The ally leader's stand-in is gone

Shi Jiaojiao tucked a strand of hair from her temples behind her ears, revealing half of Zhang Yubai's beautiful face, but her eyes were drooping downwards, not daring to meet Fang Yan's gaze.

Before the night was completely over, the image of the marriage temple fainting, death dying, and the monk lying on the ground came to her mind again.

Even if she didn't say anything, Fang Yan would search for the soul himself.

The question is, how much Fang Yan knows, and how much does he want to know.

Shi Jiaojiao tried her best to control her emotions, and said as calmly as possible: "What does the leader want to know?"

Fang Yan: "Talk about the statue of the goddess of heaven in the Marriage Temple, or according to the name of your witch clan, it should be the statue of the saint."

Shi Jiaojiao's pupils shrank suddenly, and when she looked up, she only saw Fang Yan's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Fang Yan: "Don't be surprised, after all, the saintesses of the witch clan have been dressed the same for thousands of years."

...it is true.

But Fang Yan has actually met the saint, and it is not easy for someone to sit in the seat of the leader of the Immortal League.

Shi Jiaojiao quickly lowered her head again: "Since the leader knows, why bother to ask me again."

Fang Yan: "It's evil."

Shi Jiaojiao was silent for a moment, then compromised and said, "It was an accident."

Fang Yan understood, and said with sarcasm: "It seems that your door is not closed tightly again, what is the reason this time?"

Shi Jiaojiao trembled again when she heard the words.

How much did Fang Yan know.

"I don't have much patience." As if dissatisfied with her hesitation, the smile on Fang Yan's face faded, "Shi Jiaojiao, you know exactly what the witches enshrine. Is it helping the evil to become a sinner through the ages, or is it with you?" Nie Lihou continues to be a couple of gods and immortals, all in your mind."

After a long while, Shi Jiaojiao finally said: "Because the saint girl escaped, the witch dragon was unstable, so the evil came to the world."

Seeing Shi Jiaojiao's cooperation, Fang Yan found a chair in the atrium and sat down, and even politely let Shi Jiaojiao take a seat.

The Wu Clan uses the art of suppressing the hearts of mortals to enshrine the Wulong. At the same time, each generation will select a woman with good qualifications to enter the Wulong Temple to sing for the Wulong day and night, so as to calm the hostility in the Wulong's body.

Looking at Shi Jiaojiao's dejected face, he had some guesses in his heart.

If so...

Fang Yan: "Tell me about the escape of the saint."

Shi Jiaojiao told a bloody story.

She was chosen to be the saint of this generation, and she will enter the Wulong Temple, dedicating her physical and mental future, as well as all her love, to Wulong.

Her friends envy her very much. The saint is a very noble status of the witch clan, second only to their witch dragon.

She will be favored by the Wulong, possess new power, be free from disease, disaster and carefree in her life, and be respected and worshiped by the whole Wuzu.

But just like the scriptures circulating on the market, Shi Jiaojiao doesn't want to be this saint, she doesn't want to dedicate everything to the so-called "gods", what good can it be to win other people's feelings to strengthen herself?

So before entering the Wulong Temple, she ran away.

When people from the Wu Clan found her again, she and Nie Lihou had already married.

The saint fled, Wulong was unstable, and the Wu clan had no choice but to comfort Wulong, and had no time to trouble her.

Until recently, she recognized Xie Chong at the first sight.

That's the avatar//body of the evil dragon's hostility.

Fang Yan: "The reason why you maintain the Marriage Temple is also to prevent the Wu Clan from troubleing you?"

Shi Jiaojiao: "Yes."

Fang Yan: "When you see the female cultivator today, she will no longer be able to love others in the future. Maybe for her, the current situation is better, but she has lost the power to choose."

Shi Jiaojiao read out the meaning of Fang Yan's words, and explained: "If the lord hadn't split the statue today, I still don't know that there is an inch of Wulong hidden in it."

Fang Yan: "Whoever has a love in his heart prays, his feelings will be lost. It's so miraculous, you say you don't know."

Shi Jiaojiao was even more anxious: "But I really didn't feel the aura of Wulong on the statue. I thought it was just a simple temple, and everything was a coincidence!"

Fang Yan glanced at Shi Jiaojiao indifferently.

It's just that at a distance within reach, that glance seemed extremely distant, as if it was just looking at a fragment hidden in the dust accumulated over the long years through Shi Jiaojiao.

Both nostalgic and loathing.

If Shi Jiaojiao and Lin Zhouyue were familiar enough, maybe he could recognize Fang Yan's eyes at this moment, as if Lin Zhouyue mentioned that her master had suffered a disaster.

But she and Lin Zhouyue just barely nodded their acquaintances, and out of panic, she hastily avoided Fang Yan's sight, so she didn't notice anything.

After a while, Fang Yan spoke again, as if he had exhausted his patience, and asked directly, "Where is Wen Jiansheng?"

Shi Jiaojiao didn't dare to hide any more, and told the rest of the matter.

The talents of the Wu clan are withered, and they haven't found a second suitable saint for so many years, and Wulong is becoming more and more unstable, so he turned his mind on her daughter, Nie Tianchun.

When Wen Jiansheng came back from eliminating the evil spirits, he just ran into the scene where the Wu clan wanted to forcibly take Nie Tianchun away.

Lord Qianfeng Yuan was ready to deal with several witch clans, but she didn't draw her sword, but offered to become the saint for Nie Tianchun.

Fang Yan snorted coldly: "Let Qianfeng Yuanjun become a saint, it's a great honor for the witch clan."

Shi Jiaojiao: "I only realized that it was Mr. Qianfeng Yuan when I saw Chairman Wen. If I knew..."

Fang Yan: "Did she say why she was going?"

Shi Jiaojiao: "Yuanjun didn't say it clearly, but I saw that Yuanjun came to Mo Lingyuan to find someone, and he wanted to enter the Wu Clan's residence, most of it was for the Wu Clan's treasure-Wuwen Chi."

Fang Yan: "Don't ask Chi?"

Although he knew a lot about the Wu Clan because of his apprenticeship with Long Xi, it was the first time Wu Wenchi had heard of it.

Shi Jiaojiao: "Wuwen Pond is the birthplace of the witch dragon. This pool can reflect any period of history in the world. It is very convenient to find people."

Something flashed quickly in Fang Yan's eyes.

In Shuquan territory, Lin Zhouyue's eyes were icy cold, and the Chuixiao Sword pierced through his shoulder stubbornly and decisively, bringing his flesh and blood to shatter the Wanling Mirror that was about to take shape.

The petals of all spirits slowly fell on the pool of blood, hesitating about a beautiful boat.

Fang Yan: "Do not ask the pool to reflect the history of unknown time."

Shi Jiaojiao: "What does the leader mean?"

Fang Yan: "For example, I lost something, but I don't know when I lost it."

Shi Jiaojiao: "Yes."

The Wanling Mirror was supposed to reveal the bond between him and Lin Zhouyue, but it was destroyed because of his arrogance, but if there is Wuwenchi...

·

Xiaguang climbed up from the east, dispelling the hazy morning mist, Lin Zhouyue looked at a drop of dew sliding down from the tip of the leaf, and Fang Yan's figure was vaguely reflected on it.

"Any news about Wen Jiansheng?" Lin Zhouyue asked.

The two used to have the closest relationship in the world, and they would spend a little time every morning, waiting for Fang Yan to brand a kiss on Lin Zhouyue's eyelids before they would move on to a new day.

Now it seems that there is nothing to say except business, and no one even asks the simplest good morning.

Fang Yan: "In the real Mo Lingyuan."

When Mo Lingyuan is mentioned, everyone thinks that it is the land in the southwest of the human world, remote and mediocre, and there is only one marriage in Mo Ling City, which is ordinary and inconspicuous.

But the real Mo Lingyuan was built in the valley of Shiwanda Mountain, which is the residence of the Wu Clan.

Lin Zhouyue gave a "hmm" after listening, and continued, "I'll call Shiqi."

"Wait." Fang Yan took a step forward to block him, raising his hand to pull his arm, but stopped suddenly when he noticed his dodge.

The bony fingers stopped awkwardly in the air, trembling twice inconspicuously.

Lin Zhouyue's cold eyes moved away from the gap between him and Fang Yan, and naturally took a step back to widen the distance: "What?"

The hand that stopped in mid-air finally dropped down. Fang Yan felt a moment of disappointment on his face, then raised the corners of his eyes, and smiled again: "Mo Lingyuan hides very deeply, Shi Jiaojiao has to take us there, when she is ready It's going to be night."

Lin Zhouyue nodded: "I see."

Lin Zhouyue didn't turn back to the house, nor did she speak, but just looked at Fang Yan silently and indifferently, as if chasing someone away.

Not to mention being the leader of the alliance, Fang Yan was never so disgusted by anyone when he was in the division.

He should have scolded coldly or turned his head away to show his majesty, but facing Lin Zhouyue, he couldn't even utter half a strong word.

Fang Yan subconsciously wanted to adjust his expression, even if he had no momentum, he couldn't reveal his true mood.

This is an instinct he has cultivated for hundreds of years.

But when the brows and eyes were under control, and when he was about to form a perfect mask, he suddenly let go of his strength.

He said: "Ziyue, after you find Wen Jiansheng, where will you go?"

Lin Zhouyue: "Follow the teacher's arrangement."

Fang Yan: "The rebellion of the demon world fleeing in the world has not been eliminated..."

Lin Zhouyue thought that Fang Yan was going to continue pestering him while he was going down the mountain, so she frowned: "You're never finished."

Fang Yan: "If you don't want me to follow, then I won't follow."

Sporadic surprises emerged in Lin Zhouyue's heart.

fresh.

If he didn't want to, Fang Yan wouldn't follow?

However, this surprise was fleeting, Lin Zhouyue: "What kind of trick do you want to play again?"

Fang Yan spread his hands helplessly: "I just think Shi Jiaojiao's words make sense."

Lin Zhouyue: "What."

Fang Yan fixedly looked at Lin Zhouyue: "When you love someone, you want to make him happy."

The last piece of morning mist was also dispelled by the rays of the sun, and Lin Zhouyue saw a beautiful orange in Fang Yan's eyes, as well as herself in the world.

The humming of the cicadas has long since disappeared, and in this quiet morning with the lingering coolness, only a strong heartbeat is close at hand.

Lin Zhouyue raised her hand to press Fang Yan's chest.

then.

Push the person away.

"Then you shouldn't have appeared in front of me."

He left Fang Yan behind and left the courtyard alone.

These fifty years, and looking back after his life and death, were enough for him to understand Fang Yan.

In Fang Yan's world, there is no such thing as "you can't get what you ask for", but if Fang Yan wants it, he must hold it in his hands, no matter what method he uses.

A person's personality is inseparable from his experience, so how could Fang Yan be changed or even subverted because of Shi Jiaojiao's short sentence.

He won't be fooled again.

What's more, he has lost interest in this bait.