I send courier to the Three Realms

"Is it related to me?"

"Master, you lied to me when you said I could live a hundred years, right?"

"Are you stealing the dragon's horn to save my life?" Chu Shiyi gradually lost control of his emotions, and shouted at the last sentence.

The questioning one after another forced Chu Daxiong to nowhere. He tried to explain, but he couldn't come up with a word.Now all language is pale sophistry.

Yun Yao held Chu Shishi's wrist and said in a low voice, "Eleven, it has nothing to do with you."

Chu Shishi raised his finger and pointed at the tens of thousands of talisman papers: "Each one represents a life and a family. They died because of me, so how could it have nothing to do with me."

Tens of thousands of lives are so heavy on a young man, no one can bear it.Chu Shishi looked up at those names that were as red as blood, and heard the condemnation and abuse from mountains and tsunami.

"You give back my son's life."

"Pay for your life! Pay for your life! You have to pay for your life!"

"You will never be reborn!"

"I wish you a lifetime of suffering, not as good as pigs and dogs."

"Ah - you must die!"

Countless cursing voices were entangled and sharp, beating Chu Shiyi's brain nerves over and over again, and his mental defenses collapsed.

So be it!

It's worth taking his life, isn't it?

The world suddenly fell into darkness, Chu Shiyi was unable to close his eyes, and vaguely saw Yun Yao's face.

Yun Yao silently caught the fainted Chu Shishi, hugged him firmly, and disappeared on the top of the snow-capped Kunlun Mountains without saying a word.

The Phoenix used to be a beautiful and noble Phoenix, not a little bald chicken who failed in Nirvana.In the past, Niu Er and Feng Feng had never come to Liuman Lane, but they were only immortal officials who stayed in the Xingyao Temple all the year round.The god of Xingyao used to have a weird and unpredictable temper, not as human as he is now.

This night, Fenghuang, Niu Da and Niu Er are on duty.

Niu Da and Niu Er are in charge of guarding the gate, while Feng Feng is in charge of patrolling.The so-called on-duty is nothing more than showing off, whoever dares to act wildly in the territory of the former God of War Yun Yao, is afraid that his life will be too long.

As a matter of course, Fenghuang came to chat with the two door gods with a bag full of melon seeds.

The melon seed shells were piled up into a hill, and Fenghuang finally said coyly: "Do you feel that the master is gloomy and scary again recently?"

Niu Er is more outgoing than Niu Da, he accepted Fenghuang's words: "Yeah."

"The editorial department of Tianjie Entertainment commented that our master is the largest iceberg in the sky and underground. Under the ice layer is hot magma, which is mixed with poisonous gas. It is useless except for its beautiful skin."

"Ah."

The little phoenix was furious, and the flame-blessed wings fluttered in anger: "What are you always doing, think of a way! The boss is like this, and the employees under him are in dire straits, and their lives are like death. Niu Da, what do you do? Master's first batch of subordinates, you have a trick."

Employee Niu Da finally spoke.

He spoke, he spoke, he spoke with an idea.

"In the past, the Three Realms were undecided, and the world was in chaos. An, the lord of chaos, took the opportunity to create chaos. The master carried Hongjun to fight everywhere, and was newly infected by chaos in the last battle."

Doesn't seem to have any idea,

Niu Er and Feng Feng said: "We all know this."

"Shut up." Niu Da stared, like a copper bell.

Niu Er and Feng Feng are as quiet as quails, not daring to speak anymore

"From then on, the master started to practice the method of ruthless, desireless, and love. He led all the energy of chaos to the heart."

Fenghuang and Niu Er ate melon seeds with a "click click", the two guys listened with gusto, these were the past that they didn't know.Ruthless and desireless, these two words perfectly fit Yun Yao's temperament.

Unexpectedly, Niu Da shut up after finishing speaking, and guarded the gate of Xingyao Temple conscientiously.

"Brother, why don't you say anything?"

Niu Da looked back at the main hall of the temple, and said in a low voice, "Master hasn't chosen what to do yet."

The main hall of the Xingyao Temple.

Yun Yao pressed his five fingers together on his right chest, and looked directly at Hongjun who was hanging in the air.The ancient sword has a sharp edge and clanks.Under his palm is a heart corroded by the energy of chaos, which is extremely useless.

For tens of thousands of years, I have struggled with this chaotic thing, and it seems that I can uproot it. I don't know why, but I have never been able to hold the Hongjun.

Every time he touches the hilt of the sword, his heart suddenly pricks, like ten thousand silver needles passing through.The uncontrollable pain made Yun Yao's face pale as jade.

Yun Yao sat down, gently closed her eyes, and the candlelight cast light eyelashes.

The stars dim, and the sun and the moon alternate.Yun Yao opened her eyes, the emotions in her eyes were dull, and there seemed to be some kind of determination implied in the ruthlessness.

He stretched out his hand and rested it quietly on his left chest for five seconds.Then, the five fingers became claws, inch by inch, and did not go to the chest, looking for the freshness that was beating rapidly.

Beads of sweat fell from the corner of Yun Yao's forehead and sank into the carpet without a sound.Only the mottled water stains witnessed a supreme god, infinitely amplifying his pain sensation like masochism.

If there is enough pain elsewhere, will the pain in the heart be ignored?

But... there is still a place in the chest that still hurts.

The heart has been taken out, why does it still hurt?

Yun Yao held a small, beating, fresh heart in his hand, and every beat was vigorous and powerful.The only thing special is its color, the background color is red and bright, but there are strands of black mist entwined in the bright red.

Gu Jianhongjun felt the evil energy of chaos, and the buzzing sound was endless.Yun Yao held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, trying his best to suppress Hongjun's restlessness.

And the small heart in his right hand, feeling the potential damage, was struggling to get out of Yun Yao's palm.

Yun Yao, who has experienced hellish pain, is too weak, and his comfort is just a drop in the bucket for the manic Hongjun.

Instinct trumps all.Hongjun complied with his own instinct, swung his sword to pierce the black mist, and at the same time pierced... the little heart.

Blood gurgled out, as if it was his own injury and the blood from Yun Yao's heart flowing out together.

Feeling that he had defeated Chaos, Hongjun happily circled around Yun Yao to seek praise from his master.But this time Yun Yao didn't pat the hilt of his sword as a gesture like before.

He just stared motionless at the small, soundless thing in his right hand.The little thing lay quietly on the palm of his hand, as if he would never beat again, never hurt again, and never fight with him again.

He just wanted to take it out, and he had to be cautious about how to deal with it in the future, and he definitely didn't want to end it so hastily.

Maybe the word "end" is too scary, Yun Yao's face is pale.

It couldn't just end like this, he wouldn't allow it.

Yun Yao continuously draws out the thick and abundant spiritual power in the body, and feeds it to the heart.But being created by the ancient divine sword Hongjun, it is not easy to recover.

The sun and the moon alternate, and the stars move.

There was only a shallow gash left in the wound of the little heart, which could not be noticed at first glance.And Yun Yao's spiritual power was almost exhausted, and he leaned weakly on the bed.

Every beat of the little heart made Yun Yao smile.He reached out, wanting to touch it.A little heart jumped up from the bed and hit Yun Yao's forehead fiercely.

The white and shiny forehead was immediately stained with blood.

After revenge, the little heart jumped out of the window lattice.The revenge was fast and accurate, and he ran away from home without delay.

Yun Yao felt the little heart's lack of nostalgia, wanted to call him to stay, but didn't even have the slightest strength to speak.

The Xingyao Temple suddenly became cold and quiet, and the cold wind blew through the hall.

The same Xingyao Temple is not Little Heart and Xingyao God, but Chu Shiyi and Yunyao.

Chu Shiyi was lying quietly on the couch, with a peaceful face and an unbelievable quietness, which made Yun Yao unable to help but think of his little heart that was on the verge of death.

Yun Yao stretched out his hand, gripped Chu Shishi's wrist with slightly trembling fingertips, and continuously sent spiritual power along the wrist.

Familiar feeling, familiar taste.

A tear slid down the corner of Chu Shiyi's eye, silently.

Yun Yao lowered her eyes, curled up her index finger, and gently wiped away his tears.Then, her lips carefully touched the ends of Chu Shishi's eyes.

"Yun Yao, you didn't want me back then."

"You hurt me with Hongjun."

"It hurts a lot."

"It hurts so much, I just want to forget you."

Yun Yao closed her eyes, she couldn't tell who was crying.

"Do you think the air of chaos is my original sin? Even if I turn into a human, I have to bear the guilt."

"It would have been nice if you destroyed it with a sword. Then I wouldn't run away, and I wouldn't turn into a baby and be picked up by Chu Daxiong. He wouldn't count my time as short, and I wouldn't steal the dragon's horn !” Another tear fell.

Yun Yao held the crystal clear teardrops in her mouth.

"it's all my fault."

It's all my fault, I shouldn't have tried to destroy you against my will.It was Hongjun's injury that moved you at all.It is because the spiritual power I gave you is not enough, so you can only live to be 28 years old after turning into a human.It's because I didn't find you in time, and I didn't stay with you all the time.

It's all my fault for what's happening now.

"Little Eleven, everything is my fault."

"All karma will be upon me."

"I will atone."