My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

Xue Huan nimbly dodged the danger behind him, the copper thorn flicked his tail and missed the attack, turned in a small circle in mid-air, and stopped on Yu Yanzhou's body.

A figure crawled to Yan Zhou's side in an instant, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his shoulders. After seeing Junxiu's face bruised and bloodstained, Xier's sea of ​​consciousness instantly ignited a fire, and looked angrily at Xue Huan, who was beside him. He shouted, "How dare you hurt him!"

He yelled so loudly that his throat seemed to be cracked, and he felt a little reckless inside. Xue Huan was made guilty by his shouting, as if he had made some huge mistake and was obediently being criticized.

But he wants to ask who is this person?Why does it seem like I know Yan Zhou very well.

The question was pasted behind the two lips, but my feet stopped and my mouth was stuck together, I wanted to think about it, but I still didn't ask it.

Xier didn't even give him time to ask questions, he turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared with Yan Zhou hugging him.

It was too late to rush back to Crow Valley at this time, Xier searched for a suitable place but couldn't find it, so he turned his eyes to the right and saw a forest, so he went straight into it.

He just came back from the Pear Wind Fairy Trail, and visited a few bleak and defeated Taoist temples in the wilderness. These places lost their beliefs and basically lost their popularity. He went in and walked around, and the books he turned to were not missing pages. It is a hand-copied punishment scripture with several layers of dust.The book Yanzhou wants is to record the God Realm, but this book is really hard to find. The God Realm has declined for hundreds of years. It is said that as long as the Daozhuang continues, these holy books can be left behind. If you can't stay, there are many reasons, and you can't explain why.

Fortunately, he was very lucky. Xier passed by a small desert town and met a man who blacksmithed. This man was in his forties. He was a monk when he was a teenager. In addition, he was also responsible for the maintenance of ancient books in Zangshu Pavilion. One year, a group of villains came to Daozhuang. All set on fire.

The man couldn't bear to destroy these books, but he didn't have the ability to save them all. He just hid a few scattered books in his arms and hid in the basement. He didn't come out until the gangsters left. Dead, without a trace of life.

Later, he learned from other places that during that time, no matter if it was an old Taoist village or a newly built Taoist village, they were all robbed, not to mention all people were killed, and books were also specially stolen. There are different opinions in the world, but they don't know why.

Xier borrowed a few ancient books that he had saved from the man, opened them for a few glances, and after just a few glances, he knew why Yan Zhou asked him to find them.

The few ancient books saved by the man went to Qionglan Mountain, where the wind and dew were supposed to be the spirit of all things, but they were described as a place of extreme evil by a few words.

The Sangchi God Realm resides in a place where the aura is at its peak, how could there be a vicious realm?This ancient book is compiled in a decent manner, and it draws a fictional story for Qionglan Mountain - according to legend, at sunset, all the gods are asleep, Qionglan Mountain is turning and the stars are shifting, and there is a phoenix's evil thoughts suddenly rushing to the sky...

Seeing this, Xier stopped reading, he knew it was nonsense.

Along the way, he was thinking about how to tell Yan Zhou about this matter, and he also wanted to ask Yan Zhou what his plan was for this, whether he wanted revenge?But Sangchi is gone, where to seek revenge?

With a stomach full of questions, Xier hurried back, and the person in the impression that he was serious and always had my worst expression didn't see it, but the dying and embarrassed person was sent to his arms.

The breath of the person in his arms was very weak, almost inaudible, Xier's footsteps accelerated, and he was worried that the wind would blow away the breath he had been waiting for a moment.

How did you make yourself like this?

His thoughts were in a hurry, and he didn't care about offending anyone for a moment of irritability, he only wanted to save the person as soon as possible.

He landed in the forest, and gently laid Yan Zhou flat on the ground.

Yan Zhou's eyebrows were closed, his cheeks were bruised and bloodshot, his hair was wet with sweat, and he looked very embarrassed, but his face was calm, without any signs of pain or struggle.

The wound on the abdomen was still bleeding, like Koizumi Yong, unable to stop it.

Xier gathered all his spiritual powers and controlled them in the palm of his hand to heal his injuries. He didn't hesitate at all, he was only worried that if he slowed down, Yan Zhou would lose his life, even though he would die if he tried his best.

Just when he was trying his best, something went wrong in the woods.

This forest was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop, but suddenly there was a gust of dark wind, accompanied by the singing of a bunch of birds, and then ghostly shadows reappeared.

One-eyed Phoenix hid in the woods after Xue Huan left. She thought she was safe, but who would have thought that she would be plotted against by tomb visitors? Wai Da got the one-eyed phoenix right away, and wanted to sit back and enjoy the rewards afterwards, but he was out of luck and failed.

Master Shuang didn't care about the two of them, and he didn't make any money for himself by killing a few monsters, so he left.

She slapped her ass and left without dragging her feet. One-eyed Phoenix was injured because of this, and she was avoiding the tomb-visiter, just in case he sneaked in. Misfortunes never come singly. After she hid for a while, two more people came. It's also her territory. Once here, it's a must to kill one.

It is said that when Da Luo's abacus was wrong, Cyclops thought these two were ordinary mortals, so she caught them and fed them to replenish her strength.

Xier felt this unfriendly aura, he was furious, his subordinates were three points heavier than usual, he turned his head, confiscated the spirit, and caught the one-eyed phoenix's face with precision.

He grabbed her face with five fingers, with cruel force, and instantly sunk five holes in Cyclops' face.

The one-eyed phoenix screamed, saying that you didn't say anything to anyone, and you died in the west.

However, this was not enough, Xier got angry and wanted to kill her directly, but then thought of Yan Zhou, and didn't want to waste this material, maybe it would be useful to him.

So, he brought in the cultivation of the one-eyed phoenix to heal Yan Zhou's wounds.

Little effect.

Xier breathed nervously and quickly, everything around him seemed to slow down, and seemed to merge into a circle, with only the two of them in the middle.

The beating heart cut through everything, Xier's eyes were full of tension.

It's a long time ago, thousands of years ago.That's how Xier kept staring at Yan Zhou. He admired and envied this phoenix who was indifferent to the world. He looked at him and hoped that he could become a character like him in the future. That's what he had always planned. .

The so-called always refers to delusions about beautiful things when you are not ready. Because there is no deadline, you can always look far away.

Xier didn't wait for when he would become like Huang. After waking up once, he heard the news that Huang had betrayed the God Realm. He didn't believe it. Not long after, the Heavenly Palace was destroyed, and there were curses against Huang everywhere above the clouds, and he couldn't see it. Huang, let alone where he is, not long after, Feng Zhong died strangely, escaped from Sangchi by himself, and searched aimlessly for Huang in the lower realm.

The phoenix is ​​an ancient sacred object, and so is the phoenix. The phoenix is ​​similar to the phoenix, but their races are always different.In the past, he fell into a land where demons lived, and was oppressed by those demons for tens of thousands of years. He was imprisoned in a dark prison without seeing the light of day, let alone looking for someone.

But 300 years ago, when he saw Huang again, he smelled that his body was very different from before.Huang's body has the spirit of mountains and rivers, but Yan Zhou's body does not have it.

There is only a strong evil spirit on his body, as if the smell of thousands of rotten bones is piled up all over his body, it is heartbreaking and strange.

The face is still the same.Xier never dared to mention his past in front of him, and occasionally tried to call his name, most of them were beaten half to death, and he didn't know what kind of compassion he had given Yan Zhou, every time Yan Zhou beat Xi'er, he would never really Hit to death.

It's been hundreds of years at least, and Xi'er more or less knows what Huang is doing. He is looking for Fengzhong, his own Fengzhong, and the lingering Xue Huan.

Xue Huan, this name is half jealous and half loathing to Xi Er.

When he was in Qionglan Mountain, he secretly watched two people kissing, and his heart was sour.At that time, I couldn't compare to Xue Huan who recognized it by himself, but now this wolf ruffian came out of nowhere, didn't remember anything, and even hurt his Huang, which made him explode.

Huang Huang has indeed changed, but he is not as invincible as before.He is now in the body of a monster, which looks indestructible on the outside, but in reality he has already been gutted and is just an empty shell.

"If you want to become a monster, the shackles will no longer exist for you. Why do you have to go back to the shackles of the past and let yourself be forever? Wouldn't it be good to go to the forests, mountains and rivers..."

Xi'er threw the used one-eyed phoenix body aside, but the wound still didn't heal, he was extremely angry and sad, and said in a low voice: "The phoenix species is gone, if it's gone, it's gone, what are you looking for!" Silently speaking After a while, he said again: "What is Xue Huan..."

Just as he was venting, Xier quickly caught another strange movement. He moved quickly, without opening or closing his eyebrows, and caught the tomb walker who intruded by mistake.

The little old man was so shady that he turned himself into someone else's nourishment.

Xi'er doesn't care if he can catch one, anyway, Yanzhou himself doesn't pay attention to the balance between good and evil.

After a long time, Xier felt that he had been hollowed out, his eyelids drooped and he was extremely sleepy, and Yan Zhou still showed no signs of waking up.

I have nothing to give him other than this spiritual method that I am not famous for.

At the moment when he closed his eyes, Xier was still thinking about whether he was going to die, whether he would die with Yan Zhou, and then thought about dying, dying in a pit, and sharing the same bed in the next life.

At the last moment when his thoughts died, he thought he was dead.

Xier fell beside Yan Zhou, and from Yan Zhou's bloody abdomen came out several tangled and colorful spiritual powers, which covered Yan Zhou's whole body, flowing, as if awakening him with his own power.

The spiritual power stayed on Yan Zhou's body for a while, and then penetrated into his body again. Afterwards, Yan Zhou's eyes moved, and the copper thorn felt his master wake up, slipped out from behind, and flew happily over him.