sun and moon return

Chapter 85

The man who cut off the giant arm landed, and kicked away the small stone that was crawling beside Zheli, letting go of his nature and biting human flesh.

The man was dressed in a golden brocade suit, the fan in his hand lifted Xiaoshi's chin lightly, and sighed "Oh, what a pity" from under the faceless mask.

Then there was another flash of golden light, and Xiaoshi's head rolled down in front of Zheli.He lowered his head and looked into those empty eyes, so tired that he couldn't even express his anger, he felt his eyes darken and passed out.

"Well, it came just in time."

The man picked up the phoenix flute from Zheli's side, and played with it in his hand.

As the birds flew by in the forest, the flute touched his lips, and the music resounded through the forest.

When Feidao woke up, Zheli was covered in blood under his body. He tried to feel Zheli's pulse before he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, although he was weak, his life was not in danger.

He fished Zheli out of the pool of blood.

Leaning on Feishuang to get up, there is a sea of ​​corpses, dripping with blood, and the headless body of a child. The tragic picture hits the memory of injustice, and the similar sea of ​​blood in the past is like this, which is disgusting.

The man stepped on a branch and came to Feidao with blood. Under the blank mask, he must have the look of watching a show.

"Wake up." A familiar voice came.

Feidao staggered to the side of the huge corpse: "What did you find?"

A low laugh came: "Yes, you cut it 240 six times in total, and the cause of death was excessive blood loss."

He was not in the mood to tease him, and looked at the dark place silently, the figure, as if still there, taunted him sarcastically.

"It's him."

Yuanyou was a little surprised, Feidao rarely gnashes his teeth like this.

"Who?" He followed the non-dao gaze and asked in doubt.

Feidao turned his head, he had only seen such a reconciled expression, such a strong hatred once.In the Valley of No Days, when he was chained and imprisoned in Purgatory, he looked at himself that way.

The vegetation in the forest was swaying, and the flying frost was trembling. He was like the center of a vortex, unabashedly releasing the hatred and anger that would never subside in his heart.

"Impossible way!" With the low voice of calling, a hand was placed on his shoulder, and he raised his eyes. At that moment, he seemed to have returned to the purgatory of Wutian Valley.

In the endless darkness, there was the sound of cold iron chains crashing, and bloodthirsty butterflies surrounded their master, the devil who created hell with his own hands.

The cold hands reminded Yuanyou again that Feidao was out of control, no matter how he called, he didn't realize it, he just wanted to destroy everything before his eyes.

In desperation, Yuanyou saw Zheli.

He stretched out his other hand and grabbed the kid in his hand: "Fei Dao, calm down, this kid is still here!"

The person who was brewing the storm lost his mind for a moment, and Yuan You simply threw Zheli into Feidao's arms: "You can't ignore his life or death."

After a while, the ice in his hands stopped growing, and he broke through the ice in an instant, retreated a long way, and carefully watched Feidao's state.

After a while, the surroundings gradually calmed down, and Yuanyou could feel the violent aura around Feidao returning to calm.

He half hugged Zheli, looked up at himself, and simply supported Feishuang to half sit on the ground, and said to Yuanyou, "Xiao."

Yuanyou threw the flute over, Feidao took it, and pinned it carefully around Zheli's waist, only then did Yuanyou heave a sigh of relief.Fortunately, it was under control, otherwise he would not be able to bear it.

Feidao hugged Zheli with all his strength, leaned against the tree, closed his eyes, and explained his guess in a weary voice: "I suspect that the real culprit of what happened back then was not Xuanlin, but Ge Lao."

The movement of playing with the folding fan in his hand froze for a moment, Yuanyou held the folding fan in his hand, and the tassel beside the mask dangled hollowly, as if telling the master's absent-mindedness.

The man casually leaned against the tree trunk, his hollow mask concealed his annoyance, but there was some hesitation in his words: "Ge Lao saved my life... I will investigate this matter before I talk about it." .”

Feidao knows that from the standpoint of Yuanyou, it is difficult to doubt the savior, and even, he has survived to the present, and he has more or less inherited the kindness of the old man.

But Xuanlin is dead, who in the devil world can use that formation?Aoba?

After a moment of silence, Yuanyou looked at the burly troll: "This thing should be raised with a human body and magic grass. But I'm just guessing roughly, what kind of magic grass it is, I have to check it out to find out." .”

"Didn't you see patches of orchids in the northwest when you came?" Feidao raised his eyes.

Yuanyou spread his hands helplessly: "When I came, there was only a sea of ​​fire left over there, not to mention orchids, there was not even a single grass left."

Feidao was a little stunned, he turned his head to look northwest, and saw that the curling green smoke was waving, only a thin layer was left at this time, his eyes were slightly stern: "It was me who suddenly appeared, that person deliberately showed up to pester you, presumably Just to destroy traces."

"Did you find anything when you fought that man?"

"That magic circle." Feidao's eyes were deep, "It's almost the same as the magic circle that captured me in the battle to kill demons." Naturally, there was a lot of doubt in the whisper, but more of it was worry.

As soon as this remark came out, Yuan You was also shocked.No wonder Feidao bluntly doubted Elder Ge, since Xuanlin died, the magic circle still survived, presumably there are still people in the demon world who want to make a fuss about it.

"It seems that this matter is not simple, give me some time." Yuan You replied in a deep voice.He naturally has to be careful about things that may threaten the injustice again.

After checking, they found nothing, so the two planned to leave with a discount.

Feidao looked at the small stones separated from the corpse in the coagulated blood, the sharp ears growing from the ears, and the moss-like scales gradually covering the neck.

"When I came here, I saw that this thing had already started to change. If it ate the troll's corpse, we would have to deal with one more." Yuan You held up a bow.

"Borrow a fire."

Yuanyou was muttering about Zheli, which was quite heavy, when he suddenly heard this sentence, he thought he was hallucinating: "What?"

Feidao stretched out his hand and built an ice wall around the corpses of the troll and Xiaoshi: "Burn them all."

After Feidao finished speaking, he left in the air.

Yuanyou sighed, dragged Zheli to chase him into the air, a flame landed on the ground, and the faint blue flame spread, instantly drowning everything inside the barrier.

On the way back to Qingwu, Feidao was not in good condition, Yuanyou sighed and couldn't help but pull him, and dragged him to his side: "When I came here, I heard Duanmai Yuanqu, that song is very important to you. I know how much it hurts, so you don't have to hold on."

Feidao let go of his arm wearily, but did not answer.

"It's still so strong..." A faint sigh came from his ear.

Yuanyou turned his head to see that his shoulder was still dizzy, which seemed to be a harmless gift for humans and animals, and then glanced at Feidao, half sighing: "Qingsheng really... chose a good master for him."

Feidao rarely raised his eyelids and took a look at Zheli.

"Duanmai Centrifugal Song, it can't be used easily, did you tell him?" Yuan You asked.

How important are the flute and the song, it involves Feidao's life, how can they be handed over to others casually?

"I made him play it."

"Such an important thing, should you just give it to him?" Yuan You asked disapprovingly.

Feidao raised his head, the firmness in his eyes was unshakable: "Isn't the purpose of creating these two pieces of music and transforming this Feng Xiao to give it to him someday?"

Yuanyou looked at him in disbelief, and raised his voice a little: "Isn't this song created to suppress the Gu in your body?"

Feidao looked at him sideways.

Even through the mask, he can see Yuanyou's escape.Maybe he already has the answer to this question.

Yuanyou withdrew his mind from the neither sad nor happy eyes, and his heart was heavy again.He couldn't help but tilt his head again, looking at Zheli. Now that things happened, he had to re-examine Zheli's position in Feidao's heart.

Is it just for atonement?

He doesn't understand.

After a long silence, Yuanyou asked again: "Are you afraid that he will know the truth?"

He looked up and thought, are you afraid?Scared.

I'm afraid he will be disappointed.

Afraid of his hatred.

I am also afraid that the sword in his hand is not sharp enough, and the revenge is not enough.

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was too heavy, and even Yuan You, who was always unscrupulous, rarely fell into a myth. After a long time, he suddenly asked, "Does this kid have a higher status in your heart than me?"

This question was obviously too abrupt, and Feidao looked back with rare sympathy: "You misunderstood, you have no place in my heart."

?

It's really a sharp mouth. Traveling far away is boring.

However, he still has the energy to reply to himself, which shows that the situation is not bad.

The blood-stained Feishuang stabbed at him, Zheli fell and sat in front of Feidao, no, that person was not Feidao, his eyes were as cold as if he didn't know Zheli, he just wanted to kill himself.

"Master!" Zheli stepped back and took out the jade flute, "Master, wake up, master, you can't be controlled by demons! Master, I am Zheli, master!"

His shout echoed in the forest, but he couldn't enter the heart of that person, the cold sword tip was aimed at the fragile skin of his neck...

The sword light flashed, but he saw a solitary human head rolling to the ground, staring at him with empty eyes.

"Xiaoshi..."

"Ah!" Zheli, who was sweating profusely, sat up from the bed. In front of him was a familiar residence. The sunlight outside the window was cast on his face. It was only dazzling before, but now he felt extraordinarily warm. It turned out to be a dream.

No, not a dream...

The moment he fainted, that faceless mask, that hot and bloodthirsty folding fan, and the human head rolling down from the pebbles were all clearly reflected in his eyes...

What happened to the master?Who is that man wearing a faceless mask?

Zheli stretched out his hand to cover his face, and after a long time, the cold palm gradually warmed up.He sighed for a long time, thinking that since he has returned to Qingwu, probably the master is safe and maybe he is meditating in Xieyun Pavilion now.

Perhaps, that person is also there.

Before Zheli could think too much, the door was pushed open with a "squeak".

The man was against the light, and Zheli could recognize right and wrong from the outline at a glance. He calmed down, sat on the bed and raised his head to meet the wrong way.