Fairy Citrus

The resentment of Mr. Chang Ting insisted that He Chengqi was the child of Mr. Chang Ting himself.

It said that when Ah Wu was made into a female child and sold to Ci's family, she was already nine months pregnant.And female childbirth itself has a huge abdomen, and it only takes one month from conception to childbirth.So when she gave birth to He Chengqi together with more than [-] other Ci family sons, no one doubted He Chengqi's identity.

Both He Chengqi and Mo Mian knew that this possibility was very small.

First of all, there are countless women in the Ci family, and there is no record of which women gave birth to which children.Therefore, He Chengqi was not necessarily born of Ah Wu.Even if He Chengqi is really her child, it is unlikely that he is the son of Mr. Chang Ting.

Tens of thousands of years ago, doctors and poisonists usually checked the physical condition of the prisoners before making male pigs and female pigs.If a woman becomes pregnant, she will be forced to abort.And even if they missed the child that Ah Wu was conceived, that child would not be able to survive during the production process—that is, when the devil insects and magic grass invaded the body.

"But you did survive," it insisted, "and it is precisely because you survived that test that you are far more capable than a loving son."

Even though he knew that this resentment was only a reflexive expression of Mr. Chang Ting's hope during his lifetime, He Chengqi's heart still fluctuated slightly.

"As long as you hold back, I would like to call you father." Finally, He Chengqi said this.

"It doesn't matter if you want it or not, that's the truth and no one can change it," it said.

That icy, sculpture-like face suddenly softened again.

"Recognize me, Chengqi." It opened its arms and smiled, "Let's make our wish come true together."

"You may have forgotten that I'm still here." Mo Fang blocked him.

"Since you love my son, I don't reject it." It said.

"What is the so-called 'wish'?" He Chengqi asked, "Kill all the surviving non-sword lovers?"

"Murder the sinful lovers." It nodded, "Since we are dead, how can the remaining sinful lovers share the prosperous age with the noble sword match? We were slaves during our lifetime, and the remaining sinful lovers will also be slaves in this life. "

He Chengqi clenched his swords tightly, shook his head in pain, and said again: "You are not Mr. Changting."

"I comprehend, I absorb, I—not only myself, I express everything that the person I protect is eager to express..." It raised his proud head.

Its skeletal silhouette combines proud and delicate beauty.That may be because Mr. Chang Ting was born noble.

Such a high mountain flower, saying these words only made the atmosphere more terrifying.

"You may have overlooked one thing." Mo Fang said, "Xiao He and I are not dead."

"We are living people." He Chengqi nodded accordingly.

Hearing these words, the soft and caring elements on the face of the resentment melted suddenly disappeared.

"Sin lovers who are alive deserve to die horribly -- tortured and without dignity!" it shouted, opening its mouth so wide that it could swallow a whole winter melon.

Such a ferocious expression, coupled with such a face and such a temperament, is simply sad and ironic.

Its thinking structure has completely collapsed, and it roared, rushing towards the two who were already ready to take the attack.

At this time, the black formation behind it gradually revealed its shape.

Before Chang Ting Jun was alive, Mo Fang and the two had never fought with him.They only saw Mr. Chang Ting's swordsmanship in that last battle.

Mr. Chang Ting was an excellent swordsman. He was defeated in a short time because he was besieged by righteous masters.

Now, Mr. Chang Ting's power of resentment turned into matter is empowered by undiminished hatred, and it is possessed by Pei Bifeng, so it can be said to be more than a hundred times stronger than before.

Although Mo Mian He Cheng Qi was prepared, he still took half a step back under the rush.

Lord Chang Ting's resentment waved his sword again, and the resentment of thousands of people of the same kind was mixed among its thousands of sword qi.The luthier and hidden weapon master, brothers and sisters, siblings, couples and their three sons who were made into male pigs, the brave Ayan and the loyal Amu—countless grimaces came up screaming, their hands, feet and hair became With sharp blades, the tears in their eyes and the teeth in their mouths all turned into swords——

He Chengqi and He Chengqi cooperated closely, forming a knife formation in an instant.The killing intent of the knife array rushed towards the resentment, cutting and chopping one by one.

Mr. Chang Ting's resentment made another move, and the same kind around it formed again.

"Hate!"

"Unwilling!"

"Why!"

"Since I have been murdered, why should there be other criminal lovers who can obtain happiness!"

"Since I have died tragically, why should there be other sin lovers who die more easily than me!"

"It's not fair!"

"It's not fair—!"

chaos.

chaotic.

clutter.

confusion.

Confrontation brings only more chaos.

Mo Fang stopped for a while, and used his saber energy to condense the array to block the anger of the resentful sword.He Chengqi also stopped and leaned against him.

Both of them understood that to end all of this, they needed to break through Chang Tingjun's resentment itself.

With a little preparation, they have reached a consensus.

If you rush out again, you will go straight to the target.

Only toward it -- only it.

The two rushed forward.

The barrier of the sword shield and the grid technique of Zidao soon ceased to work.The array of swords of resentment, the crowd of resentment, directly attacked the bodies of the two.

In an instant, their skins were scratched with more than a hundred scars by that ferocious force.The color is bright red, oozing out of the fabric.A tingling sensation, mixed with dim depression, poured into his heart.

But they are already facing "Mr. Changting".

He Chengqi's sharp swords came out twice, and it blocked it with the sword of resentment.Mo Fang slashed with a long knife, and it entangled with resentment.

He Chengqi used two swords again, his steps were steady, and his murderous aura was even fiercer.

Ever since he entered this space, He Chengqi has been suppressing and enduring. With a deep attitude, he faced Chengting, his partner who once had a relationship with him and who had once favored him.Now, this feeling of depression finally ignited the black fire in his soul.

The color of his eyes changed gradually.become like frozen blood, like burning fire—

The saber in his right palm was split in two, and under the entanglement of resentment, he was gradually controlled by murderous intent.With a fierce knife, he bypassed Chang Ting Jun's sword energy and slashed at Chang Ting Jun's neck.

When he was about to hit, he was pushed away by Mo Fang.

The fierce and ferocious eyes like a beast glared at Mo Fang.

"Little Crane!" Mo Fang confronted Chang Ting with one hand, and pressed He Chengqi's shoulder with his right palm.

"...Ah..." He Chengqi let out a breath, regaining consciousness from the frenzy.

"Leave it to me, you go to clear the formation!" Mo Fang said, He Chengqi nodded.

Taking this opportunity, Mr. Chang Ting has already shot more than a hundred swords at Mo Fang. The two resentment transformations, A Yan and A Mu, merged into the hundreds of sword qi, and hit his vitals directly.

After that -

peaceful.

Great tranquility.

Mo Fang jumped up, and there was no sound in the emptiness.

The soft water, turbulent waves, sharp icicles and wet fog all suddenly converged in one place.

If the transformation of resentment really has its own thinking, it must be strange at this moment, why the result of the collision of thousands of waters is just silence.

Finally, when there was a slight sound like falling leaves, Chang Ting-kun also fell.

"This is the Dubo knife."

At this time, He Chengqi untied the black formation behind Mr. Chang Ting, he turned around, smiled at Mo Fang, and then sighed.

With the black formation cracked, Pei Bifeng's immortal space is also changing.Cracks in the underworld appeared, absorbing resentment into it, and then disappeared invisible.

Previously, this space was forcibly connected with the underworld due to some force.

Now, that connection is unraveled.

The resentment is completely gone.

But here is still lifeless.

It's so lifeless that it doesn't look like a fairy space.

Mo Fang and He Chengqi walked to the side of the fallen man, at this time the man returned to Pei Bifeng's appearance.

Just now Mo Fang made a move, just beheading the resentment.Therefore, there were no scars on Pei Bifeng's body.

But even so, Pei Bifeng has no breath of life... no, not only no breath of life, his state seems to have been dead for a long time.

"If the Lord of Space dies, the Immortal Space will also disappear." He Chengqi said, "But this place is intact."

"I don't think you need to think about it so much." Mo Bu said nothing, and picked up the old man.

He Chengqi nodded: "Follow the breath of the enlightened beast, and you will be able to leave here."

The two came to the bottom of the space.Fortunately, with the support of the Enlightened Beast, the tiny crack is still there.

They worked together to widen the crack, passed through the vortex, and returned to He Chengqi's fairy space.

"Senior Pei..." Long Qiuzong stared at Pei Bifeng's corpse in the Immortal Space and pondered for a moment.

"As you can see, although Mr. Pei's body is intact, his aura has long since disappeared. He was probably killed a few months to a few years ago, and took his body to become someone else's body." He Chengqi said very clearly.

"I will tell His Majesty the truth." Longqiu Zong pondered, "But..."

"Don't worry, what we care about is only resentment. As for other people, things, and things, whether we see them or not, it makes no difference."

What He Chengqi meant obviously was that they had no intention of making public what the World Master didn't want to spread to the outside world.

When Long Qiuzong heard what he said, he would agree.After saying goodbye, he returned with Pei Bifeng's body.

He Chengqi watched Longqiu trace leave, and then looked at the water prison where Zili was imprisoned.

Mo Fang put his hands on his shoulders, which made him feel a lot easier.

"Is it possible that he is cooperating with the person who seized Pei Bifeng?" After a while, He Chengqi asked.

"It's unlikely that the two sides can't get in touch." Mo Mian shook his head.

"It's the same for me. On that day, Zili should have felt the murderous intent outside the space, so he closed the space to prevent others from helping me. The only thing he and the conspirators have in common is that they want to kill me." He Chengqi said with a sad smile .

"Since I am here, their desire is nothingness." Mo Mian said lightly.

Arm in arm, the two returned to the bamboo building where Hexin lived.

"I'm so tired." He Chengqi lay down on the bed, stretched his body, and fell asleep peacefully because Mo Fang was by his side.

"...Brother Mo..."

Waking up again, when he stretched out his arm, He Chengqi's palm lightly pressed against Mo Fang's face.

Mo Fang was sitting beside his bed, watching him, holding his hand, wrapping it between his palms.

They looked at each other like that, silent for a while.

When Mo Fang got up and calmly closed the door, He Chengqi said in a low voice, "Let's take a closer look at each other."

Mo Man smiled slightly, untied his hair by the door, and pulled the collar slightly apart.He is tall and tall, so he looks good with loose hair.

He Chengqi sideways admired his appearance, and when he came to his side, he raised his head and let him press a kiss on his forehead.

The lips were pressed together again.