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I don't know what Lanyueshi did, but all the disciples and elders who approached Yunhe's corpse on Lingshan Mountain were all afflicted with inexplicable Gu poison.When the attack occurs, the body seems to be devoured by tens of thousands of insects and ants, making people unable to survive or die. Only fresh flesh and blood can slightly relieve the pain in the heart - let the disciples of the Xianfeng Daogu sect turn into flesh-eating ones devil.

"Yeah, they have become like me." Xie Yan caressed the slender strings with no waves on his face, and there was even a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth.

The man is tall and tall, standing in the dark night, his poetic eyebrows are better than the shining stars in the sky, but his pair of clear eyes stared at Xie Yan with doubts, puzzles, bewilderment, and even disbelief.

"...Yunhe really died in your hands?" Jian Suyu clenched the cold Xiao Lian in her hands, even her voice was trembling.

In a trance, I can still hear a tall figure standing in front of me, raising his face to play rogue at Cang Shen: "Uncle Master, I volunteered to help Xie Yan copy the book, if you punish him to run around the foot of the mountain , why not punish me together.”

Covered by a shadow in front of her, Jian Suyu was short of breath, pinching Xie Yan's wrist tightly, with an imposing manner: "Did you really kill Yunhe?!"

Calmly freeing his hands from the shackles, Xie Yan rubbed his red wrists, his unfocused eyes fell on the melting moonlight outside the house, and his face was also faint: "He died under the white rainbow , don't you believe it?"

"Brush—" The white light flashed, the sharp blade touched the white neck, and the cold air leaked from the point of contact, but Xie Yan didn't seem to notice it.

"Why?" Jian Suyu's hand holding the sword was as chaotic as his heart, and his mind was full of Master's stern profile and irrefutable words when he descended the mountain.

Looking at the peaks of Lingshan Mountain, Lord Tianyuan stood with his hands behind his back in the wind, and his voice was thick and powerful: "Many years ago, my master, Master, watched the sky at night and learned that there would be a bad star descending on the National Teacher's Mansion. It caused a catastrophe. However, when Xie Yan was born, Xie Guoshi sealed his demon nature out of selfishness, but now that the seal is loose, Xie Guoshi tried his best to keep him alive and fell to the point where all his families were wiped out. Now Si Yao has lost his love Son, blood gulls are raging inside the sect, everyone is in danger, and the century-old sect is forced to close down the mountain by him. Suyu, as the teacher said, are you still going to find him?"

Jian Suyu didn't want to believe it, and he didn't want to believe it, so he decided to ask him face to face, so he nodded firmly: "Yes."

Disciple Xuanyin is not allowed to go down the mountain without permission, otherwise, what awaits him will only be a long and thorny road.The sharp spiritual power on the soles of the feet was like barbs, deeply piercing into his legs, trying to hold him back.Unable to use his spiritual power, he pursed his bloodless lips, dragged his heavy feet, and moved down thousands of climbing stairs step by step.The mottled bloodstains stained the moon-white clothes, like the dark red plums that occasionally bloom on Zhengfeng Peak, little by little, stunning and shocking.The Xiao Lian on his back was glowing white as if he felt the same experience, and let out a wail.

When he stepped down the last step, he was sweating with pain all over his body, and he could only vaguely hear a sigh from the sky: "Suyu, don't you regret it?"

"The disciple does not regret..."

He must listen to what that person said, only when that person admits it, can he give up.Now that Xie Yan admits it, his heart is still pounding in his chest, not withered, but with every breath, there is a throbbing pain.

"You asked me why?" Xie Yan sneered as if hearing some joke.The white rainbow on the table was unsheathed, and a flash of sword light flashed.

Jian Suyu subconsciously withdrew her hand, only to see a small cut on the back of her hand, the scorched edge was very smooth, and blood oozes slightly from the center.The knife seemed to be cut in his heart, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't hold the sword steadily.

Once upon a time, this person withdrew his sword move with a bit of anger, and said as a matter of course: "How can I be willing to attack you?"

The people who followed behind and looked up at themselves may have been tired of chasing, so they chose to turn their heads and run in the opposite direction.Now they put on a strange face, facing each other indifferently, with swords facing each other.

Jian Suyu couldn't help but clenched her palms tightly, and suddenly felt that something important had slipped from her fingers, and she couldn't grasp it no matter how hard she tried.

When he saw the sword marks on the back of Jian Suyu's hand, Xie Yan was also stunned for a moment, but he turned his face away, and could not allow him to soften his heart in the future: "Can there be a second white rainbow in the world? I killed people, And sooner or later, I will kill Lingshan, so that you will have a taste of the destruction of your family."

"You didn't lay the blood gu." Jian Suyu affirmed, "You are not someone who will do whatever it takes to achieve your goals..."

"I am such an unscrupulous person!" Xie Yan's eyes were red, and he interrupted him angrily, "I have fallen into a demon, and I have to rely on fresh flesh and blood every day to relieve my desire to kill. Of course, I must let others feel the same way. The demon cultivator has always devoured the flesh and blood of others and absorbed their cultivation base. In order to enhance my own strength, I have always refused anyone who comes, even rotting corpses - what else can I not do?"

Jian Suyu looked at him in amazement, feeling chills running down her spine and creeping up her spine.

"What?" Xie Yan, who was in a turmoil, looked back, and frivolously raised Jian Suyu's sharp chin, "Do you want the antidote for the blood gu?"

The antidote for the blood gu? Jian Suyu didn't dodge, she looked into Xie Yan's eyes fixedly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and said coldly, "...what do you want?"

"you."

The sky is a mirror, and the thick soil is a witness. Today, I wear a red shirt and drink a glass of thin wine. I hope that all creatures will witness the beauty of the good time together.

The scorching red reflected the face of the person in front of him like a crown of jade, Xie Yan grabbed Jian Suyu's skirt, stood on tiptoe and pressed a kiss on Xiao Xiang's lips for many years, his cheeks were reddened by the scorching breath.Bowing his head down, dense kisses gradually fell on Jian Suyu's fair neck, and he felt that the place where the skin touched was crisp and numb, as if an electric current was passing by.Xie Yan could even feel the blood surging under his icy skin, wondering if it was as cold as himself——

"Bang——" Pu Xinjiu's eyes widened, staring at the beautiful scene in front of him in astonishment, and then at the garlic sprouts on the ground that he smashed to pieces, he couldn't speak fluently, "You—you—— Damn it!"

"Pa——" While looking at each other, Pu Xinjiu quickly stepped forward and pulled Xie Yan away, raised his hand and slapped his abnormal face, "He is Jian Suyu, you are so awake! "

As soon as he woke up from the dream, Xie Yan realized for a moment that his clothes were too red, as red as blood all over the ground in a hazy moon.He suddenly let go of his hand, his face sinking like water: "There is no cure for the blood gu, let's go."

Jian Suyu frowned, her voice hoarse: "...until death?"

"Until death." Xie Yan glanced at the snow-white sword on the table out of the corner of his eye, and his red eyes were clearly reflected in the bright sword edge.Thinking of the tombstone of Lanyue in the backyard, he nodded resolutely, "It's not until death - me and you are the same."

Seeing that person's red figure getting farther and farther away, Xie Yan suddenly raised his hand and threw the Yaoqin on the table to the ground.The corner that first touched the ground was instantly shattered, and several strings on the surface of the piano were even more broken, making two hoarse whimpers.

I'm sorry for letting you see me so unrecognizable.

The bright yellow talisman has complicated incantations drawn on it. At first glance, I feel that the Lingtai is a bit clear, but after a second look, it seems that my eyes are a little hazy.Thinking that he was dazzled, Pu Xinjiu rubbed his eyes: "Does this really work?"

Jian Suyu nodded: "His temperament has changed drastically. These pure and calm spells are made by the master himself, and can help him relieve the mania in his heart."

Staring at the cold-hearted person in front of him, Pu Xinjiu hesitated to speak: "He——is forced to become what he is now. The Xie family and Lanyue are gone, and he feels that he is left alone... ..."

The body was startled, Jian Suyu was dumbfounded.

"But I know, he still has you." The Ghost King patted Jian Suyu on the shoulder, and asked as if confirming, "Do you still want his?" Seeing that he hadn't answered for a long time, Pu Xinjiu suddenly remembered Lan Yue Shi's last words, no more to say.

Wish to match virtue, hand in hand.If you can't fly, I will perish.Jian Suyu stretched out her hand to catch that disappearing figure, but unfortunately, that person drifted away and disappeared, unable to catch up again.So he lowered his eyes sadly, it wasn't that he didn't want Xie Yan anymore, but Xie Yan didn't want him anymore.

In the yard, a vigorous figure sometimes circles around and sometimes turns sideways, waving a white rainbow that seems to be melting into the snow.Where the will is, where the long sword is pointed, the sword moves in an instant, and white light dances all over the sky.An impassioned sword energy swept all directions, and the branches of the trees around him snapped in response, and the flowers under the trees rustled and fell, like snow, like snow.The cold fragrance overflowed, Xie Yan stretched out his hand, and caught a snow-white plum blossom that had just bloomed in the cold winter.

A piece of bright yellow talisman paper flew out from Pianfei's sleeve, and covered the plum blossom in his palm with the wind, and the corners moved slightly with the wind.In the past, when Xie Yan was free, he liked to fold all the talisman papers into paper cranes, but this one was given to him by Pu Xinjiu early in the morning.

"Today is Yuanqing's death day." Pu Xinjiu tilted his head and thought for a while, then handed him a few yellow talismans, "Take them to calm down, I'm really afraid that I'll go crazy and tear down my site when I'm not around! "

It was originally a joke, but when Pu Xinjiu came back at night, he only saw a large area of ​​charred and ruined walls, which was so empty that it was scary.At first, he thought that Xie Yan was playing with some kind of illusion, but he thought he had misread, so he rubbed his eyes vigorously, until he heard a few cries one after another.

With a scorched face and a mindless face, he fell down beside the dry stream, like a baby on his back, crying out of breath, but unable to shed a single tear.

"What's going on?" Pu Xinjiu rushed up quickly, staggering so much that he almost fell down.

"My lord——" Mindless called him as if seeing a savior, wept even more in grief, suddenly stared at Pu Xinjiu in horror, and stepped back suddenly, "He he he he—it was him Suddenly crazy! Burned everyone! The drowned ghost failed to come out to save the child..."

Pu Xinjiu turned around to Xie Yan, who was so desperate that he was numb, as if he was looking at himself at a loss, tremblingly: "How... how did you manage to do it..."

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Xie Yan's face was pale, his body was shaking non-stop, as if he would fall down at any moment.

Pu Xinjiu healed the wound on Mindless with distress: "They...are all my family..." The hoarse voice resounded in the open ground, every word was heartbroken.

"Someone once said that my life is rough and short—" Xie Yan seemed to have made up his mind, coughed a few times, and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Pu, when I come back, I must die to apologize."

He tried several times before he could drag his already numb legs, and the tip of the Baihong sword in his hand drew intermittent sword marks on his side with heavy steps.

There was some itching under the palms, sobbing and mindless, he raised his hands and looked carefully, a few emerald green buds were swaying in the cracks, and the shape of the leaves looked a bit like radishes—the bag of seeds that Xie Yan smashed back then turned out to be Germinated. "My lord, if I don't blame him, will he come back?" Mindless called out timidly, "He went berserk after reading a talisman. He was framed by someone."

Talisman... It turns out that Jian Suyu didn't want him either.

"He will." Pu Xinjiu looked up at the sky that seemed to be snowing, and stroked the dragon scales on his neck with his fingers, his voice was low but affirmative: "He is also our family."

But later, he never saw Xie Yan's return.