Dressed as a cannon fodder

Peach petals floated in from the window and fell on the book, covering a few words lightly.

Meng Yunchi flicked the petals and twisted them down on the bed. Not long after, Dongfei, who went wild in the peach forest, let out a long cry, and began to cry high and low, which was very disturbing.

Min Hangyuan was in a light sleep, and after being woken up, he opened his eyes to see that the people around him were still there, rubbed his eyes and said, "What's wrong with Dong Fei?"

"I don't know," Meng Yunchi pinned his long hair that hung down to his forehead behind his ears, "either he fell into a pit and couldn't jump out, or he climbed a tree and dared not come down."

After all, Dong Fei has been seriously overweight recently.

Min Hangyuan smiled, his gaze wandered out of the window, and he retracted it after a while, "Would you like to take a look?"

"Well..." Meng Yunchi leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips, "It's okay, if no one pays attention to it after barking for a long time, it will? Try to be self-reliant..."

The two lips touched each other, tossing gently, Meng Yunchi's long quilt was lifted, and the opened plain brocade quilt fell down one after another, completely covering the figures of the two people inside. After a long time, the brocade quilt was finally lifted, and the two of them His lips were all red from being bitten by the other party. Meng Yunchi rubbed Min Hangyuan's blood-red lower lip with his fingertips, leaned over and touched his messy hair, and told him softly: "Wait for me a while? Fly, come right back."

Min Hangyuan leaned back, and removed the scroll on his back, Zhi Yi squinted his eyes and smiled, "Come back soon."

Meng Yunchi closed his eyes, exhaled lightly, turned around and went out to find Dong Fei who was still screaming in the peach forest.

The forest was very big, and after going out, he realized that Dong Fei's voice could not be distinguished from where it came from. He held his forehead, listened carefully, and recognized that the call came from the west, so he lifted his feet and walked to the west.

He thought about it while walking, and couldn't help feeling that the road seemed a bit far away? However, the sound of the fox's cry was getting closer, Meng Yunchi quickened a few steps, and suddenly saw a figure tied to a tree around the corner.

Dong Fei was tied up and hung upside down on the peach tree. As soon as he saw him, he screamed loudly, his face full of anxiety.

Meng Yunchi made a judgment in his heart, cut out a spirit blade with one finger, broke the rope that bound Dong Fei, picked it up by the back of his neck with five fingers, and jumped out with all his strength, driving back to the demon. Palace to go.

Dong Fei was lifted just like that, his face suddenly changed, his body shape changed, his red eyes became sharper and his fangs grew sharper, and he transformed into a long-necked, slender-legged and terrifying monster in the black mist Looking like a beast, he turned his head and opened his mouth to bite Meng Yunchi.

This is not Dongfei.

Meng Yunchi reacted extremely quickly, backhanded? Throwing him away, a sword light flashed in his right hand, and he cut the monster that was about to pounce in half, fell to the ground and twitched.

He raised his left hand and looked, only to see that the fingertips of the finger that had held the fake Dongfei were shrouded in a cloud of black mist, and after a while, a strange pattern slowly appeared, moving towards it at an extremely slow speed. Hand? Palm clinging spread.

He frowned, performed the spell, and returned to the magic palace, only to see that the person who had been lying on the bed in the palace was gone, and the light-colored brocade quilt was dazed with dark blood, which was still warm. of.

Meng Yunchi was dizzy for a while, almost fell down, and caught a glimpse of an extra invitation letter on the table.

Signed Tianpin Pavilion.

Feng Jue.

Min Hangyuan's hands were bound and he was half-hanging up, his head hung down silently, his wet trouser legs stained his feet with blood.

The day of delivery was approaching, and his movements were hindered. Even a man with a sky-high cultivation would be affected by such a stomach, but he had already sensed that someone was sneaking up from behind, but his bulky body couldn't react.

Feng Jue saw that the blood pooled at his feet seemed to be more and more inclined, touched his chin and said, "Should I feed you some? What about the elixir? What if you die halfway through?"

Min Hangyuan hadn't moved for a long time, and after a while, he slightly raised his eyes, and looked at him with some difficulty, without saying a word.

Feng Jue reckoned that he had no strength to speak, and after thinking for a while, he took out a hemostatic pill from his sleeve, pinched his chin with his hands and stuffed the pill in half forcefully, although he didn't know if it would work. .

Feng Jue sighed.

He was too jealous of Min Hangyuan, so it was a big deal? He just didn't expect that the other party was about to give birth and he couldn't fight back. Instead, he was going to kill half of this person, and he didn't know if he could last until Meng Yunchi came. .

With so much blood, I don't know if the child in the womb can be saved.

Feng Jue scratched his head, "I'm really sorry, Mr. Meng," he said to himself, "I didn't mean it either."

A cloud of black mist suddenly appeared from the sky, and Langyue's figure stepped out of it, and landed lightly: "What's on purpose?" He asked, "Did you feed him the elixir?"

When Feng Juefu saw him, his expression became a bit stiff: "...it's nothing."

Langyue walked around Minhangyuan, pointed to the pool of blood on the ground: "It's so tragic."

Feng Jue fell silent: "Yes."

But Langyue smiled lightly, "This is better, I don't believe he can hold back after seeing this scene."

Min Hangyuan's eyes slowly closed, Yue Mo didn't want to hear them talking? Or maybe he had no energy at all.

Seeing that the aura of the hanged person was getting weaker, the closed door was finally broken open by someone's sword. Meng Yunchi stood at the door with his sword in hand, his long hair fluttering, and looked up at them.

"My lord," Langyue said with a smile, "you are finally here." He lowered his eyes and sighed softly, "Why didn't you bring the Tongchen sword?"

After all, Tongchen is specially used to deal with earth ghosts.

When Min Hangyuan heard the movement, his fingers trembled slightly, and his lips moved slightly.

Meng Yunchi didn't say a word to him, raised his sword and attacked him, seeing the long sword swung towards Langyue's neck with relentless force, but was stopped by someone abruptly raising the sword on the way.

Feng Jue used all his strength, flicked his sword back and forth, and met him with one blow.The two clashed instantly, dust and smoke rose everywhere, and the figure was so fast that even Langyue couldn't see clearly.

Langyue clapped her palms and smiled, "How does your lord feel? I specially trained this person, not to mention that Cheng Huazong Yunhua Sword Master, even the old Fengxi thief who is full of dark wounds may not be able to defeat him." Pass."

"Zhaoyingmen was originally a sect I founded. I originally took in some children who were compatible with ghosts for other purposes. I don't want this small sect to be involved in sectarian struggles even though it has been unknown until now? It was destroyed in the middle of the world, and there is only such a useless seedling with disabled legs." He seemed a little happy, and his voice kept saying: "I never thought that this child has an excellent physique, and he can be integrated with so many ghosts. Call me Surprised."

As soon as his words fell, the black energy in Feng Jue's hand was filled with black energy, spreading and attaching to the sword body, carrying a gloomy and cold air, each sword was superimposed, and there were thousands of ghost screams hidden in the sound of the sword , there is actually a faint shadow of the same dust.

When the two swords collided, there was a loud clang, and the spiritual pressure that had been accumulated due to the confrontation between the two suddenly lightened, and the sword in Meng Yunchi's hand was broken in two by the opponent's sword.

Meng Yunchi took advantage of the situation and used the critical strike that had already accumulated in the other hand, opened the distance between the two, looked at Feng Jue and said, "Are you willing to be used by him like this?"

"So what if you are willing, so what if you are not willing," Feng Jue said, "Sir, do you still remember that I once said my purpose for opening Tianpin Pavilion."

"Zhaoyingmen takes in the abandoned orphans. Although the purpose is not pure, it at least gives us a shelter. Everyone inside is my family, relatives and friends," he said slowly: "But because we are weak, Just like that, I was swallowed under the torrent called sectarian struggle, and I was left to live alone in the world."

"I have no big ambitions. I don't want to change anything during this trip. I just want my relatives, friends and family."

He looked at Langyue at the side, and continued: "And he said that he can resurrect the dead in the Zhaoyingmen."

Meng Yunchi frowned: "You have been cheated."

"Whether he lied or not, I have only one way to choose. After all, I can stand up from the wheelchair only because of him." Feng Jue looked at him, and suddenly said: "Mr. Meng, did I say However, in fact, my dead friend was born with a three-point resemblance to you, although it is not as magnificent as Mr. Tianman. His appearance is unparalleled." He raised his sword slowly and pointed at Meng Yunchi: "So when I point the tip of the sword at you like this, there will always be a little guilty."

Although this guilt is not enough to make him stop the sword in his hand.

With the power of thousands of thunderclaps gathered under his hands, he raised his sword without hesitation and slashed at Meng Yunchi fiercely, there was no way to avoid it.

The sound of the long sword piercing into the flesh suddenly sounded.

Feng Jue looked back in astonishment, only to see that Min Hangyuan, who was half-hanging up and dying, was holding the Tongchen Sword in his hand, and the other end of the sword had already sunk into Langyue's chest.

His face was indifferent, and his figure was gradually covered by a rising black mist. After a while, the black mist dissipated, and Min Hangyuan turned into Meng Yunchi. The pool of blood on the ground was nothing but the blood from cutting his own thigh. , They just hid it from them.

"You are Meng Yunchi!" Feng Jue suddenly turned his head to look at Meng Yunchi behind him: "Then you are—" Before he could say a word, he felt a severe pain in his right arm, and his right hand holding the sword was manipulated by someone using his fingers as a sword It just shaved off and landed on the ground twitching.

'Meng Yunchi' grasped his throat with five fingers, his face and figure slowly changed, a pair of amber vertical pupils looked down at him from top to bottom, and his voice was cold: "Look who I am."

Feng Jue struggled to speak: "Min... Xingyuan... you—"

He looked down, but saw that Min Hangyuan's abdomen was flat and his belt was tight, so there was not even a slight bulge.

"you--"

Min Hangyuan exerted force with five fingers, and was about to break his neck bone in the next moment, but Langyue suddenly called out: "Wait a minute."

Meng Yunchi frowned, and sent Tongchen to his chest a little more, Langyue coughed up a mouthful of blood, suddenly smiled, and said to Min Hangyuan: "Your Excellency still hope? Please be merciful, after all, your master's life, It's still in my hand."

Min Hangyuan's hand suddenly loosened with all his strength, and he looked up at the two of them: "What—"

"Don't listen to his nonsense," Meng Yunchi's hand pointed the long sword straight, piercing Langyue's chest and bringing out a series of bloody flowers, "Don't hesitate!"

Langyue covered the hole in her heart and fell to the ground, coughing and laughing: "You...cough cough...don't forget, before sealing the formula...but I fed you...cough...a...hemostatic pill of."

"Shut up!" Meng Yunchi stabbed him fiercely on the neck in the next moment to stop him from speaking, rubbed his body and ran towards Min Hangyuan, loudly: "Slay?! Don't listen to his nonsense!"

Min Hangyuan's eyes were full of Meng Yunchi's approaching figure, and he opened his mouth: "Master——"

puff.

He saw Meng Yunchi shrinking his pupils, opening his mouth slightly as if about to say something, his thin black hair was flying in the air, and he stretched out his hand towards him.

——Min Hangyuan's instinct to fight back was completed almost instantly, and the seal formula had been divided into several fragments in the blink of an eye, and disbelief was written in the scarlet berserk eyes.

Min Hangyuan took out the whole hand that had pierced through his chest in a sneak attack, threw it casually, and covered the bloody hole in his chest.

Meng Yunchi pounced on him, touched several big holes on his body, took out the pill from the ring with a pale face and stuffed it into his mouth, "Swallow it, swallow it quickly."

Min Hangyuan swallowed the elixir mixed with the blood surging from his mouth, and said in a muddy voice, "It's okay, it's okay, Master..." He held the other's cold right hand that was shaking like chaff: "It's okay..."

Meng Yunchi was short of breath, talking intermittently? None of the voices seemed to be able to fall into place: "I said...don't...listen to his nonsense, the hemostatic pill is...not poisonous...not poisonous..."

"I know, I know," Min Hangyuan followed his back, seeing that the man's golden pupils were startled, he lowered his voice as much as possible, and swallowed the blood in his throat: "It's okay, it's not a serious injury, Healable..."

"How..." Meng Yunchi's face was unbelievably pale, and he looked more like a seriously injured person than him. He probed his hand with his fingers? There was a pulsation between his wrist and neck: "Is it better? Has the bleeding stopped? Where is it still?" There are wounds..."

Min Hangyuan patted his head and pulled him into his arms, "Well, the bleeding has stopped and stopped."

Meng Yunchi held his breath and went to feel the beating in his neck. When he noticed the slow but still rhythmic beating, he felt his whole body go limp, and he almost couldn't stand still.

In the distance, Langyue fell to the ground and had already died due to excessive blood loss, with a bit of madness remaining in his eyes. Meng Yunchi slowed down in his arms for a long time, then withdrew with a cold face, and walked towards Langyue holding the Tongchen sword. After a long time, he came back covered in blood, stretched out his hand to Min Hangyuan, his eyes were full of concentration: "Let's go, we're going back."

Min Hangyuan didn't look at the bloody mess that had been cut beyond recognition, he just put his hand on Meng Yunchi's palm: "En."

Tianpin Pavilion was destroyed beyond recognition due to the confrontation, and there was no one in Jinyang City. They had fled before that. The two walked alone among the rubble for a long time, and stopped at the city gate.

The outskirts of the city were full of sect monks who were attracted by this confrontation. They all stood in one place, and many of them were leaders of various sects. They all looked at the two remaining blood-stained people in the city.

Demonic, evil, evil dragon.

Everyone gets it and kills it?

Meng Yunchi was cold and exhausted, with an indifferent expression, looking up at the monks in the crowd who were about to move, a sneer appeared on his lips.

He had never shown such an expression.

Min Hangyuan didn't know what to think, he looked up for a while, then jumped up suddenly, the roar of the tiger and the roar of the dragon rose up from the ground, transforming into a huge original shape, biting the monk who rushed out of the crowd in an attempt to keep the rhythm , tilting his head, the monk was thrown on the ground by him and sank deeply into the ground. His muscles and bones were broken and he couldn't even utter half a word. He trembled for a moment and then died.

Standing on the opposite side of Wanzong, his original shape was unrestrained, his long beard fluttered, and his amber pupils glowed with a cool color. The huge black dragon protected Meng Yunchi under his body, exhaled like a rainbow, and crossed the Jinyang city gate. Dare to stand alone.

Some of the monks in the crowd retreated, their scalps were numb, and it was difficult to estimate the gap between themselves and the other party, so they retreated secretly.

Keel is precious, but life is more important.

"There are so many people in my power, why are you afraid of him!"

"It's just a mere magic dragon. Wasn't it our defeater ten thousand years ago?"

"But they are so strong..."

"Shut up! Don't grow others' aspirations and destroy your own prestige."

Someone weakly said: "There are so many people around only two people but still rely on shouting to boost their morale, is there any prestige at all?"

"Hey fellow daoist, don't take me with you if you are bragging. I just noticed that there is something going on here and came to take a look. I have no intention of doing anything."

"I also think...it's like an infighting in the devil world. What does this have to do with us?"

"Fellow Daoist is right, this battle looks like an infighting in the devil world."

"So we have nothing to do at all, come and see what's going on."

"Then...how about breaking up?"

The crowd rustled for a moment, and some cultivators who had nothing to do with themselves quietly mixed in the crowd and dispersed.

"..."

Someone shouted: "Everyone! This is the devil dragon! The evil men of the devil world have always done all kinds of evil. If we let them go today, when and where will they do evil again next time. As a cultivator of the righteous sect, I should use Mo Wei Dao, who takes the lead to show the morality of the sect, how can he shrink back because of the mere words of the cowards!"

"Okay, then you go."

"..."

The crowd quieted down, and the monk who had just been intensely inflamed was as quiet as a chicken.

Min Hangyuan watched the farce, squinted his eyes, and took a step forward, but saw the crowd take a big step back.

Some people didn't retreat, and they came forward with a loud voice, holding on to the magic weapon, shouting Qiqi and flying towards Minhang.

However, before Min Hangyuan could make a move, someone rushed to block the attack with a sword: "Wait a minute."

Everyone took a look, if this person is Song Jiangli or who else.

So the muzzle was turned around.

"Why does the peak master protect that monster!"

"Could it be that the peak master and that monster are together?"

"What is the meaning of the peak master's move!"

Everyone looked up at him to give an explanation, but they saw that Song Jiangli of Cheng Hua Zong Renhua Peak was stunned by this series of questions, looked up to look over there, and suddenly smiled: "That's right, we are all together. of."

Today, I finally found a chance to stand with you.

How can I throw it away.

"Is the peak master bewitched by that monster?"

"It must be!"

Someone was furious: "Please wake up the peak master, please take a closer look, who else in the cultivation world will stand beside the monsters? Monsters are used to influence people's hearts, please check your Dao heart, whether it is shaken at all, There is a tendency to go mad!"

Someone said faintly: "There is still me."

The crowd was surprised for a moment, and suddenly fell silent.

Fengxi Yujian came, and the people arrived before the sound. He put away and landed lightly with the lightsaber, and every move interpreted what it means to bully frost and snow, with a noble temperament.

The person who was still arguing loudly suddenly lost his voice.

Standing in plain clothes, Feng Xi only saw the person under the protection of the black dragon, "Yun Chi."

Meng Yunchi's expression did not fluctuate, and he let out a breath slowly: "I used to wonder whether this world was worth it for me to do this, to seal the breath door in my body, to imprison myself in the devil world for so long, but still have to be attacked by thousands of people "He spoke slowly, but the words were clearly heard in Fengxi's ears, "you are arrogant and full of prejudice, not only massacred my innocent compatriots, but also stepped on the bones of my subordinates to become famous, there are thousands of people in the cultivation world , but they all unite against me, a demon palace that only adds up to a few thousand people, and randomly place first-class groundless fabrications on my head to covet the keel, which is in vain for righteousness."

"Fengxi, tell me, is it worth it?"

"People's hearts are ugly," Meng Yunchi suddenly laughed: "But why are we the ones who bear the infamy? Have we done anything outrageous?"

There are indeed many low-level monsters in the demon world who have not yet developed their spiritual intelligence. They often sneak to the human world to occupy territories. He does not deny that the demon world? Control every monster so that you can stay in the demon world quietly and dutifully.

This is like asking the monarch of a country to control all irrational beasts in his own territory to stay in his own territory obediently, not running, intruding, or hunting for food, and just stay like this until he dies.

This is simply not possible.

"The unique spiritual mountains and beautiful waters in the cultivation world belong to you, and the rare treasures in the polar wilderness in the demon world belong to you. In the name of speaking and righteousness, you have used it thoroughly. You can point the sword in your mouth and the knife in your belly at whomever you want. Why is it that all the cheap things in this world have been taken up by your so-called righteous way of the cultivation world?"

Feng Xi looked at him with calm and gentle eyes: "It won't happen in the future."

"There are thousands of attitudes in the world made up of the heart's will, and you can't guarantee it for anyone," Meng Yunchi put away all the expressions on his face, and said lightly: "I just want to tell you here, the matter of the demon world and the Ximen, From now on, I won't be able to care anymore, whoever piles on his head will be counted as his. So far, there are so many grievances and grievances, not to mention who is completely indifferent to who, I just hope that we can have nothing to do with each other again in the future. .”

Again? Nothing to do.

Feng Xi's hand hidden in his sleeve? There was an invisible tremor.

Meng Yunchi looked up at the black dragon who was protecting him from head to toe, his eyes softened, and he said softly, "Ah Yuan, let's go."

With a whistling sound, the black dragon held Meng Yunchi in its palm, and with a gust of wind, it flew away in the air, gradually entering the sky.

Feng Xi bit his lips until he bled, but he still couldn't say that.

He turned around and looked at the crowd, his eyes returned to indifference, fluttering like a heartless and speechless fairy: "Let's go, how long do we have to see? Do you really want to kill demons?"

He absent-mindedly summoned Heguang, released his coercion, and suppressed all the monks present so that no one could lift his head. His voice was neither soft nor heavy: "If anyone wants to get his idea, get past me first!" Let’s talk about this.”

The gesture of being the king of all beings and ants is vividly displayed in the words spoken by this casual sword.

Anyway? How should I put it, he is still the No.1 of the ten thousand sects, the immortal respected by thousands of people, Fengxi.

"arrive."

Meng Yunchi opened his eyes, only to find that this is not a magic palace. "Where is this?"

Min Hangyuan changed back into a human form, dressed in black, and said with a smile, "Master, guess?"

The two took a step, and the scene in front of them suddenly changed. The waves of Qingwen lake came into view, and the wild flowers all over the mountains were in full bloom. Turning from the winding path, you can see a small wooden house at the end, with wind chimes under the eaves In jingle bells.

This is the secret place where they once stayed alone.

Min Hangyuan took two steps forward, and said to Meng Yunchi, "Master, come with me."

He led the people through the mountains dotted with brilliant wildflowers and foxtails, pushed open the small wooden door, and slowly sat down on the wooden chair by the door. He propped his chin on the table and whispered to Meng Yunchi: "Master, go in." Take a look, it's inside."

Meng Yunchi's heart almost jumped out: "What about you?"

Min Hangyuan's voice gradually lowered: "I'm afraid I can't help it. I'll go there after Master has seen it." He said, "Wait for me for a while? It'll be fine soon, Master quickly." go..."

Meng Yunchi pushed the door open, and the bed they used to sleep came into view.

Something on the bed was wrapped in a blanket and placed beside the bed, bulging into a small ball.

Meng Yunchi's whole heart trembled, and he walked over cautiously, hugged the thing gently with strength, and opened the wrapped blanket layer by layer.

There is an egg in it.

A dusty dragon egg just big enough for him to hold in his arms.

He and Minhangyuan's children.

A drop of water fell on the eggshell. Meng Yunchi lowered his head and frantically wiped off the water, but drops kept falling, so he stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes.

When they kissed together in the magic palace earlier, they had already noticed that someone was secretly watching. He pulled up the brocade quilt and exchanged figures with Min Hangyuan. The one who went out to look for Dongfei in the beginning was the real Min Hangyuan.

But he was "arrested" by Feng Jue, taking this opportunity to allow Min Hangyuan to come here through the gap, cut out their child and put it in place before going to rescue him alone.

This child was born prematurely, and the early hatching required extreme care.Meng Yunchi took out a handkerchief from his pocket, slowly and carefully wiped off all the blood on the eggshell, then put it on the bed and waited quietly for Min Hangyuan.

However, the other party did not come in for a long time.

Meng Yunchi moved his fingers slightly, stood up with a somewhat stiff body, pushed the door and walked out.

Min Hangyuan still propped his chin on the table and closed his eyes, his movements remained unchanged.

Meng Yunchi squatted down beside him and touched his face with his hands.

Min Hangyuan slipped his hand, and the whole person fell towards him like this, and fell into his arms.

He was not breathing, had no pulse.

He let him go to the house to see the child by himself, and then he died quietly on a chair outside the house.

The pulse that Meng Yunchi forcibly mobilized with spiritual power when he took the pulse at the beginning was finally completely cold at this moment, with the temperature merged into the bone marrow, so cold that Meng Yunchi's heart trembled.

He hugged Min Hangyuan's upper body and wanted to stand up, but he lost his strength and staggered and fell down with him. Meng Yunchi subconsciously used his palm to protect the other's head that was about to hit the corner of the table, his expression blank.

He doesn't understand why God treats him like this, it seems that he always has countless tribulations and tortures for his long life, from heaven to hell in an instant, probably nothing more than that.

He was dazed for a long time, until Meng Yunchi felt that his limbs were numb. He carried Min Hangyuan into the room and put him on the bed. Wherever he touched his black clothes were covered with blood, Min Hangyuan's black clothes had already been covered with blood. Soaked, he'd walked with him for so long without seeing it in the slightest.

Meng Yunchi took off the skirt of his body and touched it inch by inch with his fingertips. He saw the hideous bloody opening on his abdomen that he had cut open with a knife, and also saw the bloody hole in his chest that was entangled in his heart. There was the poison that spread from his left hand? Fingertips all the way to the shoulder, neck, waist and abdomen, and the strange pattern was exactly the same as the pattern on Langyue's face.

This poison should have been cast on him by Langyue.

Meng Yunchi looked at it for a long time with a numb face, then slowly leaned down, and touched the tip of his nose with his lips: "You said in the end that you told me to wait for you... I will? Wait for you, wait and wait until you wake up Moment."

"So Ayuan," Meng Yunchi's voice was so soft that it was close to a whisper, slow and charming, but there were layers of growing despair hidden underneath: "You must wake up early, okay, ah Far……"

No one answered him.

Meng Yunchi raised his head, but there was no light in his eyes anymore.

In the depths of Chenghuazong's Forbidden Valley, the seal of the Inner Breathing Gate was broken silently, and the mutilated bodies in the ruins of Tianpin Pavilion were picked and pieced together by a young man, and they healed into a human form.

Langyue opened her eyes and sat up under Wen Yin's gaze.

Ah, it's finally here...