After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

Incense was burning in the stove, misty smoke rose from the hollowed-out auspicious clouds, flowers and birds, and was smashed by the cold wind blowing in from the window.

Wen Heshen was waiting for Wen Jaye's reaction.

Regret, sadness, or other emotions, even shock.

But nothing.

Wen Zaiye sat there quietly, his eyes were empty and lifeless, and he said calmly: "I will not abandon Xiaohe, he is my dearest person."

He was so sure, for a moment, Wen He had the illusion that he was making trouble for no reason.

Just like in the past, every time he pestered Wen Zaiye, the other party was always calm, neither annoyed nor reprimanded, just told him the truth.

But the real fact is that he heard that for Ning Chengfeng, he abandoned his own brother and risked his own life, and even almost dragged down the entire Yunzhongmen.

Wen Heshen is more than 500 years old this year, and reason tells him that he should not demand that a 16-year-old boy can keep calm and make the most reasonable choice under the circumstances, but he is still angry.

He has been annoyed and puzzled by this for hundreds of years, and he can't forget it, brooding on it, like a thorn stuck in his throat, which can't be pulled out or swallowed.

Rooted in flesh and blood, it will eventually become a demon.

Full of anger and no solution, Wen He sneered deeply: "Do you know what I have been thinking about your corpse day and night for the past 500 years?"

Wen Zaiye's expression finally fluctuated. He touched the back of his pale hand and thought dully: So I have been dead for 500 years, no wonder my brain is not working well.

"When you wake up, I must tell you in detail what your friend has become." Wen He pulled the corner of his mouth deeply, and a look of joy appeared in his eyes, "After you rescued Ning Chengfeng, Chongzheng The Mengmeng hunted him down for nearly a hundred years, and he fled around in the Seventeen States, and finally destroyed his Dao heart, fell into the demon way, and became a notorious big devil who did all kinds of evil."

"A year ago, he stole the most precious treasure of the Chongzheng League, the Exquisite Bone, and was strangled to death at Xingluoya."

Wen Zaiye raised his head in disbelief.

Wen He stared at him sharply, "Master, in order to protect you from serious injuries, his cultivation of half-step transformation into a god did not even survive 100 years, and he fell early. The talents of the Thirteen Peaks are withered, and the entire Yunzhongmen is still outside. been criticized."

"Wen Zaiye, this is the best friend and the result you exchanged for with your life." Wen He sneered deeply: "If you want to be a good person, you will fulfill your ridiculous friend's righteousness and fulfill your useless saint's heart. Do you still feel great at that time?"

A few vague and tragic clips flashed through his mind quickly, Wen Zaino's already pale face became more and more disastrous, and countless scenes of laughter and laughter mixed together with these clips, almost breaking him down.

He tried to recall, but he couldn't think of any specific things at all, so he could only defend weakly: "Chengfeng...he is definitely not such a person."

The most noble son of the No. [-] family in Seventeen Prefectures, he is upright and kind, and hates evil like a vengeful enemy. Why is this so?

Wen He stared at him deeply, and suddenly smiled slowly, "It's okay, you can't remember now, I will always let you remember, let you take a good look, what did you save after risking your life?"

Wen Zaiye looked at the sullen young man in front of him, completely unable to equate him with the clingy and coquettish younger brother in his memory.

His little crane shouldn't be like this, he is obviously a timid and well-behaved child.

Wen Zaiye looked at Wen Heshen in a daze, thinking, what did I do to make him so sad?

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Ning Buwei watched boredly as Jiang Yizheng cracked the malfunctioning array on the lock, and poked Ning Xiu's stomach one after another.

Ning Xiu was trying to grab his father's fingers, enjoying himself.

boom!

Jiang Yizheng was bounced away again, and was thrown against the wall by the huge impact force. He spat out a mouthful of blood and didn't get up for a long time.

Ning Buwei deliberately let Ning Xiu grab his finger once, and the little baby was so happy from ear to ear in his arms that he suddenly felt that he was powerful and showed off to him, "Ah!"

Ning Buwei poked his soft belly.

Jiang Yizheng stood up unsteadily again, and walked to the heavy lock.

"Even if you crash to death, you won't be able to solve it." Ning Buwei didn't raise his head and said, "Why bother?"

"How do you know you can't solve it if you don't try?" Jiang Yizheng wiped the blood on his chin vigorously with trembling hands, unwillingness and anger welled up in his eyes, "If you didn't do it, you didn't do it. Why should they wrong me?"

"They can crush you to death with one finger." Ning Buwei sneered.

Jiang Yizheng gritted his teeth and said, "Even if I'm crushed to death, I have to give me justice."

boom!

She was bounced back and hit the wall again, her eyes turned black, she collapsed on the ground like a dead fish, her ears were buzzing, and sweet blood overflowed her mouth.

Ning Buwei snorted and looked at her with great interest, "Why don't I give you an idea."

Jiang Yizheng struggled to get up from the ground, spat blood to the side, and looked at him with bright eyes, "Senior, tell me!"

"The three boys who slandered you are locked up next door." Ning Buwei said: "The failure formation is not easy to break, the wall is easy to break, you break the wall and kill the three of them to avenge and vent your anger, and you will pay yourself justice."

Jiang Yizheng froze on the spot, opened his mouth, "But... I can't beat them."

Ning Buwei threw her a Jade Spirit Pill, "Eat it, and you will have spiritual power in the failure formation. They don't have it. Killing them is as easy as crushing three ants."

Jiang Yizheng didn't know what kind of elixir it was, and felt that it was a good thing, but she hesitated, "No, no."

Ning Buwei stared at her coldly, "Why not?"

Jiang Yi was staring at him until his scalp was numb and his back was cold, he stammered: "He, them... Senior Wen and I are still alive, this matter should be left to the elders of Shisan Peak to resolve."

"You really think that the realm of cultivation is a play between you children," Ning Buwei was laughed at by her, "I have to wait for the adults to judge who is right and who is wrong?"

Jiang Yizheng looked at him blankly, feeling that the senior was a bit scary, but he still wanted to refute, swallowed and said: "They wronged me, I should go out and find evidence, tell everyone that I am innocent, killing them will only kill you." Make other people think I'm guilty—"

Ning Buwei lazily leaned against the wall, nodded and praised: "That's really good, then you can continue."

But his sneering expression clearly said: You are a fool with a muddled mind and you are going to die here.

Jiang Yizheng is the lowest-ranked little disciple in the Four Seasons Hall. His cultivation base is so weak that it can be ignored. He usually runs errands and does some chores. The most dangerous thing he has ever done is when he was trapped by the vine demon in Linjiang City. A group of big bosses who can't wait and see come to save people.

She is a righteous disciple, so she should stick to morality.

But no one taught her what morality is, she only knows that she should be a good person.

Jiang Yizheng struggled to look at the pill in his hand, his heart was constantly shaking, and his voice became smaller and smaller, "I have never killed anyone...I dare not."

Ning Buwei didn't bother to talk to her anymore.

Jiang Yi was staring at the elixir in his hand, feeling a little hot.

Going out by yourself may not be able to find evidence, and the three of Wu Liang are Wen Heshen's disciples. Even if they knew that she was wronged, they might kill her to save the disciples.

She is just an insignificant handyman, whether she was wronged or not, maybe no one cares except herself...

Jiang Yizheng made many excuses for himself, and raised his head to look at Ning Buwei, "Senior, senior, if I kill them, can I still be a good person?"

"Good people can't survive in the cultivation world." Ning Buwei looked at her with a half-smile.

The person sitting lazily smiled sinisterly and wickedly. His tone seemed to be mocking and coaxing. He was about to drag her into the unknown quagmire. Jiang Yizheng subconsciously took two steps back, feeling inexplicably terrified.

Ning Buwei didn't stop talking here, and lowered his head to tease his son in a bored manner.

Jiang Yizheng breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before she could make a final decision, she was patted on the shoulder suddenly, and then she heard someone calling her name. "Jiang Yizheng!"

Jiang Yizheng raised his head suddenly, but he didn't see anyone, thinking that he was hallucinating.

"It's me, Feng Zizhang." The voice said hastily, "I used the concealment talisman and the invisibility spell, you can't see me, so please don't speak, I dare not stick the sound transmission talisman on senior, I can only stick it on you. "

Jiang Yizheng nodded nervously.

The two idiots are performing seriously here, you talk and I listen, and they would rather see the corners of their eyes.

"A few of my senior brothers are guarding outside. I'll lure them away later, so you and senior can take the opportunity to escape." Feng Zizhang told her his plan, "I'll give you my waist card, and use it to open the mountain guard formation You can go out from the cloud gate, and the farther you run, the better."

Jiang Yizheng didn't know where he was standing, so he could only look in the direction of the voice, with strong worry in his eyes.

What should Feng Zizhang do if Elder Wen and others find out that Feng Zizhang gave them the belt badge?

"It must be fast, there is only one stick of incense time." After Feng Zizhang finished speaking, he patted her on the shoulder again, and then lost his voice.

Jiang Yizheng suddenly had a jade tablet engraved with cranes and auspicious clouds in his hand, and looked nervously at Ning Buwei, "Before—"

As soon as he uttered a word, Jiang Yizheng suddenly closed his mouth.

Ning Buwei's face was ugly, his eyes were dark, and his whole body was full of murderous aura. He raised a hand and grabbed it violently. fell to the ground.

Feng Zizhang, who had just run to the prison door, was suddenly caught by a huge force. He was dragged back quickly, smashed open the prison door, and Ning Buwei grabbed his neck and pressed him against the wall.

"Senior!" Jiang Yizheng yelled in horror.

Feng Zizhang was stunned by the sudden blow, Ning Buwei strangled his neck tightly, his whole face turned blue from suffocation, and looked at the gloomy Ning Buwei in horror.

Ning Xiu was also frightened by his father's murderous aura, and didn't dare to cry.

"Who taught you to say that?" Ning Buwei said sadly, "Wen Heshen? Or Wen Zaiye?"

Feng Zizhang panted in pain, and tried to shake his head in a daze, but Ning Buwei's neck was tightly strangled, his breathing became thinner, and he couldn't move at all.

'There are people guarding outside, I will lure them away later, you take the opportunity to escape. '

'I'll give you the waist card. Use the waist card to open the mountain guard formation and you can go out from the cloud gate. The farther you run, the better. '

'What about you? '

'Do not worry about me. The jade tablet engraved with cranes and auspicious clouds was forcefully stuffed into his palm, "Chengfeng, you must be fast, there is only one stick of incense time." '

Ning Buwei's black eyes were scarlet red, and the familiar voice of the young man kept ringing in his ears, moving away and approaching, intertwined into a blood-colored net, tightly bound him tightly, and the palpitations that surged from the bottom of his heart made him feel To the long-lost anger.