Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

"He didn't rest in the middle of the night, why did he sing? He still sang so badly."

Chao Wendao hurriedly said: "Just now I was meditating with my eyes closed, and I vaguely felt movement in Brother Nanrong's room. I was just wondering, and I heard him singing and talking to someone after a while."

Xiao Yihe put his ear against the wall: "I can't hear you clearly, what is he singing?"

"Spring is strong, light rain is floating, and green smoke willow branches are picking up seedlings."

"The Wu family has a girl who is [-]th, toast and wish her a happy birthday..."

It is a brisk but stern country tune.

Xiao Yihe asked: "Where is Lu Lingfeng?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a resentful voice from behind: "Here..."

"Hey!" The two of them were startled at the same time, and they almost jumped three feet away. Xiao Yihe rubbed his chest to suppress his shock, and looked at him in a daze, "Why are you here? Aren't you inside?"

Lu Lingfeng pointed at the door, tremblingly said: "He's so evil, sitting in front of the mirror combing his hair and undressing, rubbing his face on the pillow to call Auntie, and even getting himself a hairpin—don't Isn't it bewitched?"

Xiao Yihe patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, think about the best in everything, maybe he just has this habit?"

Lu Lingfeng shuddered, it seemed that he was disgusted.

It's not too much to say, suddenly the tens of thousands of lights in the ghostland were all extinguished for a while, and the laughter and laughter celebrating Miss Wu's birthday on the street in the distance were heard at first, but now they all disappeared.

The dark curtain suddenly enveloped the entire ghost land, like a faint void, you can't see your fingers, and the world is completely silent.

Only this inn was shrouded in an enchantment, standing alone on the pitch-black ground with a solitary blue and white light.

Everyone drew out their swords anxiously, but they didn't know what to resist. When they were panicking—countless rubble and rubble jumped in mid-air like a drum.

"What is that?!" The crowd panicked.

There was a bloody mist billowing from the top of the western mountain!

The monks peeped out the strange appearance through the window, and suddenly someone in the crowd said: "That direction...isn't it the Shofu sect?"

In an instant, dozens of eyes turned around, and finally found Feng Danqing who was trembling with Fuchen under a wooden table. He saw several wounds on his face and his clothes were torn. He must have fallen into a ghost. Encountered a fierce fight in the border, but at this time has not slowed down.

Someone dragged him out from under the table: "Senior Brother Feng, tell me."

Feng Danqing's whisk was stained with someone's blood, and he said in a panic: "This ghostland reappears the old Daichuan 70 years ago, what does it have to do with our Songfeng sect!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the hearts of everyone present were half dark.

Even Chao Wendao, who is well-read and well-informed, can only guess that this is Jiu Daichuan, but Feng Danqing blurted out "70 years ago", which shows that he knows some inside information.

When Xiao Yihe saw him, he realized it, and just now he felt that there is no one else, isn't it just Feng Danqing who hides and seeks.

Seeing the change in everyone's eyes, he was about to explain something.

Suddenly, there was a "bang bang", the door of the inn upstairs was kicked open, and the window was blown by a dark wind.When everyone was in panic, they saw a blue figure walking down the stairs with small steps.

Everyone stared at "Nan Rongke" dumbfounded.

——He tied a small braid on his chest, which is the style that little girls love to tie. He strided around awkwardly, and on the left ear cheek, he really tied a big and ugly head with a hairband flower.

"Pfft..."

Lu Lingfeng twisted his arm, and Xiao Yihe immediately covered his mouth.

When Feng Danqing saw him, he immediately trembled and hid behind the people next to him.

"The Wu family has eleven daughters, and the grass and trees are desolate by the side of the small river and the moon."

"The vegetation is desolate, the vegetation is desolate, life is longer than torrential rain..."

"Nan Rongke" walked step by step, still singing that tune, but the more he sang, the more mournful, the chill under his feet almost formed a layer of frost, which made Xiao Yihe's hairs stand up suddenly.

The blood mist became more rampant in the distance, and Feng Danqing's face was so pale that there was almost no blood.

"Young Master Nanrong? He, what happened to him?" whispered downstairs, but did not dare to raise his voice.

It was obvious that he was caught by the Lord of the Ghost Realm, Xiao Yihe thought for a while, it should be related to the black shadow he encountered when he was wiping the arrow feathers by the water.

Nan Rongke wanted to open his mouth, but because the evil yin qi clashed with the real yang spirit, he coughed up a mouthful of blood first. He wiped it with his sleeve, lowering his eyebrows and frowning like a little girl, a little arrogant Wild, somewhat naive.

He suddenly raised his hands and raised his voice: "Come on, let's celebrate, let's have fun! The time has come, come and celebrate my birthday—"

The last word was not clear, Nan Rongke's body suddenly retreated like a shooting star, and the air was violently turbulent.

Xiao Yihe only felt his robe sleeves rattling beside his ears, and a touch of black blue jumped out, clamping the throat of "Nan Rongke" with his palm, and slamming him against the wall with a "bang!", several pieces of gravel fell down in response, A string of blood dripped from Nan Rongke's forehead.

It flowed to his mouth and was licked by him: "Oh, I caught it."

Xue Xuanwei exerted force between his fingers, and almost heard the cracking sound of the fragile neck bone: "Get out."

"Pinch him, crush him, I have another one." Nan Rongke smiled sweetly, looking around at the other disciples, as if he was really looking for the next upper body object.

After a while, he turned his eyes back to Xue Xuanwei's face, and said in a cold tone, "Don't you Taoist priests have any heart?"

He suddenly mobilized, regardless of Nan Rongke's life or death, he reached for his heart with five fingers and grabbed it violently.

Zhao Wendao shouted: "Brother Nan Rong!"

Xue Xuanwei shook his arm subconsciously, and at this moment, "Nan Rongke" giggled, opened his mouth suddenly and bit Xue Xuanwei's tiger's mouth.He immediately waved his arm away, and Nan Rongke was slapped heavily towards the stairs, splashing a cloud of smoke and dust.

"...I saw it." Nan Rongke spat out a mouthful of blood, almost fainted, but laughed as if he had succeeded, "I saw it! Daojun!"

Xue Xuanwei's expression changed in an instant, and he immediately raised his finger to summon the sword, but in just one breath, a wisp of thin smoke came out of Nan Rongke's body, like a thunderbolt, rushed up the stairs, passing Chao Wendao and the others. Lu Lingfeng and Lu Lingfeng's shoulders.

— plunged in.

"..."

Xiao Yihe felt his heart go cold, and he staggered back four or five steps, hitting the door frame before stopping, his mind was in chaos for a moment, as if something was rampaging in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Junior Brother Song!" "Friend Song Daoist!"

His limbs were cold, and he convulsed from the cold, and then the scene in front of him slowly dimmed.

Xue Xuanwei climbed up a few steps, and held down Xiao Yihe whose hands were trembling violently, his expression gradually darkened, and the brows were full of hostility.

Chao Wendao was hugging Nan Rongke, who had been knocked unconscious by Sect Master Xue, just turned his head, and looked back, afraid that he would kill Song Yao with a sword, and knelt down behind him in fear: "Sect Master! Junior brother is innocent! Please be merciful!"

While speaking, "Xiao Yihe" slowly opened his eyes, and met Xue Xuanwei's eyes that seemed to fall into the ice cellar, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Mr. Dao, how is it, did I choose the right one this time?"

Xue Xuanwei: "Come out!"

Xiao Yihe blinked mischievously: "I don't, he is mine now."

Xue Xuan gripped his collar slightly, tightening his grip more and more, the backs of his fingers stretched out with blue veins.Xiao Yihe's neck became red from being hooped, he put his arm on his forearm, pushed it lightly, and said in pain: "Where is it, I can't breathe..."

Xue Xuanwei's right arm froze and let go.

As soon as he was relieved, Xiao Yihe immediately jumped up, narrowed his eyes, he was no longer afraid of him, swaggered with his hands behind his back, skipped downstairs, walked around in a stately manner, and sat on a wooden table.

Xue Xuan looked at his figure slightly, the gloom on his face getting darker and darker.

"What are you afraid of?" Xiao Yihe shook one leg, looked left and right, "He looks okay, he picked up a wooden doll for me before, I don't want him to die, I want him to stay with me!"

Xue Xuan walked downstairs, one block away from him, and stared at him urgently.It was clearly the daughter's coquettish tone, but it came out of his mouth, and it didn't violate much.

Maybe that person was like this when he acted like a baby, unreasonable and dishonest.

Xiao Yihe suddenly jumped down, looked at him softly for a while, and said softly: "Xue Xuanwei..."

Xue Xuanwei's heart skipped a beat, even though he knew that this tone was absolutely impossible to come from him, but he couldn't prevent his heart from being both hot and cold, wantonly messing with his reason.He clenched his fingers tightly, knowing that this was drinking poison to quench thirst.

Xiao Yihe raised his eyes, and said with a smile: "I like you..."

The whole room was dead silent, although his voice was not loud, but everyone was afraid to move, when they heard that he did not shy away from others and directly confessed his love to Sect Master Xue, they all gasped.

Silent.

"..." Xue Xuanwei raised his cold eyes suddenly, and raised his palm to slap it. This palm was wrapped in a fierce wind, but when it reached his chest, he woke up again and hurriedly stopped.In the end, this slap that went like thunder and ended like dough, seemed like a flirtatious push.

He grabbed the other side's skirt, furiously: "You ... shut up."

Seeing his brilliant face, Xiao Yihe was surprised: "Oh, don't you want to hear this sentence? But I think you really want to hear it."

Xue Xuan didn't answer: "Give him back to me."

Xiao Yihe asked slowly: "Who am I to you?"

Dozens of gazes fell on the two of them in the middle of the hall, and they dared not show a single one.

Sovereign Xue's love history?Is this something they can see too?

"give me back."

Xue Xuanwei still didn't answer, just clenched his back teeth, swallowing some kind of emotion that was about to explode. His forbearance and unwillingness became the weapon of this evil thing living in his body to wantonly manipulate him and make fun of him.

But Xue Xuanwei couldn't do anything, he finally looked away.

Before "Xiao Yihe" opened his mouth, two lines of blood suddenly overflowed from his mouth and nose, and flowed scarlet down his neck. He complained: "This body is too weak."

Xue Xuanwei trembled uncontrollably, stroked his hand to wipe away the blood from him, he touched his waist, annoyed that he didn't have the habit of carrying elixir with him.

"Chao Wen Dao, Sheng Yang Pill!"

Chao Wendao was stuffing raw Yang Dan into Nan Rongke's mouth, and immediately threw the remaining half bottle over.

Xue Xuan grasped it slightly, and pried open the cover with his fingernails. Before the evil thing could react, he pinched his cheek with two fingers. There was not much medicine left, so he force-fed it in all at once.

The evil thing wanted to resist, Xue Xuanwei pressed his face against the table, and with his fingertips condensed, he moved down the skin and esophagus, and pushed the Shengyang Pill that was poured into his mouth into his stomach.

"Ugh...let me go, let me go!"

Possessions belong to yin, Shengyang pill gathers yang and restrains qi, so she will not feel comfortable, after a while, the elixir dissolves in her abdomen, even Xiao Yihe's body feels uncomfortable, the corners of her eyes are wet.

"If you feel uncomfortable, get out of here."

With tears in his eyes, Xiao Yihe became stubborn: "I don't! None of you, none of you love me! You gouged out my flesh, drank my blood, you used me to the fullest, but you still want to talk about me the other way around. It's an evil thing, it's a demon!"

"Master..." Xue Xuanwei was stunned for a moment, his voice hoarse, "I didn't."

She wanted to wipe away his tears, but she didn't know if Zhenruo did so, whether it was Xiao Yihe or the evil thing that he touched.So he hesitated for a while, but did not move.

"Then what do you want, you say it yourself."

I don't know whether I want to say these words to her, or to Xiao Yihe.

The evil creature bit its lower lip, its thin and snow-white face was moist, and its eyes were full of joy and hatred.

As if he was sure that the Taoist monarch would take whatever he wanted from her, or from his newly occupied body, he pointed to the Taoist heroes and young monks in the room, and happily tugged on Xue Xuanwei's sleeve corner: " They, I want them dead...especially him!"

"Xiao Yihe" turned his fingertips and landed on the head of Feng Danqing who was shrinking into a corner.

Xue Xuan glanced over slightly: "Kind of heart, come!"