fox master

Zi Qiyuan walked forward, held down Zifeng who had no power to resist, and raised his palm under his frightened eyes...

"I want him to be awake and alive." Zhan Yize suddenly spoke, interrupting Zi Qiyuan's movements.

Zi Qiyuan and Zi Feng were stunned at the same time, both turned their heads involuntarily, staring at Zhan Yixuan with both eyes.

"You two really look alike." Just when Zi Qiyuan was in a daze, Zhan Yize suddenly laughed lowly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Zi Qiyuan shuddered all over, and a trace of sadness flashed in his warm eyes, what does His Majesty mean by this, is he repelling him?

"Zi Zun has a reputation for being cool, and he has ruled the dragon clan for thousands of years, so he hasn't peeled a piece of skin alive?" Zhan Yize smiled coldly, and there was even obvious resentment in his tone.

Zi Qiyuan usually looks at Wen Run, but he is the most powerful person in the city under Zhan Yixuan. It would be fine if he really doesn't understand feelings, but he not only understands feelings, feels them, but also can use them.In terms of coldness, I'm afraid no one can compare to Zi Qiyuan, the former guard and current lord.

Naturally, he has skinned people alive, and even what he can do is far more than that.

But as cold as he is, there are times when his true feelings are revealed, be it joy or sadness, he gives all these mellow emotions to Zhan.

It's nothing to plot against Zifeng, it's nothing to kill his nephew with his own hands, it's nothing to skin him alive, at most it's a little helpless, a little gloomy, uncomfortable, but not sad.

Only His Majesty could make him sad, only His Majesty's tone of resentment and disgust, and no matter what, it would not only make him sad.

The sadness in Zi Qiyuan's eyes was keenly captured by Zhan Yize, which caused a deep joy to flash in his peach blossom eyes, which had nothing to do with hatred, but just a kind of joy to vent his unhappiness.

He only wants Zifeng to pay his life, and as for Zi Qiyuan's "accomplice", he can only let him follow him to make him unhappy.

And Zi Qiyuan also adjusted his mentality, because he didn't react, and didn't immediately execute Zhan Yicho's order. If he did it immediately, His Majesty would not be unhappy.

Knowing that you have made a mistake, you must correct it, Zi Qiyuan thought so, and then started to move again.

He turned his palm into a finger and tapped Zifeng's acupuncture points. Zifeng immediately felt powerless and opened his scarlet eyes in vain. Then the light flashed in his hand, and Zifeng instantly changed into his original shape, a length of more than ten meters. The huge purple dragon gradually shrunk in the purple light, and didn't stop until it was one meter long.

Zi Qiyuan's face was silent, he turned over the purple dragon, took out the sky-cracking fan, and slapped the purple dragon's lower jaw, blood overflowed, Zilong trembled in pain, but couldn't do it any more. redundant action.

He continued to castrate and didn't stop until the tail. He didn't stroke deeply, and the purple dragon's light-colored abdomen was only slowly oozing blood.

Zi Feng took out some cinnabar from his storage bag, and wrapped it with spiritual power. In the light purple light, the red cinnabar had a silvery glow, which was very beautiful and cold.

Under Zilong's horrified eyes, Ziqiyuan stretched open its wound with one hand, and poured cinnabar into the skin and flesh with the guidance of spiritual power with the other hand.

The burning pain instantly eroded Zifeng's sanity, and a shrill dragon roar sounded, Zilong twitched violently, while Ziqiyuan's expression froze as if frozen in ice, he pressed the dragon's body with one hand, Controlling the spiritual power with one hand, guiding the cinnabar to flow through every inch of Zifeng's skin.

Zhan Yize just looked at the two with a half-smile, watching Zi Qiyuan's perfect and rigid movements like a puppet, the dark red light in his eyes kept flowing.

Zilong's huge mouth was opened to the extreme, and his head kept bumping and rubbing in the mud while struggling, and his tongue drooped weakly, allowing saliva to flow out from the torn corner of his mouth.Its huge black pupils trembled constantly, turning over from time to time, only revealing the whites of the eyes covered with bloodshot eyes, which looked stern and piercing.

Zi Feng's dragon tail was stiff like a corpse for a while, and twisted in one place for a while like being cramped. Every time his body twitched, a little blood oozes from the wound, but as time goes by, the blood that oozes out gradually Reduced, from time to time tender pink muscles twitched in the tightly held wound.

It hurts, it hurts too much, there is still itching in the pain, every trembling is like rolling on the tip of a knife... The sanity in Zilong's eyes is already a little slack, and the expression that occasionally flows out is only the meaning of pain and begging for mercy, but it has to be done. Not even the slightest relief.

Zi Qiyuan was dressed in purple, squatting on the ground expressionlessly pressing a twitching purple dragon, the ground was covered with dots of reddish-brown marks, this cold and beautiful picture made Zhan Yixuan's eyes flash with pleasure.

The bad breath lingering in his chest didn't dissipate until now.

He hates, he hates the old enemy of the Huangchen Zilong Clan, so Ziqiyuan is lucky and also sad. In his previous life, it took him hundreds of years to let Zhan Yixuan let go of his inner resentment and accept him. Don't treat him as a hostile race, but as an existence that belongs to you.

But what happened to Zifeng in this life brought back the resentment that had already faded away, even deeper than before.

He hated Zifeng, hated him for killing the younger brother he raised, hated him for ruining his inner hope.

He regarded Zhan Tian as the weak but strong hope of the fox clan, so he lost his life in such an ugly way, as if even fate was mercilessly mocking him, mocking his efforts for thousands of years as nothing but a joke , mocking the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan as a hopeless race, how could he not hate it, it was so hateful that his whole body ached.

He must make them both hurt with him.

Half an hour later, Zi Qiyuan let go of his hand. He lifted the dragon skin slightly, and a pink meat dragon twitched and slid down and fell to the ground. Looking closely, there were no dragon scales or dragon skin on its body at all. The skin, only the flesh covered with veins and blood vessels is exposed to the air.

He and Zhan Yize are both monsters. To them, this scene is like the feeling of a human being looking at a skinned baby, dripping with blood, with a disgusting and weird feeling in the cold.

Holding the dragon skin in both hands, Zi Qiyuan didn't look at the muscle that was covered with sand and was still trembling slightly, but knelt down in front of Zhan Yixuan and raised his hands high, "Your Majesty, Qiyuan returns to life!" .”

His hands trembled uncontrollably, and the familiar smell of blood at the tip of his nose made him dizzy for a while.

The corners of Zhan Yize's mouth curled up deeply, and even his peach blossom eyes curled into a smile. He ignored Zi Qiyuan, but walked up to the naked dragon body, squatted down, and stared at the pair of eyes that looked so empty because of the loss of eyelids. The big eyes, the slack black pupils lost their brilliance, but they were full and smooth because the master hadn't completely died.

Zhan Yize stretched out his bony hand, the white fingertips touched the flesh that was still emitting heat, and then transferred to the black pupils, the eyes trembled constantly due to physiological stimulation, but they had already lost the function of closing, only Can condense the same trembling blood, like a tiny worm... Zhan Yixuan's throat rolled, and he let out a muffled laugh.

His peach blossom eyes shone with a kind of morbid pleasure, but also condensed with a kind of painful sadness. In this picture of revenge that Zhan Yizao had imagined countless times, his expression was very satisfied, but not at all happy.

Use death to explain death, use sorrow to repay sorrow, revenge is never a matter of salvation, but dragging others into the abyss where you are.

This is the real hatred, oppression, darkness, the peach-blossom eyes of war and choice are faint, like a child who knows everything, quietly bears the known direction in the destiny that cannot be defied.

"God, it doesn't hurt anymore." He sighed lowly, with all kinds of emotions reappearing in his eyes, let's stop here, after the pain, the hatred, and the vent, he accepted all of this and Want to end it all.

His hand covered Zi Feng's eyes that could not be closed, and his palm shook, ending his life.

All the joy and sorrow faded away when he stood up, and he closed his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking at this moment, but when those twinkling peach blossom eyes opened again, the It was that familiar gentleness again.

"Get up." He took the dragon skin and said to Zi Qiyuan, seeing Zi Qiyuan get up, he suddenly asked: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Zi Qiyuan raised his head hesitantly and looked into Zhan Yize's eyes, as if he was afraid that there might be something that would scare him, such as alienation and disgust, but unfortunately he didn't see anything.

"Not good." He replied calmly and sincerely.He couldn't figure out Zhan Yicho's thoughts, and he was worried, but he still gave a real answer.

"Does Your Majesty feel better?" He asked, he didn't know whether Zhan Yize hoped that he would kill his nephew to show his loyalty, or he hoped that he would suffer from this kind of punishment, but he knew that if His Majesty could feel better, I am satisfied.

"It's even worse." Zhan Yizao said gently.

When Zi Qiyuan heard this, his eyes widened slightly, and he stared at Zhan Yixuan with some puzzlement.

True hatred is never a good thing, whether it is the victim or the avenger, and the saddest thing about it is that we can neither control what happens nor resist the call of our inner emotions.

It is a deep sense of powerlessness that cannot be experienced by anyone who is not deeply involved in it.

"Not everything can end well. Most of them can only do what they should and want to do." Zhan Yize looked at Zi Qiyuan and smiled.

There was a gleam of brilliance in Zi Qiyuan's eyes, and the light in his eyes softened. He suddenly understood, understood Zhan Yixuan's resentment towards him, and understood his gentle smile at the moment. Zi Qiyuan's expression was tame, his pupils trembled He looked at the person in front of him tremblingly.

Many things in this world cannot be defined by whether they feel good or not. He just wants to be with His Majesty, do what he can and do, and His Majesty's satisfaction is not his comfort, but what he seeks. Peace of mind.

After all, he wants to see him feel better, to see him happy, to see him get what he wants.

"Qiyuan, the Zhantian matter is over, and I won't pursue you any longer." One should not dwell too much on the past, or one would slow down one's progress. After getting an explanation, one would overcome those intense emotions of great joy and great sorrow, and finally It is the awareness that the forerunners should have.

Zi Qiyuan was stunned, the joy came so suddenly that he had a sense of unreality, he looked into Zhan Yize's eyes, saw the gentle smile in his eyes, and then he was sure that he had heard correctly.

Little by little, the corners of Zi Qiyuan's eyes and brows were filled with joy. Although he is usually gentle, he seldom smiled with such joy. At this moment, that handsome and gentle face matched with the upturned corner of his mouth , making him as elegant and handsome as a fairy, it is simply pleasing to the eye.

"Thank you." His voice trembled slightly, his eyes were firmly glued to Zhan Yixuan's body, the word "end" was salvation for him, he hated his own negligence, Zhan Yixuan's expulsion was more like Nightmares generally kept him awake day and night.

He even felt that it would be an extravagant hope to go back, but this is his last life, how could he accept such a regret, how could he even lose the qualification to stand beside His Majesty, in such suffering, he walked on thin ice The fawning, earnest begging, finally waited for such a sentence, "It's over"

He is grateful from the bottom of his heart. In his heart, Zhan Yixuan has always been such a good loved one, such a gentle and considerate lord.

Zhan Yize didn't say anything, just walked to Zhan Tian's grave, squatted down, dug up a thin layer of soil, put the jade pendant in and buried it.

"Tian'er, you should have been reincarnated, and you can't see what happened here. Although the last trace of soul power in this jade pendant is unconscious, it can be regarded as a witness. You should know that brother has avenged you." Zhan Yi Choose to look at the grave with a gentle expression.

"Ashes return to ashes now, and ashes return to ashes, this last soul power will return to you sooner or later. Goodbye." Nothing to do, there is only farewell.

"You can handle Zifeng's body by yourself. Set off tomorrow morning and go to Yuyun Mountain." Zhan Yize finally told Zi Qiyuan.

Hearing the words, Zi Qiyuan moved his wrist slightly, and summoned the cracked sky fan. A trace of water vapor seeped from the dark purple iron fan, and then turned out spray. , at this moment, he was wrapping Zifeng's body without the dragon skin in the sea water of the West Sea.

The spiritual power was wrapped in the sea water and the corpses disappeared, and an undetectable undercurrent surged through the dark abyss of the seabed.

For the flesh and blood of the Huangchen Purple Dragon Clan, it is best to be silent in this abyss.