The original misunderstood me! ! !

Yin Changli did not stop him.

He seemed to be an observer floating on the sidelines, narrowing his eyes slightly, savoring and admiring the tragic image he had created with his own hands.

And when Wen Yue threw himself in front of Yu Zheyuan, he realized that he hadn't missed the air, but touched a still warm body.

The blood was sticky and covered his hands. He could even touch Yuzheyuan's wet bloody clothes, long hair covered in blood, cold hair, and green fingers...

Is this also an illusion?? !

Wen Yue was stunned.

As if guessing what Wen Yue was thinking, a figure suddenly appeared in mid-air, and Yin Changli took a step forward, revealing his figure.

"You're not mistaken." Yin Changli said calmly, "The one in front of you is Yu Zheyuan."

Wen Yue's lips trembled, and a terrifying suspicion suddenly rose in his heart.

The next moment, as if to confirm his conjecture, Yin Changli stretched out his hand and grasped it vaguely, a long black sword appeared in his palm.

"Master, I miss him very much." Yin Changli approached the sword step by step, "So? Let him go through everything again in the Soul Eater Cauldron."

"..."

Yin Changli stopped beside Yu Zheyuan, bowed his head and stared at him quietly, thinking of the reason why he left this child alive in the first place.

It's like watching a little bird grow its wings in your own hands, trusting yourself wholeheartedly, and letting your own hands choke its throat and fold its wings.

What should the little bird do? Live?

"But I regret it a little now." Yin Changli sighed.

He ignored Wen Yue who was on the side. In fact, in the Soul Eater Cauldron, everyone is his plaything. Wen Yue couldn't even move at the moment, so he could only open his eyes wide to witness Yu Zheyuan's death in his hands. under the sword.

"I will send you the last journey for the teacher."

Yin Changli hooked his finger slightly, and the long sword hung high above Yu Zheyuan's heart following his will. After a pause for a second, he stabbed down suddenly.

Wen Yue's liver and gallbladder were torn apart: "No——!!!"

Situ Yi had no spiritual power, and facing the Tongtian Sect, the long sword in his hand was directly thrown out.

With his bare hands, he was no match for Chan Yi and the others, except for dodging in embarrassment, he couldn't even fight back.

A Catholic believer saw the timing and slapped him. Situ Yi was powerless to resist, so he flew out and smashed hard on the mountain wall.

"boom--!"

Situ Yi was slapped into the stone wall by that palm, his throat was sweet, and his internal organs were all overturned.

But before he could swallow the blood gushing from his throat, another wave of attack was close at hand. Chan Yi ordered others to besiege Situ Yi, and he held up the sky-gang pestle and walked towards Luo Yu who was hiding aside and had nothing to rely on. go.

Situ Yi: "Miss Yu, be careful!!!"

Luo Yu turned a deaf ear to him, facing Zen Yi who was walking slowly and holding up the heavenly pestle, and desperately took out a short knife from his sleeve, as if hitting a stone with an egg, or a tree with a mayfly.

——This scene is simply too weird.

Situ Yi could see but couldn't touch Luo Yu, but Luo Yu couldn't detect his existence.

At the same time, both of them can see Zenyi and the followers of the Heavenly Sect, and at the same time bear the attack from the Tongtian Sect.

But, aside from the fact that those days taught ordinary believers, wasn't Zenyi imprisoned in the Criminal Law Cave?

Was he released by Yin Changli?Or is everything in front of him an illusion controlled by Yin Changli?

Situ Yi was full of doubts, but the reality did not give him a chance to clear his mind.

The Heavenly Cultists raised their swords and talismans, and launched a stormy attack on Situ Yi.

Situ Yi was struggling left and right, unable to dodge at all, as if a fish on a chopping board faced a sharp knife coming from top to bottom, his clothes were torn and blood gushed out in the blink of an eye.

On the other side, Zen looked at the knife in Luo Yu's hand, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

Tian? The pestle was like a thunderbolt, and it came down with a bang!

"Sister Yu!!!"

Situ Yi didn't know where his strength came from, but he broke through the encirclement at the last moment, and threw himself on Luo Yu under the shadow of swords and swords!

He clearly knew that it was stupid to do so—this "Sister Yu" has no entity, and it is very likely that she is not a real person.

But the body and intuition reacted subconsciously, and helped Luo Yu block the heavy blow from the Tiangang pestle.

"Well!"

The heavenly gang pestle was originally aimed at Luo Yu's head, but because Situ Yi rushed over, he was pushed away at an angle and hit Situ Yi's left arm.

Situ Yi was already bruised and bruised, but he broke through the siege in a hurry to save Luo Yu, and he was wounded even more. He was already at the end of his battle.

This blow was so strong that it almost knocked Situ Yi unconscious.

The left arm was in severe pain, and the bone was instantly shattered.

Situ Yi's eyes went dark, his ears buzzed, wow, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his nose and ears were also swept by the strong wind, and bright red foam gushed out.

Without a cultivation base to protect his body, at this moment he is a mortal comparable to an ant. Even if he faces an ordinary Heavenly cultivator, he has no chance of winning and cannot escape death.

Situ Yi's breathing was burning, his head was covered with blood, and even his vision was dyed bright red.Obviously without a trace of strength, he couldn't even speak, but he still tried his best to squeeze out a ferocious expression, moved his heavy body, and stood in front of Luo Yu, like a kitten that bared its teeth and claws at the end of the road .

... How? Ridiculous.

Zen paused for a moment, expressionlessly raised the Tiangang pestle, and swung it down again!

Situ Yi nervously closed his eyes, thinking that he was about to confess here.

However, the next moment, the cold stone wall behind him was suddenly cut off by something?

—He stuck a warm body on it.

Situ Yi turned around suddenly, and saw the grown-up Luo Yu!

"Don't be afraid." Luo Yu, who was fifteen or sixteen years old, was taller than him, and appeared out of thin air? Now behind him, his left hand wrapped around Situ Yi's waist, and his right hand was raised high, as if it was effortless to support the fall. The sky? Gang pestle, "It's just a dead person."

Situ Yi's eyes were wider than copper bells, and when he opened his mouth, he choked up his mouth full of blood: "Yu... Yumei?!"

"It's me." Luo Yu looked down at him, "...it's okay."

Situ Yi raised his head to look at the heavenly gang pestle that Luo Yu had easily resisted, and looked around at the group of Tongtian believers who were dancing like demons. He was surprised to find that they suddenly stopped moving!

Like waking up from a dream, the clouds and smoke dissipated, and the ghosts and monsters were wiped away by a mysterious hand.Chanyi holding the heavenly pestle, all other members of the Tongtian sect, including the man in black who was tortured to death...all gradually blurred, disappearing before Situ Yi's eyes like a mist.

what on earth is it? !

Situ Yi was pleasantly surprised and inexplicably uncomfortable, and was afraid that everything in front of him was a new trap, so he struggled a bit and asked weakly, "...are you really Yumei?"

Luo Yu: "..."

Luo Yu also put his arms around Situ Yi with his right hand, and buried his head in Situ Yi's shoulder: "Of course."

Their postures at this moment are actually very ambiguous. Luo Yu hugged Situ Yi, and Situ Yi fell into his embrace. He even forgot the pain on his body. He could only smell the faint smell of Luo Yu's body that was flooding all over his body. Cold aroma.

Like a lover? People hug and whisper.

Just for some reason? Luo Yu's embrace was a little hard.Situ Yi didn't bother with this question, feeling a little dizzy? Thinking, Mei Yu actually took the initiative to hug him, and she was still in this posture.

"Sister Yu...you smell so good."

"Well," Luo Yu hugged Situ Yi, lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly because of the wound and the large bloodstain in front of him, "Why are you rushing up?"

Situ Yi:?

He wanted to turn his head, but Luo Yu held it down firmly.

"Let me ask you," Luo Yu maintained his current posture, his voice was stiff and a little weird, "You obviously have no mana, you know? I can't beat it myself, why? Did you rush over just now?"

"..."

"Before that, you knew it? It's dangerous to be held hostage. Why? Why did you take the initiative to replace me?"

"..."

"...Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Uh," Situ Yi didn't know why Luo Yu asked this suddenly, and replied honestly, "I should still be afraid of death, I didn't think so much."

His head became more and more dizzy, and the pain swept over again, bit by bit eating away at Situ Yi's consciousness.He didn't think about it, so he spoke out the thoughts deep in his heart: "Say it, I will protect you."

Luo Yu suddenly tightened his arms.

But Situ Yi didn't want to do that? He was about to pass out—after all, he was being hugged by Yumei, so he had to stay awake!

So he secretly pinched his thigh, and continued to feel dizzy. Looking for a topic: "By the way, sister Yu, what happened just now? Why did Chan Yi and the others disappear?"

"It's Master's formation." Luo Yu paused, and said softly, "Master knows? Yin Changli will definitely come back, sacrifice? Soul Devouring Cauldron, let us repeat the same mistakes, and die after being carefully selected by him? 'past'."

"Ding Zhongding, a dream within a dream." Luo Yu said, "After the master was 'killed', he should have entered another dream."

"So Zen Yi they disappeared, and we stayed in the gap between dreams."

Situ Yi: "..."

Situ Yi didn't understand.

He looked puzzled, coupled with his dirty and bloody face, he looked very miserable, like a wounded and pitiful little tabby cat.

Luo Yu's eyes darkened, and he didn't want to explain to him any more.

What's in his heart? Something hot and strong rolled up, making Luo Yu's heartbeat speed up inexplicably, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

what is that??

Luo Yu doesn't quite understand, all he knows is that at this moment, he wants to do something bad, such as stamping a mark on his own things.

"Ah Yi." Luo Yu stared at Situ Yi quietly, then spoke after a while, and changed his name, "Do you want a reward?"

"...a bigger one." Luo Yu added hoarsely.

Situ Yi's eyes lit up, as if a cat smelled fish? — Reward?

Or something bigger? !

In the past, when he did the right thing to make Yumei happy, Luo Yu would reward him, such as touching his earlobe, scratching his nose, and sometimes pinching his face. The face hurts, but the heart is very sweet.

So what? What's the bigger reward?

Forehead kiss??

Situ Yi casually? Then? What? Thinking about it, his cheeks and neck burned!

Obviously what? He didn't do anything, just said a word, and Situ Yi felt healed up again, and the pain miraculously disappeared again.

His cheeks were hot, and he avoided Luo Yu's staring eyes in embarrassment, thinking to himself, what's the injury?What can I ask him to do if he can get the reward from Yumei? Anything is fine!

His reaction was spotless? It fell into Luo Yu's eyes.

A layer of mist formed in Luo Yu's beautiful eyes, like a seductive whirlpool.

He stared at Situ Yi, smiled, lowered his head, and touched Situ Yi's lips.

Soft, with a slightly sweet smell of blood.

Luo Yu stopped uncontrollably, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it lightly, then slowly left as if lingering, and said in a hoarse voice: "Send you off."

"...!!!"

Situ Yi ascended to heaven in place.