The Phantom of Jazz

Chapter 31

【Aslan? Ryan】

Qi Ling was walking aimlessly on the bustling streets of Rennes. He remembered that this was the first stop he entered the world of soul art. A row of god statues stood tall in the distance, and the tomb of souls was at the end of No.17 chess pieces. , where he obtained his first Horcrux.

Qi Ling stood blankly in front of the No.17 god statues, his fingers lightly brushed the rough surface of sight, he remembered being chased and killed by Tianshu Youhua in Rennes, Yin Chen knelt down to Tianshu Youhua for himself, and There was that Lianquan who stood in front of her resolutely as a girl in danger, and now, she is still standing here, but she can no longer walk in through the chess pieces. Those who used to be with her don't know now Where do you live.Cangxue Zhiya stood beside Qi Ling, as if he understood Qi Ling's sadness, it whined softly, rubbing its furry head against Qi Ling's back again and again.

Qi Ling didn't know how long he stood there, until the stone statue in front of him started to blur, and the rainwater from the sky had already started to fall for so long, the cold rainwater quickly slipped from the boy's characteristic black and smooth hair, soaking the boy's thin clothes.

The boy didn't notice the person standing behind him. The woman who once guarded him behind him is now standing under the hazy rain curtain behind him. As long as he turns his head a little, he can find that all his thoughts will become in his field of vision. A sandstorm was set off, and after he finally washed the sand from his eyes with tears, what he saw would be a lifeless and devastated world.

Qi Ling closed his eyes, the icy raindrops hit his thick eyelashes drop by drop, and felt a scent of lotus wrapped in the thick rainy smell, Qi Ling opened his eyes in surprise, he backed away in disbelief After taking a step, he turned around and met Lianquan's empty eyes behind him.

"Sister Lianquan." Standing in the rain for a long time, the slightly rising body temperature made the boy's clear voice a little hoarse.He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and then the boy's clear smile in the rain slowly bloomed, he walked forward and looked at the expressionless Lianquan, a feeling of uneasiness arose from his heart, such empty soulless eyes, Qi Ling It seems that the shadow of Xiuchuan Jizo was found in Lianquan.The swaying rain did not stain Lianquan's beautiful face at all, like a puppet doll covered in a packaging bag.

"Sister Lianquan, what's the matter with you?" The young man paused and looked at the silent Lianquan in the rain from a distance. Cangxue Zhiya also felt the master's uneasiness, and stood up majestically, shaking off the rainwater all over his head. In front of the boy.

【Aslan? Fog Hidden Green Island】

"Where is he going?" Boyce slammed his clenched fist on the coffee table out of control.

"Didn't go back to Fuze Town, and didn't come to Wuyin Green Island. Could it be that he went back to Fengjindao?" Yinchen held his forehead anxiously. He hated himself for being so weak. Why didn't he be stronger? How did Zero return to the current embarrassing situation.

"Because of the loss of Lord Zero, the Silver Priest will not sit idly by. Now all the fortresses in Fengyuan will go through strict investigations. Qiling's return to Fengjin is simply seeking his own death." Suoer said worriedly from the side.

"He won't talk back." Boyce said coldly.

"What do you mean?"

"The last thing he wants to see now is Yin Chen and me."

"How is it possible? What did the two of you do to him?" You Ming stepped forward angrily. If he hadn't worried that it was Boyce who spoke, he might have grabbed Boyce's neck now.

"What did you do?" Yin Chen raised his head and squinted at Boyce: "You tell me what you did."

Bois rubbed his aching temples: "I told Qi Ling Yinchen to abandon him, and let him go back to Wuyin Green Island to ask for clarification. I don't know why he did this." Do you really want me to go?Boyce was taken aback suddenly when he recalled the boy's near-desperate words.As a strong man, he has never understood what despair is. He didn't understand the boy's weak eyes, and suddenly felt a heavy pain in his heart. Presumably the boy at that time must have thought that the whole world had abandoned him.

"Pa——" Yin Chen crushed the cup in his hand, he stood up, his usual calmness and elegance were gone, his blue eyes wantonly exuded a chilling chill: "The despicable and nasty things you did yourself Isn't it enough? You still come up with such a cruel lie, do you really want him to die?"

"You are all enough." Gilgamesh took the furious silver dust around him into his arms.

"Gilgamesh, let me go." Yinchen stretched out his hand and pulled Gilgamesh's hand that was tightly locked on him, even biting his arm directly, regrettably, it didn't move at all.

The pain in his arm made Gilgamesh frowned slightly, but he still didn't let go of his hand.

Yin Chen gradually felt the smell of blood seeping into his mouth, and let go of Gilgamesh's hand in panic. He never thought that one day, as an apostle, he would actually hurt the prince.

Gilgamesh seemed to see something from Yinchen's momentary hesitation: "Yinchen, how did you hurt me so little?"

The tyrannical factor in the blood gradually calmed down, Yin Chen calmed down, and suddenly remembered that he was still a boy leaning on Wang Jue's shoulder and swore that he would always be by Wang Jue's side, always protect Wang Jue, and never hurt Wang Jue, but, Now the prince holding him behind him is probably covered in bruises.

"Qi Ling will go to another place." Qi La, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"Where." The lifeless Boyce seemed to be grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Ren."

【Aslan? Ryan】

Qi Ling fell into a pool of viscous blood with his eyes open, the rebirth chains kept spinning and cutting the space he faced, and finally entangled into a beautiful silver cage.The pain in his left shoulder had reached its peak, but such severe pain seemed to no longer be able to arouse his pain-sensing nerves. He opened his lips tremblingly, and struggled to piece together a few words: "Why?"

Cangxue Zhiya's snow-white fluff rose gently into the air with the wind, and then was wet by the rain and slowly descended on the young man's wing-like eyelashes. The boy blinked mechanically, and the fluff floated and fell to the side again. In the blood gradually melted away by the rain.

Qi Ling has never felt so tired before, he feels the despair that envelops him like the haze and gray sky above his head squeezes on his extremely exhausted body, he wants to raise his head to look ahead, but only the bones of his neck respond to him There was a clicking sound.Not far from the boy, stood his soul beast—Cangxue Zhiya.He remembered that a few minutes ago, his Cangxue Zhiya proudly walked in front of him, facing his back against the out-of-control Lianquan who isolated the danger from it, but the accident happened at the moment when the human and the lion made eye contact. It happened, and his Cangxue Zhiya exuded a murderous intent as if he had received a certain order. He turned around slowly in the young man's fragile vision, and his emerald green eyes began to become hollow and different from the gentleness in the past.

The young man didn't notice such a change, he just asked suspiciously: "Cang Xue, what's wrong with you?"

The moment the voice fell to the ground, Cangxue Zhiya had kicked off the ground, and his white hair exploded in the air like a white lightning, pounced on the unsuspecting young man at an astonishing speed, when the sudden severe pain on his left shoulder spread all over his body At that moment, the boy's eyes widened, and he opened his lips to look at Cang Xue who was still biting his shoulder in surprise. The furry jaws of the soul beast dripped slowly.The pain from the tearing wound made the boy's facial features wrinkle together, and then the sharp teeth buried deep in his shoulder moved, and he quickly broke free from the weak shoulder, blood splashed out from the wound and a part of it Blood splashed onto the young man's pale skin, the young man's thin body swayed, and fell to Cangxue Zhiya's blood-sticking feet.

The blood seemed to flow endlessly from Qi Ling's wound. The boy's hand without a trace of blood slowly and strenuously covered the wound that penetrated into the bone marrow on his shoulder to stop the further loss of blood. He turned his face with difficulty and looked at the wound Leaving Cangxue Zhiya stepping on his own blood step by step, even he himself couldn't tell whether what came out of his dry throat was a desire for pain or a sob for betrayal.

He suddenly remembered that in the soul tomb, the exquisite and beautiful Lianquan stood opposite him and the still docile Cangxue Zhiya with mottled blood all over her body. She patiently explained to her ignorant self that she was a The pride of the fifth-degree apostle, that is, the talent bestowed on her by her elder brother - soul control.