finger together, he brushed across the scabbard, and the stream of light passed by.The dark clouds in the sky were heavy and seemed to be overwhelmed at any moment, but it didn't have the frightening feeling of suffocation before.The sky behind the clouds is as dark as the night sky, and the white-purple thunder and lightning in the clouds have disappeared without a trace.

"You did a good job," Lu Wu murmured, "It just makes me sad."

Lu Wu recalled the time when he was with Sima Zhi. At that time, he was still Zaizhuo, he didn't think of anything, and he didn't know the messy grievances between Lord Jiuyin and Lord Weichen.It was a warm afternoon, the sun shone through the gaps in the branches and leaves, turned into pieces of gold, and fell all over his body.

Sima Zhi hugged Yangli Bird and lay down beside him, listening to Cicada's feeble cry together, and falling asleep together.

Sima Zhi suddenly asked: "Zai Zhuo, if one day I leave you..."

"I'm going to find you," he said.

Sima Zhi laughed loudly: "I haven't finished yet. If one day I leave you, I must be involuntary." He leaned forward and kissed Zaizhu's nose, and said with a smile, "I believe you will find me."

Lu Wu drew out Kanwu, pointed the tip of the sword at his heart, and stabbed it in.

The blood flowed out, dyeing the mist into a miserable red. Lu Wu gasped for breath, but the movement of his hands did not stop. He put the sword back into the sheath, with a sick smile on his face: "I found you."

He forged this fog-watching sword to prevent this day from coming. He used the scabbard to be cast from the deepest, never-melting ice of the Kunlun Ruins, which could freeze the soul.

With his heart and blood, he summoned the evil spirit between heaven and earth, and made up for the lost and incomplete soul little by little.Shan Sui was reborn from the ashes of Yangli, and his soul has been tempered so many times, and it is no longer as fragile as it was thousands of years ago.As long as Kanwu is by his side when his soul is scattered, Kanwu can seal his three souls into the scabbard.As long as the three souls are still there, the Suga is still Suga.

Lu Wu hugged Kanwu in his arms, and went straight to the Bodhi tree, pulled his right hand slowly, and swagger suddenly appeared in the air and fell to the ground.Lu Wu grabbed Zhao Yao's neck, and said in a cold voice, "What did Shan Shi say to you before?"

Even though his lifeline was being choked by someone, Zhao Yao still had that indifferent and indifferent look, and there was no panic in his yellow eyes: "What do you want to know?"

"Tell me everything he said."

"He let me live well, and live to comfort you," Zhao Yao said flatly, "As long as I'm still alive, he can come back."

Lu Wu let go of his hand: "Then you'd better live."

Swaggeringly sitting cross-legged in the rain, he stroked his throat, which was suffering from the pain: "You took away all the evil spirits, and I can't continue to live safely."

Lu Wu looked at him coldly and didn't speak.

He ostentatiously said: "You don't look like this in front of Shan Sui." He tilted his head, letting the heavy rain wet his clothes and hair, "Did you show your true face? Or did your temperament change drastically because of Shan Sui's departure?" Behind him, the golden fireworks on the Bodhi tree had been completely extinguished, Fengqi Temple was shrouded in torrential rain, the gorgeous palace was only a vague outline, and under the heavy rain, except for the pines, cypresses and green trees, there was no other living beings.

"I'm not a demon," Zhao Yao said, "Even Shan Shi thought I was a demon of sweet-scented osmanthus, so even if I was born because of him, I wouldn't die because of him. As long as I hide well, I can live. If I survive, he will have a chance to be resurrected."

He stood up, stared straight at Kanwu in Lu Wu's arms, and said, "So let's make a deal, how about?"

"it is good."

He swaggered that if Sutra wanted to be reincarnated, it would be impossible to reincarnate in the body of a mortal, but it would be impossible if he was reincarnated in flowers, birds, and insects.Fortunately, Tianyan Sijiu, they still have a little choice, that is the unique species in this world, born inhuman, extremely long-lived, but born from the mother's womb.That is the best choice for reincarnation.

Lu Wu said: "Then who would be willing to give birth to something inhuman?"

"Almost all mothers in the world love their children," Zhao Yao said, "Isn't it written like that in the scriptures?"

Lu Wu said again: "Then how do you need me to help you?"

Swagger: "Just teach me how to borrow a dead body to bring back the soul."

Lu Wu agreed, but in fact he didn't expect Zhao Yao to achieve anything. Although he didn't have much affection for Zhao Yao, but after all, Zhao Yao is another continuation of the good life.Even in order to die, he had to let Zhao Yao survive.He said ostentatiously that Shan Shi gave the Four Books and Five Classics and the Nine Chapters of Arithmetic to a young man, if the young man's career rises, he must repay his kindness.Lu Wu agreed, and he taught Zhao Yao the method of resurrecting the corpse and leaving him alone.

The fog in the scabbard was warm, as if a living thing was beating in it, Lu Wu said to Zhao Yao: "I hope you are still alive."

Swaggered indifferently: "I will live. As long as you find me, you will be able to find the goodness of the reincarnation."

Lord Kunlun was born with evil spirits, he was born able to attract evil spirits from heaven and earth, but it is not so easy to revive the dead.Holding Kanwu in his arms, Lu Wu traveled through countless great worlds, and after accumulating enough evil energy to condense into seven souls, he returned to Kunlun Ruins.There are three rivers in the world, all of which originate from Kunlun.Although the Kunlun Ruins is cold, it is the best place to condense the soul. There is no interference from ghosts and ghosts here, and even Jiuyin Lord and even Donghuang Taiyi can't get involved.

He pulled Kanwu out of the scabbard, and the evil spirit sucked from his heart had gathered together, surrounding the small group of three souls. It was extremely fragile, and it seemed that it would fall apart at any time and disappear before Lu Wu's eyes.

Lu Wu said softly: "Shan Shi."

The group of souls naturally didn't answer, but Lu Wu smiled foolishly: "I found you."

The sky of Kunlun Ruins has always been clear and clear, but now it is suddenly dimmed. Gengchen Jun woke up from his sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Wu holding a ball of souls in his hands, and countless evil spirits galloping around him, almost Condensed into essence, the hurricane brought by the evil spirit caused the world to change color.

Gengchen Jun roared: "Lu Wu! What are you doing!"

Lu Wu ignored it, he just put the soul into his heart, turned into a huge white tiger, and fell into the unfathomable rift valley of Kunlun Ruins with evil spirits, where the ice was at the beginning of the world. It already exists when it is opened, it will freeze everything, even divine power and memory, but it can also revive the broken soul, and in the extremely cold place, it will live endlessly.

Lu Wu was born here.

He is the god of killing, he has no ability to resurrect people, he can only use his softest heart to protect the person he cares about the most.Just like when he was born, he hugged the evil spirit tightly and refused to let go.

Lu Wu hid his evanescent soul in his heart and sank into the bottomless abyss of Kunlun. The frost froze the white tiger inch by inch, and even the evil spirit was sealed into the thick layer of ice.Jun Gengchen watched him curl up into a ball, waiting for a thousand years to wake up again.

……

When Louis woke up, the raccoon cat that Lu Wu had turned into was by his side.Swagger disappeared beside them at some point, Louis hugged Lihuamao in his arms, tears streaming down his face.

He was walking on the asphalt road among the sea of ​​flowers, with tears running down his cheeks silently, and the warm body of the civet cat pressed against him, which made Louis feel infinite heat and warmth.The scroll in his hand shattered silently, leaving only ashes in his hand.The Eastern Golden Crow is slowly rising, and the rays of light are overwhelming, and you can see flocks of birds as beautiful as emeralds in a trance.

"Mr. Cat."

"I'm here."

"Mr. Cat."

"I'm here."

"We'll never be apart again."

The raccoon cat stood on its tiptoes, licked Louis' cheek, put its white fluffy paws on his shoulders, and said naturally, "Even if we separate, I will find you again."

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