The female channel who wears books, is killed by the heroine on her wedding day

boom!

In the bloody world, Ye Lingtian gathered energy and turned into a blade, constantly fighting fiercely with Feng Huojun.

The evil aura on Feng Huojun's body became more and more intense, and his eyes were bright red, which was extremely strange.

After a cup of tea.

Ye Lingtian took a few steps back, stared at Feng Huojun and said, "We can't continue like this, otherwise things will be in trouble when this woman is completely devoured by her inner demons."

If he were in Huan Mo Ridge, he would naturally wish for Feng Huojun to fend for himself, but it was different here. This was a city. Once this woman was devoured by the inner demon, countless people in the city would be massacred by her.

Thinking of this, the air blade in Ye Lingtian's hand dissipated.

"kill!"

Feng Huojun suddenly appeared in front of Ye Lingtian, and the Fengming Sword suddenly thrust out.

Stab it!

Ye Lingtian did not dodge, and allowed the sword to penetrate his body. Blood flowed out instantly, and a sharp pain hit him.

A faint light flashed in Ye Lingtian's eyes, a cold air filled the air, and the world was instantly frozen.

He quickly squeezed the magic formula, took the opportunity to point his finger at the center of Feng Huojun's eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "Relieve the mind and release the spirit, there is no soul, the spirit is pure and unified, the Tao and the Dharma are connected to the mysteries!"

boom!

A mysterious force instantly poured into Feng Huojun's soul.

Feng Huojun's body trembled, the blood in his eyes gradually dissipated, and his white hair quickly turned into black hair.

She closed her eyes and slowly fell to the ground.

Ye Lingtian waved his hand, and a force supported Feng Huojun's body.

Stab it!

Ye Lingtian pulled out the Fengming Sword, and blood spurted out, but his expression did not change at all.

The blood light between heaven and earth dissipated, and the ice passed away.

Ye Lingtian picked up Feng Huojun, put her on the bed in the bedroom, and murmured: "What exactly do I owe you? Two times in a row, the inner demon broke out, and you want to kill me so much? The destiny heroine and the villain, really Is there a destiny of immortality?"

After finishing speaking, Ye Lingtian glanced at the Fengming Sword in his hand, wanting this woman to feel the power of this sword.

"That's it! I saved your life this time, and the grudges against Magic Ridge have been wiped out. I won't owe you anything in the future."

Ye Lingtian placed the Fengming Sword on the bed and walked outside.

outside the attic.

Yan Xiaosheng and the piano master looked extremely pale.

Seeing Ye Lingtian coming out, the piano master hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with the Imperial Master?"

"Are you alright?"

Yan Xiaosheng stared at the sword wound on Ye Lingtian's chest with an extremely solemn expression. This was left by the Fengming Sword and would be difficult to heal.

Ye Lingtian smiled calmly and said, "I'm fine, and so is she."

After saying that, he clutched his chest and left.

The heavy rain was still pouring down on him, and blood dripped along the rainwater, staining the ground red. His back looked extremely lonely.

Yan Xiaosheng glanced at the piano master and immediately walked towards Ye Lingtian.

The violinist walked towards the attic.

on the bed.

Feng Huojun slowly opened his eyes, his expression still a little confused. How could he play Feng Ling Tianxia?

If he were that person, it would be impossible for him to play this piece of music.

Which link went wrong?

Did you admit the wrong person?

Even though she was already possessed by the demon when she was at the Magic Ridge, she was extremely familiar with the aura of the Emperor's Art of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it was impossible for her to recognize the wrong person and the right person.

Since the death of the late king of the Great Zhou Dynasty, that person has been the only one who knows the secrets of the Great Zhou Emperor...

"Master National Teacher."

The piano master hurriedly walked towards Feng Huojun, wanting to feel Feng Huojun's pulse.

Feng Huojun waved his hands numbly and asked, "Where is that person?"

"gone."

The violinist replied.

"Oh!"

There was no wave in Feng Huojun's eyes, they were extremely empty.

The piano master looked at the Fengming Sword aside, which was stained with blood. She hesitated and said, "He saved you, and the Fengming Sword penetrated his chest..."

Feng Huojun was startled slightly, and there was a hint of emotion in her empty eyes. She immediately stood up and rushed outside...

......

It was pouring rain.

Ye Lingtian walked on the street with a pale face, the rain had already wet his body, and with every step he took, there was a scarlet color under his feet.

His figure was extremely thin and weak, as if he would fall down if the wind blew. He looked extremely lonely.

"Perhaps I am the only one in this world who cares about my own life and death... I really don't want to be stabbed again by the Fengming Sword..."

Ye Lingtian laughed at himself. After finishing speaking, his brain felt a little heavy and his whole body instantly collapsed to the ground.

"Son!"

A familiar voice sounded, and Ye Lingtian opened his eyes with difficulty, only to see a woman in a crescent moon dress hurried over.

"Fuyao..."

Ye Lingtian smiled lightly and closed his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, young master, I will take you to see a doctor right away. You must hold on."

Yue Fuyao's expression changed drastically, and she quickly helped Ye Lingtian up and left quickly.

"..."

Not far away, Feng Huojun stared blankly at the backs of Yue Fuyao and Ye Lingtian, feeling a little uncomfortable for no reason.

"Master National Teacher."

Yan Xiaosheng bowed respectfully to Feng Huojun.

Feng Huojun said nothing and followed Yue Fuyao and Ye Lingtian silently.

......

In a medical clinic.

Ye Lingtian opened his eyes and happened to see Yue Fuyao walking over with a bowl of medicine.

"Fuyao."

Ye Lingtian smiled softly.

"Young Master's injury is extremely serious, please don't move around yet."

Yue Fuyao quickly put down the bowl and sat down beside the bed.

Ye Lingtian smiled and said: "It's just a small injury, it doesn't matter."

Yue Fuyao said seriously: "This is not a small injury. Just a hair's breadth will pierce your heart. Who did you provoke? They are so vicious."

Ye Lingtian laughed and said: "I went to drink flower wine today, and I fell in love with an oiran, so I fought with a group of guys. I didn't expect those people to cheat and stab me directly. However, my master's boldness in spending a lot of money this time was blinding. Got those people’s eyes open.”

"You! You're still not serious. If I'm not with you, you won't take good care of yourself."

Yue Fuyao said pretending to be angry.

Ye Lingtian murmured: "A person like me is just a dispensable passerby in this world. Even I hate myself. How can I let Fuyao take care of me?"

"Nonsense, if something happens to you, aren't you afraid that your relatives and friends will be worried?"

Yue Fuyao looked at Ye Lingtian angrily, but Ye Lingtian's look just now made her heart tremble and feel a little inexplicable.

For some reason, for a moment, she suddenly felt that Ye Lingtian was so lonely, like a poor homeless ghost.

"Friends and relatives... I'm afraid... none."

Ye Lingtian laughed at himself.

Him! Dirty, despicable, full of intrigues, full of bad intentions, and plotting against people when he sees them, what qualifications do he have to have friends and relatives?

Rebellion and separation may be the ultimate fate.

Yue Fuyao grabbed Ye Lingtian's hand and said softly: "Fuyao will always be by your side."

"Fuyao, can you give me a kiss? It will help you recover from your injury."

Ye Lingtian teased.

"I'll feed the young master some medicine."

Yue Fuyao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She picked up the bowl next to her, asked for some peony, blew on it gently, and then handed it to Ye Lingtian's mouth...