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Yin Lingxi took a step forward slowly, and murmured: "I haven't dreamed of you for a long time..."

This obsessive look stunned the young man, and then he reacted, wondering: "Here, did you recognize the wrong person?"

He thought for a while, and then explained: "I passed by here and thought this peach forest is beautiful, so I came in to have a look. If I offend you, I will leave now."

Only then did Yin Lingxi see that the other half of the boy's face was still wearing a mask, the red feathers between his brows were gorgeous, and his facial features were not cold, but rather gorgeous.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the young man cupped his hands away: "I'm offended."

After speaking, he turned around and left without any regrets.

Yin Lingxi subconsciously said, "Wait a minute!"

The boy looked back.

Yin Lingxi was in a daze for another moment, then smiled, "I'm here alone, and I still have some wine, if you don't mind, can you stay with me for a while?"

After half an hour.

The young man was lazily leaning on a corner of the veranda, holding a half-drunk wine jar in his hand, slightly drunk and lost in thought.Yin Lingxi was sitting on his left, watching him quietly.

"...Who did you recognize me just now?" The boy asked after taking a sip of his wine.

His eyes lightly fell on the painting on the tombstone, and for some reason, an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Is it your sweetheart?"

Yin Lingxi shook his head: "You are very similar, but not at all."

The young man sneered, and his voice was very soft: "I hate you people who misidentify their lovers the most. How unfair it is to those who have been misidentified..."

The people around him didn't say anything, and the boy continued, "How many years have you been guarding here?"

"Fifty-eight years."

"Older than me." The boy whispered.

Yin Lingxi became interested: "You have the imprint of red feathers between your eyebrows, it's a little red bird, right? At three or four hundred years old, why are you so unhappy?"

"Hey?" The boy smiled, "How can you tell that I'm not happy?"

Yin Lingxi looked at his smile firmly, moved his eyes to the corners of his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Because you cried."

"Really?" The young man was amazed, he raised his hand casually, and really saw the crystal clear water on his fingertips, so he shrugged indifferently, "Because your wine is too spicy."

Yin Lingxi looked away, and said calmly: "We have never met before, and it is fate that you come here. If you have something on your mind, you may wish to tell me. I have lived longer than you, and maybe I can give you an idea."

"I won't leave here, and you don't have to worry about me talking to others."

The young man gradually fell silent, and after a while, he smiled and said, "It's really nothing."

"I just discovered that the person who raised me only regarded me as a panacea for the resurrection of the person he liked, and wanted to cut off my feathers and take my life."

The boy picked and picked, and said a few things one after another, with a calm tone as if he was telling someone else's story.

"... Later, when I came out to relax, I came to you."

Yin Lingxi frowned slightly: "Haven't you ever thought about leaving like this? The monster clan has a long lifespan, but broken feathers are not pain that ordinary people can bear."

The boy didn't speak.

In fact, for him now, Duan Lingyu can still live, but Shouyuan...

After Akabane Nascent Soul, he lived eight thousand years.But the fire of Nirvana last time burned his lifespan for more than 7000 years. Excluding the years he lived, he really couldn't figure out how much he had left.

He was in a daze for a moment, and asked an irrelevant question: "Have you lived for so long, do you know Sword Master Fuzhi?"

Yin Lingxi froze for a moment, pursed his lips and said, "I know a little bit."

The boy stood up and looked at him, "Then do you know Gu Mianliang?"

Yin Lingxi hadn't heard of this name for a long time, "... I know it. Why are you asking this?"

The young man snorted: "It's nothing, because some people said that I look like Fuzhi Jianzun, so I was curious about what happened to you at that time, and wanted to ask what the relationship between the two of them is." He paused, "Is it a Taoist companion?" ?”

When I mentioned it again at this time, the hostility on Yin Lingxi's body was almost invisible, and he said in a distant tone, "They are not Taoist couples, Gu Mianliang is Fuzhi's junior uncle."

The boy couldn't help but said: "Is the relationship very good?"

"If there were no accidents later, maybe...they would be together."

If he hadn't intervened, and the master hadn't met him, maybe he would really be with Gu Mianliang.

The boy stayed for a while, holding the wine jar and drinking for a long time, "...then tell me, I want to hear their stories."

Yin Lingxi seemed to be gradually falling into the memory, and talked a lot intermittently, from early morning to noon, to nightfall, the stars were shining slightly in the sky, and the peach petals were blowing away with the cool wind.

At the end, the young man said enviously, "Sword Master Fuzhi...that's really nice."

He is really a very good person, so much better than him, no wonder his foster father is so infatuated.So it's completely understandable that foster father likes him.

He shook his head, stood up unsteadily, hugged the wine jar, and walked back slowly.

Yin Lingxi looked at his back: "Leave?"

The young man gave up and hiccupped: "There's no need to give it away..."

Yin Lingxi stopped him and hesitated for a moment, "If you need anything, you can come to me again."

Come here again...

The boy looked around.

It's a beautiful place, but he probably won't have the chance to come again.

He didn't know the name of this young man in black, but he felt inexplicably comfortable getting along with him this day.

Maybe there is only one day's fate between them.

The young man turned his head and said seriously: "My name is Yunfu, Fuyun's Fu. If there is a chance, I will come to drink with you."

He raised the wine jar in his hand, and disappeared into the depths of the peach forest just like when he came.

Yin Lingxi sat there for a long time, until the veranda was covered with another layer of peach petals, then got up, cleaned it skillfully, walked to the tombstone, and sat on the futon next to it.

"Master, let me dream of you once..."

Leaning on the tombstone, he whispered, and slowly closed his eyes.

But not long after, the meridians all over his body became scorching hot. The half piece of Zhijing bone that had melted into his body thousands of years ago seemed to be stimulated by something, and the fluctuations were extremely strong.

Concealed with excitement.

Yin Lingxi opened his eyes abruptly.

After returning to the bamboo house again, Fuzhi stopped acting as a monster, and acted honestly and quietly following Gu Mianliang.

The young man pretended not to see the spirit summoning formation gradually taking shape on a mountain in the north, and devoted himself seriously to the beautiful phantom of the remaining two months.

He asked Gu Mianliang to memorize his preferences and check them willfully.As long as Gu Mianliang shows a little helplessness, he can be happy all day.

Unknowingly, Gu Mianliang has gotten used to taking care of this little sparrow who has nothing to criticize.

The boy looked carefree all day long, but he never let Gu Mianliang stay in his room until night.

So Gu Mianliang never knew that he would cry every night.

Eyes open, lifeless and desperate.

On the second day, I wiped it dry again, and there was no trace of it.

He has only lived for more than 300 years, he is afraid of pain, he is afraid that he will die immediately after giving Shouyuan.

That would be inauspicious, he thought.

It's very unlucky that the person the foster father likes just came back to life, and he died in front of the two of them.

No matter what, I have to find another place, far away from death.

Preferably no one can see it.

The young man felt that he had a lot of backbone for thinking like this, so he groaned twice, turned over on the bed, and buried his face in the pillow.Not long after, the pillow fainted with wet marks inexplicably.

……

These two months passed quickly.

Tonight is the last night.

Gu Mianliang brought the dinner in, and when he was about to leave, the boy stopped him: "Father."

Gu Mianliang paused: "Yes."

The young man raised his eyes, his expression was unbelievably calm, and he didn't see the obsession of the past two months, "The spirit summoning formation is ready." He pointed it out directly.

The tenderness in Gu Mianliang's eyes faded, and she sat opposite him, "Get ready."

He took out a small jade bottle and tapped it with his fingertips: "This is for pain relief, you... won't feel it tomorrow."

The boy took it and played with it for a while, then laughed, then put it on the table and pushed it back, "No need."

"Broken feathers, if I don't feel it, I can't guarantee that it will be broken completely," he said indifferently, "After all, it is the first time I have broken it, and I have no experience."

Gu Mianliang was silent for a moment, wondering whether he should take back the pain-relieving elixir or not.

The boy took off the mask on his face, and there were three centipede-like red scars crawling on his right face, which was strange and beautiful.

He stretched out his hand, put his palm on the back of Gu Mianliang's hand, clenched it slightly, and said in an inexplicable tone, "Father, this is the last night."

He inserted his fingers into Gu Mianliang's, and clasped his fingers tightly.

"You see clearly, who I am."

Gu Mianliang glanced at the scar on the young man's face, and said in a low voice, "You are Yunfu."

The boy just laughed, and the red feather between his brows was dazzling.

He held Gu Mianliang with one hand, hooked the knot around the man's waist with the other, and slowly backed away.Gu Mianliang followed his strength and was pushed onto the bed by the young man.

Gu Mianliang snorted, her white hair was messily scattered beside the pillow, her eyes were slightly dark.

"... Yunfu."

The young man leaned on him limply, and pressed his index finger on his lips, "Shh...don't talk."

He stretched out his hand to lower the bed curtain, and the light in this square inch became even darker, and even the scars on his face became blurred.

The young man lowered his head, held Gu Mianliang's earlobe in his mouth, licked and vomited lightly, and murmured on his neck, the rest of his breath was scorching hot.

"Father, the person you love tonight is still me, the deadline hasn't come yet, you probably won't refuse..."

His slender fingertips slid across Gu Mianliang's chin, Adam's apple, chest, and landed on his waist... Then with a light hook, he untied the knot of the clothes, lifted the bed curtain, and threw it down.

At some point, a moth flew in from the outside, circling the bright and hot candle on the table. After a while, it hugged the flame without hesitation, the candle shook for a while, and some smoke that seemed to be there was raised.

Faintly heard a slap, and something fell on the table.

The temperature in the bed curtain gradually increased.

"Father, look at me..."

The young man took Gu Mianliang's hand, stroked his right cheek, and said in a low voice, "Look at me..."

Gu Mianliang touched one or two moist tear stains, and rubbed her calloused fingertips on the uneven right cheek of the young man.

This is the first time in the past two months that the boy took off his mask in front of him, it seems to be to let him recognize that he is Yunfu.

But in fact, except for the time when he lost his memory, he has always been very clear and has never been confused.

"Father..."

The boy kissed his lips with great force, biting the bloody smell, and then slowly licked it clean, like a cat, very clingy.

Gu Mianliang's clothes were already half taken off by him, the young man's heartbeat gradually accelerated, he also tore off his own clothes, and stuck tightly to Gu Mianliang.

The temperature of Niaozu's body has always been high. When posting this, Gu Mianliang unexpectedly thought of the moon-inviting flower blooming beside the pillow on the night of the Moon Worship Festival.

The young man was lying on his body, with a deep and seductive depression protruding from his back, along the spine, sinking into an invisible place, the red clothes were half-faded, and the two dimples on the back of the waist could be vaguely seen.

Gu Mianliang's hand landed on his back.

The young man was very thin, and there was still a little sensuality on his body before, but now he can't see it at all.

"Father..." the young man whispered in his ear, his fingertips twirling around his fragile larynx, and the ending sound hooked, "...do you want me?"

"..."

Gu Mianliang's body tensed slightly, but there was no reaction.

So the young man stopped, sat up and looked down at him, his red lips curled up slightly, as if sarcasm: "It's not like I haven't done it, Gu Mianliang, what are you pretending to be here?"

He poked Gu Mianliang's chest with his fingers, and the corners of his brows and eyes were filled with coldness. The words that came out of his mouth seemed to be stabbing someone's lungs.

"Aren't you the one who made me speechless on the bed before? Wasn't it you who made me call my brother good? What, is my waist not soft, or um!"

The boy's eyes flickered, and when he realized it, the positions of the two were upside down. He was kissed by Gu Mianliang, and all other words were blocked, and he couldn't say a word.

Gu Mianliang's breathing was a little messy, and she supported the young man's side, "...Stop talking."

The boy said hoarsely, "Why can't you say it?"

Gu Mianliang remained silent for a moment, then put her hand on the boy's lower abdomen, and asked him in a low voice, "Is this what you want in the end?"

The young man hugged his neck with a smile, tears from the corners of his eyes fell into his temples, and said softly: "Yes..."

"That's good..." Gu Mianliang kissed the scar on his right cheek, inch by inch, as if completing some task, with a low voice, "I promise you..."

The young man raised his head panting, a thin layer of sweat covered his body, he wept softly, "Gu Mianliang, do you hate me?"

He forced him to act in this way, forcing him to do things he didn't want to do.Do you hate him?

"I don't hate it," Gu Mianliang sighed, with complicated eyes: "I owe you."

"Then he will hate me..." The young man stroked his face with sad eyes, "When he wakes up, he will hate me."

He remembered the story he had heard from the young man in black in Taolin some time ago.Jian Zun and Yifu have been in the same family for hundreds of years, and Yifu has waited so long, there should be a good result.

Gu Mianliang said: "He doesn't love me."

With tears in the boy's eyes: "He will."

He raised his hand to stop Gu Mianliang's next move, and raised his arm to cover the upper half of his face under the questioning eyes of the other party, hiding the fragility and embarrassment in his eyes.

"You go."

The young man couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears on his face, his slightly damp black hair fell on the pillow, his chest heaved unsteadily, "Before I change my mind."

Gu Mianliang raised her head from his neck and sat up slowly, the cat scratches on his back were covered by the falling white hair, "... Yunfu."

The young man tilted his head, gritted his teeth, and spit out a soft and quick word: "Get lost..."

Just this one word seems to have exhausted all the strength of the whole body.

Gu Mianliang remained silent for a while, and turned over without hesitation on the bed, picked up the clothes that had fallen on the ground, and put them on her body.

When he walked to the door, he paused, tightened his grip on the door frame, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry for you."

After that, there was the sound of closing the door.

The wind from outside blows in, the lamps and candles on the table are suddenly extinguished, and the room is suddenly plunged into darkness.

The boy turned over and lay on the pillow, motionless.

After a while, he reached out his hand and took out a brocade handkerchief from under the pillow, blew his nose fiercely, and fiercely threw the brocade handkerchief far away, then tore off the quilt and wrapped himself into a small A ball, hid.

Day two.

The Demon Emperor suddenly noticed a sinister aura.

He stepped out of the palace, frowned and felt: "This... it seems that someone has set up some evil formation in the monster clan, it's strange..."

He couldn't sense the exact location.

The Demon Emperor pondered for a moment, then recruited some people to come over: "Go and check to see if there is anything unusual in the north."

"Yes!"

……

An empty mountaintop in the north.

This place is still within the domain of the monster clan, with abundant aura, and not far from the ancient magic circle, it is the best place to summon the undead.

A scarlet magic circle enveloped the entire mountain top, with an ice coffin in the middle.

An evil and strange blood drop was suspended on the ice coffin, and as it swirled around, there was a strange wave of vitality.

The scarlet magic circle slowly expanded, and Gu Mianliang stood beside him with his hands behind his back, the icy wind blowing away the corners of his blue clothes.

He squinted his eyes, his years of obsession was about to come true, suddenly, he felt an unrealistic sense of nothingness.

The blood beads became brighter and brighter, and finally at a certain moment, the light became brighter!

The formation soared into the sky, and the blood energy almost dyed half of the sky red.

At the same time, a strong wind suddenly rose!

The hundreds of ghosts in a radius of thousands of miles were stimulated and howled in unison.

In an instant, the sky was gloomy as if a rainstorm was approaching, and angry thunderbolts struck down!

嚟

The crisp sound of birdsong pierced the sky.

A crimson fire light floated towards it at an extremely fast speed, and the majestic and noble red bird hovered in the sky, with three long tails and long feathers that were perfect and gorgeous.

It landed on the ice coffin gracefully and lightly, spread its wings, and uttered a clear cry again. Then, the bird's beak touched the blood-red bead, lifted it up with spiritual power, and slowly poured it into its life essence .

The pure longevity vitality mixed with the power of the blood beads, after being transformed by the formation, slowly submerged into the ice coffin.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and half a day passed without knowing it.

The thunder in the sky became more and more dull.

Under the dim sky, the only bright color is the red bird on the ice coffin.

Gu Mianliang's heart hung high, she stared at it for a moment, her palms clenched tightly.

The lifespan absorbed by the blood beads was not only 300 years, but did not stop until nearly 400 years.The blood bead slowly turned black, and a terrifying suction force came from inside, and the dark ghostly aura penetrated far.

Evocation is already half successful.

The young man who turned into a red bird fainted for a moment, only felt that the black and red beads seemed to be sucking him in, and had the illusion that his soul had left his body.

"what……"

The ghostly atmosphere around is a good cover.

Xi You, who is far away from the ghosts but has been observing here, let out a doubt, thinking of his previous guess in surprise, "They can't really be the same person..."

Halfway through, the magic circle is about to start operating, and now there is only one last thing missing.

The red bird turned its head, its elegant long neck bent back, a look of sternness flashed in its eyes, and its sharp beak bit the tail of the middle feather.

"..."

Gu Mianliang's eyes trembled, and she took a step forward subconsciously, but she barely took half a foot, and then stopped on the spot, with the veins on her wrists bulging.

In the next second, the red bird raised its head, and its extremely painful cry resounded throughout the world. It held that gorgeous feather in its mouth, and there were only two tails left behind.

The strange blood oozes from its body and slowly spreads throughout the entire ice coffin.

Chiniao's whole body went limp, and he lay on top of the ice coffin.

The pain of breaking a feather is a hundred times worse than that of a human being.The luster of its whole body slowly dimmed, like a flame that was about to be extinguished.

Scarlet Bird was extremely weak and sent his feathers to the blood bead.

The blood beads slowly absorbed the feathers, turning them completely black, and circles of halos were shaken away, shaking Gu Mianliang a hundred meters away.

Naturally, he didn't see that the moment the blood bead turned completely black, Chiniao's soul left the body and submerged into the body of the ice coffin for a moment, but returned to the body again in the blink of an eye.

Fast like an illusion.

All this fell into Xiyou's eyes, he couldn't control his smile, and it was extremely gloomy: "Gu Mianliang, Gu Mianliang, I really made this king guess right, you, the person who has been looking for thousands of years, just In front of my own eyes, but blindfolded by obsession, I can't see..."

"This king is really laughing to death..."

He took back the ghostly aura that had been staying with the young man, and sighed: "I will tell you such important news on a good day."

The young man only felt that his whole body was cold, but that feeling disappeared immediately after.

His red bird figure slowly disappeared, turning into a human form and lying on the icy ice coffin.

The young man's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and the formation was still in operation, which meant that there was indeed a sword master's soul in this world, and the formation would not disappear until the undead were called back.

The boy came down from the ice coffin with bare feet, the blood left on his body snaked on his thin ankles and seeped into the ground, he was almost numb from the pain, the moment he got down, his legs went limp, and he almost knelt down.

He felt that his heartbeat seemed to be slowing down, and the strange coldness rising from his body eroded him inch by inch.

He walked to the edge of the formation and saw Gu Mianliang walking over quickly with a tense expression.

The boy forced a relaxed smile on his face, resisting the dizziness: "Father, I'm fine..."

Gu Mianliang didn't look at him, and passed him by, only seeing the silent ice coffin.

A scent of cold bamboo wafted from the tip of the boy's nose, and he was stunned.

After a while, he turned around and stared blankly at Gu Mianliang's figure.

The white-haired man gently pushed half of the ice coffin away, stood by the side, held the hand of the person in the coffin in his palm, as if treating a fragile and rare treasure, and placed a piece of ice on the finger of the body with great care. kiss.

"Ah Fu, wake up quickly..."

The voice was unbelievably gentle.

The teenager is like an outsider.

There was already a pool of blood under his feet.The boy looked down, and rubbed the dirty blood on his feet on the ground in embarrassment.

There was no rain in the gloomy sky, but water droplets fell on the pool of blood, which made people feel distressed.

The young man curled his lips and muttered, "Why do you wake up so quickly..."

What are you doing in such a hurry, I don't know to look at him, he has lost so much blood, and he doesn't even have a polite concern.

The wind on the top of the mountain was a bit strong, and it made him feel cold all over. The headband that tied his hair broke at some point, and his loose hair was blown up by the wind.

The young man was thin, and the flamboyant red clothes stuck to his body, and the protruding bones could be seen. He shivered and rubbed his shoulders.

"a little cold……"

Gu Mianliang in front seemed to be half dazed, motionless, quietly like an eternal and loyal guard.

The young man still couldn't hold back, looked at his back, his nose was sore, his eyes were red like an abandoned little beast: "I hope you two will go well in the future and be together well..."

He paused, whispered again and again, and said eagerly, "Gu Mianliang, I'm leaving."

After saying that, he turned around and took two steps, and couldn't help turning his head again, his eyes were red, "I'm really leaving this time."

The red feather between the young man's eyebrows has lost its luster, and it looks like a flower-shaped birthmark. Seeing that Gu Mianliang still didn't respond, he sniffed and turned around again.

The moment she turned around, a crystal tear fell and shattered on the ground.

This time he didn't look back.

Quietly, even the footsteps are very light.

……

The young man walked aimlessly for almost three days, the blood on his ankle gradually dried up, and there were many bumps and bruises on his feet.

He didn't want to go back to the Yaozu, and he didn't want to think about the life in the bamboo house.

He didn't know where he was going.

Previously, Gu Mianliang picked him up and gave him a home, but now he is alone again.

The young man was dizzy for a moment. He leaned quietly against a stone, raised his head, and waited for the dizziness to pass. Suddenly, an uncontrollable cough surged up in his chest.

He frowned, and suddenly bent over to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Cough cough cough..."

The boy raised his hand and wiped it as usual, and after a while, he continued to walk forward.

The cold wind suddenly picked up, blowing the young man's red shirt, and the raised black hair, from the end of his hair, turned into a silvery white like snow inch by inch.

The strands of hair were blown in front of the young man's eyes. He was taken aback for a moment, then lifted up a strand of hair and looked at it for a while.

Akabane, whose lifespan is approaching, will show signs of five declines.

But that was also when his hair started to turn gray slowly, his...

I can't live for a few days.

"...It turns out I'm dying."

The boy was slightly lost in thought.

There was no change in tone, as if stating a fact.

His mind was getting more and more dizzy, his reaction was half a beat slow, he touched his heart belatedly, and smacked the uncomfortable feeling coming from inside.

He was in a daze for a moment, not knowing what to think, and muttered: "That's pretty good."

The boy continued walking, only this time he knew where he was going.

He turned his feet and walked towards the ancient magic circle near the crack of ghost monsters.

Because of the spirit summoning circle, the ancient magic circle was full of ghosts, and all of them were drawn out by the soaring evil spirit, but they couldn't get close, only ghosts scurrying around.

The closer you get to the ancient magic circle, the more vicious and greedy ghosts there will be.

The boy walked over there unconsciously.

He still wore a mask on his face, his white hair lined his complexion like snow, half of his face was peerless, his red clothes were ragged, revealing his delicate and fair skin, and his blood-stained ankle just wanted to be held in the palm of his hand and loved.

Countless ghosts showed salivating eyes, and blatantly followed behind him:

"She's a beauty..."

"Brothers have been sleeping for so long, and suddenly woke up by the sudden spirit summoning circle, it has been a long time since I have meat..."

"Hey hey... I want to mess with him..."

"Together……"

The young man only felt that his surroundings were getting colder and colder. He slowly walked to the side of the ancient magic circle, squatted down, and stretched out his hands to caress it.

This is where the person whom the foster father likes is dedicated.

They look so alike, but one can die vigorously, while the other is doomed to die silently.

Suddenly, the young man froze and was pushed onto the altar by a force.

The boy snorted and said angrily, "Who?!"

Looking back, his pupils shrank suddenly, and ghosts that were solid or scattered were staring at him greedily, and the covetousness in his eyes was clearly revealed.

"Well!!"

The young man wanted to speak, but his mouth was blocked by a cloud of ghostly aura. His phoenix eyes opened wide, with collapse and despair welling up in his eyes, and he couldn't stop sobbing.

"Hey, brothers, I'm here first!"

"No, add me!"

"Hey, okay, okay!"

They rushed forward.

adoptive father...

Come and save me.

The boy struggled frantically at first, but then stopped moving.

He stared blankly at the dark sky, and there were several ferocious ghosts lying on his body.

There was a coldness in his eyes.

[Fu Zhi: Ah Ruan, kill them, and make some fake marks. 】

[Ah Ruan: Wuhu, good master! 】

The surrounding environment fluctuated strangely for a moment, and those ghosts disappeared in a trance, but they were recondensed into a pure energy body by Ah Ruan. It was divided into multiple corners, and biubiubiu was so busy that it took off.

On top of the evil and ferocious ancient magic circle.

The red-clothed boy's eyes were dead silent, but he didn't have a single tear.

He seemed to have returned to the Three Tu Mountain, but this time, no one came to rescue him.

Xiyou smiled happily, and drank the wine in his hand, "It's a good day today, and it's time to tell Gu Mianliang the good news."

"He must be very happy..."

"Report!" A ghost waiter hurried in from outside the door, "Report up, the Demon Race Emperor Yin begs to see you!"

"Oh?" The smile in Xiyou's eyes deepened, "Let him come in, it's good now, we're all alive."

Yin Lingxi stepped in, and the thousands of years of precipitation had completely drained his publicity, his face was mature, and his temperament was settled, he really had the aura of the emperor of the demon clan.

He cupped his hands slightly: "Ghost King."

Xi You propped his chin: "What's the matter with Emperor Yin coming here?"

Yin Lingxi said straightforwardly: "I have searched for a person's soul for thousands of years, and I have disturbed ghosts and monsters many times. This time is also the same. Today, the bones of the most pure bone are getting hotter and hotter on my body. With such a change, I feel..."

Xiyou: "Do you think the soul of Sword Master Fuzhi has returned?"

Yin Lingxi pursed his lips, "That's true, I wonder if the Ghost King has received any news from here?"

Xiyou nodded casually: "Yes."

Yin Lingxi was taken aback for a moment, then his heart beat suddenly quickened, his figure flashed, and he went directly to Xiyou: "Where is it?!"

"If you really find it, the emperor promises that we, the demons, will satisfy you as much as possible."

Xi You was so disgusted, he broke Yin Lingxi's hand that was holding onto his collar, "Your demon king is not rare, I do know where the sword master's soul is."

He stood up: "That guy Gu Mianliang is in Bei'an Mountain, he is summoning a soul, guess whose soul he is summoning."

"Impossible!" Yin Lingxi categorically denied, "I have already tried all the methods of summoning souls, how is it possible..."

Xiyou shook his head, "Gu Mianliang, that guy is even crazier than you."

Yin Ling's west eyes darkened: "Go to Bei'an Mountain with me!"

Gu Mianliang stood guard on the top of the mountain for a long time, his hands were already as warm as the body in the coffin.

The formation has not stopped, and the soul has not returned.

He called Ah Fu over and over again, trying to get the soul who didn't know where to come back quickly.

When Yin Lingxi and Xiyou came over, they saw such a scene.

The figure of the person in the coffin suddenly fell into Yin Lingxi's eyes, his eyes turned red suddenly, he rushed over staggeringly, and stopped at the side of the coffin in embarrassment: "Master..."

Gu Mianliang's figure paused, killing intent suddenly appeared around her, and the end of her eyes were as cold as a knife: "Get lost!"

He stood up, protecting the ice coffin behind him, staring at Yin Lingxi coldly: "Don't force me to do it."

Gu Mianliang's eyes fell on Xi You, and her tone was cold: "You brought him here."

Yin Lingxi just stood there, "I won't go, I'll wait for Master to wake up."

"He is not your master."

"..."

Yin Lingxi opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

After watching the good show for a long time, Xiyou burst out laughing abruptly, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Oh, I said, what are you two fighting for here, the soul is no longer here?"

"Ben Wang said it clearly, the soul of the sword master has appeared, but it is no longer in this body."

He looked at Gu Mianliang's eyes, and finally showed the pleasure of revenge, he said with a smile: "This king is here to talk about this, your little bird is the reincarnation of Sword Master..."

The air was dead silent for a moment.

Gu Mianliang's mind went blank for a moment, "What did you say?"

"Can't hear you clearly?" Xi You shook his head and said, "When the formation was completed, there was ghost energy all around, and I could clearly sense that Yunfu's soul had indeed entered this body."

"If it's not a soul, how can it be compatible?"

"Think about it, why does he look so similar to Sword Master, why is he entangled with you, and why..."

Gu Mianliang: "Enough!"

A huge sense of absurdity floated in his heart, "You have no evidence."

Xiyou made the oath of heaven in a slow manner: "If what I just said just now is half a lie, it will immediately disappear from the world and never enter reincarnation."

The scarlet oath of heaven flashed and sank into his body.

After a while, nothing happened.

What he said was true.

There is no more direct way of proving this.

Gu Mianliang's hands trembled, and Xiao Que'er's past voice suddenly flooded into his mind, making him dazed.

"Father, touch my tail..."

"Father, do I look good?"

"Gu Mianliang, you are so ruthless."

"Father, look, who am I?"

"..."

"Gu Mianliang, I'm leaving."

His Adam's apple was tight, and he couldn't utter a word for a while.

Xiyou looked at his face with great interest: "You haven't untied the demon contract with him yet, why don't you go and find out where he is?"

Yin Lingxi listened in a cloud of mist, with an ominous premonition in his heart, tightly clutching Gu Mianliang's shoulder, squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Quick!"

Gu Mianliang's bones creaked under his grip, but he didn't respond at all. He raised his hand mechanically, injected spiritual energy, and quickly extended a red line from the tip of his index finger.

He broke Yin Lingxi's hand away, his eyes were lost, he murmured something, and his figure disappeared on the spot.

"Gu Mianliang!"

Yin Lingxi's pupils shrank, but he couldn't catch him, and could only watch Gu Mianliang disappear with that eerie red thread.

Ancient array.

Gu Mianliang's almost stumbling figure appeared here.

The red line of the index finger disappears here.

Because of the summoning magic circle, there are ghosts and evil spirits wandering around here, and the sound of grinning laughter comes from all directions.

Especially on the altar of the ancient magic circle, there are many ghost shadows, blocking the altar tightly, and nothing can be seen.

There is no sign of Yunfu.

Gu Mianliang's palms were cold, and a layer of sticky cold sweat broke out. He forced himself to calm down and looked around for a week.

Just at this moment, one or two fierce ghosts hurried past him, darting towards the altar, shouting excitedly:

"Let's go! I heard that there is a disfigured beauty on it. It's very comfortable to play with!"

"Hahaha, you just know, it's been almost a day, there are not many ghosts who haven't tasted it..."

"It's very exciting, like a doll, and can be called foster father..."

Gu Mianliang was stunned, her eyes turned stiffly, and her eyes fell on the altar again, and she could vaguely see a section of red quicksand brocade.

There was a bang in his head, and his pupils turned into a bright golden color.

In the next second, the ghosts hundreds of miles around were immediately fixed by an invisible force, dust was suspended in the air, and the terrifying fluctuations slowly dispersed.

Gu Mianliang looked blank, and walked towards the altar step by step.