My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

When Jun An was pushed into the prison cell, he hit his head against the wall with too much force, and there was a loud bang, and he was pushed staggeringly even if he couldn't remember it, so he hurried over to help him. He unlocked it and left without even looking at them.

He didn't leave a word, and didn't let any possible complaints come out. Everyone's eyes were shyly withdrawn, so no one noticed the blue waves that were lying on the ground alone.

The blue color wrapped around the entire sword body, and the spiritual waves vibrated, the color was strong and unrestrained, as if he was about to transform into a person right under his nose.However, it only wandered around for a short while, perhaps because no one noticed it, and its arrogance was almost extinguished.

"Are you okay?" Nan Xiaohui supported Jun'an's arm with one hand, and rested his other hand on his palm. In front of his eyes, after venting, Jun'an seemed like a deflated rubber ball, unable to bounce up. , the loneliness in his eyes can be seen.

Jun An didn't seem to want to say anything, but shook his head weakly, pulled out his hands and leaned against the wall, feeling depressed.

He was unwilling to be captured like this, but he didn't seem to have the strength and ability to run back to Wuyanguan again, without face or courage.

I am not as skilled as others, do I have to stand in front of my blood relatives and admit my incompetence?

It's cowardly to think like this, but at this moment, he can only lie here and sigh for pity.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Nan Xiaohui asked in a low voice. He hoped that Jun'an could express the resentment in his heart, because it might make him feel better.

"We went to Wuyanguan, Evilman Bridge, and then saw the Martyrdom Stone. They were holding a stone in their hands, and they were performing a ceremony..." Xiaohui helped him to sort out the mess of thoughts slowly, although he was careless , but it was helping him to calm down, think about what to say next, and tell himself what happened.

"Insatiable Level--"

Jun An choked his voice and uttered three words. He raised his eyes, tears filled his eyes all the time, and the forbearance under his pupils vaguely appeared.

"I saw the Hualing Orb." Junan paused for a while before saying, "The Hualing Orb is a kind of spiritual weapon exclusively refined by me in Chaoqiu. It can be detected by the color of the person being tested. This is humane."

Junan mentioned the color, and Nan Xiaohui thought of the colorful smoke he saw when Junan lost control.

"Hua Lingzhu is easy to use, it only needs a little effort to make it work, and those stones hit it..."

What follows is understandable without saying anything.

Just hit it like that...

Chaoqiu is specialized in refining weapons, they have produced forging wizards from generation to generation, 360 lines of ancient spirits pop up like small bamboo shoots every year, and every once in a while they shock the whole martial arts world big killer.

Usually, forging this kind of killing weapon consumes more mind than ordinary people, so occasionally in order to adjust this tense state of nerves, these gods and men will practice some small things to relieve boredom when they have nothing to do. Hua Lingzhu was born in this state .

The material is simple, made of glass, small and exquisite, rich in color, does not take up space, and it is not lethal to play with; Hit him with the Spirit Bead, and after seeing the color change, he laughed wildly and laughed wildly.

It can be seen from this that, apart from inciting the chasing and fighting between the same sect, Hua Lingzhu has no other outstanding effects.

Of course, things that are often inconspicuous always play a great role when they are not noticed.

The Hualing Orb is fun and harmless, and almost everyone in Chaoqiu's disciples carries one or two on them, and it has become a status symbol in the dark.

Jun An is Chao Qiu's disciple, how could he fail to recognize Hua Lingzhu.

The rarest color of the Linghua Orb is red, followed by gold, because usually the person who can get these two colors by the Linghua Orb means that the person is amazing.

But in Chaoqiu, who else can reach such a level of spiritual law except Jun Zhining?

If Junan hadn't been injected with the news that his relatives might die in advance, then when he saw a ray of gold rising from the ground, he wouldn't have hinted that "that's his father".

A person hasn't been home for a long time, and one day he suddenly came back. The original familiar homeland did not see his relatives, and a sudden change happened in it, which made people think wildly.

So, is Jun An's family all dead?He was buried in Wuyanguan, a place where it is said that wicked people are everywhere and cursed and cast aside for generations.

If one dies at the end of one's life and lives a smooth life, one will die without any regrets; but if one dies unexpectedly and is given a notorious name, the world will not understand it, and the infamy will last forever.

Nan Xiaohui was dumbfounded and opened his mouth. At this moment, what he said was boring.

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On the other side, in Li Shangnian's dark room, Yan Zhou's golden wings died down, and he was lying listlessly on the corner of the table by the wall. The tighter it is, the longer it is, and the blood is not flowing, the more you don't want these hands.

After being locked up for two days, Li Shangnian didn't drink a single drop of water, his mouth was so dry that his skin peeled off, and his old good looks were wiped out in just two days.

Fortunately, he is not a mortal, regardless of his magical skills, he still has one life, and he will not die so soon, and Li Shangnian will not let him die.

The candles in the dark room flickered and flickered, and the dancing flames reflected on the white wall above the head, flashing and flashing, like a ghost watching a joke, and sometimes like a giant mouth screaming in blood.

This room is extremely quiet, no sound can escape the silence here, Yan Zhou didn't move at all, he didn't know whether it was day or night outside.

Breathing was slow and slender under control, Yan Zhou's chest rose and fell only once in a while, he leaned there, eyes closed, a few strands of hair scattered along his chin, some slipped across his forehead, covering his long hair On the curled eyelashes, it did not cause the slightest trembling.

Yan Zhou's complexion is that kind of cold white, no matter whether he opens his eyes or closes them, the chill is permeable, even the yellowish candlelight can't melt his inherent coldness, he is like a lifeless puppet, surrounded by bubbles. In the still water and silent cold pool, it looks like a fetus curled up in the mother's womb, pure and innocent, without contending with the world.

It was only during this death-like silence that Yan Zhou could relax a little bit, and carefully recall certain times.

He knelt and sat in the darkness, only a beam of light above his head obliquely shrouded him.

In the endless blackness like the deep sea, there came a voice that seemed to be asking him.

Have you figured out what to do?To die or to live on?

In this world, anyone who talks about life and death can never escape this eternal problem.It seems to be a multiple-choice question, with the left hand holding life and the right hand holding death.If a person is in a desperate situation, and there is a cliff ahead, and the road back is full of thorns, he has reached the point of seeking life and death.

A step forward is death, but a retreat is hard work.

In the seemingly simple choices, there are often hidden entanglements of powerless struggle.

Is life without love really life without love? There are relatives and friends around, laughter and singing to wine, which one is not worth nostalgia for? There are so many beautiful things in the world that live with pain, joy and heart The broken and staggered advances are equally dazzling.

Looking back for a hundred years, the heart, bitterness and sweetness are all treasures. How can one abandon them in one's life?

Looking away from the unrestrained literati and poets, the idle people who are refined from the world, their lives are only a hundred years old, and they are happy every day. Drinking and chatting songs are of course the first choice for the rest of their lives.

But when it comes to Yan Zhou, things seem to have become a lot more complicated.

Life is short for dozens of years, but what if life lasts for 10 years?

If bitterness and sweetness are not intertwined, one day the heart is happy and leisurely, and a hundred thousand days and nights are all asceticism?

Ordinary people can see the past with a little more thought, and the clouds are calm and the wind is light.Because a lifetime is only such a long time, and the troubles are forgotten with the reincarnation of closing the eyes, who will remember the past and future?

A heart knot is not just a matter hanging on the heart, it is like a bright red heart hanging above the swamp, after the accumulation of wind and dust, the silt has accumulated layer after layer, it beats on the swamp for three thousand years After a long time, I gradually stopped beating, and thousands of years passed, and I was pulled out and tortured in the memories again and again. In the end, this heart was covered with a thick layer of mud, hard, smelly, and outsiders could not feel it. I don't know if it's alive or dead, if it's still beating after it's opened, if it still has the warmth it had before...

Want to live, want to regain the old, want to see that person, want that kind of heart.

If you want to die, you want to just go with the flow, don't chase after the past, and this life is over, because regardless of human beings, gods and ghosts, after death, they are gone.

Yan Zhou made an agreement with the old man in prison, he and Li Shangnian will die first, Li Shangnian is the old man's obsession, he is a demon, Yan Zhou also has his own hurdles, he feels that he is very similar to the old man, the fate of the old man It can be used as a reference for your own destiny. If Li Shangnian is killed by the old man, it means that the old man should not die; But when it's your turn, it's time to go.

Whether you like it or not.

Yan Zhou fell into a vicious circle of self-"punishment". He wanted to find out what happened to the phoenix species in the God Realm at that time, and he also wanted to know the whereabouts of Xue Huan who was promised. , and Xue Huan once again, talk about the love of the year.

These are all his thoughts, but these thoughts cannot be completed at once. They pay attention to the order, first come first, first come first, the first come first, the others have to give way.

One cannot be greedy, so one thing must always be accomplished.

Perhaps, his return this time can only accomplish this.

As for the beautiful reunion in my heart, I can only leave a hypothesis, because imagination is always better than reality.

If Xue Huan fell in love with someone else, or didn't plan to get to know himself well at all, it would be so embarrassing, Yan Zhou thought.

As everyone knows, this thought is called escape.

Although in the bottom of his heart, he never realized that the bet he made with the old man in prison made him a coward who didn't want to face it and escaped from reality.

He doesn't know, he still can't see his heart clearly.

He also couldn't see through his day and night being turned upside down and being alone for 10 years.