Promise of wind and rain

The singing of the holy lady echoed over the high platform, the singing was beautiful, like the dewdrops on the leaves in the morning dripping on the stone surface, making a clear and ethereal sound.

Before this, Chu Feiyang and the others had heard her music or singing.Once, when she was at the back mountain of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, she used that sharp music to control Shi Li's consciousness.That kind of sound is definitely not pleasant to the ear, it is thin and long like endlessly entangled silk thread, which is tiresome to listen to.Later, she was the one who faced those people in the martial arts world who had taken Wu Soul, and used her singing to confuse their minds. At that time, the expressions of those people seemed to have been greatly appeased.

Even when Shi Li pretended to betray Wuji Villa back then, he still respected the Holy Aunt when he talked, presumably such reassurance made them psychologically dependent on the Holy Aunt.Because of this dependence, there will be such loyalty and firmness.

Her singing at this time was different from what everyone had heard before.The singing this time was more melodious and beautiful than every time before.If it weren't for such a situation, this song must be extremely pleasing to the ear.

But at this time, Chu Feiyang was poisoned by the poison in her blood.Therefore, to Jun Shuying's ears, the singing sound was like the cry of an evil ghost from the depths of hell, which made him feel chills all over his body when he heard it.

It only takes a little thought, and everyone present has thought of this level.

Qinglang's brows were tightly furrowed, and his figure flashed in front of the holy lady, and he raised his hand to touch her acupoints, so that she could not perform this bewildering singing.

"Wait—" Jun Shuying suddenly shouted.

The holy aunt seemed to have expected this to happen, and continued to sing non-stop, looking at Qinglang with a disdainful coldness.

Qinglang took a step forward, his clothes were blown up by the wind, flying around, he was puzzled and said: "Shuying, what's wrong?!"

Jun Shuying has been paying attention to Chu Feiyang's condition.He was tortured by the poison just now, and even though he was enduring it with all his might, he could still see the twisting and stiffness of the completely uncontrollable pain.

At this time, Chu Feiyang's tense body was obviously gradually relaxing, and Jun Shuying could almost see with his eyes that the pain that made his life worse than death was winding away from his body.

Is this the woman's plan? !She herself is the key to the antidote? !

Jun Shuying gritted his teeth in hatred, and a fishy-sweet taste filled his mouth.

She admires Chu Feiyang.She poisoned Chu Feiyang with an incurable poison.Only she can relieve Chu Feiyang's pain with singing.She wants to stay by Chu Feiyang's side with this? !

If it is in the legendary texts of those storytellers, she may be able to create a legendary story.

But why should she!

Why does she covet Chu Feiyang!

Why did she attempt to get involved with Chu Feiyang? !

what is she !She is nothing at all!

There seemed to be a hot fire burning in the chest, and the flame was full of blood red.What was cooked on the fire was anger, worry, hatred, and killing intent—all of these had already been melted by the fire, fused into a ball, and weighed heavily in the bottom of her heart, making Jun Shuying feel more and more out of breath.

Jun Shuying understands it better than anyone else, Chu Feiyang is like a gentle solitary lamp burning in the dark, he will attract countless moths born in the cold—those lonely moths, moths longing for warmth , Surrounded by the light of the lamp desperately, flapping its wings in vain, trying to get closer to the bright wick.

However, none of them have this qualification, and Chu Feiyang will never belong to any of them.

Jun Shuying hugged Chu Feiyang even tighter, and buried his face deeply on his shoulder.

But at this moment, no matter how much he wanted to kill that woman with a sword and stop her malicious singing, he couldn't stop it.Because once he did this, Chu Feiyang would be engulfed by the huge pain again.

Jun Shuying didn't know what such extreme pain was like, but even Chu Feiyang was knocked down so easily, without the power to fight back, it must be extremely severe torture, worse than all the pain he could imagine. deep.

Jun Shuying couldn't bear it, couldn't bear it.Even though he knew it was drinking poison to quench his thirst, but he was just---reluctant.

Chu Feiyang raised his hand suddenly, and relying on the strength he could control freely that had just recovered in his body, he stroked Jun Shuying's ears with slightly trembling fingers, and his temple hair slid down to his eyebrows and cheeks.

"Shuying...stop her." Chu Feiyang opened his blood-stained lips, and let out a hoarse voice from his throat.

"Do you want to die of pain?" Jun Shuying gritted his teeth.

Chu Feiyang actually laughed. He wiped away a wet mark left at the corner of Jun Shuying's eyes with his fingers, and said in a low voice: "I'm obviously crying, and I still can't say a few nice words..."

Qinglang had already approached and met Chu Feiyang's gaze condescendingly.Chu Feiyang didn't have any more strength to express anything, but looked at Qinglang with tired eyes, and nodded slightly.

Qinglang sighed, turned back and walked to the holy lady, neatly touched her acupuncture points, and waved someone to take her down.

The singing stopped abruptly, and the aunt didn't resist at all, she just turned her head and looked in Chu Feiyang's direction, her half-smiling eyes were hard to see through.

Almost at that moment, Chu Feiyang immediately tensed up again.At that time, before the huge pain hit, the fear in my heart penetrated my whole body first.

If Chu Feiyang still had a sliver of strength, he would laugh at himself wryly.Although he has always been humble in front of others, he actually thinks highly of himself in his heart, and he rarely takes anything seriously. Now this can be regarded as a capsized boat in the gutter.

The moment the holy aunt's singing disappeared, there was really an urge to redeem it.If a weak-willed person is afraid, he is willing to do anything in order to avoid suffering from that inhuman torture.What's more, the comfort of the melodious singing voice felt in the extreme pain makes it easier for people to feel kind to the singing woman.

Chu Feiyang now understands the awe that those who are poisoned by martial soul have for the holy aunt.So he couldn't listen even more, not even a little bit.

Before the tide of severe pain submerged him again, Jun Shuying's face full of worry and sadness was swaying in front of his eyes.

Chu Feiyang wants to comfort, but feels that any words of comfort are superfluous at this moment.

He could only do his last bit of strength, stroked Jun Shuying's lips with his fingers, pulled the corners of his lips, and said in a low voice: "If you see me feeling uncomfortable, kiss me. Kissing me is more useful than any panacea ..."

A trace of pain rises from the chest, spreads rapidly, and penetrates into every trace of flesh, meridians, and bone marrow in an instant.When Chu Feiyang's eyes went dark, he was overwhelmed by the intense pain.

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Pay tribute to the hero who used the rope to play bullshit