Under the gaze of that emotionless gaze, Fan Wuxi felt ashamed, he took a breath, and the Demon Lord, who already possessed the ability to destroy heaven and earth, whispered guiltyly: "They... they should be killed. "
"If you dare to do it, why are you afraid of people knowing?" The extreme humiliation tore his shame. At this moment, facing those needle-like gazes, he felt like a walking dead, and he couldn't even feel it. When it hurts, he doesn't care whether he wants to gouge out his heart or his pill.
Fan Wuxi opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.
With every resonance from the throat to the chest cavity, Jie Bian felt the pain from the severely wounded spiritual vein, so he also returned to silence, the pain in the positive chest was severe, the pain made him dizzy, he followed The trunk slowly sat down again.
Fan Wuxi walked over in a few steps.
Xie Bian raised his hand, palm out, and refused bluntly.
That sickly pale face made Fan Wushi very worried, he said in a deep voice: "Brother, your spiritual veins are damaged, but..."
"Don't call me big brother." Xie Bian's tone finally had a slight ups and downs, "Don't ever call me that again."
"...you are my big brother." Fan Wuxi said firmly.
Just when everyone was shocked by this series of upheavals, without noticing for a while, Xu Zhinan had completely melted the ice coffin, and Cheng Yanzhi's young and fresh body was exposed to the air, surrounded by the faint flames of the Seven Star Lantern, but despite the gusts of evil wind Not easy to extinguish.
"Xu Zhinan, don't even think about it!" Hua Xiangrong stretched his bow, but couldn't get over Snowy Owl's huge body for a while.
"The Big Dipper lives forever, and the seven stars wait for the moon to cross the river." Xu Zhinan muttered, "The seven stars obey orders! Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng..." He picked up Cheng Yanzhi while reading , jumped onto the snowy owl's back.
Every time Xu Zhinan recited a star, the seven-star lamps blazed brightly one by one, and finally the seven long candles all ignited raging flames, covering Cheng Yanzhi's texture with a soft orange, and his pale skin was visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, the snowy owl spread its wings and took off into the sky.
Fan Wuzhen got up and chased after him, but he was already in a state of confusion. After a moment of distraction, the ancient beast had already fluttered its huge wings and flew for several miles. Nothing in this world could catch up to it, but Fan Wuxi had no time to care about him at this moment, so he just let Xu Zhinan run away.
Hua Xiangrong chased after him unwillingly.
The remnants of the Cangyu Sect who were left behind in Fengdu, as well as the cultivators who had defected to the Cangyu Sect, looked at each other in blank dismay, at a loss. Li Buyu is dead, and the Xianmeng is almost dead in name only. In fact, as early as after the first battle in Chidi City, the Xianmeng was doomed to decline. The people who originally thought they could rely on the Cangyumen, even more absurd things happened, and they couldn't protect themselves from top to bottom. That night, Fengdu's enchantment was broken, and a large number of vicious ghosts and evil spirits were released. As cultivators, even if they were seriously injured, they still had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of taking off and landing demons and eliminating demons. Knowing what kind of disaster it was going to bring to the world, for a while, the world of cultivating immortals didn't know what to do.
The sky opened, and the first ray of light from the sunrise shone into the earth. This seemed to be an endless night. It turned out that there was a time to see the sky again, but the darkness was not dispelled, and it stayed in the world.
The Ghost Festival is over and the barrier is closed, but the mess left in Fengdu, the subverted underworld, and the vicious ghosts and evil spirits wandering around may turn Ghost Festival into a normal state in the world. Bathed in the rising sun, people still feel the bone-chilling chill.
The sound of footsteps approached, and Xie Bian saw the black hem and shoes appear in sight.
Fan Wuzhen returned to Xie Bian's side again, and reached out to inject spiritual power into Xie Bian to heal his injuries.
Jie Bian opened his hand without hesitation.
"Your injury is critical." Fan Wuxi said.
Xie Bian leaned against the tree trunk, staring blankly at the front, the calmness and emptiness at this moment, how much like the moment when he greeted death in his previous life. Although, he knew that Fan Wuxi would not let him die.
"Brother." Fan Wuxi called again almost stubbornly. Trying to use this title to awaken some ancient memories, they are still naive and ignorant, brothers and friends are respectful, and everything has not yet moved in the ugliest direction. At that time, "Big Brother" was only filled with trust and friendship.
The sound of "big brother" has already changed, from the moment he repaid this person's deep affection with hatred.
He really doesn't deserve to be called "Big Brother", but what to do, this may be the only connection left between them, and he must emphasize it over and over again.
Xie Bian didn't refute any more, his consciousness was gradually blurring, and Fan Wuxi's face was also becoming blurred. I don't know if it was difficult for him to see clearly, or he didn't want to see clearly at all.
It has been a hundred years, and he has spent countless nights of pain and despair, hoping that the person who tormented him would know the truth of the matter, and also hoped that someone would find out that he was forced to bear the responsibility for crimes that did not belong to him, and then pay him back. . One tattoo after another was branded on his soul, some of which he explained, and some he couldn't explain, but facing this person, he said over and over again to the only person he cared about but who hated him deeply—"I didn't hurt you."
But this person doesn't believe it.
So he gave up. As early as a hundred years ago, he no longer explained, and he didn't care whether there will be a day when the truth will be revealed. This truth, which is a hundred years late, is not a relief to him, it is not comfort, it is not rectification, and it is nothing. .
Meaningless and nothing.
Jie Bian's ashen and empty eyes made Fan Wuzhen feel unspeakable fear, and he solemnly said like an oath: "Li Buyu is dead, I will also crush Xu Zhinan to ashes. All, all those who have hurt you People, I won't let go of any of them."
Hearing this, Xie Bian's eyes shifted and finally fell on Fan Wuxi, just looking at him quietly like that.
In an instant, Fan Wuxi understood what the expressionless eyes were telling, his heart ached so badly, he said awkwardly, "I will also explain to you, but now, let me give you Heal."
Xie Bian closed his eyes, his heart was as dead ashes, and he couldn't even stir up a little dust. He is so tired, he has struggled for too long, he wants to rest.
A warm current poured into his body, and the pain to the viscera, which was throbbing with spasms, was quickly soothed. The trembling of his body slowly subsided, and he fell into the darkness like that unconsciously.
Before he passed out, he seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear, "I'm sorry."
The final chapter of this volume, it seems that there is no more content to write
It's time to start a new volume of Xiao Hei's journey of chasing his wife+
Volume VII Black and White Impermanence