"So, the nightmare I told you about when I was a child." Feng Juyan's throat was hoarse, and he paused for a long time before continuing, "Is it a dream or is it real?"
She used to have the same nightmare when she was very young.
I dreamed that I was lying in a dark place, like an empty room or bed with walls on all sides. There was always someone who was covered in blood and couldn't see his face clearly pulling her, trying to push her away and blast her away.
Those hands almost grabbed her flesh and blood, causing her to cry in her dream in pain. The blood man cried harder than her, and the cry made people feel frightened and sad, and when he was pulled, he would beat his chest and stamp his feet in anxiety.
To her back then, it was a hysterical madman, a nightmare she couldn't get rid of when she was young.
She often woke up in the middle of the night, refused to admit her fear, and dared not continue to sleep, so she ran to sit at the gate of the courtyard, and saw the night watch disciples passing by with lanterns outside.
The big disciples asked her why she didn't sleep.
She folded a twig, pretended to make gestures in a small way, and said, "I'm practicing swords, so I'll check it out tomorrow."
Almost everyone was deceived by her. Even in the next ten or a hundred years, the Feng family always circulated rumors that she was talented, diligent and hardworking when she was young.
Only Feng Fei is...
Only this elder brother would come over and ask her when she was sitting on the threshold with her chin propped up, gesturing branches and pretending to practice sword, "Ayan, are you unable to sleep?"
She didn't admit it at first.
Later, when I couldn't get over it, I sat on the threshold and cried, so I talked about the scene in my dream.
Those were the tears she shed most in a century.
With red eyes open and a strong nasal voice, she said to her closest brother: how the bloody man in the dream pushed her, pulled her, how made her bed covered with blood like a shadow, how he drove her away crying , Kowtow to beg her for a while, and yell and scold her for a while. No matter which corner she turns to or which direction she turns, she can't escape.
After hearing this, Feng Fei patted her on the head lightly, sat with her by the threshold, and watched the moon in Dream Capital all night.
At last she leaned against the door, clutching a branch, and fell asleep towards dawn. He closed his eyes and muttered aggrievedly: "Why does that man always chase me away..."
Now that I think about it, it's an evil spirit that chased her away.
It is clear that she is the evil spirit that occupies the dove's nest.
She looked at Feng Feishi, recalling the childhood nightmare she hadn't recalled for nearly a hundred years, and her words were like knives: "When our two bodies were occupied, did you tear them apart like that?"
"Are those two souls that should be alive crying, screaming, and cursing like that?"
"Is there such a thing as beating your chest and feet, begging or even kneeling and kowtowing?"
She thought that the details of the dream had long been lost, but she did not expect that she could vividly recall every word of the question now.
She couldn't tell whether it was a dream or she had actually seen it.
"Ayan..." Feng Fei called out to her, not knowing if he wanted to interrupt her or comfort her.
But Feng Juyan was not forgiving.
She is always like this, she has to be clear about everything, she always has to find out: "I only ask you, is that so?"
"Is it as painful as in the dream?"
Feng Fei fell silent.
In fact, he denies it and fabricates a lie, saying that he doesn't remember at all, or that the two bodies have no owners.
But he knew this sister's character, and when it came time to ask her out, it was irreparable.
In the end, he only looked at the other party and said in a low voice: "Ayan, you have done a lot of good deeds."
"You have done many, many good deeds, saved many people, eliminated many evil spirits, accepted many disciples, and handed out many swords. You—" He paused, and his voice suddenly became hoarse, "...you are jealous of evil."
Feng Juyan listened and paused after a while.
She is indeed jealous of evil, and she has never backed down from every major event in the world, whether it is the rampage of evil spirits or the collapse of the Canglang Northern Territory, whether she can stop it or not, she will always stand in the front with that sword in her hand.
She once felt that "jealousy like hatred" was the best evaluation in the world, and she heard it more than any kind of talent or talent.
Because the latter is natural, but she came out step by step to "envy evil like hatred", and she chose it by herself.
As we all know, she is not a kind and gentle person, she has a stubborn and hard temper, she found a way and went straight to the dark, never turning back.
…
She hates evil like hatred and never looks back.
At that moment, Feng Juyan loosened the frown between her eyebrows.
She looked around, her eyes swept over thousands of wounded and bloody disciples, the city was in chaos after the fierce battle, and there was a black mist of demons that were temporarily suppressed but would overwhelm the sky.
In the end, she looked in the direction of Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan, and bit her lips.
She said, "How to cut off the source that attracts demons?"
"Is it enough to die with one's own body?"
Her voice was too low and soft to hear clearly. By the time Wu Xingxue realized the phrase "sacrifice with one's body", the girl with a temperament like a knife had instantly formed a bright white wind vortex barrier.
She suddenly moved to the nearest place to her brother, her hands full of sword energy with the most murderous intent.
In fact, at that moment, she planned to kill Feng Fei first, and then kill herself. But when the sword energy fell, she turned around.
Yes, at that moment, Feng Fei felt that his eyes were covered by someone.
He heard the little girl who grew up with him call him "brother" whom he hadn't called for a long time, and said, "Thank you for accompanying me to watch the moon in Mengdu City for more than ten years."
"but… "
"You know, I can't tolerate half a grain of sand in my eyes."
She hates evil like a vengeful, and it doesn't matter if she doesn't want the century-old man who has been usurped.
***
Feng Fei heard the sound of the soul being hit hard by the sword energy. The shock was in sync with his heartbeat, and it hit him hard.
His mind went blank, and he trembled uncontrollably.
"Ayan..."
"Ayan?!"
He blurted out, but heard no answer.
When the veil was removed, Feng Fei even forgot that he was born in the immortal sect and knew the spells of the immortal family. Instead, he stretched out his hand desperately, trying to support the person in front of him.
But he only saw the girl who wanted to be strong closed her eyes and fell down colorlessly, like a whole withered flower on a branch. Unable to support himself, he staggered and collapsed together with her.
It is said that Feng's parents are elegant and decent, even if they are physically ill and often look sick, they have never lost their color in front of others. But now, he knelt down on the ground in embarrassment, showing no trace of elegance.
He frantically tried to scoop up the scattered souls, but in vain, only at the last moment could he vaguely hear Feng Juyan's last voice: "What about you?"
I hate evil like an enemy, I can't tolerate half a grain of sand in my eyes...
How about you
Feng Feishi's work froze instantly.
Me
I don't seem to be qualified to say "hate evil like hatred" for a long time.
From the day he took the soul of his own sister and forcibly occupied these two bodies, he was no longer qualified to say "envy evil like hatred".
Because he will always remember how the souls that should have survived in those two bodies howled on that day. Just like the nightmare Feng Juyan described, the two miserable little spirits tore, wept, and struggled.
But he was desperate to live then.
He wants to live, to grow up, to realize all the unrealized ambitions—what he and his sister used to say when he was young, to slay demons and demons, and clear the world.
He wanted to see his younger sister grow up, she had a rare talent and roots in the world, it was a pity to leave like that, she was the little girl who grew up with him, he couldn't bear it.
Because he was unwilling and unwilling to give up, he brought his younger sister to survive in this world with a fierce attitude that he had never seen before.
But those two unlucky spirits died because of him and disappeared completely.
He thought that as long as he survived, he would flex his muscles and do everything he wanted to do. He will be happy.
In fact, he was never really happy again.
The nightmares that Feng Juyan often had, Feng Fei himself was also having nightmares every day. Later, Feng Juyan no longer had dreams, nor was he troubled any more, but he remained the same.
What he said to Feng Juyan before was actually said to himself—
In the past hundred years, he has done many good deeds, and he has taken in countless ronin orphans. He didn't care about swordsmanship, he devoted all his attention to pills and spells. He often came and went with the doctor Wu of the Hua family, and made many pills to save people's lives.
For most of his time this year, he has been doing a similar thing - redemption.
But the longer he lived, the longer the crime would actually be, because he snatched his life alive. In the end, he couldn't tell whether he was good or evil.
He has been trapped in this problem for more than a hundred years, and he does not know how to get rid of it.
until this moment...
***
The demonic filth that Xiao Fuxuan and Wu Xingxue swept away for a while made a comeback at that moment.
Perhaps it was because of Feng Juyan's self-abandonment of the soul that half of the "bridge" was broken and crumbling. And the other half began to relax.
It's all crazy.
"Look over there—" someone screamed in surprise.
Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan turned their heads following the sound, and saw the soaring demon's breath sweeping towards the sky, like black clouds overwhelming the city. It was as if all the demons and ghosts gushing out from all the filthy places in the world gathered at this moment.
But they knew very well in their hearts that this was not really all.
There are so many towns and villages in the world, apart from Mengdu, there are hundreds of them, large and small. As Wu Xingxue said before, they killed this wave, and there will be another wave. If you can stop here, there are other places, you can keep the present and tomorrow.
When Xiao Fuxuan was approaching the black cloud quickly and was about to devour the sky and the earth, he drew his long sword and rushed to meet him fiercely. The sword energy drawn out is like a rainbow piercing the sky.
Under the collision of the hatchbacks, the entire Dream City and even the surrounding mountains, rivers and lakes were rippling.
The cold wind swirled around Wu Xingxue's fingers, and frost flew like stars.
Qi energy flowed out continuously for no reason, as if it was bottomless.
As soon as he was in shape, he instantly dissipated in place like a snow mist.
But he didn't go to block the demon with Xiao Fuxuan, but when Xiao Fuxuan didn't notice, he turned and went to the other side—
He used the most ferocious killing move, attached the most surging energy, wrapped in the coldest frost. Thin, pale fingers poked towards Feng Feishi's life gate.
This was the scene he had experienced thousands of times when he was the Spirit King—clearing the messy lines, watching the good or evil people die in his hands.
He had avoided it for a whole hundred years, but he could not escape today's encounter.
He wanted to kill, and he wanted to watch a living person die in his hands.
Feng Feishitian's physique is weak and his upper limit is limited. Wu Xingxue used the fastest and strongest move again, he was actually unstoppable.
But at the moment when he touched Feng Feishi's gate of life, Wu Xingxue froze for a moment.
He had a moment of regret and hesitation.
Feng Fei raised his head at that moment, but he didn't struggle or resist. Instead, I asked a question. That was the prison in which he was trapped for a hundred years.
He said: "You will hesitate, does it mean... I am one person?"
Wu Xingxue said: "In the eyes of those who have harmed you, you are an evil person, but in the eyes of those who have saved you, you are a good person."
"I'm the one who killed you. I'm neither. I have no right to judge. It's you... you hate me."
The sound fell, and the wind and snow were all silent.
He was no longer the Spirit King, and he didn't wear a silver mask, which couldn't hide the sorrow and joy on his face. His image will be reflected in the eyes of the man he killed, and he will watch the shadow slowly fade along with the vitality in the eyes.
He has experienced it countless times, and still thinks it is the loneliest moment in the world.
This time, at that instant, another shadow came in. Xiao Fuxuan's voice was low and deep following Xuemo.
He said: "Don't hate him.":,,.