The light-colored robe on Feng Qi's body was quickly stained red with blood, Ji Chaoyun was breathing rapidly, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.
"Come on..." Ji Chaoyun's voice was hoarse and trembling, "I can't move, Feng Qi, I don't know how—"
"Don't be afraid of Xiaolong, I'm here, don't be afraid..." Feng Qi's expression quickly returned to his former calm, he took half a step forward, Ji Chaoyun's hand holding the sword suddenly tightened, and the slender blade stabbed deeper .
Feng Qi snorted and suddenly raised his hand to hold the sword edge tightly: "Bai Qiuyue, get out of here!"
"...you guessed it." Bai Qiuyue's elegant and gentle voice suddenly came from the night sky, he smiled softly, and said warmly, "I said I would prepare a big gift for you, Feng Qi, I like this gift from me. Is it?"
Feng Qi's voice was cold: "You can't enter the Immortal Mansion, where are you hiding?"
Bai Qiuyue: "You're so smart, why don't you guess for yourself?"
Feng Qi's eyes swept around, and finally fell on Ji Chaoyun.
The severe pain made his breathing a little unsteady, he took a deep breath, and asked coldly, "When did you—"
His voice came to an abrupt end.
Since his return, Bai Qiuyue has never had the opportunity to contact Ji Chaoyun, and if he really did something to Ji Chaoyun, Feng Qi could not have noticed.
The only possibility is the Wenqu Peak earlier.
In order to help Ji Chaoyun ease his fear of the illusion, he once turned to Bai Qiuyue and asked him to cast a spell to help Ji Chaoyun fall into a dream and weave an illusion.
Was it that time-
Feng Qi was horrified and asked coldly, "You've been plotting against him since so early..."
"It seems that you guessed it?" Bai Qiuyue said, "Yes, at that time you asked me to cast a spell to make Ji Chaoyun dream, and I left a gap in his consciousness to control it. I didn't want to use this kind of villain trick. , but who told you to use the blood of God to plot against me, I had no choice but to pay for it."
Feng Qi closed his eyes and asked softly, "Get out of his body, I can let you deal with it."
"Okay." The smile in Bai Qiuyue's voice was even greater, and she said softly, "Put away your divine power to protect your body and let him kill you with one sword. I will naturally let him go."
Ji Chaoyun's eyes were red, and he suddenly trembled.
His limbs seemed to be tightly pressed by some kind of force, and he didn't obey his orders, and it was very difficult to even speak: "No... Feng Qi, hurry up..."
But Fengqi didn't move.
The golden light lingering on him quickly faded, Feng Qi smiled gently, raised his blood-stained hand, and brushed his fingertips lightly on Ji Chaoyun's cheek: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Then, the hand slid down Ji Chaoyun's arm and held his cold fingers. Feng Qi exerted his strength slightly, and suddenly drew the long sword out.
Hot blood sprayed out and splashed on Ji Chaoyun's face.
Feng Qi hurried back a few steps, bent his knees and knelt on the ground, the blood from his waist and abdomen flowed out, and his face instantly turned pale.
The teleportation formation behind him was still beating with light, reflecting the outline of Feng Qi's side face more and more deeply.
Feng Qi raised his head, his eyes tender and pity: "Come here, Xiaolong, come to me."
"No..." Ji Chaoyun shook his head with all his might, but his body didn't obey his orders and walked forward, the long sword tightly held in his hand slipped a string of blood beads, splashing blood flowers on the ground.
Feng Qi fixedly stared at the sharp sword edge, and slowly tightened the hand hanging by his side.
Ji Chaoyun closed his eyes, and the spiritual power that kept pouring up from the Dragon Ball finally broke through the confinement of his body with the help of the pure power in his belly.
At the moment of regaining his freedom, Ji Chaoyun slapped his palm hard and hit Feng Qi on the shoulder.
"Chaoyun!"
Feng Qi was knocked backwards by his slap with all his strength, his body was submerged in the light of the teleportation circle, and he disappeared in place in an instant.
The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and Ji Chaoyun fell to his knees as if exhausted, gasping for breath.
The sense of loss of control made a comeback, and the magic breath emanating from spiritual consciousness quickly regained control of this body.
Bai Qiuyue's voice sounded softly in his ear: "What's the use of helping him escape, with you in my hands, he will come back sooner or later."
"...Xiaolong, come to Qingqiu, I'll wait for you."
In the early morning of the next day, a awning boat came by wading and stopped on the coast.
Ji Chaoyun sat quietly in the boat, wrapped in a plain white cloak, and there were still bloodstains left on his cheeks.
Suddenly, someone shouted from outside the boat: "Young Master, Qingqiu is here, the patriarch sent his subordinates to pick you up."
The voice Ji Chaoyun was not familiar with, his expression did not change, and he said softly: "He invited me to come, let him come out to see me."
"This… "
Before the man could answer, another voice suddenly sounded outside the boat: "Ji Chaoyun, don't be ashamed, why did the patriarch come out to greet you?"
Ji Chaoyun was slightly startled.
This voice is... Wei Shaoyang.
Wei Shaoyang led a group of people from the Tianhu clan to wait on the shore. Seeing that Ji Chaoyun still hadn't disembarked, he couldn't hold his face and shouted angrily, "What are you still doing, drag me out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a slender white hand lifted the boat curtain.
Ji Chaoyun stepped on the water bank, raised his eyes and looked at Wei Shaoyang lightly: "I don't know, it turns out that Yunlu City has really become a lackey of the devil."
Wei Shaoyang didn't expect this attitude, and was a little stunned for a while: "We... bah, who are you scolding! We are judging the situation and looking for another leader! The immortal realm is exhausted, and you are as stubborn as you are now. This situation is your fate!"
Ji Chaoyun slightly bent the corner of his mouth, and the sea breeze by the water bank made the hair behind him flutter in the wind.
There were still some bloodstains left on his cheeks, which made his complexion paler, but it was a little more eerie.
Wei Shaoyang was dazzled by his smile, coughed uncomfortably, and looked away.
Ji Chaoyun stepped forward and said softly: "What is the situation now? The allies are already waiting outside, ready to invade Qingqiu at any time, encircle the demons, and clean up your immortal scum. As for me, killing the demons is not a pity for me to die. But before I die, I naturally don't mind having another City Lord Wei Shao to be buried with me."
After he finished speaking, he walked over to Wei Shaoyang.
"Ji Chaoyun!" Wei Shaoyang's face suddenly turned blue and white, and suddenly he raised his hand and hit Ji Chaoyun's vest.
No one dared to stop him, just when Wei Shaoyang was about to touch him, a sharp pain suddenly came from his wrist. No one saw how Qing Ji Chaoyun turned around. He grabbed Wei Shaoyang's wrist and folded it hard—
"what!!!"
Ji Chaoyun let go of his hand and watched Wei Shaoyang fall to the ground coldly.
Wei Shaoyang held his dislocated wrist, sweating profusely in pain: "You're so mad, you're not afraid—"
"It should be why you are so arrogant." Ji Chaoyun leaned slightly and said slowly, "I am still useful to Bai Qiuyue, he will not kill me, but whether he will kill you, it is difficult to say. So, don't provoke me."
Ji Chaoyun nodded modestly at him, turned and walked forward.
Qingqiu is an isolated island at sea with steep mountains, which are easy to defend and difficult to attack. Ji Chaoyun followed several Tianhu clansmen into the mountain, and after walking for half an hour, he saw the tall bronze door standing in the mountain.
There were all kinds of vines crawling outside the door, and the climate in the forest was cold and humid. Ji Chaoyun stopped in front of the door and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
Soon, the bronze gate opened, revealing the majestic high hall within.
The palace here is made of bluestone and jade, and Ji Chaoyun was led to a side hall. The door of the hall was slowly closed, and he was the only one left.
This should be a bedroom, the windows are tightly closed and no light can come in, only a few lamps can provide illumination.
Ji Chaoyun looked around, the hand hidden in the cloak subconsciously touched his lower abdomen.
"Are you tired, sit down and rest." A voice came from the inner room, and Bai Qiuyue opened the bead curtain and walked out.
Ji Chaoyun's breath stagnated, and he looked at him vigilantly.
Bai Qiuyue walked to the front of the palace and sat down, poured two cups of tea, and pushed a cup to the opposite side: "Sit down, have a cup of hot tea to warm up your body. Don't be nervous, I won't hurt you."
Ji Chaoyun was silent for a moment, then stepped forward and sat down.
Bai Qiuyue took a sip of tea and said leisurely, "I heard that you injured Wei Shaoyang just now?"
"Yes." Ji Chaoyun said, "Why, do you want to get it back for him?"
"Of course not." Bai Qiuyue shook her head with a smile, her voice was gentle and calm, "Although Yunlu City has joined me, their power is low and they are of no use to me. If Wei Shaoyang makes you unhappy, I might as well arrest him. Let it be at your disposal, how about it?"
"… not necessary."
Bai Qiuyue smiled and said nothing.
He sat quietly and sipped tea, with his left hand on his side casually, his wide cuff hanging down, Ji Chaoyun glanced over his cuff, vaguely feeling a little strange.
As if noticing the look in his eyes, Bai Qiuyue stood up, walked in front of him, and looked down at him: "Are you looking at this?"
He raised his left hand, the cuff slipped, but only saw a wrist bone. The cross-section of the wrist bone was wrapped in bandages, and it was faintly bloody.
That hand had already been chopped off.
Ji Chaoyun was horrified: "You..."
"Thanks to your god, that blood can make me suffer a lot." Bai Qiuyue's eyes turned around Ji Chaoyun, and suddenly stretched out the intact hand, grabbed his wrist and raised it "Back then at Wenqu Peak, you stabbed me with a sword and broke my hand. Now that sword has been returned from Feng Qi, according to my rule of revenge, should I ask you for revenge? Want a hand?"
Ji Chaoyun's face was pale, and he instinctively wanted to break away from the other party, but his body began to refuse to obey.
Bai Qiuyue let go of him, and the smile in his eyes deepened: "Don't be afraid, Xiaolong, I won't touch you for the time being."
Ji Chaoyun asked, "Why do you want me to come to Qingqiu?"
"I don't think so." Bai Qiuyue's smile subsided slightly, he raised Ji Chaoyun's chin, and rubbed his fingertips against the dried blood on his cheek, "Someone wants to save your life, I'm just following orders."
"Yan Huaqing?"
Bai Qiuyue did not answer. He suddenly withdrew his hand, turned and walked towards the gate of the palace: "You live here these days, and I will not treat you badly for food and clothing. When I open the gate to the Demon Realm, we will go to the Demon Realm together. Of course you will understand."
The door to the hall opened and closed, leaving Ji Chaoyun alone in the empty hall again.
The lights on the table flickered, Ji Chaoyun glanced at the unused hot tea on the table, got up and walked towards the inner room.
The furnishings in this hall are minimalist, but the tables, chairs and beds are fully furnished.
He closed his clothes and lay down on the bed, wrapped his cloak tightly, and curled up slightly.
The spiritual energy in the abdomen fluctuated slightly, as if a little uneasy.
Ji Chaoyun stroked his lower abdomen and said softly, "Don't be afraid, Daddy is here, everything will be fine."