Dressed as a heartthrob cannon fodder husband and wife

Lin Sijin touched his face, thankfully Sheng Rufei was able to kiss him, and he put down his hand again, although reluctantly, he continued to wear it.

The cave here is deep and wide, Lin Sijin and the others are in a remote corner, not far away there are several disciples gathered together, and Mo Yan surrounded by several disciples.

Mo Yan is very recognizable in a red dress.

It was already dark outside, and there were clusters of black mist looming outside the cave. There were a lot of people here, so there were also a lot of evil spirits gathered outside.

Lin Sijin moved inside again, trying not to let anyone notice them, he touched Sheng Rufei's shoulder with his fingertips, "Brother, does the injury still hurt?"

He was just asking as usual, and he leaned over to look directly. The wound did not ooze blood anymore, and it seemed that it was slowly healing.

"It doesn't hurt." Sheng Rufei held his fingertips, noticed that he was looking around, and told him, "Don't run around."

"I know, senior brother and I are not the only ones here," Lin Sijin leaned over to look at Sheng Rufei's small map on the ground, "Senior brother, don't always think of me as a fool."

Hearing this, Sheng Rufei glanced at him, paused for a while on his face, and then slowly withdrew her gaze.

Lin Sijin understood the meaning of this look, and he squeezed Sheng Rufei with his fingertips, feeling a little unhappy.

"What are you looking at, brother?"

Lin Sijin recognized that this was the map of Wuxiang Mountain, but there were many marks on it. Sheng Rufei's drawing was ugly, and he couldn't tell what was drawn. There were two chubby dumplings near the blood tower.

"Brother, what is this?" Lin Sijin pointed at the two dumplings.

Sheng Rufei's wrist was pulled by the young man, and the young man's breath fell on the side of his neck. His voice paused, "Our position."

"Oh, these are the two of us," Lin Sijin wanted to draw so ugly, but if you look carefully, there are still subtle differences between the two dumplings, one of which has two tweets on its head.

"this is me?"

Sheng Rufei said "hmm", and glanced at the young man next to him. The disgust in the young man's eyes was too obvious, and he moved his fingertips slightly, "It's the ears."

Ears, Lin Sijin quickly understood what Sheng Rufei meant, the corners of his lips were straightened, watching Sheng Rufei write and draw on the map, and put the map away after a while.

The two of them nestled here, and there was movement outside. Lin Sijin looked along, and it seemed that there were too many evil spirits, and the barrier couldn't support it.

Lin Sijin didn't move, he watched Mo Yan call two disciples over, he didn't know what he said to the two disciples, and the two disciples knelt down directly.

He glanced at the demon outside, probably related.

"Young Sect Master, we only have to die if we go out, can you really protect us?"

Mo Yan glanced over, and the two disciples gritted their teeth, got up and left the barrier with their swords in hand.The moment they left the barrier, Lin Sijin only saw crimson blood splashed out, and scarlet eyes emerged from the black mist.

He also felt a little strange, these demons were originally surrounded by the barrier, but now they are colliding with the barrier, as if there is something in the barrier that is attracting them.

Ear-piercing screams rang out, and the bodies of the two disciples turned into blood mist, melting directly into the black mist.

When people go out, they disappear.

Lin Sijin was a little surprised. At the moment when the evil spirits were attracting attention, Mo Yan went over with a sword light, cleaned up part of the evil spirits, and filled the barrier.

But it was still not enough. Mo Yan looked at the group of disciples, and it was very obvious that he needed to go to two more people.

No one was willing to die, all the disciples fell silent, some breathed in a low voice, Mo Yan's gaze stayed on two of them, and the faces of the two disciples immediately turned pale.

"Young Sect Master, we just passed the test the day before yesterday."

"I beg you to raise your hands high..."

One of the disciples moved his lips, as if the scene of how the two disciples were being eaten just now was still in front of him, he suggested to Dao Nangfeng, "Young Sect Master, didn't they just come to join us today? Their loyalty has yet to be tested, it is better to let them pass."

As soon as these words came out, the audience quieted down, and no one objected aloud, which was the default meaning of everyone.

Mo Yan tapped the ground with his long sword, as if considering this suggestion, and asked, "Where are they?"

The atmosphere in the whole cave was very frozen at this time. Lin Sijin heard their conversation behind the boulder, and she felt something was wrong. Was it pushed back and forth, and it was pushed to him and Sheng Rufei again?

He turned his head to look at Sheng Rufei's side face. Because of serious injuries, Sheng Rufei would fall into a coma from time to time, and just passed out again.

In fact, as long as he calls Sheng Rufei, Sheng Rufei will definitely wake up.

When Sheng Rufei woke up, she would definitely go there alone.

If they don't go and get exposed here, maybe they can escape Mo Yan, but they haven't mixed into the blood tower yet, there will be countless dangers waiting for them ahead.

The situation will only get worse, not better.

Sheng Rufei covered up her silver hair, and now her face was very ordinary, her pale face was so pale that the illusion technique couldn't cover it, her deep black eyelashes drooped slightly, her breathing was shallow and slow, and she was as silent as if her heart had stopped beating.

Many disciples outside looked towards Jushi, obviously knowing that he and Sheng Rufei were here.

Lin Sijin clenched the long sword in his hand. He couldn't see blood, let alone kill evil spirits, and even feared the thick black mist.

He remembered that Sheng Rufei's injuries had all been infected by demonic energy. If he was infected with demonic poison again, his injuries would worsen and his coma would become longer.

The demon poison will also confuse Sheng Rufei's mind, Sheng Rufei is worried about his gains and losses, and the pain he endured in the sea of ​​consciousness must be beyond his imagination.

All along, Sheng Rufei was protecting him.

He never thought that his senior brother would abandon him.

It is true that Sheng Rufei will not abandon him, but she will get hurt, faint, and have a vulnerable side.

Now that the choice is in front of him, he has made the choice invisibly.

Lin Sijin comforted himself in his heart that he may not be able to do it, but what if he succeeds, anyway, Sheng Rufei is now his bottom line, and this is just the beginning.

If he evades again, Sheng Rufei will have to face all the dangers for him, and there will be a day when Sheng Rufei can't bear it.

He might lose his senior brother.

When he thought of losing his senior brother, everything else became insignificant. He didn't understand any deep truths, and now he only knew one thing.

His life cannot live without Sheng Rufei.

"Fuheng, what you said...is it true?"

Lin Sijin was leaning against a boulder behind him. He originally thought that the choice he made should be an extremely intense entanglement. He really made up his mind only at the moment when he saw Sheng Rufei who had fainted.

There have been subtle changes since then.

"I will shorten my life, may go crazy, and suffer unbearable pain for ordinary people. What else is there besides these?"

Fuheng: "It's gone."

Lin Fuheng looked at the young man holding the long sword in his hand, as if he had already made a decision, and the black mist wrapped outside was still hitting the barrier constantly.

"Think clearly and do it, don't leave yourself a way out."

"Once you regret it, all your previous efforts will be wasted."

Lin Sijin didn't answer this question. He knew that his character was never firm enough, and he liked to give up when things went wrong. He didn't know how long he could hold on, so he didn't dare to make promises casually.

All he knows is the present moment, and he will never look back.

A group of disciples beside the barrier were still discussing in low voices, and they saw someone coming out from behind the boulder, and it was one of the two who joined today.

The other one didn't come out.

Lin Sijin was still wearing a veiled hat, and he held his sword in front of Mo Yan, looking at Mo Yan through the veiled hat.

"My senior brother is exhausted, I will go in alone, and I will try my best to hold back the evil spirits."

A kind of disciple looked at Lin Sijin with slightly complicated eyes.Some were thinking what an idiot, some were glad that someone was willing to die, some were thinking that their husbands and wives were deeply in love, and some had a little pity.

Lin Sijin didn't care about those scrutinizing gazes, he was looking in Mo Yan's direction, and he was also asking Mo Yan.

"You said you can hold them alone?"

Lin Sijin was still beating drums in his heart, he bit the bullet and said, "I will try my best."

Mo Yan sized him up for a while and agreed.

"If you can come back alive, I will reward you."

These words are lying to fools, once they step out, how can they come back alive.

Fu Heng's voice echoed in Lin Sijin's ears, "Don't be afraid, I have given you the spell, the first thing you need to do is to overcome your fear."

"It will not be difficult for you to give birth to the sword intent. Those are born in your bones. What matters is whether you have the courage to pick up the sword again."

Lin Sijin saw the incantations flashing on his sword blade, those incantations were cold and strange, wrapped around his sword one after another, and spread along his wrist.

There was scorching heat coming from his wrist, which then turned into bone-piercing coldness. The moment he stepped out of the barrier, he heard the cries of countless wraiths and the whispers of souls from the abyss.

It was as if there was a sound of wind seeping out from the cracks in the ground, buzzing in his ears, and the extremely cold chill covered his whole body.His body seems to have become a huge container, containing the sounds from all things in the world, and the ripples of different spiritual powers are intertwined. At this moment, it seems that his soul has been extracted.

"Why don't you want to save us?"

"You are a sinner, the one who should go to hell is you..."

"In Gusu City, why did you abandon us?"

"Lin, Fu, Heng."

"I curse you, the next life will be short-lived, haunted by evil curses... You will be disturbed by illness, lose your love, and all five forms will be scattered, and in the end, you will die and be annihilated."

Lin Sijin's whole body seemed to be tortured, and there was a bone-deep pain. His brain seemed to burst, and there were many voices in his ears, including laughter, scolding, and all kinds of vicious curses.

A hole was opened in his heart, and a thick black mist surrounded him, and a thick darkness emerged from the bottom of his heart. He was in an abyss intertwined with scarlet and black, and every step he took, he felt a sense of loss. It was excruciatingly painful.

Once he touched the long sword, it was as if countless hands were pulling him into the abyss, trying to pull him into an endless cold and silent hell, so that he could only indulge in darkness and blood all day long.

He couldn't move, his mouth and nose were blocked and he couldn't make a sound, his whole body was cold, and the fingertips holding the sword were shaking.

The demons in the black mist surrounded him, and the scarlet eyes were looming inside, as if countless pairs of eyes full of resentment were staring at him.

The coercion from behind fell on him as if it was going to crush him. Lin Sijin's consciousness was in chaos. At the moment when his eyes were about to fall into darkness, there was a bloody smell from his lips and teeth. He bit his own lips and teeth, and the altar recovered. It was a little clear.

A figure appeared in his mind.

The young man with silver hair and black clothes, with a cold and gorgeous face, is the most beautiful in the world. The young man is carrying a long sword, his gaze seems to be able to penetrate endless years to fall on him, and stretch out his cold white fingertips towards him.

"Xiao Jin, come here."

The cold voice was familiar and made him tremble.

At this moment, the heaven and the earth seemed to be silent, and evil spirits surrounded the young man outside the barrier, and countless darkness seemed to swallow the young man.

However, at the moment when he approached the young man, a sky-filling coercion descended, and countless silver sword lights spread from the young man's side. The sword lights were sharp and sharp, like stars scattered in the sky.

In just a moment, the entire Wuxiang Mountain trembled, and all the evil spirits were instantly wiped out.

At the same time, among the thousands of bones in the deepest part of Wuxiang Mountain.

Buried in the depths of the bones, a long sword that was completely black and covered with brocade flowers and moon-wanting mantras moved at this moment.