In the boundless darkness, the inner demon opened his eyes, and divine light flashed in his only eye.
Invisibly, he suddenly felt the seal loosen. In his sight, the stubborn heart of Taoism that was shining with golden light was trembling slightly. The impeccable cage around it was experiencing waves of strength and weakness at the same time.
What happened? Is Zhishan dead
The inner demon was like a louse eager to drink blood. It pounced on the seal impatiently, and when it loosened, it devoured the energy of heaven and earth from the outside world hungrily.
Well, it is unlikely that he will die. He has seized the dragon heart of the divine body, so he should be considered half of the evil. Naturally, he can feel that the power of the good is getting stronger day by day. With a little thought, he knows what good things the master has done. He must have taken the initiative to pull out the anchor point where good and evil meet in order to please the good, and there is more than one place.
Being so weak, he actually calls himself the most evil.
It is very likely that because he was away from Liu Fuguang, the inner demon could think calmly without being deceived by the evil of Zhishan. Liu Fuguang's charm faded, and the inner demon deliberately forgot his face, voice and smile.
If the former master could kill someone, destroy his Taoist spirit, and take away his Taoist heart, then he, as a usurper who is better than his predecessor, should be more cruel and ruthless than his predecessor.
It's a pity that he can't get his title yet. Who is chosen by the Supreme Good and who is the Supreme Evil. On this point, the inner demon is naturally clear.
His face was filled with the shadow of impending storm, and the ferocious look only lasted for a moment before his inner demon quickly suppressed his murderous intent and focused on figuring out how to escape.
He doesn't have much time to waste.
Liu Fuguang did not say "yes", nor did he say "no". He remained silent, only his fingers curled up weakly, once, twice, like a dying insect, and finally slowly groped into his arms and hooked the Dong Marsh that Yan Huan had shrunk and taken away.
The weight of his homeland is so heavy that it gives him a solid and tender feeling. The land is a memory and a cradle. The land of his homeland also breeds everything he has. For a long time, he has drawn strength from Dongzhao to stand up straight. No matter what happens, there is always a place in the world that makes him feel at ease.
He shed tears and whispered, "I hate you."
Yan Huan combed his wet hair, his fingers paused for a moment, and he smiled tremblingly: "I love you."
Liu Fuguang simply closed his eyes. He was extremely tired and sank into his damaged sea of consciousness, pretending to sleep to avoid what had just happened.
In a trance, the sound of clear gurgling water came to his ears. Yan Huan wrung out a warm towel and carefully wiped away the dried blood and tears on his face. With a little hot steam, it gently ironed on his tight skin, and it was as comfortable as a good dream.
Yan Huan hummed the short tune again. It was a woman in love, anxiously calling out to her husband who had been waiting for her for a long time. Before this, there had never been a ballad that could be called love.
Liu Fuguang was exhausted and just wanted to get away from this mess for a while, saying nothing and thinking nothing. However, after hearing the distant dragon roar, he really fell asleep, and slept without dreams.
When I woke up, I saw a simple bed curtain, clean white clothes, and my wounds were healed.
Liu Fuguang sat up, still feeling a dull pain in his head.