What bad thoughts can a little snake have?

What is strange is that Ning Wuyang, who Xue Qing thought would not let it go, hastily returned home.

I heard that he came to Lingyin Temple for recuperation because of a relapse of his old illness, but he just stayed for two days and then went back regardless.

On the contrary, it doesn't look like Ning Wuyang's style.

Xue Qing asked A Le out of curiosity, and A Le said that it seemed that Ning Shizi punished the guard, but the punishment was too much. The guard couldn't bear it until he was on the verge of death, so Ning Wuyang panicked. up.

"This Ning Shizi is so cruel, Ah Le doesn't like him."

After A Le finished speaking, he also made some comments.

At that time, the red koi who had heard a mouthful in the pond continued to add to Xue Qing that the guard could be said to be Ning Shizi's personal bodyguard. He grew up with Ning Shizi since he was a child, and he had seen them carp a few times.

It's just that he didn't expect that Ning Wuyang would punish the guard so severely this time.

Xue Qing thought that when Ning Wuyang was in his yard that day, there were indeed guards breaking in and Ning Wuyang was spared... Yu Yi?

It seems to be the name.

This name is not unfamiliar.

At that time, the one who almost twisted his snake's head was this, Ning Shizi's loyal bodyguard.

I don't know what happened between Yu Yi and Ning Wuyang, which made Ning Wuyang so angry.

But... who can understand Ning Wuyang's unpredictable temperament?

Xue Qing just listened to the gossip that was closest to him, and after the initial shock, he didn't care.

Ning Shizi was not in the temple, but let him be quiet.

A mechanical pigeon appeared in Xue Qing's yard again.

This time, I saw that the feathers on the top of my head had been repaired, and my previous bald appearance was completely gone.

The mechanical pigeon said that he had just returned to work, so he flew over to bring Xue Qing a first-line message from his sister.

good news.

Xue Bai helped him ask the clan elders whom he hadn't contacted for a long time, and found a fantasy land for him, which was the place where the little monsters in the clan practiced and improved their skills.

Xue Qing asked his sister before if there was any cultivation method that could improve her demon power, even if it was a bit more difficult and tiring, he didn't mind, but he really wanted to become stronger.

He is so weak that he will only hold back, and he has to hide behind his sister in everything.

This will not work.

In the future, when his sister gets married, he can no longer pursue his sister after being beaten all the time like a brat.

What's more, the black snake is not dead.

Always like a pimple on his heart.

The black snake is full of tricks, and Xue Qing can't bear the slightest possibility of reviving him.

The missing little butterfly, the tragic death of the little sparrow.

And this insidious viciousness that tortured him day and night.

If he didn't kill the black snake with his own hands and cut the weeds and roots, it would be difficult to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Xue Qing inspected his inner palace, and there was only a thin layer of insidiousness left, covering his inner alchemy shallowly, as if ready to break through the confinement and circulate at any time.

Take out a elixir from the mustard bag and swallow it, suppressing the demon power that may gushes out at any time back into the elixir.

This method is not a panacea, not to mention that this kind of medicine is rare.

If you meet a person whose skill is much higher than that of the alchemist, then this cover will be like a layer of paper, and it will be easily seen through.

He has to leave as soon as possible.

But before that...

He has one more thing to do.

Yu Yi had been in a coma for several hours, and when he regained his senses and opened his eyes, the first thing that caught his eyes was Yu Twelve staring at his face worriedly.

"Twelve, why did I come to bed?"

Yu Yi's voice was hoarse, and the words seemed to be squeezed out of his throat. He struggled to get up, and it seemed that he was about to get out of bed.

He hasn't finished the punishment given to him by his master.

"Brother—" Yu Twelve stopped Yu Yi's movements, and he looked at Yu Yi's pale complexion because of the movement. It must be that the wound that has not fully healed hurts again, "You have to heal the injury."

The young guard's eyes were red.

Yu Yi is one of the most elite and longest-standing secret guards in the palace. He grew up with Shizi since he was a child.

How can it not be chilling!

"No." Yu Yi blocked Yu Twelve, and it seemed that he still wanted to get out of bed.

"Brother, do you know?!"

Yu Twelve, who was blocked by him, couldn't help but let out a low growl, "If you kneel down again, your legs will be useless!"

For these hidden guards who depended on martial arts for their living, if their legs were crippled, it would be like artifacts that lost their value, and the only thing waiting for them was to be destroyed.

Yu Twelve didn't understand that he was also a dark guard who came out of the shadows of swords and swords, and he also knew how much hardship a dark guard had to endure to successfully cultivate a successful dark guard, many times of narrow escapes, and many painful trials.

Just to become the sharpest sword in the master's hand, piercing the enemy's heart fiercely, and guarding the master unswervingly.

But son...

Although it was the guard's instinct to obey orders, Yu Twelve couldn't help but feel chilled.

Even Yu Yi, who served the eldest son to grow up and had a childhood friendship with the eldest son, ended up like this, which makes people feel sad.

"Crack—" The door was slowly opened.

It was Ning Wuyang who walked in with a cold and pale face.

"Subordinates see master!"

Yu Twelve quickly restrained his expression, knelt down and saluted Ning Shizi.

Ning Wuyang raised his hand to stop Yu Yi from wanting to get off the bed and salute, he walked slowly in front of Yu Twelve, watching the young guard pursing his lips and saluting him.

"You are blaming my son."

Yu Twelve's pupils suddenly widened, and he felt his chin being gently lifted by a thin white finger.

The corners of Ning Wuyang's lips curled up slightly, and his face looked like a peach blossom, extremely gorgeous.

But Yu Twelve felt a terrible fear grabbing his heart, and the chill couldn't help creeping up slowly from his back.

In this way, under the cold gaze like a poisonous snake, Yu Twelve choked his throat and said with difficulty: "This subordinate dare not."

The soft hand turned to pinch Twelve's neck, and the fragile and fatal position was easily held in the palm of the hand at this moment. The offensive and defensive instincts trained day and night made Twelve's muscles tense uncontrollably, entering a kind of ready to enter the battle. state.

But he didn't dare to show this attacking instinct, even though there was some complaint in his heart, even though the hand pinching his neck was slowly tightening.

However, Yu Twelve lowered his head.

Because he knows that the master not only needs them to be his swords, but also needs them to be his loyal and always obedient dogs.

Looking at the young guard in front of him kneeling at his feet, the muscles wrapped in clothes were strong, but a loyal dog would not open his mouth and teeth to his master.

Ning Wuyang stared at Yu Twelve's reddened eyes, stretched out his other hand, and ruthlessly left a bright red palm print on Yu Twelve's side face.

"Go down and get twenty sticks."

Ning Wuyang held his aching heart from exertion and said coldly.

Yu Twelve didn't dare to disobey, so he just saluted and left in a hurry.

"Master calm down."

After Yu Twelve left, Yu Yi seemed to be pleading for Yu Twelve.

Ning Wuyang acted as if he had never heard of it, he walked slowly to the bed.

But Ning Wuyang's complexion changed when he saw the dressing cloth on Yu Yi's knee that was dyed red due to the cracked wound just now.

"Who made you kneel?"

Ning Wuyang asked in a loud voice, and pushed Yu Yi down on the bed.

Although Ning Wuyang had already signaled Yu Yi not to salute, Yu Yi still knelt on the couch respectfully.

I don't know how long he knelt before Ning Wuyang found out.

Yu Yi was silent and did not speak.

"After you recover from your injuries, you can go to the camp to be the commander of the hidden guards, and you don't have to stay in front of me."

Ning Wuyang gave Yu Yi an ultimatum.

Yu Yi's always dull face finally began to loosen, he hoarsely said: "Master, please..."

His lips trembled twice, "Let this subordinate stay by your side."

Yu Yi didn't expect Ning Wuyang to come and say these words to him.

"Yu Yi."

He looked at Yu Yi's state of mind at the moment with satisfaction.

Ning Wuyang is always so vicious, he likes everything to be in his own hands.

His fingertips slid from Yu Yi's chin to his neck, and pressed on the Adam's apple that couldn't help sliding.

It was obviously an ambiguous and warm gesture, but because of the coldness and harshness in Ning Wuchang's eyes, it turned into a one-sided tease.

He is playing with his pet, although this pet is a powerful beast, but it can only shake its head and beg in his palm.

"Do you remember what you said?"

Looking at the pale pink lips raised by the person in front of her eyes, she tried her best to ignore the touch on her neck.

"I will always be the master's dog."

"The most faithful dog."

Clumsy tongue but spit out moving words.

"Then obey the orders of this prince."

Obviously one moment ago Ning Wuyang's face was as bright as a peach blossom in March, but the next second his face instantly turned cold.

"There is no turning back in this matter."

After Ning Wuyang said this, he left without even looking at Yu Yi who was still on the bed.

It seems that the honorable Ning Wuyang came here just to inform him of an order that cannot be refused.

Yu Yi lowered his head, his expression unclear.

And Ning Wuyang, who had gone for a while, was talking with a servant.

"Master, the letter has been delivered to Pavilion Master Qu."

"it is good."

Ning Wuchang's eyes were filled with madness and anticipation.

His eyes stared into a void.

Now, there is a good show.

Ning Wuyang thought.

That night.

The flying fireflies are like stars flowing down from the sky.

Formed a surging galaxy in the world.

It even illuminated the dark forest together.

It also illuminates the people around you.

But no matter how bright the fireflies are, they can't illuminate the faces of the people around them.

It's a dream.

Almost instantly, Fa Hai was sure that he was in a dream.

He has not dreamed for many years.

Ever since I escaped into Buddhism, I have escaped from the secular world, and I have no distracting thoughts since then.

He is like an outsider who has strayed into the game, sitting on the sidelines in the role of a dream.

Strange rocks of various shapes stand scattered in a dark green.

Fa Hai felt his hand being grabbed intimately, and took a few steps to the side.

Who is this?

And who is he now?

The hand that was holding him tightly was released again. Fa Hai clearly knew that he was just a bystander, but he couldn't help but be affected by the emotions of his body.

Even his heart was filled with a little loss.

Just because the people around him let go of his hand.

"Does this stone represent the afterlife?"

Inquiries from those around you.

As if he didn't wait for his answer, the man continued speaking naturally.

"Then I'm going to write our names on it."

The sky is full of stars at night, and the ground is illuminated at night as lights.

In the light curtain made up of fireflies, a little light fell on the slightly drooping eyebrows of the stone Buddha statue covered with moss.

Buddha statues are watching them quietly and compassionately.

"This life, the next life."

"Will we meet again after writing it down?"

His throat moved slightly, and Fahai wanted to answer the questions of the people around him, but he couldn't speak a word.

The heart is beating wildly.

He could feel the vibration in his chest.

One sound, one sound.

"Why don't you speak?"

In the star-like light, the people around him who were touching the Sansheng Stone finally turned their heads towards him.

It is a pair of almond eyes that are brighter than Xingzi.