Xie Yu looked down at the wound on his hand that was slowly bleeding, and gently closed his eyes.
Not far away, the woman was still calling him, "A Yu, go home with A Niang, the clouds here...you can't catch them."
"hiss-"
Just when Xie Yu was about to get up, there was a strong wind blowing by his ear, a cloud of snow-white shadow flashed in front of him, and one side of his cheek suddenly felt hot and painful.
There were wet red blood beads rolling down his face, and the blood dripping on his white hands was shocking.
"hiss-"
"Hiss—"
There were two strong winds again, and white shadows shuttled around him. Those were all clouds here.
The cloud here is the most ferocious cloud in the sky. It is said that his ancestors have never caught the cloud here.
Several white shadows rushed past, the snow-white fairy robe on Xie Yu's body was cut by a sharp blade, and the wounds all over his body fainted with bright red blood at the same time.
"hiss-"
Xie Yu dodged his body, trying to avoid the cloud that was rushing towards him, but its speed was so fast that Xie Yu couldn't dodge in time.
The cheek was still scratched, and the hair was cut off.
He wouldn't be so disfigured, would he
This was Xie Yu's first reaction.
"hiss-"
It was a very angry, very angry whimper.
Xie Yu turned his head abruptly, and the white shadow in front of him was menacing and unstoppable.
He subconsciously raised his hand, picked up the cyan whistle on his neck and blew it for a long time.
The whistle sounded quickly, and it rang for nine days.
But it was still a step too late. Although the whistle had already blew out, it was trembling, and the effect was doubled, failing to stop the ferocious cloud.
"Ayu—"
Just when the cloud had already closed Xie Yu's arm and was about to swallow him, the original owner's mother's mournful voice came from not far away.
Immediately afterwards, a piece of golden chain held the cloud on Xie Yu's body. When it retreated, Xie Yu's entire arm was numb.
The fairy robe that was originally clean seemed to have been corroded. A whole sleeve was completely red, and it was hanging in tatters on his shoulders, dripping drops of blood.
Although Ah Yu's mother couldn't subdue that ferocious cloud, she could barely fight it so that it couldn't get close.
Xie Yu gasped for breath and fell straight down. His last thought before losing consciousness was...
The clouds here are really fierce.
He thought that Yunhui was so similar to Yang Zhang, and his personality must also be similar. He couldn't be more fierce than fierce, and he must be soft and easy to pinch.
But this.
Cloud catcher is really a high-risk job.
Jiuchongtian, the Temple of Heaven.
Suddenly there was a slight earthquake around, some people noticed it, but some people didn't notice the difference.
The man who was writing in front of the big golden case paused his pen slightly, and the vermilion ink from the pen tip fell on the paper, blurring into red dots.
"Shenjun, what's the matter? Is there something wrong?" Seeing that he suddenly paused his pen, the subordinates standing aside slightly bent over and asked tremblingly.
The beautiful god put down the pen, lowered his eyes and slowly uncovered the waste paper that was stained red with ink, picked up the pen again and asked while writing with downcast eyes, "Did you hear any sound?"
The subordinates were slightly taken aback, raised their heads to look at each other, and shook their heads slightly at their companions.
The leader lowered his head even lower, and said in a low voice, "This hall is clearly quiet, and the subordinates have never heard anything."