Plug your head full of hairpin flowers

The evil spirit that had just been subdued came up quietly again, transpiring like mist, his eyes were reddened by this strange discomfort, and a voice screamed in his heart to remind him—kill him, at least, let the eyes in his eyes before dying , I can only pretend that he is a god-killing murderer, kill him, right now!

So he turned around, only to see a dazzling white light flashing behind Zhanli, attacking in an instant, his immediate actions were quick to react, and the condensed evil spirit was overwhelming in his hands, he changed his target, and went behind Zhanli .

Zhanli was blinded by the hurricane caused by the oncoming evil spirit, his clothes fluttered, and he subconsciously bent down to resist the gust of wind.

...Damn it.

"Zhanli!"

He responded in a daze. Bi Fang and Hei had the nature of beasts and the reaction to the enemy. Rolled over, the wound was torn, half of his body was soaked in blood, his head turned black, and he struggled for a long time, but his too weak body couldn't get up for a long time.

"Shenjun!" Xin Ting drew out the broken sword with a flick of his wrist, and was about to step forward, when he was knocked to the ground by a burst of evil spirit behind him, Zi Xong stepped forward with a fierce step, and came on the turbulent waves, saying: "Get out. "

Xin Ting vomited a mouthful of blood, and raised his head with difficulty: "God... Shenjun..."

The evil spirit condensed behind him, like two slender and majestic butterfly wings, covering the sky and the sun, and he dragged this piece of evil spirit that seemed to be dripping because it was too thick, and walked to Zhanli's side step by step, Zhanli looked up at him, his vision was blurred, but he was the only one who was clear. In the whole world, he was the only one who was as clear as a dream. Zisong looked at his vomited blood, his pale face, and The blood-stained cyan gown, his eyes were as cold as iron, cold and heavy, he knelt down, wrapped the two of them with evil spirits, then held his face with his hands, and said: "It's true that God is bleeding. Stunning."

Sure enough, only Yuxue is the most suitable.

Zhan Li was so angry that his blood surged, and he coughed twice, almost coughing up his lungs.

But Zisong only felt that he was in a good mood. Looking at his bloody appearance, he suddenly became excited, and even couldn't help shaking violently. He stroked his face inch by inch with his cold fingers, and said with a low smile, "Wait for me, When I dye this world into a sea of ​​blood, it will match your red dress."

"Zi... Zi Chong!"

Outside the enveloping evil spirit came a leisurely old voice full of hatred, but the target was not this god and this ghost.

"Xinting!"

Zi Chong let out a "huh" and dissipated the evil spirit, and saw young people in blue robes coming out of the snow-white formation, surrounded by an old man, the old man's eyes were tearing apart, and he gritted his teeth with hatred. The intention made his facial features distorted and wrinkled, and he lowered his voice, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

"Xinting! It's been 60 years! I've been looking for you for 60 years!"

Xin Ting vomited a mouthful of blood, but was injured by Zi Sui, and Fu hid the burden in his arms with difficulty, then looked at him with a pair of withered and cloudy eyes, and called out "Senior Brother" flatly.

Lu Xuanzhi clenched his hands into fists, gritted his teeth and made a "click" sound, and said with a sneer, "Senior brother? You deserve it too! Don't forget, when you killed the senior brother and the head of the sect 60 years ago, you were expelled Out of school!"

"No! I didn't! I admit to whatever heinous thing you said I did, but I never hurt senior brother!" Xinting's head that was drooping in despair was lifted up again, his eyes widened due to rage and excitement, However...

No one will believe it.

"You killed the senior brother, killed the master, took the sword of the senior brother and lived up to it, and fled for sixty years. I have seen everything, one by one, with my own eyes! You don't need to veto it!" Lu Xuanzhi was too excited. Coughing, he stood firm with the support of his disciples, glared at Zisong again, and snorted coldly, "Now that I'm hanging out with such a bad boy, I've lost all face of my True Yuan Sect! This old man's trip, They are here to arrest you and return to the sect to be punished!"

After all, the disciples filed forward and pierced his lute bone with thick chains on the spot, bleeding profusely. He didn't even struggle, but he couldn't help but took a low breath and insisted on shaking his head: "Senior Brother Xuanzhi, I No, I didn't hurt Eldest Brother...everyone in the world betrayed me, he didn't betray me, I can kill everyone in the world, but I won't hurt him at all, Senior Brother Xuanzhi, I didn't!"

Lu Xuanzhi just swung his sleeves and cursed: "There is no cure!"

☆, Rotten grass becomes fireflies

Then, the disciples of the True Yuan Sect dragged Xinting to the ground like a dead dog, and dragged along the way. The iron chain that penetrated the lute bone rubbed against the ground, making a cracking sound, leaving a trail of blood.

He didn't struggle, he almost gave up, but when he was dragged past Zhanli, he suddenly stood up, struggled and stretched out his hand: "Shen Jun... Shen Jun!"

Because of his struggle, the big lock tore his wound to blood, which was horrible. Zhan Li regained his eyesight and saw clearly, only to feel that his shoulder was hurting so much that his bones were broken.

Lu Xuanzhi took one last look at this ghost, without hesitation or lingering, and disappeared into the snow-white formation with Xinting.

He probably didn't know that he had made the right choice, because later on, when Zisong got tired of watching this scene, he should have the desire to kill and do a massacre in front of Zhan Li.

But this time, he sat beside Zhanli with his head propped up, overjoyed, with a dazzling brilliance in his brows and eyes: "The world is really interesting, isn't it? I don't usually kill people, but people who can kill each other. It's really interesting. "

Zhanli turned over with difficulty, covered the wound that was still bleeding, his mind was distracted, he pinched Zisong's sleeve with his blood-stained hands, and softly prayed in his eyes: "Zisong... I'm going to the True Essence Sect."

——He is going to find Xin Ting.

Zisong was silent for a moment, and seeing him covering his old wound with his face up, he couldn't help but close his eyes slightly due to the fatigue caused by blood loss, this bloody and lazy appearance revealed a bit of peerless radiance, So he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and there was scarlet blood transpiring in his eyes. He held down the hand that was pressing the wound, and rode up. There was a low-pitched sound from somewhere.

"Shangshen is worthy of being a Shangshen. He is about to die, and he still wants to save others, huh? Do you want to save someone who deceived his master, exterminated his ancestors, murdered him?"

Zhanli took a deep breath, and barely resisted the urge to cry out in pain. He gritted his teeth and said, "Zi Sui...I want...to go, I want to ask clearly..."

Ask clearly what Xinting has done, and also ask clearly what Xinting is planning.

He couldn't just watch Xinting being taken away like this.

Zisong suddenly lowered his body, and the strength of his hands increased by three points, his hands were dripping with blood, and Zhan Li let out another cry of pain, but the more he struggled and screamed, the more happily Zisong laughed, and even grinned. He picked up the little canine tooth and said with a smile, "Go? You don't even want to go anywhere."

After all, he finally climbed up inch by inch with those blood-stained hands, grasped his throat, and then tightened it up little by little. The skin that was too pale was like a lotus root like jade, revealing the dense tendons that wandered around. His pulse was beating up and down with the flow of blood, this deadly traction aroused his murderous desire.

He is too far away, he is clean and spotless, he grows from love to the light, he is getting farther and farther away from himself, and he is like a braggadocio, always rushing on the road of chasing light, but never touching The real light is only...

Only when life is gradually lost in his hands, is it real and exists. Only when he dies, will he belong to him forever, forever... so close.

He was trembling with excitement, he grinned, he lowered his body and rubbed his sharp corners against his cheek, he said softly and slowly——

"Die. God, you die, and bury it in my heart. God..."

Zhanli had difficulty breathing, his pale and slender hands were scratching in the void, he couldn't open his eyes, he only felt a black shadow flickering in front of his eyes, and finally caught a strand of black hair, so he struggled hard, but he just stretched out his hand and rubbed it , and then pushed him into his arms.

Zi Song woke up suddenly, his hands stopped.

He was finally able to breathe, but before his consciousness was completely lost, he just laughed.

——He said, "Zi Chong, come with me."

Let's go to the Zhenyuan Sect together, go through the tribulation together, and spend the rest of our lives together for countless years.

Come with me, okay?

Zisong lay on top of him, he patted his head, then sat up blankly, dazed for a moment, then grabbed Zhanli's hand and rubbed his corner with his palm.

Zhanli, wake up, touch me again.

But Zhanli didn't wake up.

He didn't understand why he was always rubbing and rubbing, but now he finally understood that it was because he had never been petted like a child or a treasure in a thousand years since he was a child.

The heart that was filled with the desire to kill suddenly felt uncomfortable again. Before Zhanli... must have been treated like this by many people who loved him and loved him.

So he raised his head and saw Jiong and Bi Fang standing not far away, they were obviously frightened and did not dare to approach, so he waved: "Come here, let me touch it too."

However, with a groan, he turned his head and ran up the mountain.

Zi Sui's hand was stretched out in the air like this, and the evil spirit rose into the air, but he secretly retracted it when he caught sight of the blood-stained man on the ground. He smiled and murmured to himself: "Say, it would be great if I were you!" .”

After finishing speaking, he reached out to touch Zhanli's head again, then grabbed his sleeves, and wiped away the blood stains on his neck bit by bit.

——It would be great if he was also a quasi-god.

Living in the bright and clean Yinyang School, there are so many brothers and sisters, everyone takes care of each other and supports each other, the masters always touch their heads and praise, so many warm embraces, enthusiasm and joy, so many, so many...

The rest, he couldn't imagine.

What does it feel like to be loved by someone?

he does not know.

He finally wiped off the blood on Zhan Li's neck, then untied his clothes, took a snow-white cloth from his sleeve, and helped him bandage it up with difficulty.

"Do I like you now, or hate you? I don't know. I want you to die, because you will only belong to me after you die. God, tell me, is this love or hate?" He bandaged, While murmuring to himself, Zhanli is now as fragile as a doll made of ceramics, he has to be extremely careful, but this kind of care makes him feel that all ten fingers are knotted, and he is extremely inflexible. But it was wrapped into a half-mummy—you can tell from the patches all over Poxu's body, this guy's bandaging and repairing skills are really not very eye-catching, but taking ten thousand steps back can be regarded as stopping the bleeding, counting... Zhan is dead.

When Zhanli woke up, Zisong was by his side, motionless, like a stone Buddha.

"Zi...Zi Chong?"

Hearing this, Zi Sui glanced at him lazily, as if trying to cover up something, he turned his head away immediately, and said in a cold voice, "Want to go to the Zhenyuan School?"

Zhan Li's clothes were disheveled and his chest was wide open. He felt uncomfortable from the bandages wrapped around his waist in a mess. He struggled to get up and glanced at him: "Are you coming with me?"

"You can go, but you can't go in vain."

"What do you mean?"

Zi Sui glanced at him, and couldn't help touching his own horns. Before he could speak, he changed his meaning again, and his voice was cold and iron: "Zhanli, don't you want to go through the tribulation with me? Then Give me yourself."

He wants him to really touch him, to be fused with flesh and blood, and never to be separated.

He couldn't wait to own it, wanted to monopolize it, wanted to be touched by him alone in the future, and wanted to be his own ghost, born for him, and died for him.

This man, yes, can only be his.

Unexpectedly, Zhan Li didn't hesitate, nodded, and silently adjusted the messy bandages, then put on his clothes, and said: "Okay, I promise you."

"You promise?"

Zhanli raised his head, his pale face even smiled warmly, like the sunshine jumping on the snow in early spring: "Yes, I promise."

Since Zi Chong's life will be taken on the day of crossing the catastrophe, it doesn't matter how indulgent he is before that, and he has the right to make a little compensation.

——What you want is me, but what I want is your life.

Zi Sui was stunned for a moment, apparently he didn't expect him to be so straightforward, and all the words and words he had prepared were useless. Instead, he turned his head in embarrassment, coughed lightly, and hurriedly said as if to cover up: "Let's go!" .”

Zhanli hurriedly said "Oh", but the wound still hurt so much that he gasped, so he had to hold Zisong's shoulder with one hand, bid farewell to Jiong and Bi Fang, and hurried down the mountain.

The Zhenyuan School was built on the Heming Mountain. There is a poem commenting that "the deer and the fur are like meeting each other, and they don't wait for the crane in front of the rock to hear." The scenery is the same, but the distance...

But not far.

Zhan Li never expected that he, a cripple who had lost all his divine power, was rushing to Penglai to recover his divine power, but now he had to divert to Heming Mountain. The road was getting longer and longer.

only……

The atmosphere of silence between the gods and ghosts was indeed a little awkward.

Originally, Zi Zong walked against the wind and arrived in the blink of an eye, but Zhanli's body injury was really serious, and the evil spirit talisman on his chest gradually became more fragile, so he didn't dare to move anymore, and finally chose to walk.

However, at night, the atmosphere became even more weird. Seeing the cold wind blowing, Zhanli walked even more difficultly. Just in front of him there was a small ruined temple that was dark, and Zisong silently led him into the ruined temple.

The temple is ventilated everywhere, except for a roof, it is no different from the outdoors, the inside is full of cobwebs, hung with old yellow banners, under the wind blowing, the smell of rotting straw blows in, Even more desolate and weird.

Zhanli couldn't walk, so he hissed: "Let's make it here..."

Zi Chong said "Yes", he was used to eating and sleeping in the open, and this dilapidated temple was more to his liking than that simple inn.

So I kicked it with my feet, trying to gather the rotten and heavy straw together, and I was satisfied. However, Zhanli really didn't like the rotten straw, so he put his fingers under his nose and hid In the opposite corner.

Seeing this, he snorted lightly, and pointed to the broken Buddha statue: "Why, borrowing the place of the Buddha, instead dirty the eyes of God?"

Zhanli had no choice but to give up, stood up again, covered his wound and sat on the rotten grass, nestled into a ball, suddenly remembered something, and laughed again: "Everyone says rotten grass is a firefly, you say the straw here, will it be okay?" Also turned into fireflies?"

☆, there is a snow-covered platform

Zisong suddenly pushed him down on the pile of rotten grass, and leaned forward: "I'll study it later."

——Anyway, in his eyes, he is such a firefly in the dark night.

Zhanli looked up and saw his eyes were deep, and he hesitated and retreated for a moment, but then he closed his eyes and accepted it indifferently, and only smiled: "It's up to you."

Many fantasies flashed through his mind, fantasizing about the blood-stained mountains and seas when Zisong died, fantasizing that he would be among the immortals after crossing the catastrophe, fantasizing about his guilt and repentance after killing him with his own hands.

Compared with these, what he did... seems to be nothing.

Zi Song didn't know what was going on in his mind, he only had a thought when he heard the words, covered his eyes with his hands, turned away from his face, and gnawed viciously on his exposed snow-white neck.

——He even wanted to drink his blood and swallow him up.

Even though Zhan Li had made enough mental preparations, the feeling of his lips and teeth touching still made him tremble subconsciously, and then he raised his hand to push back, and Zisong let out a "tss", full of hatred, and roughly pulled his hair: " Does God regret it now?"

He immediately let go of his hand when he heard the words, and after a long while, he removed his hand covering his eyes, and said with a smile: "In that case, let me seal off my five senses. Whatever you want to do is up to you."

Zisong clenched his hands tightly, subconsciously pulled his hair with force, and he hissed softly, calling "Zi Suong" softly.

He was enraged by this soft call: "Do you think I dare not?"

Zhanli closed his eyes, but there was still a warm and kind smile on the corner of his mouth, almost almsgiving and dedication.

Zi Sui finally let go of his hand, got up and went into the night alone.

—he gave up.

He really didn't dare.

Who is Zhanli?

He is the quasi-god transformed by Buddhist holy objects when the ten thousand Buddhas in the nine heavens are chanting scriptures and praying. He was born with all hopes and good things. He enjoys the deepest and deepest love in the world. He is born with stunning beauty and gentleness. All the brightness and splendor in this world can't be overstated when piled up on him, and all the words in the world can't describe a tenth of his beauty.

And who is he?

He is the evil boy who climbed up from the bottom of the Wangchuan River, the deepest and filthiest under the Nine Springs. He was raised by skeletons and fed by evil spirits. What he was carrying was pain, blood, despair, and death. His inferiority is condensed deep in his bones, like maggots attached to the bones, like a shadow, he is heinous, he is heinous, he is all the darkness and coldness in this world.

How dare he, and how worthy, stand beside Zhanli like this.

Not to mention that at this time, he still can't understand what he can't understand, Zhanli's "selfless dedication" and "generous dedication".

He didn't understand, he just felt that he had returned to 800 years ago, he was still standing in the mud, trying his best to look up at the clean boy in Tsing Yi on the cloud.

He was irritable and uncomfortable, he was full of despair, his heart, lungs and tendons were blocked, and even his breathing was tightly restrained, a voice roared in his heart, kill, destroy, and the desire to kill quietly rose again.

At this time, he didn't quite understand that his unspeakable pain was the so-called grievance in the world.

He hid in the dark night, hid himself in the cold wind, in a corner where Zhanli could not be seen, he finally felt comfortable and safe, and he was full of evil spirits, like a child who lost his temper, blowing up his surroundings into ruins , You couldn't let go of your anger, so the dagger that condensed out the evil spirit again, stretched out your hand to pierce it.

"Zi Sui!"

The clean and slender hand that was as white as jade stretched out like this, but Zisong couldn't hold back his strength, so he just pierced Zhanli's hand.

Against the backdrop of the pale moonlight, the scarlet blood fell drop by drop, and the evil spirit entered the body along the wound, responding to the broken horn hidden in his heart. The place is getting a little hot.

"Zi Sui..."

He choked for breath, but instead let out his evil spirit, his eyes were filled with murderous desires from the bright red blood stains, and he roared "Zhanli", the long-lost extreme thoughts came to his mind again.

If he doesn't dare and doesn't deserve to touch him, then use another method to monopolize him.

- Die.

He would rather destroy the world, and would rather the entire Three Realms be turned into a sea of ​​blood, as his sacrifice, and as his funeral.

Zhan Li convulsed from the pain from the severed horn and the wound. For a moment, he didn't know where to cover his hands, so he had to arch his body, and his facial features were all twisted into a ball: "Zi Sui...!"

But Zi Chong was restrained by the desire to kill, almost lost his mind, screaming and roaring with all his heart and eyes - die, all die.

Zhanli was already extremely weak, and his body was covered with wounds. Because he clenched his teeth, blood seeped from between his teeth. The talisman on his chest was like a soldering iron, burning his chest like a fire, and his eyes turned black. He only insisted on leaning forward, grabbed Zi Chong's lapel, and roared: "Zi Chong! Wake me up! Zi Chong!"

After all, he was finally tormented by the evil spirit entering his body to the point where he lost his mind and fell into his arms.

Zi Chong paused, as if the evil spirit controlling his limbs and bones like a ghost finally struggled to dissipate, he made a hissing sound because he failed to succeed, Zi Chong just hugged him blankly, he was so tall and wide. , the only light in a world full of darkness.

The space behind him was distorted, and the living skeletons didn't miss any chance to return to the human world. When the bones collided, there was a crackling sound, and a strong evil spirit floated out just like that.

——It’s the gate of ghosts.

"Zi Sui!" A man in Tsing Yi with a pair of three-inch long horns slowly came out from the gate of hell, his voice was like cold iron, piercing his heart and lungs. , but this man exudes a very cold and dead air, which makes people frightened for no reason.

Zisong finally came back to his senses, turned his head and glanced at it, and sneered, "Why, don't you want Li Nu to deal with me this time?"

The man's brows grew angry, and he sneered: "Deal with? What is deal with? Do you think Lord Ghost Emperor has nothing to do with you? If you didn't break taboos again and again, you thought I would fight against you? Does Li Nu stare at you every day when she is free?"

Zi Sui snorted again, turned his body sideways, and put the person down, then Shi Shiran turned around: "Let's go."

Isn't it just to be punished? There are many punishments in hell, no matter how cruel they are, they can't be more cruel than murder!

However, the man glanced at Zhan Li, who was completely bloodless on the ground, and snorted softly, looking more indifferent and gloomy: "Although this time I have the intention of killing the gods, but for the sake of you stopping the loss in time, the ghost emperor asked me to do it." Inform you, let you go."

"I still have to thank you all?"

"Zi Chong! Don't just rely on the ghost emperor's joy to act willfully!"

Hearing the words, Zi Sui only became angry, with a pitch-black spark dancing in his palm: "The ghost emperor is happy? Heh! I don't think so! It's you, Lord Feng Xuetai, don't try to intervene just because you are the evil king." my business!"

This evil lord's name is Feng Xuetai, and it is said that he is a ghost in charge of the distant Eight Cold Hells. He is rarely seen on weekdays, but his qualifications are older than Li Nu. , he is still the direct supervisor of Zisong, a temporary worker, but...

Zi Sui didn't take this so-called boss seriously at all.

He was extremely angry, and compared with Zisong's stamina, a more sinister and piercing evil aura filled the sky and covered the sky, pervading the sky in an instant, and with lightning speed, he pinned Zisong to the ground and couldn't move.

"Zi Chong, Zi Chong, your ferociousness is rare in a thousand years. You are a monster everywhere, you are a heretic, you can't survive, except in the underworld! You are born to be a member of our underworld. You will be going through the calamity soon, Zi Chong, just think it is for the sake of the underworld, and take away your murderous intentions for me, quasi-god, you can't move, go through the calamity well, come back to the underworld!"

As he spoke, his voice gradually dissipated like a cloud of smoke. The more he advised, the more murderous Zi Chong became. He knew that he was going back to the underworld, but his hands and feet were immobilized by his evil pressure, so he had to wait helplessly. Only when it dissipated could he stand up, seeing the dead silence in the night, he sneered, "That's all."

The Wufang Ghost Emperor is responsible for the boundaries of the Eight Great Hells, while Feng Xuetai is in charge of the Eight Cold Hells alone, and he directly obeys the Ghost Emperor himself.

So he leaned over again, stretched out his hand to help Zhanli up, but was forced to take a step back by the restraint on Zhanli's body, the palm of his hand was burning with blood, and he couldn't help but subconsciously "hiss".

Damn it, Feng Xuetai was afraid that he would have murderous intentions, so he put a restraint on Zhanli, strictly forbidding him to get close!

"Heh." Do you think that this can curb his killing intent?

He stretched out his hand to condense the evil spirit, and carefully tried to break through his restraint, but was bounced away by the evil spirit left by the snow-sealed platform, so he had to "tch" again.

--Next time.

The day dawned very slowly this day, Zi Zong closed his eyes and meditated, his whole body was condensed in the morning dew, and there were crystal beads hanging on his long eyelashes, when Zhan Li woke up, he felt that this guy was so... …when soft.

"Zi Sui...?"

He gently opened his eyes, without even looking at him, he just got up and patted the water beads on his body, and said coldly: "Let's go."

The prohibition did not harm Zhanli's body, nor did it resonate with Zisong's broken horn, so it did not affect the talisman. Zhanli heard the words and sat up, untied his clothes and took a look at his chest. Sure enough...

The corners and corners of the talisman had been burned, leaving black burn marks, and it was a little bit close to burning the black and red ink in the talisman.

"The talisman given by Zen Lingzi may not be able to withstand the next big move, Zi Chong."

——So obediently, control your evil spirit, otherwise, the next time, I'm afraid it will be his death.

Zisong naturally understood his hint, but he just snorted coldly, turned his head and walked away, making wet footprints one step at a time, Zhan Li didn't make a sound, and followed him obediently and silently.

Regarding what happened or didn't happen last night, they all tacitly agreed with each other and never mentioned it again.

There is only a short step between these gods and ghosts, but they seem to be separated by an entire horizon. It is a gap that cannot be crossed even with all one's strength.

☆, the world is interesting

Zhan Li was really weak and walked for ten days before finally reaching the foot of Heming Mountain. During this time, Zi Chong didn't say a word.

Walk in silence, stop in silence, stop to rest when it gets dark, wait for him to wake up in the morning, and leave when he wakes up, keeping far away from him all the way, as if he is a hedgehog covered in spikes, he is exhausted Lost, and I didn't feel that I was restrained by others, just because of that night, I also kept silent, neither embarrassed nor awkward.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, seeing Zi Chong still rushing forward with his head bowed, Zhan Li quickly stopped him: "Zi Chong!"

Unexpectedly, Zisong couldn't dodge in time, the chest touched by him sneered and black smoke came out.

He immediately forgot what he wanted to say, and let out a "huh": "What's going on? Zi Chong?"

Zi Sui stepped back, brushed his chest, didn't take it seriously, and didn't seem to feel any pain, so he said coldly, "What's the matter?"

Zhan Li blinked: "Is someone restraining me?"

"Well. The ghosts and gods under the Fengxue Terrace." He paused, as if he was thinking, and said after a long time, "To guard against me."

He smiled softly and raised his hand: "Then with this restriction, you can't touch me?"

"Ah."

Zhan Li bowed his head and thought for a while, finally understood why he was hiding as a plague these days, no matter what...

With this restriction, it is equivalent to adding another layer of insurance, and it can be regarded as a good thing that the underworld has done, so he smiled lightly and didn't go into it further: "By the way, the Zhenyuan Sect is also considered a decent school. Let's go in through the main entrance to ask people .”

"If you want someone to give it to you?"

"You don't have to give it if you go, but..." Zhan Li turned his face to the side, and smiled brightly and slyly, "I will definitely give it if I go."

Who told him to be the envoy of the dignified fairy court.

Zi Chong didn't say a word, and climbed up the mountain with him in silence, walked along a bluestone step, and walked to the gate of the Zhenyuan sect without hindrance, and didn't see any disciples solemnly guarding the mountain path until the high white stone archway. However, Zhan Li's body has been injured for a long time, and he couldn't breathe after taking two steps. All the way up the mountain, he felt his legs trembling.

"The benefactor is here to find the sinner Xinting?" The clear and elegant young disciples in blue clothes had obviously seen them before, so they took a step forward, keeping a close distance, elegant and polite, "please benefactor Come back, this is a private matter within the sect, we should follow the rules of the sect and resolve it ourselves."

Since the other party was polite, Zhanli didn't want to embarrass them, so Shi Shiran replied: "My quasi-shen Zhanli didn't have any malicious intentions, and I didn't intend to interfere with the rules of the Zhenyuan sect. Acquaintance, this matter is of great importance, no matter what, you should give me the truth."

"What... quasi-god?" The little disciple's gaze suddenly brightened, almost glued to his body, but then fell straight down, with hesitation on his face, he looked him up and down again, "But..."

Why can't I feel the slightest breath?

Zhanli had no choice but to smile awkwardly, and didn't know how to prove it, so he had to tell the truth: "Something happened, and all my powers were lost."

Then he tried to pull Zisong again, but recalling the restraint on him, he withdrew his hand again: "But this evil boy from the underworld is the real thing."

Although Zisong had a stinky face, he was obedient and clever, even more obedient than that shepherd dog Zhandui. Now, in order to prove his identity as a Shatong, he was about to stretch out his hand to show his evil spirit, and the frost on his face scared him The little disciple jumped up and waved his hands quickly: "No need, no need, I will report to the sect master, and invite two... er... gods? Wait here!"

The little disciple showed his true colors, and after speaking hastily, he turned his head and ran up the mountain. Zhan Li couldn't help laughing softly when he saw the flying blue back, and said to the side: "Look, in this world, It's fun too, isn't it?"

Zi Sui snorted softly, and laughed all over his face: "My fun, and Shang Shen's fun, don't seem to have the same standard."

He smiled again, his gaze tender and gentle: "Zi Chong, the world is colorful, but you in the past could only see black, and the rest are colorful and full of flowers. I will show you slowly in the future, maybe one day... you I will also like this world, like this world.”

Zi Chong's heart suddenly bumped, and he was in pain. He stared closely at his side face, stared at the lingering under his eyes, the bottom of his heart was as cold as cold and iron, and suddenly something broke through the ground and stretched a little bit. , growth, crazy invasion.

After a long time, he turned his head away and looked at the foggy sea among the green hills, the squirrels jumping between the tree branches, and the snails crawling slowly on the bluestone steps.

He said, "Okay."

I am waiting for you to take me to see thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, Haiyan Heqing, I am waiting for you.

But what about Zhanli?

However, Zhan Li was covered in wounds and blood dripping from the deep sense of guilt, and he even had to force himself to fantasize about Zi Chong's unforgivable sins in the past, so as to barely suppress the overwhelming despair.

He probably understood why this catastrophe was so difficult to overcome.

This sense of guilt is more tormenting than any punishment.

How much he wants to tell him frankly and frankly, what I said and did is to kill you on the day of crossing the catastrophe, don't look at me with that kind of shock, joy, or even a little disbelief, I am here Lie to you.

But he can't, if he wants to overcome the catastrophe, he can only make up such a lie.

For the first time, he felt that the so-called gods were not so clean and perfect.

After a long silence, the little disciple who went to report finally ran down the mountain at a trot, and the blue wide-sleeved Taoist robe flew up, like a big sky-blue moth.

Zhanli was amused by his own imagination, chuckled lightly, and said loudly, "Slow down, Taoist! Don't worry!"

The disciple ran faster when he heard the words, took a breath, and then stretched out his hand to ask: "Please, two gods."

Zhanli nodded with a smile, polite and gentle, led Zisong, and walked up the mountain with the little Daoist.

Both the Zhenyuan Sect and the Wuming Sect belong to the Zhengyi faction, but their styles are completely different.

The Wuming School is full of white walls and jade-step glazed tiles, which are luxurious but not vulgar. The fireworks in the world.

Counting, the Wuming Sect has a history of 800 years, and most of the buildings were inherited from Zen Lingzi, while the Zhenyuan Sect was later than the Wuming Sect, and these gaps are inevitable.

Xiao Daojun is more respectful than before. While leading the way, he turned his head and peeked with his neck stiff from time to time. Several times he almost fell off the bluestone steps. Zhanli couldn't help it, and laughed and said: " I am really a quasi-god born in the fairy court, but something happened and I lost all my powers, I am no different from a mortal, Xiaodao Lord, just watch the way, don’t look at me."

Xiao Daojun, who was about the same age as Zhifeng, immediately blushed, bowed his head and walked quickly, and didn't dare to look back, Zhanli couldn't help laughing, and with this smile, his eyebrows and eyes turned into trees shoot new moon.

After finally reaching the entrance of the main hall, the disciples standing in two rows standing at both ends of the stone steps bowed and said "greetings to the gods" in unison, and the little Taoist led them up step by step, and pushed the door open with all his strength. The heavy vermilion lacquer gate retreated to both sides of the gate: "God please."

Zhanli nodded gently again, and then stepped into the hall.

Lu Xuanzhi, who had taken Xinting away earlier, sat down