Master Xiao thinks about those years

"hiss--"

The sharp dagger was pierced into the flesh, causing a piercing pain.

Changes in an instant.

The dagger held by the man was brutally thrust into Yan Chen's chest.

Bright red blood poured out from the chest cavity, soaking through Yuebai's skirt.Yan Chen's plain face was slightly stretched, his brows were moved, and his clean face turned pale.

"Damn!"

Fu Nian's eyebrows twitched and he cursed.

"Yes, sorry..."

The man's face was terrified, and the hand holding the dagger was shaking slightly.

"I, I didn't mean to..."

"If you don't kill me, we'll all die, so I might as well kill you to survive..."

The man said every single word, every sentence made sense, but it just chilled people's hearts.

Yan Chen moved slightly, the man was afraid that he would grab another dagger, he held the dagger stuck in Yan Chen's chest with one hand, and hurriedly picked up the dagger on the ground with the other hand.

Yan Chen's brows were frowned by the man's violent movements, his throat rolled, and he weakly said to the person in front of him: "I won't do anything. If you want to live, just kill me."

"Mo Qing! You are crazy!"

The sound of Fu Nian's scolding suddenly broke the fierce fighting in the hall.

"Don't be presumptuous in front of the mountain master! Shut up!" The half-demon master sternly warned, but Fu Nian didn't want to hear it. If he could use illusion, he swore that he would have burned these inhuman half-demon masters to pieces.

He couldn't help but wanted to step forward and stab the person who plotted against Mo Qing.

That's his person, and it's not anyone else's turn to do it.

"Young master, calm down."

A weak and boneless hand suddenly put on his shoulder, Fu Nian turned around and saw the man named Ah Qi.

"You can't beat them here."

Ah Qi smiled slightly, and Fu Nian's eyes darkened.Ah Qi was right.

He doesn't have illusions, so it's useless to go hastily.The owner of Ziyi Mountain glanced at Fu Nian, and his eyes fell steadily on Yan Chen's body. After seeing Yan Chen's face clearly, his pair of lazy eyes added a touch of astonishment.

"Xiao Langjun, if you don't do anything, you will be killed~"

She opened her mouth slowly, teasing casually.Yan Chen was unmoved, but the man was in a cold sweat at the provocation.

He was afraid that Yan Chen would make a move, so he pulled out the dagger and stabbed it hard.

"Well--"

Cold sweat broke out on Yan Chen's fair forehead.

"Moqing! Kill him!"

Fu Nian roared at the side, but Jian Moqing didn't move at all.

"Shut up!" the half-demon chief scolded.

Yan Chen shuddered all over, and looked back at Fu Nian with difficulty. After a moment, a pale smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth.He was grateful for a moment, did his life still have a little weight in the eyes of Fu Nian?

"Well--"

Before he had time to think, there was a tearing pain in his chest, and the man stabbed him again.

The sharp dagger sucks the soft flesh, which is more painful and swift than the burning fire.

It was even more unexpected.Yan Chen's body was crumbling like a leaf blowing in the wind.His white and slender fingertips subconsciously clung to the iron railing, stubbornly preventing himself from falling to the ground.

"Heh" the purple-clothed mountain lord chuckled, as if he had been aroused.She stretched her jade feet, and her purple gauze clothes stretched across the ground.He walked down slowly with gentle steps, walked to the center of the hall, and came to Yan Chen.

"Xiao Langjun, this mountain master will give you another chance to kill him and survive." The mountain master raised Yan Chen's pale chin with his right index finger, tapped his left plain finger lightly, and the man standing in front of Yan Chen was frozen. stature.

A dagger was thrown in front of him again.

It is an opportunity and a hope.

A smile appeared on Yan Chen's pale face, he covered his blood-stained chest, and uttered two words in a hoarse voice: "No need"

The face of the purple-clothed mountain master changed instantly.A beautiful face twisted suddenly.

"My Lord told you to kill him! Can't you hear me?"

"kill him!"

The sharp female voice seemed to tear people apart.Those beautiful eyes stared at Yan Chen ferociously, as if they wanted to carve the person in front of them into flesh and blood.

No action, still no action.

Yes, only Yan Chen could not restrain his slight panting.

"Hahaha……"

"It's really... stubborn!" The purple-clothed mountain lord smiled and raised his hand to undo the man's immobilization technique: "You, kill him completely, and I will let you live."

"Respect, obey..." The man tremblingly agreed.

Holding the dagger in his hand, he looked at Yan Chen in front of him with flickering eyes, at the blood dripping on his chest, and at the purity on his pale face.

Don't care about anything, fuck the morality!

The sharp blade was raised again, aiming at the direction of the heart.

"Crack!" The dagger holding the hilt was suddenly pinched, and the man looked at the bloody talisman in front of him in astonishment.

"If you touch him again, I will let you die."

One word and one sentence, as if spit out after biting the flesh and blood, Fu Nian doesn't care about anything, Mo Qing is his plaything, if you want to be bullied, you can only be bullied by him, if you want to die, you can only die in his hands, what is this person? How dare you touch the things of Lord Ye Xingyuan?

The monstrous anger suppressed everything, but Fu Nian forgot that he is not the Lord of Yexingyuan at all at this moment.

"Unbelievable!"

The mountain master sneered, and the purple silk snaked out of her palm like a snake, and then quickly went up along the ankle of Fu Nian, binding him tightly, like a spring silkworm bound by a cocoon.

"Fu Nian..." Yan Chen frowned at this moment, and opened his mouth softly.

"Let me go!" Fu Nian struggled, and the purple-clothed mountain master raised his hand and cast a silencing spell in the direction of Fu Nian, then raised his eyebrows at the frightened man: "Continue."

"Yes……"

He shrankly held the dagger in his hand, with his five fingers together, ready to go.

The purple-clothed mountain master stared closely at Yan Chen, who was dying of torture, with a smile on her lips, but unwillingness in her eyes.She is waiting, waiting for the final reversal.

Some evils will not be fully exposed if people are not driven into a desperate situation.

"hiss--"

The sharp dagger touched the chest again, piercing smoothly without hindrance.

Nothing, nothing reversed.

Yes, there is only dripping blood and a crumbling body.

"Why...don't do it..." The purple-clothed mountain lord's pupils widened wildly, as if something was about to be overturned.

Some evils will not be fully exposed if people are not driven into a desperate situation.

But some people have always been sincere and pure, not stained with dust.

Yan Chen happened to be such a person.

With a sharp dagger stuck in his chest, the man numbly wanted to sink deeper.He hurriedly wanted to exert strength, and suddenly, his wrist seemed to be burned by fire.

At the same time, the iron prison where he was imprisoned was removed, and the unconscious Yan Chen fell into the arms of the purple-clothed mountain lord.

"Asi..."

She murmured slightly, purple water mist melted from her palm, and hurriedly hugged Yan Chen's breath.

At the same time, a purple snake-shaped silk satin emerged from under the feet, which bound the man who had killed Yan Chen and strangled him to death.

The change was too sudden. The man holding the dagger never thought that he would be strangled to death by the purple-clothed mountain master until his death.

"Anyone who is in this iron cage today and takes a dagger with his hands, no matter whether he wins or loses, he will be pulled out and executed!" The cold words spit out from the thin red lips, and the gloomy eyes of the mountain lord in purple stared at the blood dripping The group of people who gave orders were in vain despair.

Hearing the sound, the man who was still fighting with the dagger suddenly stopped, and his blood-stained face showed disbelief.

How, how is it possible...

Luckily, after a hard fight, was he trying to die?

However, no one paid any attention to their astonishment. The half-demon master obeyed the order and summoned a white-clothed waiter to take them down.

After dealing with this side, the half-demon master leaned over and asked the purple-clothed mountain master for instructions in a low voice.

"Shanzhu, what about the other wave that hasn't made a move yet? But there is still..."

"I'm tired, let's take them back to the fourth floor. That's all for today, you go back."

"Yes!"

The half-demon master was ordered to resign, and in the bloody hall, only the purple-clothed mountain master, Yan Chen, and the bound talisman were left.

The purple-clothed mountain lord seemed to have discovered the existence of the talisman at this time, and with a point of his index finger, he released the purple silk and the silencing spell that bound him.

The sea of ​​blood in Fu Nian's eyes surged, as if he could do anything without restraint.

"Don't worry, he won't die." Ziyi Mountain Lord comforted Fu Nian with this sentence.

Of course Fu Nian knew that Mo Qing couldn't die, he even saw her rescue Mo Qing with his own eyes, he was annoyed, but it was the posture of the purple-clothed mountain lord holding him.

hold him.

This alluring woman hugged Mo Qing.

Fu Nian glanced away with a brooding look.Then I heard the purple-clothed mountain master say, "Who are you?"

Who are you?

You are him... who?

This "he" naturally refers to Mo Qing.But who is Mo Qing?master?Whore?

It doesn't seem to be very accurate.The relationship between him and Mo Qing is too subtle, as if either one has a little bit of it.So what should he say?At this time, you should talk nonsense.

"elder brother."

After hesitating for a while, Fu Nian spat out such a sentence for the first time.

"Brother?" Ziyi Shanzhu glanced at the handsome Fu Nian, and then at Yan Chen, who was in his arms with a pure face. It was hard to imagine that the two were brothers.

However, there are many differences between the human world and the half-demon world, so she didn't pursue it further.

"From today on, you and Ah Si will live in my side hall. You will take care of him. When you take care of him, you will go back to the prison."

The owner of Ziyi Mountain spoke slowly.Fu Nian understood, but his face was full of doubts.

Ah like?Refers to Mo Qing?

When did he call Ah Si?

Could it be that... this purple-clothed mountain lord was Mo Qing's best friend before coming to Yexingyuan? ? ?

Inside the hall, it is decorated with gold powder and jade.All white Qiong curtains, white jade floor, and golden manjusawa carved on the surrounding pillars, the whole hall is extravagant and pure.

The pale-faced Yan Chen was lying on a jade bed with a white curtain, still in a coma.

Fu Nian leaned against the bed, with his left leg flexed and stretched, with one hand on his knee, there was a lingering haze between his brows.

That purple-clothed mountain lord... is really Mo Qing's best friend?

Why hasn't he heard Mo Qing mention it?

No, Mo Qing is a prostitute, how could he have sex with a woman... But that's not sure, otherwise, how could the mountain master save him for no reason, treat him so well, and call him "Ah Si?" affectionately.

A like...

A like...

The soft female voice kept looping, and the talisman had a splitting headache, it was like a curse.

He suddenly opened his eyes and remembered something. When the purple-clothed mountain lord first appeared, Mo Qing was staring at her intently.

Could it be... the resurgence of old feelings? ? ?