Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

There was a lingering night and there was a second time. Shi Shi didn't know how to answer Xianjun's question, but he knew that he was pestering Yan Chicheng with all his heart and soul.He is no longer like an unresponsive stone, but like a seed, which sheds its hard shell, cracks the green clothes, and produces slender and soft branches, which lean on Yan Chicheng's body and bloom enthusiastically and shyly.

He wasn't even as afraid of Yan Chicheng as before. Although he was still terrified when he met those black eyes, he was more willing to hide his head in the other's arms, rubbing Yan Chicheng's hair while coquettishly muttering: " You touch me quickly."

Yan Chicheng likes to cover his eyes and kiss him, and also likes to stroke him from hair to toes like a pet. Xianjun's hands are still cold, and when he touches the young boy's hot neck, waistline, knee bend, When the ankle is touched, it can always tremble like a small animal, but soon the other party will stick to it with nostalgia.

Shi Shi was lying on the couch, with one arm resting on his eyes, and the other hand touching Xianjun's thin lips.

"What have you been up to lately?" He asked lazily, his voice a little hoarse, "Except for the nights, you don't come to accompany me, and you tell me to stay on the empty bed alone during the day, and I don't even have a woman to prostitute."

Yan Chicheng handed a cherry to his mouth, and he pushed it out with the tip of his tongue in a playful manner, Yan Chicheng took his chin, gently touched his soft lower lip with his thumb, and gave it half-forced and half-coaxed. He fed it into his mouth, and then told him with his lips: "I'm not busy with anything, I just plan to send a catastrophe to the Wuling sect."

"Why did the Wuling faction provoke you again?" Shitou asked curiously.

"It's nothing." Yan Xianjun shook his head slightly, "It's just that it's time to change the master."

Xianjun Yan didn't mention this matter again after finishing speaking. On the day of the catastrophe, he neither knew about the stone nor went out. He didn't need to worry about a thunderstorm. He sat in front of the window with his eyes closed, and the world would be dark for three days.

But Shitou was thinking about it every day, and it happened that he was flustered when he was idle, so he found an excuse and ran out when he saw that the sky was overcast. He still sat high on the plane tree, cast a sky-peeping spell, and looked at the Wuling disciples under the water curtain.

The head of Wuling, Yu Suqing, stood facing the wind on the cliff, and behind him stood two disciples of Wuling School 210. The leader was a very good-looking one. Shitou remembered his name and knew his name was Lingjing.

Yu Suqing called Ling Jing to the front of him, and gave some instructions, Shi Shi didn't hear clearly, only saw a slight worry on Ling Jing's face, which was quickly replaced by firmness, and replied a few words briefly.

Yu Suqing shook her head, and said something again. At this time, the sky was moving and the wind was blowing, and the dark clouds covered the sun. Yu Suqing waved her hand, and Ling Jing turned back to the queue, turning her head several times in a few steps.

"Shuiniang, can you hear what they are saying?" Shito asked curiously.

Shui Niang circled up from the small mirror lake, and said next to him, "Master Xie, Sect Master Yu is explaining his funeral."

"Why?" Stone held his chin and blinked his eyes, "Does he know that he will die? Isn't this just decided by Yan Chicheng?"

"He has evil in his heart." Shui Niang circled around the stone twice, spinning, "I probably already counted how many."

Shitou shuddered, subconsciously asked: "What is evil?"

Shui Niang shook her head: "I don't really understand it, it's about the same thing as the 'sin' that ordinary people talk about."

Shitou didn't say any more, just raised his body slightly, and looked at Yu Suqing with more serious eyes.

Yu Suqing's white robe and jade crown, her Taoist robes are meticulously maintained, the dust whisk is spinning slightly in her hand, the dust beard is resting on her left arm, and she stands facing the moonlight with arms folded. Behind her are more than two hundred disciples standing in a circle, bowing Eyebrows lowered, a sword in one hand, and a talisman in the other standing in front of him.

"These kids are pretty smart." Shui Niang smiled, "They plan to use the evil-killing array to deal with this catastrophe."

"Evil Punisher Formation?" Shitou became interested, "What's the matter? This thunder is not rewarded by God, how can it be used as an evil thing to kill?"

"The evil-killing array probably isn't just for killing evil." Shui Niang said softly. He raised one hand and raised a water polo from the water. There was a squid fish swimming in the center of the ball. "It's so particular, To put it simply, those two hundred children weaved sword intent into a circle, and the sky thunder hit it in, just like the fish in this water polo."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and the squid moved quickly, piercing into the outer wall of the water polo like a short dagger, and a gap was knocked out of the outer wall, and two fine foams were drawn near the fish's body. , the gap will be restored as before.

Shui Niang said: "'Trap one person, kill one person, kill one person, trap one person, profit and loss are in order, punish evil in the right way, and never die." Sky thunder knocking down a disciple is a gap. It will 'splash' more sword intent to block the sky thunder, this method is indeed useful to perish with the evil spirits when killing evil spirits, but if it is used to block thunder, don't know if it will be of great use."

Shi Shi was surprised: "I don't understand, is Yu Suqing's life more useful than the lives of more than 200 disciples?"

Shui Niang replied quietly: "I don't understand. Ordinary people have so many twists and turns. There are high and low points in time, and closeness and closeness in time. This time, one life is used to protect many lives. Who knows how to save one life by taking many lives."

Shitou clapped his hands together and said with a smile: "Isn't it? More than 200 people willingly sacrificed themselves to protect an old man, with a look on his face that he wanted to be a hero, but the old man wanted to drive all these people back, and he also had a look on his face." They didn't agree on how to be a good man and a hero by themselves, but they each show off their abilities, which is really very interesting and very boring."

"It's better not to talk about interesting and boring together." Shui Niang hastily corrected him, "Young Master Xie, don't talk nonsense all the time."

"I like it." Shitou pursed his lips and whistled, then turned his head and continued to look at the sky, "Why didn't Yan Chicheng do anything? Is he not strong enough?"

He was still complaining, but two familiar arms had already encircled his waist, Shui Niang let out an "ah", Jun blushed slightly, hurriedly covered her mouth and retreated quietly.

Shito turned his head cautiously, and saw the black-haired and black-robed Xianjun.

"What's the matter?" Shitou covered his eyes and made a grimace, "Is such a freshman Wuling Immortal afraid of thunder?"

Before the words fell from the sky, a thunderbolt struck, and he twitched as if he had been electrified, and his whole body stuck to Yan Chicheng's body.

Yan Chicheng said with a smile: "Yes, I am afraid of thunder."

Shitou wanted to cry without tears, and repeatedly defended: "I was not afraid before..." While speaking, his hand was still clutching Yan Xianjun's collar, shaking like a sieve.

"I'm really not afraid," he tried to hide and tugged vigorously, "You, don't look at it!"

"Well, you are not afraid," Yan Chicheng coaxed him, "I was not afraid before, and I am even less afraid now."

While speaking, a second thunder sounded from the sky, and the stone cried out like a scarecrow in the rain.

Yan Chicheng patted him on the shoulder while coaxing him, his words were filled with infinite patience, but Shitou inexplicably felt that his heart was getting colder and colder. The conversation with Shuiniang was up and down in his mind, and he always felt that he had missed something The most important question is just that the words are on the tongue, and they are scattered by thunder one by one.

He didn't count the total number of thunder strikes, and he didn't have time to worry about the Wuling disciples behind him, he just hid himself in Yan Chicheng's robe, relying on the faint light on his eyelids to judge whether the cloud had dissipated.

After an unknown amount of time, he almost suspected that he had shrunk into a ball the size of a hedgehog before Yan Chicheng patted his shoulder and slowly pulled him out of his arms.

"What happened to those people?" Shito asked quickly, "Are they dead?"

Yan Chicheng moved away, Shitou looked down, and said slightly in a daze, "Why is none of the disciples okay?"

But on the middle peak of Wuling Mountain, the clouds cleared and the mist cleared, and the multi-coloured rays of light, the two disciples were still standing with their swords, and they were not injured at all.

Only the place where Yu Suqing stood left scorched marks like flames. A Taoist robe, a jade crown, and a dust whisk were scattered on the ground. When the wind blew, a burst of dust was blown up.

The Wuling disciples all expressed their indignation, the disciple named Ling Jing knelt down on the ground, with his back to the crowd, forced to put away Yu Suqing's clothes calmly, but the stone could see his red eyes.

"Is the evil-killing array useless?" Shito asked in a hoarse voice.

Yan Chicheng said indifferently: "What is punishment? What is evil?"

Stone didn't speak, just looked down at his toes.

"Small tricks, God hates them." Yan Chicheng reached out and touched his head, paused, and asked, "Xie Qiushi, are you sad?"