MTL - Liu Yao: The Revitalization of Fuyao Sect-Chapter 48

Sometimes, a certain moment can become extremely long, and it looks like it can never end.

A person may have to live through such a special length of life several times, for example, when death is imminent.

Cheng Qian's Frost Blade instinctively directed his sword backwards and flew into the air until he turned to see the face behind him—Han Yuan.

Han Yuan suddenly ran behind him for a lot of reasons. Maybe he wanted to see the excitement, maybe he wanted to kick Zhou Hanzheng and say a few words over the addiction ... No one would guard against him.

At this time, the eyes of his four divisional brothers were exactly the same as those of the casual practitioners on Qinglong Island. His familiar face was shrouded in black gas and his features were distorted. He seemed to be focusing all his true elements in this hand. It was too hard, the phalanges were folded, but he didn't know the pain.

The same is true of the casual repairs on the island where the soul of the painting was hit-not to mention the pain, they didn't even know they died.

Cheng Qian stared at Han Yuan with a stupid face, feeling that Zhenyuan and his vitality were all flowing along the hole in his chest, and even the leaked out was filled with his mood and anger. I can't believe it.

Han Yuan stared back at him unconsciously, then yanked his hand out of Cheng Qian's chest, and flesh fluttered on his face. He watched Cheng Qian fall down at his feet.

Cheng Qian kept staring at him tightly, and his limbs twitched unconsciously. The blood on his face seemed to be moving towards the eye circles, but he couldn't say a word.

For the past ten years or so, all the pains and unrestrained joys that have been immobile in life have now become trivial and faded, and have fallen into the absurdity of "deserved to be so".

Finally, Frost Blade, which had been placed on Han Yuan's neck, vibrated violently, and Fan Tie fell to the ground, only breaking through a shallow layer of oil on Han Yuan.

This changed like a rabbit rising and falling, everyone was stunned, until the puddle took the lead to cry, Yan Zhengming woke up like a dream, he kept only half-kneeling on the ground, but his limbs seemed to be filled with lead. Stiffened into a stone, and couldn't even stand up.

Li Yan, who had always been rabbit courageous, had a moment of brain heat. He forgot all the horrible symptoms of casual repairs on the island, and rushed up desperately, pushing Han Yuan apart.

Han Yuan was pushed by him and he fell down and made a mistake, but he didn't know he got up, his eyes crooked towards it, if it was not his chest, he looked like a fresh body.

"Xiao Qian, Xiao Qian ..." Li Yan's eyes were covered with tears, and she knelt beside Cheng Qian with no help, and her hand was fumbled aimlessly, as if holding a trace Fortunately, trying to find out what can save lives.

Cheng Qian was lying on the ground side, like a dying fish, probably because he heard the voice of Li Zhi, his pupils that had been slightly dizzy suddenly regained a little glory as the light returned, and then, Frostblade Sword vacated like a corpse. Then, he passed by Li Yan, almost freezing the tears on Li Yan's face into ice, and fell directly into the heavenly cover of Zhou Hanzheng behind him.

This sword and this man seem to really respond to the phrase, "The man is as dead as iron".

It is already reluctant for Zhou Han to break away from Ju Lingyu, and then he desperately urged the "painting soul" that had previously been laid on Han Yuan, which was basically accounted for, and finally suffered like this, a generation of scourges finally settled.

Cheng Qian and Frost Blade had special induction. Zhou Han was dying under his sword. He didn't need to look at it, and he knew it.

The young man showed a little smile under his blood-stained face-finally killed the surname Zhou. As long as they are careful in the future, no one outside will know that they are from the Fuyao group, and no one will look at those on Fuyao Mountain that look real or fake. , The idea of ​​ambiguous treasure hits them ...

Cheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, almost feeling that he could retreat. He turned his face slightly to the ground, as if the man was going to die, instinctively looking for a destination.

At this time, Li Min exclaimed, "Han Yuan! What are you doing?"

Just because Zhou Hanzheng died, Han Yuan, a puppet-like man, convulsed fiercely, but I don't know what passive gestures he had, Han Yuan didn't fully wake up, his eyes turned around confusedly, and fell on Cheng Qian The look on his face struggled for a while, as if the real Han Yuan was desperately fighting for control of the body.

But he failed to wake up in the end.

Han Yuan suddenly stood up from the same place, and didn't look at the fellow brothers on the island, and went straight to the sea.

Li Yan was crying, and pinched a trick that he didn't know was right. He waved his hand on Han Yuan's back, and saw countless tiny spider threads sticking out of his palm, which tied Han Yuan firmly In the middle, he yelled, "You stand still for me!"

Han Yuan unknowingly allowed the spider silk to cut every wound on his body. Li Zhi gritted his teeth and shrank his five fingers fiercely to pull him back, but at this moment, Han Yuan suddenly felt There was an unexplained fire, and I didn't know what the fire tongue was about. In a blink of an eye, he burned the cobwebs wrapped around him with his own clothes, and then Han Yuan, who was not restrained by obstruction, was so red. / Body / Nude / Body jumped into the waters of Hao Hao, and did not show his head again.

Cheng Qian didn't know about this series of events, all his senses were becoming dull, all focused on the pain, a pair of cold hands stretched out and held him up, the man's fingers Grimly touched his face.

Strange to say, at this moment, Cheng Qian could not even smell the **** smell, but strangely smelled the orchid fragrance.

This is the taste of the cuffs every time the elder brother gives him medicine. It is the smell of the quilt overflowing every time he lays in the elder brother's room. .

Cheng Qian's consciousness began to blur, and the clearness of his life that had to be dragged on by Zhou Han was ephemeral, and he was so confused that he almost forgot where he was.

"I ..." Cheng Qian uttered a mosquito-like slang.

Yan Zhengming lowered his head and slowly brought his ears to his lips: "Huh?"

"……I want to go home……"

Yan Zhengming froze for a long while, showing a smile that was sad and happy.

He hugged Cheng Qian and stood up, Wen said, "Okay, go home. Brother will take you back to Fuyao Mountain, let's go."

Cheng Qian seemed to smile, and gradually began to talk weakly, so he fell silent.

At the same time, he suddenly thought, indifferently: "It really hurts. It hurts so much already. Is it the same when he was born?"

Later, he remembered that it seemed that his mother-in-law hurt him when he was born.

Suddenly, Cheng Qian's resentment towards his parents and everyone disappeared, and even his turbulent life in a short period of time and under the fence were all in the faintly secret orchid fragrance.

Finally, Cheng Qian's head suddenly lost support and fell weakly on Yan Zhengming's shoulders.

Known as the dust, it seems like a hustle and bustle.

Li Yan rolled up and chased after him: "Brother! Brother! Please let him go, the little lurk is gone!"

Yan Zhengming turned a deaf ear, Li Yan grabbed his arm: "Brother!"

Yan Zhengming paused for a moment, turning his head to look at him quietly, and a tear did not drop. Li Min's heart mentioned his throat for a while, lest he came to say "copper is asleep, don't make a noise".

Right now this death is missing, and if there is another madness, Li Yan simply doesn't know what to do. He took a step back and trembled, "Brother, don't scare me."

"I know." Yan Zhengming lowered his eyes and whispered to himself, "I'm not crazy, you stop Xiao Shimei from crying."

Li Ye was even more panicked when he heard it, because the master seemed crazy.

"Go fetch water." Yan Zhengming commanded, and he went back to the middle of the deserted island with Cheng Qian's body, and said in the mouth, "Let him be clean ... and then we will find a way to make a boat . "

Li Min asked dullly, "Where to go by boat?"

Yan Zhengming: "Go back to Yan's house first, but I guess Yan's house is gone. Although my family is rich, but after all, they are not full of mortals. Removing them is no different from opening an ants' nest ... I just saw it with my own eyes Look, it's gone, so don't forget it. "

Li Yandi was cold all over, and on the way when they were here, they were still deceiving themselves and saying that Xue Qing ’s charm was just lost, and that he was fine. Of course, the Yan family was unlikely to have any problems. Now, his head brother seems to have nothing Accepted with reservation all the bad news that might be imposed on him in this world.

Xi Shi silently lowered the puddle, handily grabbed water, and then helped Yan Zhengming set Cheng Qian down, washing the young man's blood. After doing all this, Yan Zhengming still felt that Cheng Qian's dress was a bit aggrieved, so he took off his robe and wrapped Cheng Qian.

Yan Zhengming half-knelt beside Cheng Qian, looked at the face for a long time, as if seeing all the thoughts floating in his heart.

Yan Zhengming suddenly thought, "What am I doing alive? Why not go with him?"

With this thought together, the real Yuan in his body reversed immediately, and Yan Zhengming's face suddenly had a layer of ominous blood on his face, which was a vague sign of going into magic. Thousands of grievances rose and fell in his heart, forming a net with no head and tail, tightly hugging his three souls and seven souls, Zhou Hanzheng, Tang Yao, Bai Yan ... countless faces flashed from his eyes Too.

"Why didn't they die?" Yan Zhengming murmured suddenly. "Does the so-called heavenly way let the shameless disciples live for a hundred years?"

The nearest Shizukuishi immediately felt something wrong, and whispered, "Head?"

Yan Zhengming's eyes slowly turned to him. The accustomed and often smiling peach blossom eyes were like a dry well with bottomless eyes, so dark that he couldn't see the margins. Yan Zhengming suddenly laughed lowly, one word at a time. Tao: "If I have the Tao, I also want to run rampant, kill indiscriminately, and take the robbery. Whoever dares to block my way, I will let him do everything, never live forever, whether he is God or Buddha ! "

Li Ye was frightened: "Brother, what are you talking about?"

"Why?" Yan Zhengming's voice was low in the hoarse voice. "Why!"

His voice didn't fall, and a layer of black gas had risen all over his body. A circle of sand and gravel all echoed. Others couldn't get closer for a while. Li Min rushed out to grab his shoulder. He hadn't touched anyone yet. After three or four steps, he sat on the ground with one butt.

Xun Shi didn't know what to do, so he looked at Li Yan with a gazed eyes.

Li Ye jumped up from the ground, and Li Li shouted inwardly: "Yan Zhengming! Something happened to Xiao Qian, and Xiao Yuan was lost. Do you have no heart, heart, and sadness when I am? I would rather be the one who dies!"

Since Li Xiao was young, his personality was not very sharp, and bad is also bad. As he grows older, he seldom loses his temper with rashness. Therefore, a little anger is accumulated, and the two or three sentences are exhausted and then exhausted. After Li Kun jumped his feet, he breathed red-eyed, and then with a cry, he said what he had refused to admit to his mouth for years: "At least Xiao Qian is better than me."

It is a pity that he uttered his heartfelt occasionally, but the result was that he played the harp to the cow, Yan Zhengming seemed to be deaf, and the stone flying on the ground slapped on Li's face like a slap, leaving a blood mark immediately, Li I was forced to take a few steps back, just hitting a puddle left unattended.

The puddle clung to his thigh helplessly, but after a few days, her face like a drum bun had obviously thinned and turned into a small ball. The tip of her chin had to search with the two roots on her neck. The soul needle looked exactly the same, Li Yi glanced, suddenly squatted down and held her shoulder, and said quickly: "Let me use the soul search needle!"

The puddle was unable to respond, and Li Zhi had already pulled down a soul-searching pin with a flick of his finger to break the needle cork and waved to Yan Zhengming.

The puddle was stunned, accompanied by a scream, and Soul Search plunged into the dark mist, poking into Yan Zhengming's shoulders exactly.

The thick black mist dispersed, Yan Zheng groaned, and the whole person rushed forward and fell on Cheng Qian's body.

Li Xuan rushed up immediately, quickly pulled / unloaded the poisonous needle, cut off the blood flow of Yan Zhengming, and entered a real yuan, forcing out all the poisonous blood that had not had time to spread, until the black blood flowing out was red, he He was relieved, and found a bottle of detoxification medicament soaked in seawater from his arms, pushing Yan Zhengming, who was motionless, and said, "I told you you shouldn't ... you have to, compelled me, brother. Take it. "

Yan Zhengming didn't look up, Li Zhi waited for a while, but didn't wait for the echo, so he carefully put his hand on the shoulder of Yan Zhengming's uninjured side, only to feel that the body of the elder brother was shaking like leaves.

Yan Zhengming hugged Cheng Qian's already cold body tightly and cried out.

They stayed on the island for half a month, and finally a canoe filled with rough spells was finally finished. The boat could barely sit down with two people. Fortunately, the puddle was small enough to make a squeeze and scream. Can be a sword, but can barely go along. He pulled a piece of cloth and wrapped Cheng Qian's Frostblade sword with him. His baggage couldn't be simpler.

"Brother in charge, let's go," Li Min reminded.

Yan Zhengming nodded, and finally glanced back at the little-known little desert island. He seemed to have a gloomy night with his youthful eyebrows, which seemed to be a square inch of years. It was stretched indefinitely, but after a short while, the juvenile has been reborn and grown up.

Yan Zheng looked towards the island, his eyes suddenly turned, revealing a bit of heavy tenderness: "One day, when we can return to Fuyao Mountain brightly and squarely, will we pick you up?"

Naturally no one answered him.

Yan Zhengming put the frost blade rolled up by the rag behind his back, stepped on his wide-opened sabre, and the sword went away.

The sky and the sea are the same, and both are vast.

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