My Taoist companion is a little fox

Just now He Ruyu came to him first.

The time he escaped from the coma was short, and when he woke up, he saw the young man in purple sitting in front of him, playing with the Wuya Bead in his hands.

Seeing him waking up, he raised his head and looked over: "So you are a fox demon. I thought I was mistaken just now, but it really is you. You have been following Ruxian for 300 years?"

Qianli recovered from his astonishment, revealed his demon pupils, and saw that his true form had turned into a ghost-like charm, he frowned and asked, "He Ruyu...how did you become like this?"

He Ruyu shook his head: "I'm fine now."

Qian Qian's heart was on fire, his whole body was filled with spiritual flow, and the chains that bound him were broken inch by inch: "It's ridiculous! He Ruxian wants you to live, but it's definitely not such a wasteful way of living!"

"Then Ruxian should judge by himself, what does it have to do with you as a monster?" He Ruyu threw up the purple Wuya Bead, and the bead landed on Qianli's head, sucking his spiritual power frantically in an instant. From dull to brilliant.

Wuyazhu becomes stronger when it is strong, and the more Qianli tries to resist, the more he is completely suppressed.He Ruyu flicked his fingertips, and thorny vines broke out from the ground, replacing the broken chains to bind him tightly.

Qianli struggled to no avail, and asked, "Where is Zhou Ke? What have you done to Zhou Ke!"

"His name is not Zhou Ke, he is He Ruxian, I will not admit his mistake." He Ruyu took out a plain fan, which is a magic weapon that is not often shown to others.The fan was unfolded, and he touched the word "Tongchen" on the front, his hands fluttered: "This is Ruxian's handwriting, fox demon, when did he write it to you?"

"Don't touch my fan with your hands."

He Ruyu's expression suddenly went mad, and he wanted to tear apart the ambush fan.But Na Sushan looked ordinary, but she didn't know what was going on, and she couldn't lose a single bit of it.

Qian Li gritted his teeth: "You are crazy."

He Ruyu touched the fan again: "Yeah... I'm crazy. But when Ruxian is back, I won't be crazy from now on."

"He Ruxian has been dead for 300 years, and his body has rotted into dust." Qian Li said in a cold voice, "You should have collected his body, what big dreams are you still having?"

He Ruyu was stimulated, and his expression became strange again. He raised his hand and grabbed the void, Wu Yazhu moved even more powerfully: "Shut up!"

In an instant, Qianli only felt his body being stripped away, even though the pain was simulated by Wuya Pearl, the pain was still unbearable.

He Ruyu threw away the dust-free fan, got up and walked around the room: "He didn't have to die! I couldn't find his head, otherwise I could revive him! We can stay together in this mountain!"

Qian Li's face turned pale from the pain caused by Wu Yazhu, and he sneered when he heard this: "May He Ruxian become the same charm as you?"

Seeing He Ruyu's non-human and non-ghost appearance, he found it extremely ridiculous. When he met them 300 years ago, he never imagined that the son who couldn't bear to kill even a rabbit while fleeing would become what he is today.

Because He Ruxian?Suffering for 300 years?

He Ruyu was walking around in the room, looking down, he saw the Tongchen fan thrown under his feet, the bell on his ankle seemed to be ringing, and the spirit in his throat seemed to be burning.

Then he too trembled.

But thousands of years have passed to the present, he is not crazy.

"Son of a bitch!"

The little Taoist priest on the other side of the wall cursed and cried heavily.

"I'm fine." Qianli listened attentively, "Did the little Taoist shed tears?"

The sniffing sound from the other side of the wall is a bit obvious: "You will...do you feel that your body has been hollowed out?"

"It's a little bit, but it's okay."

As soon as He Ruyu left, it was probably because the control over Wu Yazhu had weakened, and the illusion of peeling off the fur was no longer there.Qian Li looked down at his hands bound by thorn vines, moved slightly, and the white sleeves were smudged red.

He really doesn't like pain.

He thought for a while and said, "When I was suppressed by you before, that was called hollowing out."

The little Taoist next door choked immediately: "Way! What time is this, you... what are you talking about?"

"I owe you a moment."

It is always effective to divert the attention of two people by saying something inconspicuous.

He tried to get out of the shackles, but the thorns and vines tied him tighter like life, blood dripped from his wrists to his fingertips and dripped on the ground.

"Speaking dirty words, the little Taoist has a thin skin, so I can't listen."

"You, you just know how to use your mouth. When I stalked you, your ears didn't turn red. You are a thousand-year-old guy, and you don't have a thick skin."

With only a slight movement of the spiritual vein, the light of the Wuya Pearl above his head became more intense, as if countless knives were scratching the spiritual vein.

Qian Li exhaled silently: "Just wait, stay out... I will definitely attack."

The little Taoist over there laughed: "Success, I'm looking forward to it."

Qian Li was so suppressed by Wu Yazhu that he couldn't breathe, Zhi Hao temporarily gave up struggling, leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes: "Little Taoist priest, have you met He Ruyu, do you remember anything?"

"I don't know him." The little Taoist's voice became lower and more pleasant through the wall, "He called me Ruxian, and even got me a memory recall, but that wasn't my experience, it wasn't my life, What does this remind me of?"

Qian Li closed his eyes: "Then you want to know?"

There was silence on the other side of the wall: "What about you? If Lao Shizi was in his previous life, were you there?"

"I'm here, although it's late." Qianli murmured, "I'm watching and seeing you off."

"What are you talking about? It's too quiet for me to hear."

"I said—" Qianli laughed, "I want to drink!"

"crooked!!"

The little Taoist grumbled, and listening to his angry voice, Qian Li felt at ease.With his eyes closed, he recalled the messy but orderly memories. He tapped the entwined thorns lightly with his fingertips, causing subtle tingling pains one after another.

The little Taoist over there babbled for a long time: "Big monster! Why are you silent?"

"The big monster is resting with his eyes closed."

"Shall I sing you a lullaby?"

"No, we are our own people, don't open your mouth."

"……Humph."

Qianli looked up at the Wuya Bead, relaxed at this moment, the light of the bead was not so dazzling, but soft and lovely: "Zhou Ke, Zheng Du, I let your soul enter into my corner of the sea of ​​consciousness, you saw yourself The ending of the fourth world, right?"

"Saw."

"I thought we were over. There is no afterlife, you are detached, and I am on the ground."

The little Taoist sniffed again: "That can be regarded as... the word for perfection."

"But I don't feel consummated, not at all. If you measure it according to the years of ordinary people, 1 year, I am a bad child, 2 years, a bad thing, 3 years, a stinky guy. 4 years, and I woke up around then." Li pressed his fingertips into the thorns, "I really want to do something for you. You have taught me, but I have no chance to give feedback. In the previous three lives, you manipulated me, but I never did."

"After you left, I wandered around in Zhengdu for a few years, as if I could make up for some lost years. Until later, I wandered aimlessly out of Zhengdu, and then I saw you here." Qian Li caressed the thorns and smiled, and there seemed to be some leftover illusions in the ribs.

"You reincarnate again, we meet again, I finally know how stubborn you are. Little Taoist, Lunzhu, you and I are on par. The red thread between you and me is so tightly entangled, and you tied the knot with your own hands."