God has been dead for 300 years

Huaying pulled out a small box from her bosom, on which there was a sealing spirit, and the inside of the box was hot.

Amidst the golden light, a small blade with serrated teeth was exposed in front of several people, and the tips of the teeth were strange and cold.

Yuan Wei kept the sentence in his mouth, "Fuck your mother's rebellious boy—" Before he finished speaking, he seemed to feel a familiar breath, turned his head to look at Huaying, his lips trembled, and the words he was about to say came to an end abruptly end.

Yili also raised her head to look at Xiaoren, lowered her eyes and said, "Shenjun Huaying, what is the meaning of this."

Huaying played with the saw blade in her hand and said, "Toothed blade, familiarize yourself with it, both of you."

Yuan Wei looked at Hua Ying on guard.

Yili had a look of anticipation, "What should come will always come, it's just sooner or later. However, this thing was destroyed by me 300 years ago. Where did you get it?"

Huaying said, "You don't deserve to know."

Yili seemed a little exhausted, and her voice was a little tired, "If you want a life, I'm here, and you can take it."

"Feng Shui turns around, it's time for you to pull out the thorn."

Hua Ying looked at the drifting clouds on the top of the mountain, and several skylarks shuttled among them, one of which was wounded in its wing, and was dragged far away at the end. air miles.

I don't know if the injury was serious, but the last strength was exhausted, the wounded bird fell straight from mid-air, and it was about to fall into the green spring of the prison, and become the meal of the hungry blood pot.

The few skylarks that had been happily playing in front of them gave a soft "chirp", their wings stretched several feet in an instant, and they clustered under the wounded bird, saving it back.

It wasn't until the group of lively birds left that Huaying looked away.

Huaying said, "It's so easy to take a life. I've changed my mind. I won't do anything today."

Yiyou looked at Hua Ying suspiciously, but Hua Ying did not live up to his expectations, and continued to add, "You two, one of you will insert this dry-toothed blade into your heart today. Now you have two choices, stab yourself, or Stab each other, choose."

Yiyou was speechless, looking at Huaying's expression, it was hard to describe.

Huaying stared at Yiyou with her dark pupils, and said, "I think I'm too much."

Yi You's expression seemed to say, "Is it too much, you really don't know?" Huaying said, "300 years ago, he was forced to suffer all kinds of suffering, and he didn't have a choice. Now, I am merciful enough. How can it be called too much to ask for debts for him lightly."

Yi, your peacemaker's abacus, died down.

Hua Ying looked at Yili and Yuanwei, "Be more conscious, if I don't enjoy watching it, I will kill you with two shots, let alone leave your bones, I will directly throw your ashes into this green spring In the pool."

Tooth Dry Blade has never eaten the flesh and blood of a fairy, and when it heard such a good thing, the sawtooth rejoiced every moment, and the adjacent teeth collided with each other, making a piercing toothache sound.

Huaying looked down at it.

The dry-toothed blade trembled for a moment, and immediately crawled obediently in Huaying's palm.

It will never forget the vast scene it saw with its own eyes when it was dug out of the soil by the fairy in white.

When the thousand-year-old Mengji white leopard swallowed mountains and rivers with bloody fangs and rushed towards the white robe, the white robe elicited a burst of spiritual power from its wrist, instantly knocking the white leopard's head to the side.That's not to mention, the white clothes had bright eyes, and muttered in his mouth, "It's so fur, it's a coincidence, my disciple happened to need a comfortable chair cushion."

Then he rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward to peel off the white leopard's skin.

The White Leopard, who had been arrogant for thousands of years, made a mistake and died of hatred.

Under the circumstances at that time, even if he had a thousand guts, he didn't dare to take a breath, so he prepared the coffin very obediently, lay it down, and took the initiative to send it to Huaying.

He didn't even dare to show off that weird edge easily.

Now, it accidentally provoked the King of Hades again, and immediately kicked its legs, intending to play dead to the end.

Huaying pinched it with two fingers, threw it on the ground, and said, "It's time for a cup of tea, if you still can't make a choice, I don't mind helping you."

Yi, you are already holding your forehead, worrying between your brows.

Yili picked up the dry tooth blade and said calmly, "Let me do it."

Yuan Wei pressed his hand on the ground, gritted his teeth, "You are still acting so hypocritical! Who are you! Why do you always pretend to be a good person in front of me!"

"When anyone needs it, I—"

Yili picked up the tooth dry blade again, and gave him a fixed look, "It's just entrusted by someone, and it's a matter of loyalty. If you don't need it, get out of here."

"Who did you make—"

Yuanwei stuck in his throat with the last word.

He opened his eyes wide, and his panting suddenly became a little rough. He didn't dare to look ahead, so he simply lowered his head and grabbed the ground with both hands.

The gravel was embedded between his fingers, and he felt no pain.

Heart, right wrist, burning suddenly.

It seemed to burn his whole body to ashes.

The majestic spiritual power wandered in his body, running, fleeing, frantically.

There are immortals offering spiritual power to him.

The "Sacrifice" technique is a higher level of "Bone Tempering". When the sacrificer dies, it is the time when the sacrificed person is in the immortal class.

Rather, it is an act of exchanging fate.

Yuan Wei believes that his heart is like a rock, and he has experienced all kinds of hardships. There will be no one in the world except Song to move him.

Song thought it was what he wanted, and it was normal for him to be moved by emotion.

Yili used to be his cheap father, so he should use it to the fullest.

However, no one told him what he should do when the cheap father is not his real father and it is not natural to treat him well.

Yuan Wei was so tormented by the spiritual power of the collision that his eyes were blurred with tears, he struggled to stand up, and saw in front of him that Yili had severed his right wrist, and the tooth blade had pierced deeply into his heart.He choked up a little uncontrollably for a moment, his eyes were red, and he swung a lot of spiritual power fiercely towards the place where Huaying was flooding.

He just took over the spiritual power, and he should have been at his peak.

Huaying stood still, raised her sleeves and extinguished the surging waves.

One hit.

Yuan Wei collapsed on the ground, covering his face with his hands, shaking his shoulders, laughter came from his lips, louder and louder, and then he laughed heart-piercingly.

The roar forced all the living things in the green spring back, "Who is he, who is he—"

Huaying hooked the corners of her lips, "Your half-brother, brother."

Yuan Wei lowered his head and buried his tears in the soil.

He took a bite of the mud, "Brother? Hahahaha——"

Yiyou looked at Yili's body, "You are satisfied, let's go crazy, there are only a few capable people in the fairy world. If you go crazy for a day, you will kill one. The hundreds of immortals in this fairy hall are enough for you to harm How long? How long will it be like this, the order of the world is fully entrusted to you, and I am tired of the position of Immortal Venerable, so you come?"

Huaying said, "I'm not satisfied, I'm not crazy enough."

"Do not care."

Hua Yingfeng returned to Cong Yuxian Mansion.

As soon as she stepped into the door of the inner bedroom, Hua Ying subconsciously slowed down her pace.

He lifted the veil and stared at the inside.

At the head of the bed, the boy in black sat with his back straight, motionless, his eyes downcast.

Hua Ying closed her eyes tightly.

Squinting eyes reopened.

Still.

Hua Ying immediately stepped forward and grabbed Li Bai's hand.

warm.

He put his hand on his heart and asked Li Bai, "You're finally back?"

Li Bai woke up from his dream, looked at the swaying jade tea flowers outside, then at the red left on the window sill, and finally stopped his eyes on the slender palm stroking the master's chest.

He pursed his lips.

Shrunk back.

Huaying's body stiffened immediately, feeling her throat was constricted, but she forced a smile and said, "Teacher, come here."

Li Bai buried his head on his knees and closed his eyes tightly. It was like a wild animal was stuck in his throat. He wanted to roar and explode, but because the place where the shell was stuck was too narrow, he could only mourn in his heart. .

There are constantly fragments of dreams, flashing in the dark like a horse and a flower.

One of his favorite questions before suddenly became ridiculous at this moment.

He thought that time was the best medicine, and that Yihan Shenjun was a thing of the past, and he had enough time to accompany his master for a long time.As long as he works hard, he will eventually be able to pull out the painful sore and grow his new shoot.In another thousand years, for the rest of his life, in Master's heart, he can only live with him.

but.

He never thought about what is the only thing that is unforgettable to each other.

What is love again.

The mortal world always says that he lives and I live, and he dies and I don't live alone. Sacrifice is the most sacred love.

Master's lover died, and the person he loved died.

Master was not buried, and Master lived alone.

It shows that Master's love for Yihan Shenjun is not to the point of life and death.

It's more about the resentment that has never been obtained, or the regret that people leave tea cold.So he waited for more than 200 years for a little Li Bai who was like his lover.

The sequelae of autism broke out for many years, so he missed his old friend in a gushing way, Li Bai thought, that was just nostalgia.

Master looked at little Li Bai with love and affection in his eyes, although there were many incomprehensible emotions mixed in, but little Li Bai didn't need to understand.After growing up and being familiar with human affairs, Li Bai has been hypnotizing himself, saying to himself once a day: Maybe a cold god is not the only one for the master.

Nostalgia only stays in the past, not as good as the years we spent together.

He, Li Bai, can also become the favorite of the master, the moon in his eyes.

He can make Master happy, make Master worry, and make Master's heart and eyes full of him.

Yihan Shenjun is already in the past tense, and he, Li Bai, is the future of the master.

He has already planned to dream that thousand-eight-hundred-year-old dream, but why should he be allowed to see the mirror-like memories, why should he be allowed to see the "friendship" between the two of them as if they had passed their lives?

Before his death, Yi Hanshen gave his immortal status to the master, so that the original immortal status of the master was saved at the last moment.

From then on, there are two copies of immortality, only one in heaven and earth.

Is the master living alone, or is he living for love with the spiritual power of Yihan Shenjun?

It's really ridiculous that he wanted to cross that white moonlight, not mentioning the companionship that had accompanied him for hundreds of years, but just talking about that immortality, that majestic spiritual power, who can forget such a great gift!

The more Li Bai thought about it, the more he felt that his heart was full of rusty needles, making his whole body pus, stinky, sore, not a thing.

But he was still a little reconciled.

Li Bai controlled his unsteady voice, and said in a muffled voice like self-torture, "Master, when did you fall in love with Yihan Shenjun?"

Huaying stroked the hand on Li Bai's back and paused.

Li Bai felt his breathing suddenly intensified, through a pair of kneecaps, Li Bai heard him say——

"A long, long time ago, at... your age."