[Shen Wang] Banana deer

A cluster of poisonous needles as thin as a cow's hair shot out from nowhere, and hit Wang Lianhua's chest. He was restrained by Bai Fuqu at this moment, and he was feeling terrified in his heart, when suddenly a gust of palm wind swept towards Bai Fuqu, Hearing a muffled snort, the slender figure disappeared into the flying "white snow", and the restraint on Wang Lianhua's arm was released immediately.

Shen Lang came forward, grabbed his waist tightly, and swept to the side, a cluster of terrifying cold needles barely brushed past the two of them.The figure has not yet settled down, the toes are on the ground, and the body slides out obliquely to the right. A gust of wind that seems to burn the air blows by the ear, and the pungent stench almost makes people vomit.

Wang Lianhua tightly grasped Shen Lang's skirt, and buried her whole body in his arms. She felt that she had avoided several clusters of hidden weapons that exploded, and the turbulent sound of piercing the sky gradually subsided.

The confetti was all settled, and the ground was messy white, like a mourning hall after the memorial service.

Although Duan Yu's martial arts is not high, his lightness kungfu is not bad, and he was lucky enough to protect Lianhua and Qiu Susu well.Not to mention the lady boss and swordsman Su, neither was injured.

It's just that such a dangerous situation makes people unable to bear the fear.

Everyone was silent, and there was silence everywhere, except for the heavy panting of the only sound that rang through the ears.

Bai Fuqu was lying in a corner like a dead flower, with a large patch of black blood on her chest.

Her eyes were wide open, but there was already a kind of decadent ash in them, like embers after burning coal, a large amount of unwillingness and resentment were intertwined on that beautiful face, and her throat was wriggling violently.

She coughed a few times very weakly, and said in a hissed voice: "Shen Lang, you are the one who harmed me, you... You will never find A Fei again in your life."

Wang Lianhua took a step forward, grabbed her skirt, and said angrily: "Where did you send A Fei? Don't forget, he is also Bai Feifei's child, and Bai Feifei is kind to you."

Her lips were trembling, as if she was exhausting all her strength, but her voice was as thin as a mosquito. Wang Lianhua put her ear close to her lips, and finally heard her last words before she died, "Son of Shen Lang, doomed!" Suffering for life..."

There was a roar in Wang Lianhua's ears, and he suddenly realized that he didn't actually hate this child whom he had never met before. He even had a faint expectation in his heart - what kind of person Shen Lang's blood would grow into? people?

Turning to look at Shen Lang, the man seemed to have not heard Bai Fuqu's vicious words at all, his expression and voice were still calm, "I didn't want to hurt you, but you shouldn't have shot Wang Lianhua."

Bai Fuqu didn't respond, her life was completely burned out.

But their road to hell is not over yet.

Another stone door opened, and there was another dark corridor.

Does Duan Feng really live in Netherworld?

Is he a wandering soul with no soul to return to or the Ten Temples of Yama in charge of life and death?

Xiao Qiuchi had already left as soon as the Shimen opened.

Twelve people walked into the "Huangquan Road" together, but at this moment, there are only eight left.

There was indeed a stone room at the end of the corridor, but the stone door was closed.Xiao Qiuchi obviously hasn't found a way to enter yet, and is wandering around the door.

Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "Hasn't Xiao Daxia found a way to get in yet?"

Xiao Qiuchi said coldly: "Prince Wang doesn't like me, why bother to smile so hard."

Wang Lianhua said: "I really don't like you, but it's not because you killed Shuangmei Shitai. To be honest, even if you kill a few more nuns and Taoists, it has nothing to do with me. I don't like you, just because I always don't like to compare I'm also a cruel person."

Xiao Qiuchi said with a sneer: "All the people in the world say that Wang Lianhua is cruel, but now I see that you are no longer the Wang Lianhua that people in the world say."

Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "Are you happy when you killed Sima Xuanying?"

Xiao Qiuchi narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean?"

Wang Lianhua said: "When you killed him, maybe you did get short-term happiness and satisfaction. After that? Have you ever thought about what you really want?"

Xiao Qiuchi seemed puzzled, "What do I want?"

Wang Lianhua said: "If a person doesn't know what he really wants, even if he lives for thousands of years, it will be in vain."

"Wang Lianhua, do you know what you really want?" Duan Feng's voice came from behind the stone gate with a sudden laugh.

Wang Lianhua rolled her eyes and said, "Don't you know if I got it when you open the door?"

The stone door actually opened in response to the sound, and a faint candlelight was seen inside, followed by a strange hot air with a rotten smell.

They could see everything, but everyone felt a huge oppression in their hearts, from the obscure vision, and from the fear of Duan Feng's unpredictable methods.

What kind of person is Duan Feng?

His life was full of complexities, and his wit was unparalleled.

Besides killing or killing, what kind of crazy thing is he going to do?

Everyone was ready to meet the flashes of swords and swords, but they didn't expect to see a strangely calm scene in front of them.

A man in a green shirt was kneeling behind a short desk, writing with his head down, only his plump and smooth forehead could be seen.

On the desk, a dim yellow candle lit up a small world under the lamp.

The entire stone room, except for the light of the firefly, was immersed in darkness.

All eyes are drawn to light up at that point.

There is a pen stand on the table, which is full of brushes of different lengths, an inkstone, and a book spread out on the table. Every word he wrote records a dignified history, so he must not be negligent.

There are several stacks of books piled up on the ground to his right, and I don't know how many there are.

Are those all written by him?

What exactly is he writing about?

"Do you want to know what I'm writing?" Duan Feng's voice came naturally from the air, without the hum of trembling stone walls mixed in before, it suddenly became clear and gentle, which was actually very pleasant.

Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "You can't be writing a suicide note, are you?"

Duan Feng didn't even raise his head, he just concentrated on the book, "I really need to write a suicide note."

Wang Lianhua wondered: "There are times when you are as conceited as you and don't want to live?"

Duan Feng said: "I am already dead."

Wang Lianhua snorted and said: "Since you are going to die, why don't you give me the antidote for the banana deer. In this way, I can still burn paper for you in the future."

Duan Feng said: "Do you want to live?"

Wang Lianhua said coldly: "Nonsense."

"So, you've got what you really wanted?"

"Why should I tell you?"

This stone room was strangely hot, and after a while everyone's foreheads were covered with beads of sweat.

When Duan Feng looked up, he seemed to feel a gust of cool wind blowing on his face, making his breathing stagnant.

It was an almost perfect face, every corner, every bump, seemed to have been carefully sculpted by skilled craftsmen, and the bones, muscles, and skin of this face were perfectly matched without any blemishes.

How can there be such a perfect face in this world?Isn't this a masterpiece of painters?

The moment Duan Feng raised his head, another candle suddenly lit up behind him, but no one lit it, and he didn't know how to light it.

The small candle lighted up a place behind Duan Feng again.

But it's only a square inch, but it suddenly makes people dazzled.

That candlelight illuminated a golden, silvery, dazzling pile of things, yellow gold, white silver, green emeralds, and shiny pearls piled on the ground, stretching up to the dark place where the candlelight couldn't reach... ....

Wouldn't it be more exciting to not be able to see the whole picture - how much is there in the dark?

Everyone was astonished. Although this was a scene they had imagined for a long time, when they actually witnessed it, the shock still hit their hearts directly.

Xiao Qiuchi said coldly: "Aside from gold and silver, what about the eight hundred secret books?"

Duan Feng lowered his head again, picked up a pen to write on the book, and said, "Wait for me for a while, there is this last paragraph. The [-] cheat books are finished."

Xiao Qiuchi frowned, "What?"

Duan Fengdao: "The eight hundred secret books are all written by me, word by word."

Xiao Qiuchi suddenly changed his expression, "What are you talking about?"

Duan Feng said: "I have read all the secret books collected by Chai Yuguan in the past."

Xiao Qiu chirped and said: "Could it be that you have memorized all the eight hundred secret books in your mind?"

Duan Feng seemed to have finished writing the last word, put the pen on the pen holder, dried the handwriting gently, and said with a smile: "Why not? I have been writing for two years, and every day and night since I left Chai Yuguan, I am sitting here, writing out the words and sentences in my mind bit by bit."

Everyone's eyes changed.

What kind of person can memorize eight hundred cheat books and spend two years writing them all out?

Could it be that he really wanted to prevent the martial arts from being lost?

In the depths of the darkness, another candle was lit again, and this time the ground illuminated by the candle was piled with stacks of books.

Xiao Qiuchi's eyes straightened, and his feet unconsciously walked towards that dark and charming place.

Shen Lang called out "Brother Xiao." He also seemed to have never heard of it, his soul seemed to have been taken away by those things.

Duan Feng said with a smile: "Everyone has something they really want, no one can stop it, right?"

Xiao Qiuchi walked faster and faster, and after a few steps, he began to rush towards the unknown darkness. He was submerged in the thick darkness in an instant, and then there was a mournful exclamation in the stone room, The echo hummed.

Lianhua screamed in fright, "What's wrong?"

Duan Feng said softly: "Siblings and sisters don't need to be afraid, it's just that Xiao Qiuchi has reached the end of the road."

Lianhua trembled and asked, "What's at the end?"

Duan Feng said: "Didn't you realize that it's very warm inside?"

Lianhua asked, "Why?"

Duan Feng pointed to the darkness, "Because there is a pool of boiling hot spring not far away."

"spa?"

"Yes, there is a very deep pool of hot springs. Boiling water continuously emerges from the ground. It takes about a sip of tea to boil an egg. If a person falls, he will not die immediately, but if the boiling water is filled The taste in the throat and in the viscera is not very pleasant. If I fell into that pool of hot water, I would rather kill myself immediately by biting my tongue."

Lianhua thought of Xiao Qiuchi's mournful cry just now, and couldn't help trembling all over.

Shen Lang said: "So, all the remains of the Happy King were actually destroyed in the fire in Loulan. These are all your treasures, Duan Feng."

Duan Feng looked at Shen Lang, "It doesn't matter who owns it? These things are just dead things."

Shen Lang said: "Although it is a dead thing, it has become a bait for you to mess with the situation."

Duan Feng said: "I have never forced anyone."

Shen Lang sighed: "But you have made the Hengshan battle repeat itself."

Duan Feng smiled indifferently, "Shen Lang, have you seen one thing clearly? Even if it is the result that has been foreseen, the things that can really be done are actually very limited."

Shen Lang said lightly: "I'm not a saint, nor a savior, I just need to protect what I care about."

Duan Feng laughed and said: "If Shen Tianjun had your awareness back then, how could he end up like that."

Shen Lang said: "Someone taught me this."

Duan Feng's eyes were full of sparkles, and there seemed to be a soft light flickering. He looked at Wang Lianhua, "What about you? You have already got what you care about most, so you have no regrets?"

Wang Lianhua's heart was in a mess at first, but for some reason, she calmed down when she looked at the eyes with some ghostly attraction, and asked back, "What about you?"

Duan Feng smiled faintly, "I have too many regrets in this life."

Shi Xuanzhi said angrily: "You traitor who killed masters and ancestors, you have the nerve to say that you have regrets in this life!"

Shi Xuanzhi's words made Su Jianke's face pale in an instant - it seemed that he had just learned the terrible truth.

Duan Feng said lightly: "I didn't kill Master."

Su Jianke said angrily, "That dog thief in Chai Yuguan killed him?"

Duan Feng remained silent.

Shi Xuanzhi croaked: "But you deliberately conceal it for him and help him escape, you are a hundred times more hateful than Chai Yuguan."

Shen Lang said: "Miss Xuanzhi is your junior sister, Wang Lianhua is your senior nephew, Duan Yu and Lianhua are your close relatives, each of them has a close relationship with you, do you really want to kill them all?"

Duan Feng said: "At first I just wanted Chai Yuguan's son to avenge him with his own hands." He looked at Wang Lianhua and said, "I know you hate your father, but you will never erase the fact that you are his son. fact."

Wang Lianhua said: "I said earlier, Chai Yuguan was not killed by Shen Lang, but by a tornado."

Duan Feng said: "The tornado has been wiped out by me, so of course Shen Lang has to die. I just wanted to remind you that you are his son. I just didn't expect that you and Shen Lang would fall in love." He laughed loudly, "This is even more interesting, then I will let you love, let you hate, let you love and hate, never die."

Wang Lianhua said: "No, you're wrong, I don't hate, I don't hate at all. I used to hate Chai Yuguan, but that wasn't my own hatred, it was Wang Yunmeng's hatred, I was just forced to put that The hatred continues."

Duan Feng said: "You don't hate him, what about Shen Lang? Your parents killed his parents, so he should hate you."

"Me." Shen Lang was about to speak when Wang Lianhua interrupted him, "We all should have our own destiny, our own love and hate, why should we continue the love and hate of the previous generation."

Duan Feng smiled softly, so softly, "Why don't you let him speak for himself."

Shen Lang took Wang Lianhua's hand and said with a smile: "Just because what he said is exactly what I thought."

Duan Feng clapped his hands and said: "Very good, we are so connected and connected."

Shen Lang said lightly: "I know why you did this."

"Oh?" Duan Feng looked at Shen Lang with interest.

"Because you're jealous."

Duan Feng said lightly: "What am I jealous of?"

Shen Lang said: "Because you love Chai Yuguan deeply."

When Shen Lang said these words, Duan Feng's fists were clenched suddenly.

"You love Chai Yuguan deeply, and you have been with him for more than 20 years, but you have never completely got him. Even, you don't have the courage to tell him. The picture of three beauties you drew is the best illustration You can't love it, it hurts so much, you can only watch Chai Yuguan embrace Wang Yunmeng and Bai Jing in his arms again and again, how about you? Who knows? Chai Yuguan When you are a brother and a close friend, you dare not approach him even more, for fear that you won't even be a brother or friend."

"Enough!" Duan Feng finally showed his angry face, roared, and overturned the low table, the inkstone on the table fell to the ground, splashing out a piece of ink, like a scar in his heart.