Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

A hand stuck to Fang Zhiyuan's cheek, and stroked it carefully.

Lin Lingqing's eyes were red, knowing it was futile, but still vainly embraced this phantom in his arms.

Fang Zhiyuan leaned against the tree trunk and fell asleep tiredly, unaware of the comfort from another world of mortals.

The Demon Lord only felt a bitterness pouring down from his throat, filling his limbs and bones.The faint moonlight seemed to freeze his bones and blood, and he was numb from the cold.

Three years, but only a moment in the illusion.

He watched Fang Zhiyuan and his master beg for the Fate-bearing Soul Formation, he watched Yu Hongtang cry out, he watched Su Zhou move away from the devastated Xuyun Sifeng...

He watched him turn into an ugly monster that he didn't know, and watched Fang Zhiyuan lead him to travel all over the world.

Lin Lingqing's eyes cast a sad shadow under the moonlight, he leaned his head on Fang Zhiyuan's shoulder, and murmured in a dazed way: "Little misfortune..."

Whenever he wanted to hug Fang Zhiyuan, who was scarred and scarred back then, he stretched out his hand, but what he touched was only the phantom of the years.

In the illusion, the enchanted Lin Lingqing was still tearing Fang Zhiyuan's wrist with his teeth, and that wrist soon became fleshy and bloody, it was horrible.

The Demon Lord couldn't help but think with cold malice: Why does such a dirty and bloody thing still live in the world.

Mingsi was right.If he knew that he had become like this, he would rather die early.

But Fang Zhiyuan, who was sleeping, still hugged him, his hands subconsciously in a protective posture.

"...what are you doing?"

Lin Lingqing spoke softly, tears fell silently.

Why don't you let go, silly star.

In the first year, Fang Zhiyuan's reaction to Lin Lingqing biting him was still very violent.

He couldn't accept that his innocent little brother in white clothes had turned into a demented monster that hurt people and ate flesh. He couldn't believe that Lin Lingqing, who had always cared and loved him in every possible way, would hurt him like this.

So Fang Zhiyuan beat him.

This person was originally a man with a strong temper who was easy to get on top of, and he was tempered by the world with a ruthless personality since he was a child. Only the young and innocent Yu Hongtang could get some pity from him.

Others, even if they were younger brothers and younger sisters, even if they were masters and senior brothers, he would dare to make a move when he was in Xuyun.

The same is true for Lin Lingqing now.Fang Zhiyuan has punched, kicked, scabbard, and soul lock.

The Fate Soul Formation only accepts damage that is really dangerous to the master, as long as he doesn't use aura, the formation will not occur.

Lin Lingqing had no power to fight back, he was just in pain, curled up on the ground whimpering and trembling, mournfully like a ball of snow-white newborn cubs.

A few days later, it still broke out fiercely, attacking and biting people.

In the second year, Fang Zhiyuan seldom did anything to him.

The originally taciturn person, the loneliness and gloom around him became more severe, his eyes were dark and without light, and he seemed to be swaying on the verge of collapse.

Sometimes the demon king would suspect that Fang Zhiyuan was a living dead when he saw Fang Zhiyuan leading him in the deep mountains and old forests indifferently.

But in the third year, this man seemed to have sparked again from the ashes.

Fang Zhiyuan began to speak to Lin Lingqing.

He took him to climb the cliff to see the scenery, and asked him with a smile if it was good; Xianlian is quiet and quiet; he often recalls some old things of Xuyun, and said melancholy that Xiaohongtang probably hated himself to death, and when the senior brother wakes up, he has to protect him...

He began to indulge Lin Chengqing to bite him, and watched his senior brother bite his wrist terribly with helpless and tolerant eyes.

He began to like hugging him, hugging him, rubbing his cheeks, and talking softly.

Even after a fierce battle with the monks, Fang Zhiyuan lost a lot of blood and developed a high fever. When he was so weak that he became unconscious, he actually held Lin Chengqing in his arms and kissed his little senior brother on the forehead indiscriminately.

In the illusion, the Demon Lord stared at Fang Zhiyuan's side face obsessively, and unknowingly drooped his eyes and burst into tears.

He suddenly remembered... It seemed that Fang Zhiyuan no longer attacked him for no reason after he became sober after becoming possessed.

For Lin Lingqing, even if he still has a breath to get up, he is reluctant to let Fang Zhiyuan get hurt for him, even if he still has a trace of self, he is reluctant to see Fang Zhiyuan feel sorry for him.

However, these are all things that happened a hundred years ago.

……

In the deep winter of the third year, there was a lot of wind and snow.

The blood-stained calamity tooth stuck into the snow, and blood beads flowed down the blade.

On the sparsely populated white wilderness, Fang Zhiyuan leaned on a knife and panted heavily, behind him were several corpses of monks scattered in disorder.

A flying arrow pierced deeply into his lower abdomen from behind.Cold arrowheads buried in flesh and blood.

Fang Zhiyuan didn't dare to pull it out, his spiritual energy was almost exhausted.In such a freezing field, excessive blood loss can be fatal.

He took the Prisoner Soul Lock and said hoarsely: "Brother, let's go."

Lin Lingqing originally sat peacefully in the distance, but now he had to stand up reluctantly.He stared at the blood all over Fang Zhiyuan's body, and swallowed delicately at his Adam's apple.

"Cough..." Fang Zhiyuan took two or three unsteady steps, his legs and feet went limp, and he lost his strength and knelt down in the snow, breathing hard.

Lin Lingqing stepped forward, took the opportunity to bend down, and opened his mouth to bite his neck.

"Senior Brother." Fang Zhiyuan was so tired that his eyes turned black, he pulled down the chain in his hand, panting, "Now...you can't do it. If you bite me again...you will bite me to death."

Lin Lingqing groaned in pain, lost his balance and plopped down on the ground, staring at Fang Zhiyuan fiercely.

The latter laughed weakly, and said in a low voice, "Let me rest before I go... I will bite you after finding a place to spend the night, ah."

Suddenly, the sky turned dark, and the black air flow quickly gathered in midair, whistling sharply.

The weather, which was originally snowy and cold, became even more gloomy and bitter in a blink of an eye.Lin Lingqing felt uneasy instinctively, but couldn't stand up when she wanted to stand up, and anxiously gnawed on the chains that bound her.

Fang Zhiyuan's expression changed, he raised his head, and saw scarlet eyes opened in the black chaotic clouds.The murderous intent was so heavy that it felt tight in his chest.

Since breaking the Nascent Soul, his control over the spiritual flow has been extremely strong, and the occasions when he loses control and invites Yin Yao are less and less.It's just that this time, I'm afraid it's because the fight was too brutal just now...

Bad luck, but there is no way.

He didn't want to die, so he could only get up and continue fighting.

Fang Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and braced himself up. Despite the exhaustion and the pain of the wound, he just grabbed the calamity tooth in his hand and stood up straight.

He first folded half of the arrow shaft that was in the way on his back, and then removed the ring that was connected to the prisoner lock in his hand.With a hard throw, the lock ring flew into the distant stone.

Fortunately, there is a life-bearing soul formation, so there is no need to be afraid that Lin Lingqing will be affected, which is the only remaining sliver of comfort.

The snow is getting tighter.

Fang Zhiyuan glanced sideways at the sky, and met the Yin Yao with his sword.

In the rampage of Yin Yao, he is like a pitch-black sharp knife, and the aura around him is raging with wind.From time to time, the silver-white light of the Destiny Soul Formation flashed, and snowflakes flew across the vast and uninhabited plain.

It's just that no matter how strong the will is, it's still a body of flesh and blood, how could it be possible to endure such consumption...

The yin qi was wrapped in bloody qi, and was blown into the sky by the wind.

The sky is vast, but the snow keeps falling.

By the time it was time to kill the Yin Yao, it was already too late.

With a clang, the calamity tooth fell to the ground.

Fang Zhiyuan could no longer hold his knife.Panting with a pale face, he groped with his trembling hands and slowly climbed onto his arms.

"..."

He hugged himself, closed his eyes and gasped for breath, his teeth chattering constantly.

Fang Zhiyuan felt cold.

After bleeding so much, it was difficult to keep out the cold due to the excessive consumption of spiritual energy.Even a Nascent Soul cultivator, if he is forced to such a situation, is completely likely to be frozen to death by the wind and snow.

He didn't hear the slight footsteps behind him.

A few tens of steps away, Fang Zhiyuan's bracelet was still embedded in that stone, but the black chain extending from it was broken, lying quietly on the snow.

The soul lock is broken.

It was like what happened to the young Fang Zhiyuan back then.

When the yin demon rushed towards him, the life-bearing soul array blocked the damage for the enchanted Lin Lingqing, but the spiritual flow of the formation locked by the prisoner soul lock was destroyed.

Yin Qi overflowed from Lin Lingqing's body, so the chain was broken.

The eyes of the released white-clothed monster rolled, he raised his legs, and walked towards Fang Zhiyuan's back step by step.

Twenty steps, ten steps, five steps...

A sharp sense of crisis, piercing the chaotic consciousness like a cold needle.

Fang Zhiyuan turned his head suddenly, as if struck by lightning, he blurted out in horror: "Brother!?"

In the blink of an eye, the snow was stirred up and flew up.

A white shadow flashed in front of Fang Zhiyuan's eyes.The next moment, he was knocked backward by Lin Lingqing, who slammed his back hard into the snow!

The arrow that pierced into his lower abdomen, the broken arrow shaft was hit by this huge momentum, the cold iron head pierced through the flesh, and it pierced brightly with blood——

"Ugh...!!!"

Suddenly, Fang Zhiyuan's pupils shrank a little, and he screamed uncontrollably!

His whole body was tense and arched like a bouncing shrimp, and his eyes turned white from the pain.Convulsive fingers dug into the snow, scratching out five deep marks.

hurts, hurts...

Fang Zhiyuan's whole body twitched violently, and the blood spread under his body.It was in this situation that ordinary people would faint from the pain long ago, he tried his best to have a faint sense of clarity, gritted his teeth and slashed at Lin Lingqing's neck, trying to restrain him.

But at the next moment, Lin Lingqing roughly pulled out the arrow that pierced it, Fang Zhiyuan screamed, almost fainted, his raised arm suddenly lost his strength and fell to the ground!

The blood flowed from his lower abdomen into a bunch, and splashed on half of Lin Ling's Qingqingjun's snow-white face, dyeing the eyebrows and eyes beautiful and permeating, like a demon.

— Chi! !

The arrow in Lin Lingqing's hand fell, and the iron arrowhead pierced Fang Zhiyuan's forearm, nailing the right arm he was about to touch on the snow; then his left hand melted into a claw, and Yin Qi condensed into a sharp blade on the white finger, and instantly pierced through Fang Zhiyuan's left shoulder...

This time, Fang Zhiyuan could no longer make a sound.His pupils dilated and contracted rapidly, and his pale thin lips trembled in pain, but he could only exhale clouds of pale white mist from his mouth.

He wanted to bend his knees to push him up, but Lin Lingqing cracked his knee bones on both sides first, and stepped on him; Negative blue stun...

In a blink of an eye, Fang Zhiyuan's limbs were all crippled, and he was completely suppressed on the snow by Lin Lingqing, who was full of yin and turmoil.

"Lin... negative green..."

Fang Zhiyuan's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He opened his eyes and saw the snow falling from the high dark clouds, blowing the world into whiteness.

He saw Lin Lingqing raised his head and opened his mouth——

Human teeth are not as sharp as some beasts, but Yin Qi can be sharper than the claws of the most ferocious beasts.

jerk...

With a horrifying sound of flesh being torn apart, Fang Zhiyuan's neck side blood spurted wildly.

In the blink of an eye, all the snow in this area was dyed red.

Lin Lingqing bit his blood.

……

Blood stained the sky of the illusion, like a lake.

The devil's soul sank in the lake of blood.

Lin Lingqing thought in a daze: What am I looking at?

what is this?

How could he see such a thing?

Is this true?

He bit off the blood in Fang Zhiyuan's neck...?

A shock flashed through Lin Lingqing's mind.

With a bang, it stirred up a thousand layers of huge waves.

He suddenly remembered that in his previous life, Fang Zhiyuan had a very hideous scar on his neck.

Zhiyuan always likes to wear high-necked clothes to block it, but he has never been able to eliminate it with magic power.I had noticed it before, and asked worriedly, if it was some old sorcerer's wound that couldn't be healed.

At that time, Fang Zhiyuan, who had already been named Huangyang, was wearing a golden robe and sitting in his snow-bone city.

Junmei Xianshou looked away, rubbed his neck in embarrassment, and said in a low voice, "No... Brother, leave it alone. This, cough, is what I want to keep."

It turned out to be, it turned out to be——

Lin Lingqing's eyes were spinning and he couldn't breathe.His scalp was numb, his heart felt as if it had been stabbed, and he fell to his knees suddenly.

His eyes were blurred like a layer of frost and smoke, Fang Zhiyuan was struggling painfully on the snow a few steps away.

The man had been seriously injured to this point, and he was still desperately fighting trapped beasts. He wanted to resist several times, but he was restrained by a single move by himself back then, and his injuries became worse and worse.

The snow fell more and more, and the blood became deeper and deeper.

I don't know when, Fang Zhiyuan's movements gradually became smaller.

Lin Lingqing's eyes were full of white and red, and he almost didn't know what was going on, and wished he could just die of pain like this, and could only rely on a sliver of rational driftwood to float and sink in the huge waves.

He was in a daze, gritted his teeth and controlled himself not to pass, not to get lost, this is an illusion, a false illusion...

is false?

No, it's all real, it really happened.

The devil's eyes were dim, and he still remembered the first time he saw Fang Zhiyuan kneeling in front of him after he woke up.

The man was so surprised that he couldn't speak clearly, sobbing in panic and embarrassment, he held him carefully and refused to let go, like holding a treasure that was lost and recovered.

How can there be such a crazy person in the world, who actually regards the monster that bit off the blood of his own neck... as a treasure...

Not even a little bit of fear that was inadvertently revealed in order to whitewash the peace, not even grievances and complaints.

All of a sudden, Lin Lingqing, whose internal organs were being burned and tormented by the fire, heard a soft murmur in his ear.

"...Brother..."

It was Zhiyuan calling him.

Lin Lingqing looked up in horror.

The mind is cloudy, but the vision is clear for a moment.

Lin Lingqing saw...Fang Zhiyuan had not moved.

His fingers, which were constantly bending, grasping, and struggling due to the pain, relaxed and spread out, only the fingertips of the little finger were still spasming.

His legs and feet, which were convulsed and kicked vigorously, stopped moving, and they stretched limply, paralyzed in the red and wet snow, lifeless.

His head was tilted to one side, a pillow of messy black hair and snow and blood.He still opened his eyes blankly, but there was no more light in them.

he……

The blood on the neck was still gushing out frantically.The white-clothed monster lay on Fang Zhiyuan's body, who was motionless, plundering the man's aura that was about to run out.

A cold consciousness penetrated Lin Lingqing's mind.

He is going to die.

He was about to be killed.

This man, before he was about to die, softly called out to the murderer who was killing him in a nostalgic and mournful way.

He called Senior Brother and then lost consciousness.

This is the last sentence left to the world by the evil star.

"—Fang Zhiyuan!!!"

The last bit of rationality that the Demon Lord struggled to maintain was burned to ashes by the flames at this moment, and everything turned into a blank.

Lin Lingqing went crazy, he rushed over frantically, stretched out his hand——

Blood, eyes full of hot blood.

His fingers passed through the phantom, through the wind and snow.Can't cover the wound, can't stop the bleeding, can't grab anything.

Lin Lingqing collapsed, tears welling up in her eyes.He even forgot that this was an illusion, and knelt there in despair, his slender and well-knit fingers stuck in the blood, ridiculously trying to get something back from the long river of time.

But it was too late, too late, he couldn't save anything, he couldn't save anything...

It was him, he once made Zhiyuan...

A familiar voice came from far away. Early spring flowers bloomed on the main peak of Xuyun, and the boy in black stood under the tree, grinding his teeth angrily and cursing:

"Lin Lingqing, are you a meddler!?"

As he watched, Fang Zhiyuan's eyelids slowly sank.

"Tell you to stay away from me—"

He watched helplessly, and there was no white mist between the man's nose.

"I'll tell you, one day you will be in great trouble by me, and I won't even dig a grave for you."

He watched helplessly, Fang Zhiyuan was no longer breathing.

Looking from a distance in the illusion, the man seemed to be really tired and was going to sleep for a while.Xue fell between Fang Zhiyuan's pale brows, he was clearly still a very young and handsome young man.

The sky is gray, the ground is dark, only the heavy snow is still falling.Lin Lingqing's five senses were all confused, he hunched on the edge of black and white in a daze, he felt as if he was dead, and he felt that he couldn't even die.

He felt like he had become a porcelain man full of cracks, which would break if he was touched by anything again.

He trembled and said, "Help..."

"—Brother!"

In the icy and snowy world, a handful of fire suddenly ignited.

A firm and warm arm suddenly hugged him from behind.Lin Lingqing's eyes went dark, and someone covered his eyes with his hands, and dragged him half-holding and half-pushing him forcefully.

Lin Lingqing was speechless, he was shaking and struggling with tears.The light was restored in front of his eyes, but what was reflected in him was the face that caused him pain to the bone.

Fang Zhiyuan hugged him anxiously, and supported his pale face with one hand, "Brother! Wake up...look at me! I'm here!"