debt repayment

Song Hui'an felt that his already cold hands and feet were even colder, but the person in front of him was still murmuring unconsciously: "I really want to find an enemy who knows who I am. I have done murder, arson, rape and robbery. Everything is fine, I have practiced with Master for a long time, and my mind has changed drastically. I have seen these things for a long time, since it is a debt I owed, I can use my life to pay it off..."

Xiao Daotong held Li Gui's hand, and said with concern: "Brother Zhu, why do you look so ugly? Is the injury from the day before yesterday still not healed? You talk, if you don't talk, I will be so anxious to death."

Song Hui'an hurriedly came back to his senses, and said with a smile, "Maybe I'm hurt, I'm a little tired." Then he said, "Continue to lead your way."

Scattered soul said: "It turns out that the young master is injured and weak. I don't know if he can still walk? Why don't you let me carry the young master for a while?"

He spoke frankly, but Song Hui'an's pale and bluish face suddenly flushed, the flames of shame and anger in his eyes could burst out, and a knife flew towards him, and the pupils hiding the autumn water hurriedly dodged to look Looking elsewhere, the beauty spat out angrily: "You really are shameless!"

Even Xiao Daotong beside him changed his face, ran to him to protect him, opened his arms and said righteously: "Monster! Why are you still talking lightly about my brother!"

The word "frivolous" was used with great precision, Song Hui'an's complexion turned a little red, and she looked like a shy, pretty and lively beauty.

"Amu, don't talk nonsense!"

"I just care about your body, so why am I being frivolous?" Sanhun also seriously argued, "Master Zhu, I know you are beautiful, and I think you have been harassed and frivolous by many disciples on weekdays, but I can be as frivolous as they are." Is it? I have always been an upright person. If you had a good impression of the young master, you would have chased after you. If the young master wants to kill me, I will wash my neck and bring my face to me. Do you still need the young master to threaten me to lead the way?"

The implication is that the two of them are pretending to be affectionate, laughing at him for being too sensitive, and only meeting a few times, they are afraid that people will take a fancy to him.

"...You!" Song Hui'an was anxious, pointing at him tremblingly, unable to speak for a long time, seeing that the scattered soul was still looking at him innocently, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he just cursed, "If you dare to have any dirty thoughts, I'll kill you right away!"

"Don't dare to dare, the young master has such a hot temper, what can I do, I really have no luck to bear it," Sanhun saw that he was about to curse again, and hurriedly said, "Go on?"

Through the crystal mirror, looking at the two big and one small three bodies in the mirror with a strange atmosphere, Yan Wen's jaw is about to drop: "Where is the emperor playing? The little boy is not enough to coax Mr. Zhu, and he even made up an amnesia Song Huiming came to lie to him?" He thought to himself that Mr. Song is really pitiful. He was afraid and hated when he saw the familiar yet unfamiliar skin, and he didn't know how to deal with it. He could only rely on the cute little Taoist boy beside him to maintain his last shred of sanity. How did he know that? In fact, there is one person under these two skins?

Cang Ji said: "Maybe it's because Mr. Song still misses Song Huiming in the illusion, so I want to use this to settle his knots? Don't you forget that the three debts on the emperor's head include killing and love debts?" What else? Let 'Song Huiming' come out to face Mr. Song's grievances and anger, and then let this person disappear completely. In this way, Mr. Song's heart knot has been solved, and Shen Xingjian has returned to his throne. Can't the emperor come back?"

Yan Wen shook his head again and again: "As expected of the emperor, this trick is really good. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"Brother Zang Ji," Yan Wen said seriously, "Will the Almighty who reincarnated and returned to the throne remember what happened after he went down to the realm?"

"can."

"Then in case Shen Xingjian thinks it's wrong when he turns around, and the Demon Sword attacks the emperor, wouldn't the situation be more serious than Young Master Song asking Song Huiming for debts?"

"Not necessarily."

Yan Wen was mad and said, "How do you say that?"

"Shen Xingjian is a magical weapon that was forged in elementary school, and is much older than the emperor. Furthermore, reincarnation in the lower realm is not important for ghosts and spirits. After returning to the throne, what is the pain in the eyes of mortals to them? No matter how bad it is, the emperor will not be settled by Shen Xingjian based on Shen Xingjian's relationship with Demon Lord Haojun."

Yan Wen listened, thought for a moment, and nodded: "I hope so." But he still didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart. After all, such a heartless fishing fairy like Quan Ying could directly take it in order to care about Song Hui'an's safety, regardless of the rules of Tiangong. Martial God officer went down to save people, he almost lost his mind, naturally he wasn't the one who Yan Wen said he regarded the memories of the world as clouds and smoke, so what about Shen Xingjian?

The 1000 years of being reincarnated as Song Hui'an was a very miserable 1000 years. Shen Xingjian was forged and became the top magic soldier in Tiangong. Let go of restraints, look up at the sky, the gods passing by will tremble three times, and have a perverted and ruthless personality, such a noble and arrogant person, really has not suffered a single grievance for tens of thousands of years, will he really regard Song Hui'an's humiliation for thousands of years as nothing?

If this is the case, when Shen Xingjian returns to the throne, the favor and resentment belonging to Song Hui'an will be dust and rain streams in front of the ruthless and ruthless magic sword, and the emperor's infatuation will be in vain.

But compared to being entangled by the magic sword, maybe it is more real to have a broken heart.

He thought this way, and Quan Ying thought the same way when he released "Song Huiming's scattered soul".

He turned into a child himself, holding Song Hui'an's cold hand, afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, and kneading the flesh of his palm with all his heart, looking up, Song Hui'an only stared at the unconscious "scattered soul" not far in front of him, Bewitched.

Xiao Daotong didn't dare to look at him carefully, for fear that he would find out the clues. Seeing him like this, he felt like a needle pricking his heart.

Song Hui'an put his mind and body on the man in front of him, and he didn't know if it was because of his main body's gaze, or because his gaze itself was too resentful and intense, distracted and felt like a light on his back, feeling very guilty.

Song Huiming is really a jerk. He saw what the ghost dreamed and knew that the key to his stay in the world still needs Song Huiming to solve it. If Song Hui'an is still hanging in Song Huiming's shadow all day long, he might as well let them end it cruelly. Only in this way can this soul be freed from the identity of "Song Hui'an".

He decided the best strategy rationally, seeing the hatred and sorrow in Li Gui's eyes that seemed to be crying and smiling, he was worried to the extreme for a while, obviously it was the most helpless thing, he had to bite the bullet and grit his teeth to carry it out. Blood.

Song Hui'an didn't say a word, just took Xiaodaotong's hand and walked forward, but saw the scattered soul's figure suddenly stop.

He couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," San Hun said with a smile, "Mr. Bamboo is a tree that becomes a spirit? When I approached you just now, I seemed to smell the faint fragrance of grass and trees on your body."

Song Hui'an still remembered the mahogany fake body outside his ghost body, and said, "Yes, what's the matter?"

Scattering soul said: "Young master, I passed by the first piece of land when I came here. I don't know what is buried under this flower field. It only eats the flowers and plants of the world. The golden rope flowers that the master gave me were all ruined by them, my son. If you want to pass through this flower field, I'm afraid there will be more or less bad luck."

Of course he didn't "pass" this flower field, but when he looked at his real body disguised as Xiaodaotong, he could see all the ghosts, sprites, monsters and filth. This thing is not too out of the ordinary. Raw meat, especially loves wood spirits, as the emperor of the East, he is in charge of wood, and some little fairies from the grass and trees in the Tiangong will come to him to ask for an amulet to avoid blood and soil, so he is very fond of this thing. familiar.

This soil is not a rare object, but it is very strange to appear in the tomb of an immortal cultivator who does not cultivate demons or ghosts.

Thinking of the monster just now that even he couldn't see through it, Quan Ying's doubts deepened.

He just wanted to take Song Hui'an out to relax and take this opportunity to untie his knots. For him, the fairy tomb of the lower realm was a sure thing, why did something he didn't recognize pop up all of a sudden?

"Then how did you get here?"

"The master gave the amulet."

On this end, Song Hui Anxin thought that he was not really a wood spirit monster, and felt that he was weird, afraid that he was trying to show his identity, so he frowned and said: "You don't need to worry about me, just lead us the way."

"But the young master is also a wood genus, the young master is not afraid of death, so you have to consider the safety of the children, right?"

Song Hui'an wondered, "The wooden sword is also affected?"

Xiao Daotong said: "I don't know either."

Song Hui'an didn't dare to drag off the false body rashly, firstly, he was afraid that Sanhun would know that he was not a demon cultivator, and he would really think of something, and secondly, he was reluctant to let the new false body Xiaodaotong made for him be useless before it was used much. , hesitated for a moment and said: "You protect my brother, I will follow you."

Quan Ying did not expect that he would mention this.

But it doesn't matter, the most reliable amulet of all wood attributes is himself, with him, naturally he is not afraid of blood and soil making mistakes.

Sanhun shrugged, turned back and hugged Xiaodaotong and said: "How about this, I will hold him, young master, you hold my hand, and I will hold the amulet in this hand, and we will go there together."

Song Hui'an nodded, held Sanhun's hand in a state of discomfort, and walked forward.

There seems to be a blur of blood in front of me, and there is still some distance from the flower field. From a distance, you can see the slender posture of plants shaking without wind, indistinct in the shimmering thick fog, like unreal phantoms, and like She is a girl who hides an unknown side, waiting for her sweetheart to discover her secrets.

His hands are sweating.

Quan Ying perceives the changes in Song Hui'an through the avatar.Maybe it's because, when he came into contact with Song Hui'an before, he used the identity of Xiaodaotong. Song Hui'an regarded him as his younger brother, so he acted naturally unguarded, but once he changed to "Song Huiming", Song Hui'an's attitude changed instantly.

He became cautious and extremely sensitive, his fingers curled up, and he didn't know if he thought it was painful if he grabbed it too tightly, or if he thought it was too loose, almost letting his hand slip away.

It seemed that through that hand, he could feel his pulse, and then hear his heartbeat that was obviously accelerating.

"Don't be afraid, son."

He said softly, the hand that was warmer than usual flinched and drew back habitually, he didn't know whether it was out of fear or shame, he calmly squeezed his somewhat slender wrist, and held his palm .

"As long as it's not a tree, this flower field is not very harmful."

Song Hui'an said: "It's good that you are not afraid."

Scattered Soul smiled, looking into the distance, but saw an unusually tall figure in the mist.

"Puff puff……"

It was the sound of blood gushing out after the flesh was continuously pierced.

Looking at the figure, the muscle is swollen, the height is ten feet, and it growls like a beast through the mist. It is obviously not a normal human being.

is a ghost.

The female cultivator who was pierced by the ghost's palm couldn't wail at all, because his neck had already shown an extremely strange curvature.

The ghost threw the corpse in the flower field, and the blood flashed in the mist, and its scarlet eyes swept towards the three of them.

Sanhun hurriedly protected Song Hui'an and said: "The situation has changed, so don't move."

But I saw a dying voice coming from beside the ghost: "Quick... run..."

This voice is very familiar, because before entering the fairy tomb, this person had talked to them a lot.

It was Qu Zhengming.