Is it the same with other big brothers?

Without hesitation, he wiped away the spiritual consciousness on the jade ring, tipped his toes, and leaped into the air like a frightened bird. He opened his golden beast pupils and looked at the radiant tower in the distance, feeling the remnants of the spirit lamp over there. Breath, pupils move slightly.

"Spiritual Lamp..."

His pale lips moved slightly, and the next moment, his body disappeared into the air.

Ever since the town spirit lamp went out little by little, Ye Weiyang felt the temperature of the person in his arms slowly dissipating, just like the nightmare decades ago, he once again watched the person he loves the most in his life in his arms. Lost breath but powerless.

Ye Weiyang is very well-behaved, neither crying nor fussing, snuggling into his arms, holding Ye Weiyang's cold hand, and strokes gently on the palm.

"The reason why people are called human is because they are subject to birth, old age, sickness and death. They have seven emotions and six desires, and distinguish right from wrong. If Wei Ai really just wanted to live, he would not distinguish between right and wrong. Knowing that his life was saved by other innocent people If you still live in a sly manner, then you can’t be called a human being.” Ye Weiai tilted his head slightly, with a smile on his face, as if death was not scary to him at all, “You called Brother Mingzhu a monster before, then if you really If this is the case, isn't Wei Ai even more of a monster?"

Ye Weiyang didn't speak, but kept staring at Ye Weiai.

Ye Weiai raised her head and said with a smile, "Brother, do you think so?"

Ye Weiyang said hoarsely: "...Yes."

"Then you're going to apologize to brother Mingzhu tomorrow, you understand?"

"it is good."

"Don't be sad for Wei Ai," Ye Weiai said, feeling that it was unrealistic, and hastily added, "If you really can't help it, I'm allowing you to be sad a little bit, but you have to recover quickly and live well. Otherwise I'd be worried."

"……Um."

The vitality in Ye Weiai's body has slowly dissipated with the disappearance of the town spirit lamp. His whole body is cold, and his eyes have gradually become the eyes of a dead person, split in two from the middle, and the light dissipates like a candle.

Until Ye Weiyang felt a heaviness in his chest, Ye Weiai leaned against him, and there was no chance to say what he hadn't finished.

Ye Weiyang was expressionless, hugging the boy in his arms tightly, joy, anger, sorrow and joy seemed to slowly flow out of his empty and empty pupils as Ye Weiai died again, and finally the pupils completely turned into a pool of stagnant water, without any fluctuations .

The town spirit lamp slowly fell beside him from the air, leaving only a white thread like a wick rushing towards him with its teeth and claws.

It is an existence that can hook people's souls out and devour them completely. Ye Weiyang used it to hook the souls of countless people, so she naturally knew its effectiveness.

Only this time, the soul-eating white thread rushed towards him ferociously, but he just glanced at it indifferently, then calmly looked away.

It seemed that there was nothing in this world that could move him, even life and death.

When the white rope finally reached in front of him and was about to hook his wrist, a hand gently reached out from the side, pinching the white rope with a little force.

The town spirit lamp let out a rotten scream, and the last ray of light went out instantly as the white rope dissipated.

Ye Weiyang raised her head, glanced at the person in front of her, and said indifferently: "Who are you?"

In the glazed pagoda, there is a man in white clothes and white hair, with an elegant posture and a long body. The only thing that has color is the petal imprint between his eyebrows, which is shining brightly.

Holding the Town Spirit Lamp with one hand, his pupils moved slightly, the golden animal pupils lit up, and he said softly, "I am a man of Guifang who does not shy away from the forest."

Ye Weiyang said: "Gui Fang...doesn't hide Lin?"

He was dressed in white, and his pale skin was even a little whiter than the clothes on his body. He walked slowly on the ground paved with glass with bare feet, and spoke softly.

"Ah, I almost forgot, there is no Guifang in Wuzhou now, what do you call the old place?" He pressed his thin white fingers to his lips, which turned a little bloody, "Oh, remember Already—the fallen city."

"Just out of fear and greed, you destroyed the ground veins on which the Guifang monster clan depended for survival, forced the curtain down the sun-blocking cliff and sealed it with an enchantment for hundreds of years." The long hair hangs on the ground, slightly blown by the wind, "This account has been delayed for so many years, and it's finally time to settle it."

Even knowing that the person in front of him is a demon cultivator, Ye Weiyang remained indifferent, and said coldly: "You want revenge? Yes, take this life."

Bubu didn't seem to have heard him speak, still staring at the cumbersome pattern of the glazed pagoda, and whispered softly: "There is a sea of ​​blood at the bottom of the cliff, and the bones are all over the ground. Countless vicious beasts who have lost their minds wantonly slaughtered, no one can do it." survive down there completely."

Ye Weiyang stopped talking.

"It's so painful, so uncomfortable, why can't I die." The voice was soft and gentle, but the words made the hair stand on end, "Whenever my body is broken and floating in the sea of ​​​​blood that makes people vomit, I will die." Thinking, why do I have to suffer the pain of meridians being torn and reshaped alive, why can't they...can't give me a happy time?"

"I've never done anything bad in my life, why should I suffer these inhuman pains?"

He stretched out his slender fingers, touched the cumbersome pattern lightly, and said casually: "But fortunately, you will get used to it as long as you die."

His hand exerted a little force on the carved glass, and his pale fingertips suddenly turned red. He couldn't help staring at his fingers for a long time, his eyes filled with mist, and instinctively murmured softly: "It hurts."

Ye Weiyang said: "Why did you tell me this?"

He couldn't help looking at his fingers for a long while before he blinked away the water mist in his eyes, but he didn't dare to touch the pattern of the glazed glass again. He turned his head, and the animal pupils shimmered and looked at Ye Weiyang, saying: "I want to let you You know how much the Yaozu have suffered because of your momentary desires, and how much you have to pay to bear the anger of that curtain."

"who are you?"

"There is a small world in that curtain. When Guifang City was destroyed, the remaining clansmen were put into the small world and brought to the foot of the Biri Cliff," Bushi murmured, "That world is called the Forest of Buba by Nalian, and my name From it too."

He walked up to Ye Weiyang, lowered his body, and his eyes were full of pity and sympathy: "I don't hide my name, and my intention is to come to find the guides who besieged Guifang back then. The previous owner of Changye Villa is one of them, and you As his descendants..."

Ye Weiyang sneered, but there was no fear on his face, only relief.

But he tilted his head slightly, and said, "But I won't kill you."

Ye Weiyang suddenly looked at him.

"I can't kill you." He murmured without hesitation, "Because I think that instead of dying completely, it is better to live well, and it will add more pain to you."

Ye Weiyang looked at him almost viciously: "You..."

He said softly, "Life is better than death, this is the best punishment for you."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards the outside of the glazed tower with the town spirit lamp in his arms.

Ye Weiyang stared blankly at his back, hugged Ye Weiai's cold body and shivered slowly, a moment later, he bent down, hunched his body and buried his face in Ye Weiai's neck, let out a choked sob .

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the dark fragrance comes with the wind.

Flying against the wind without hesitation, he flew towards the wasteland fifty miles away from the city gate of Shishen Kingdom in the darkness.

After a while, he opened his arms slightly and stopped in the mid-air of a wilderness. He looked down and saw that everywhere he went was a piece of loess wind and sand.

This is Guifang's old place - the fallen city.

Because of the destruction of Guifang's veins by human monks, Guifang City, which has been passed down for thousands of years, became a ruin and sank into the yellow sandy ground year after year.

50 years ago, the old site of Guifang could be seen, but now, nothing can be seen.

He fell down from the sky, stepped on the yellow sand with his toes, frowned and flew into the air again before taking two steps, as if he was afraid that the yellow sand would hurt his feet.

The environment of the fallen place is too bad, yellow sand is flying all over the sky, and there are gusts of wind whistling in my ears. I don’t want to stay here for a long time, and I fly half a circle in the air. After confirming that there is really no remains of the old site, I head towards the way I came. fly away.

On the way, he did not hesitate to connect the spiritual consciousness on the jade ring with the curtain.

"Don't hide?" Nalian's spiritual consciousness appeared beside him in an instant, and his illusory figure was blown by the wind like mist. He probably hadn't woken up yet, so his voice was a little muffled.

Candidly said: "I came to Guifang's old land, because the land veins were destroyed, the city has been completely buried by yellow sand."

The curtain froze for a moment, then covered the disappointment in his eyes in a low voice: "Really?"

The corpses of those clansmen who died in battle could not be restrained either.

Feeling the loss of Nalian, he pursed his lips, and said after a long while: "Nalian, once the Guifang land veins are exhausted, it is better to sink the old site into the loess of hundreds of feet, than to be occupied by human monks..."

Nalian forced a smile and said, "I know, when will you come back? There is no one in Shou'an City, so I plan to take someone to talk about Yucheng next."

He said without hesitation: "I still have some things to deal with, it may be later...ah!"

Na Lian was waiting for Bushi to speak, but suddenly heard a cry of pain, and then the consciousness of Bubu was forcibly severed, and the image of Bubu flickered.

Na Lian was startled: "Don't hide! What's wrong with you? Don't hide!?"

He waited in fear for a long time before his spiritual consciousness reconnected, but just after connecting, he heard Fuji sobbing slightly.

Na Lian was almost going crazy: "Don't hide!"

Soon, the spiritual consciousness was fully connected, and the thin body seemed to be half-sitting on the ground, covering his head and sobbing, his face was full of tears.

"What happened to you? Don't scare me!"

There were tears in his eyes, he choked and said, "Shenchen... the city boundary of the country, I, bumped into it..."

Nalian: "..."

"It hurts."

Nalian: "..."

Na Lian didn't know what to say, and said weakly: "The city boundary is at best just an enchantment set up by the Mahayana period of human beings. You can just tear a hole or find a blinding grass to get in, why not?" Can you hit it?"

It's only because he insisted on talking to Na Lian when he flew into the air, so he bumped into him without paying attention. His skin was originally white, but now his forehead was already red and swollen, which looked very serious.

In fact, this kind of pain can be endured by ordinary people, let alone a man, but he has lived and died at the bottom of the sun-covering cliff for more than ten years, probably because the pain has caused a psychological shadow, and even a small scratch on weekdays can make him cry. What's more, it hit the hard barrier directly.

"I...I..." Can't help but cry so hard that I can't speak, "You, you come and save me..."

Na Lian had a terrible headache and said: "I'm in Shou'an now, how can I save you? Look around to see if there are any things that can block your eyes, hide your demon breath and go to Shichen Country to see the doctor."

Still couldn't hold back the tears.

"Ah, you really want people's lives, ancestor!" Na Lian rubbed the center of his brows, and was about to ask if I should go, when he heard someone report from outside.

But he sat on the ground and cried for a long time before gradually stopping his tears. Seeing that the curtain hadn't spoken to him for a long time, he asked, "The curtain? What happened?"

Na Lian seemed to be explaining things to others. Hearing the words, he connected with his spiritual consciousness and said, "I heard that a Mahayana period has come to Shou'an City. I'm going to have a look—what are you talking about, Rizhao's people?"

The latter sentence is for other people.

She tilted her head slightly: "Rizhao?"

He told the people around him a few more words, and then said to him: "I have some things to deal with here. It is said that Shang Yanfeng and Yan Xueyu from Rizhao Mountain have come to the head. They came just in time. Those who besieged Guifang back then, Rizhao also has a share, I will go out and deal with these two people before I pick you up, just bear with me, be good."

He said "ah?", and was about to speak when the curtain cut off his consciousness.

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