Heaven and tyrants want a home

In the endless darkness, the terrifying chewing sound in the room never stopped.

Deep purple blood spread all over the ground, and Lu Fushi's sugar retched and spat out the foul-smelling mantra meat, the mutilated tail and body trembling because of the pain.

Curse spirit meat is really unpalatable...

No wonder they all desperately want to eat the one hidden by her... He must be much tastier than her...?

Lu Fushe Granose was thinking indistinctly, and her body mechanically piled up the curse spirits who had failed to fight her in front of her, forming a temporary line of defense.

She felt that she might not be able to support it for too long.

The stretched self has lost nearly one-third of his body, and the originally round and lovely body is now full of gaps that have been eaten away.In addition to the pain, this horrible and ugly appearance made her even more desperate.

Better to die, she thought.

Stretching out the same incomplete claw, Lu Fushi Granose stared blankly at the blood stained on it, who didn't know whether it was his own or other curse spirits. Tears couldn't stop falling on it, washing out a small piece of clean gray skin.

However, she cannot die, at least not yet.

If she died, Shir would surely be eaten too.

She doesn't want this.

If he can't keep him, then what is she doing here, eat one get one free?

She doesn't suffer this kind of loss.

Just when she was trying to disperse the pain, the defense line in front of her was bitten again, and a mantis-like magic spirit got half of its head in through it.

The protruding compound eyes are turning "gulugulu", and the chewing mouthparts are still turning over and chewing the smelly curse meat in the mouth, but these are obviously not enough, and they can't appease its appetite at all.

It needs better food—

Like humans.

Lu Fushe Granose shrank back in fear, and moved as close as possible to the gap in the stairs, for fear of being discovered by it.

The yellow-green compound eyes that were close at hand kept turning, as if they hadn't found the target, the Mantis Mantis retreated a short distance towards the gap.

Seeing this, she opened her eyes nervously, and watched the curse spirit in front of her retreat steadily until she was about to exit the gap, before she breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, the defenseless——

The needle-like eyes of the mantis curse spirit aimed at her quickly, and its blade-like forelimbs suddenly pierced from the outside of the corpse wall, straight into the soft body of the curse spirit.

The "scythe" penetrated so deeply that it even scratched the corner of the mouth of the child who was protected in the center, leaving a deep cut.

Hmm.

A muffled groan came from the mouth of the gray curse spirit, tears so much that even the vision in front of him was blurred.But she didn't want to escape eagerly. Instead, she pulled the child back with the tail wrapped around his waist, and rushed forward, using her soft body as a scabbard, sealing the curse spirit tightly. blade.

Immediately, the remaining four or five claws held down the scary mouthparts, Lu Fushi Granose clenched his teeth, wrapped the remaining claws around the fragile neck of the "mantis" like a snake, dug them in, and pulled them out ——

The sound of flesh and blood tearing apart, the blood sprayed on her body, and the head still chewing in her hands...

Everything made her feel nauseous.

He closed his eyes and threw the things in his hands out vigorously. The gap that was temporarily blocked seemed to buy him some time.

She wanted to pull her fragmented body out of the sickle to see what was behind her.But as long as she moved, the rows of hard serrations on the blade seemed to be biting her internal organs.The instinct of being a curse spirit was warning her that if she pulled herself out, her body would be broken in half immediately.

she will die.

Although it's almost too fast now.

The blood is flowing quickly, I don't know if it is because she still thinks that she is a human being, and her body of this curse spirit seems to follow the setting of human beings.

Her breathing weakened, her heartbeat slowed down, and she was so cold that she couldn't help shivering.

When he was dying, the low-level curse spirit's tears seemed to never run out, and the blood-stained purple calamus bracelet on his hand was washed especially beautifully by the dripping tears.

Lu Fushe Granose exhaled lightly and slowly, exhausting his last strength to slowly extend his body again.

The gray skin gradually became lighter as it stretched, and even became the only light and shadow in the too dark room.

While protecting her black hair very carefully in the gap between the steps and the safe space supported by her only body, her black pupils, which were as smooth as the glass of the curse spirit, began to dim.

I don't know if the Qingsong Garden will cool down tonight...?

She was thinking inexplicably, but her eyelids could no longer hold back and gradually drooped and closed.

For a long time, the shallow breathing became weaker and weaker.

Until finally completely stagnated in this narrow room——

No one knows.

...

The cold water drops kept dripping, and the pain at the corners of the lips kept spreading...

Just when a curse spirit was about to bite the child's bare ankle, the black-haired Masata suddenly opened his eyes as if warning in advance.I saw his body deftly on one side, and then he lifted his foot and kicked towards the empty place——

The head of the invisible curse spirit was directly kicked out by his powerful force, and landed in the distance, staring, twisting and screaming.

"Is it... work news again..."

The monastery couldn't even see what was going on, but expressionlessly licked the blood from the wound on the corner of his lips, his green eyes were dim.

Was he in this position when he fell?

Without thinking too much, he seized the time to raise his head to visually measure the approximate height of the gap, took a step forward, his calf tensed, and he jumped up suddenly, his hands easily climbed to the edge of the stone steps above his head.Immediately, the waist and abdomen were exerted, and a jump was made, and the child's ungrown figure fell down the steps like a wild leopard fighting its prey.

Without hesitation, he ran straight to the end of the stairs, until he reached the Shimen and there was no way to retreat, then he took a few short breaths and sat down with his back against the Shimen tensed.

Looking sideways at the invisible deep shadow below the stone steps, Chanyuan Shier suddenly raised his hand to touch his forehead inexplicably.

Is it an illusion?

At that time, there seemed to be water droplets falling on him all the time, it was cold and cold, as if something was crying very sadly.

But here is the heap of curse spirits, how could there be tears appearing here, it might as well say that the roof is leaking and so on.

Zenyuan Shier frowned in confusion, and suddenly quickly backed up half a step with one hand supporting his body, but he still didn't have time to completely avoid the attack.

There was a small cut in the top of the shirt, and blood oozes from the skin.

Shi'er's dark green eyes flickered, and without hesitation, he stretched out his legs and swiped from a certain direction, kicking back the curse spirit who was originally grinning in front of him, and a bunch of others behind him.

Can't die here, he thought.

In Baisha Qingsong Court, "she" is still waiting for him to go back.

...

The setting sun was like blood, shining obliquely into the corridor, making the sticky blood behind the stone gate look like hell.

At the end of the stone steps, the black-haired boy curled up under the stone door in a semi-conscious state, soaked in blood.Under him, there were countless severed limbs of the curse spirit, almost covering the entire stone steps.

"Shir!"

Seeing this, the people directly adjacent to the Buddhist monastery frowned, and bent over to take him out of the disgusting and stench of mantras.

As soon as he touched the child's skirt, it seemed that some kind of alarm had been triggered. The child's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the dark green eyes flashed a sharp cold light under the black hair. Under such circumstances, the muscles affect the whole body, like a young wolf howling threateningly, directly attacking the Zhipi people of the Zen Yuan.

The Zenyuan Zhipi people were taken aback, and subconsciously blocked Shi Er's attack, which was already at the end of their crossbow, and then turned back? There was a hand knife behind Ye's neck, knocking people unconscious?br/>

Holding the man in his hand, the man next to him squinted his eyes and glanced at the incision on his lips, as well as the various small wounds on his body, and suddenly laughed loudly.

Pity.

If he has mantra power, even a little bit, this kid is enough to become a sorcerer who can take the monastery to the next level.

It's just that there are no ifs in this world.

Turning around and taking the wolf cub in his hand, he walked past several sorcerers who followed him, and the direct neighbor of the Buddhist monastery ordered softly: "Clean up the inside."

"Yes, Mr. Zhibiren."

Several sorcerers answered respectfully, and entered the stone gate after Zhipi people from the Zen courtyard left.

Behind them, a thin figure also rushed in, eyes full of restlessness.

Zen director Xi ignored the sticky dark purple blood under his feet, and searched around the huge room with the blood light of the setting sun.

there is no...

Not here either...where did she go?

The thin boy ran around with a white face. In his panic, he suddenly stepped on a pile of sticky blood clots, staggered, and slid into the gap under the stone steps.

There, a beautiful garland was quietly lying on the ground covered with blood, and the purple calamus was in full bloom.

Zen Dean Xi was stunned, and after a long time, he gently picked up the bracelet as if he had just woken up from a dream.

He thought that such delicate and useless things would only be liked by girls.

Half-kneeling and looking around in the gap, he found that there was a lot of blood and severed limbs here, like layers upon layers, and the dark purple blood stain was even as thick as half a finger.

As if thinking of something, the boy's lips trembled, and he leaned over slowly, smelling the ground.

His technique is "smell", he can clearly smell the aroma of calendula that still remains here.

The bitterness made his nose sore.

The blood red of the setting sun sank more and more, shining on the boy's downcast eyes, it was a crazy red.

After a while, he got up slowly, wiped the wreath in his hand clean, and then stepped on the stone steps without looking back, his pace became faster and faster, and finally he ran all the way towards Baisha Qingsongting.

...

Night fell, and there was no moon or star at this moment.

Zenyuan Shier was running on the road, his lungs were burning badly due to the shortness of breath and the long distance.

But he didn't pay attention to it, he just panted, eagerly rushing towards his destination like a puppy looking forward to meeting his master.

It's already this late.

He couldn't help thinking anxiously, what if Satang saw that he hadn't gone back for so long and went out to find him?

"She" is too precious, causing him to worry about losing her all the time.

The horse ran non-stop all the way, and in less than 10 minutes, Zenyuan Shier crossed more than half of the Zenyuan, and saw the familiar outer gate of Qingsongting.

See you soon!

Unspeakable joy rose from the black-haired boy's heart, Zenyuan Shier slowed down his pace, took a deep breath, hid the ruptured wound on his leg with a large jacket, and walked into the courtyard gate.

"...You're back."

A hoarse and calm voice came from the side, Zenyuan Shier lowered his face, looked at Zen Changxi who was squatting under the eaves, and said in a bad tone, "What are you doing here, go back."

Zen Dean Xi stood up, tilted his head and smiled at him, and shook the garland on his wrist by the way, "Shier, does this look good?"

Zenyuan Shier stared at the wreath in his hand, his green pupils half-hidden by black hair gradually became dangerous: "Where did you steal this from?"

"steal?"

Zen Dean Xi frowned and looked at him, "I didn't steal it, someone gave it to me."

"It's the one who lives here with you."

"Today, she came to see me, let me lead her to find you."

The cruelty in Shier's eyes froze in Zenyuan, and he suddenly raised his head to stare at him, "What did you say?!"

"Shier, your ears don't seem to be very good." Zen director Xi shrugged and repeated, "I said, I took her to the mantra pile to find you, but the door is closed and we can't get in, so Just waiting outside the door."

"Do you know how you got out? You were brought out by Mr. Zhibiren. You're covered in blood. You look like you're in a terrible mess."

Zenyuan didn't say a word, just listened to his words with a blank face, "So, what do you want to say?"

"She doesn't want you anymore."

Zen director Xi suddenly walked up to Shier and said with a smile.

"I don't understand what you mean." Zenyuan Shier twitched the corners of his mouth, and answered without leaking.

"You know, my sister also had a puppy before. She liked its cute appearance very much, but one day, she found that although the puppy was cute, it would be bullied outside. It was very embarrassing, so she gave it away to someone else."

"No one would want a lost dog~"

"So she asked me to tell you that she entrusted you to Lord Zhipi." The Chancellor Xi's voice was light and innocent, "It's "entrustment", but you can definitely do it." Get it."

"That's a very, very implicit 'abandonment.'"

"Like my sister's puppy, she smiled and said 'please' and dumped it."

Zen director Xi looked at Shi Er's cut lips, and the smile on his face widened, "Look, you don't even have the most beautiful face now."

"However, I know you think I'm lying to you, so it doesn't matter if you don't believe me."

"Anyway, she won't come back."

After the boy finished speaking, he walked towards the gate of the courtyard, as if he was ready to leave after delivering the message.

"stop."

A cold voice sounded.

The headmaster of Zen raised the corners of his lips, turned around and said with a smile, "Why, do you still want to ask me where she went?"

Zenyuan Shier sneered, and pointed to the wreath in his hand: "Give it back to me."

Zen Dean Xi put away his smile in an instant, blood flushed faintly in his eyes.

After a long time, he took off the garland in his hand, threw it on the ground casually, rolled it up with his foot, and said, "Here, I returned it to you."

Zenyuan Shier looked down at the crushed purple calamus, walked over expressionlessly, kicked him on the ground unceremoniously, and picked up the messy garland on the ground.

"You have to be lucky, you are now in the Green Pine Garden."

He said condescendingly.

Zen director Xi lay on the ground, wondering if it was because of too much pain, he didn't answer, but tears kept falling into the white sand, wetting a puddle of water.

Zenyuan Shi Er frowned, turned directly into the house, and ignored his nerves.

Half an hour later, Zen Master Xi left the courtyard, and Shi Er climbed up to the eaves and said softly, "Granose."

The only response to him was the cold night wind.

"granulated sugar?"

Zenyuan Shier called again, but still no one responded.

...

At dawn, the sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the stiff back of the child, revealing a shadow.

Throughout the night, there was no sign of her anywhere in the monastery.

Returning to the eaves, Zenyuan Shier looked down at the "babies" who had disappeared under the red pines, and raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, allowing the wound on his lips to tear again, dripping with blood.

"...It turns out that you are also a liar."