Chasing brother for thousands of miles

Deep in the ground beneath his feet, there was a muffled thunder-like depressing echo, and the ground touched by his toes trembled slightly for a moment, as if something huge and dangerous was surging uneasily three feet below.

Someone touched the organ of Thousand Fantasy Prison?

A light flashed in Qixian's eyes, and he took two steps forward. The iron chains on his body made a crisp sound of clattering along with his footsteps, reminding this person of his current situation.

But he just frowned, feeling the ground under his feet, the trembling like an earth dragon was only a few snaps of his fingers, and he had already calmed down at this moment, as quiet as if what he perceived just now was just an illusion.

But Qi Xian knew that it was not an illusion, but that someone sneaked into the prison and might have touched a certain mechanism.The former was within his expectation, but the latter was somewhat surprising.

It seems that the mechanism of Thousand Illusion Prison is huge and sophisticated, perhaps even worse than what he judged, more vicious and hard to guard against.

Stretching out his fingers to slowly stroke the heavy iron chain hanging in front of him, Qi Xian raised his head and looked out of the dark corridor, seeing the faint flames dancing, he couldn't see three steps away.

Wen Nianyuan was alone.

Pinching the middle of the iron chain with fingertips, Qi Xian's eyes reflected the gloomy fire light, and when he squeezed his two fingers, the iron chain made a teeth-piercing "creaking" sound.

But it didn't break.

After all, brute force is not Qixian's forte. The ability to kill enemies while talking and laughing also needs to be in front of the enemy. At least for these ignorant fools in his hands, it doesn't matter whether Qixian is laughing or angry. They hang there dutifully.

Whether you are as light as a swallow or become famous all over the world, you can only be trapped in the distance, and you will not be able to escape.

It seems that in order to trap him, the old Taoist didn't use ordinary fine iron. Should he thank them for looking at him high?

At this moment, the subtle tremors of the ground under the feet came again, even a little stronger than before, accompanied by the sound of the machine turning, but there was no human voice.

A trace of anxiety flashed in Qixian's eyes, who had always been calm and composed as if the mountain collapsed in front of him and his expression remained unchanged. He was not ignorant of Qianhuan Prison before. Because of this, he knew that the so-called traps that even birds could not escape could not escape. Wen Nianyuan was stumped.

But now, that's clearly not the case.

Who modified the layout of the Thousand Illusions Prison to arrange such a precise killing plan?

So Taoist Master Tiangang is fighting to change his prison from Kuhai Cihang to Qianheguan's Thousand Illusion Prison, is it really just for a moment of anger, to torture him Qixian?

Or... it was premeditated.

Who is behind him, or who is behind them, quietly playing games with him, no matter which move Qixian makes, this person seems to be waiting there, ready to deal with it, omniscient and omnipotent.

Qixian Surong, he knew that he had met a real formidable opponent this time, whether it was plotting people's hearts or designing layouts, he was on par with him, and might even be stronger than him.

At least so far, behind those ridiculous traps that seem superficial and easy to be exposed, there are thrilling deep meanings, which made him confidently walk out of the inn, chat with the heroes, and ask himself to be imprisoned.

Before this, Qixian knew very well that his every move was to lure the snake out of the hole, but now he finds that every thought and every move of his chess may become the opponent's plan. Every move of that person is linked together, like an antelope. There is no trace of the hanging corner.

He frowned, thinking of the jokes he had said to Wen Nianyuan before, now he hoped that Wen Nianyuan would be a little more stupid, and it was better not to understand than to understand.

But it's too late, Wen Nianyuan has already arrived.

The image of the man dripping with blood flashed in front of his eyes, he was as indifferent as Qixian and felt that his breathing was a bit heavy, a storm quickly accumulated in his eyes, and he lost the calmness he was most proud of.

Since the death of his mother in this life, this is the only person who can stir his heartstrings like a deep pool of waves. In the past, no one in the world knew his only weakness, but after the Wen family battle, everyone in the world probably knew it.

He shot violently, using the iron rope between his wrists as a guide, and simply wrapped it around the fine iron of the prison gate—assuming it was just fine iron, or even if it was something else, he didn’t care anymore—he slammed at himself Pulled across the chest.

The iron chain strung on the palm divided the palm prints, reflecting deep red marks. The smell of iron rust accompanied by the faint smell of blood radiated in the air, entangled ambiguously, regardless of each other, it was a fresh whip wound on the body.

"Wen, Xian." He whispered these two words from between his teeth in a low voice, but for so many years, he had never called his younger brother by his original name, especially when they had to become when filming.

If this idiot dared to die in such an aggrieved place, he would have endured it for so long for nothing.

Qixian's mouth curled into a cold smile, a strong opponent?The meaning of this kind of thing is just to pass the boring life. If that person who hides in the dark thinks that he has a chance to win, then it is really his... misfortune.

He didn't even care what kind of embarrassment his palm had been strangled into. Those slender fingers that were usually only used to tune the piano and enjoy incense had long since lost their white color, but the cage was also within the range visible to the naked eye, expanding bit by bit with difficulty. distance.

"open!"

A strand of long hair slipped from his ear, and a deep male voice sounded out of nowhere with a hint of anger, and then a hand stretched in, covering his hands that were holding the iron chain tightly, and opened his fingers firmly and forcefully.

Looking up and meeting a pair of bottomless eyes, Qi Xian was in a rare trance, it was Wen Nianyuan.

The man looked a bit embarrassed, his night clothes had many holes and rags fluttered, but his face was calm, his fingers were strong, and he didn't look injured at all.

Qixian looked at him for a while without making a sound, until Wen Nianyuan's angry voice sounded, asking him what he was doing, he suddenly broke into a smile.

Withdrawing his hand, he brushed his restless hair back to his shoulders, and he said casually: "The days in prison are long and not very interesting, just find something to do, otherwise, if you don't come, what will I do with it?" Chenguang."

He couldn't tell Wen Nianyuan that my dear brother, I thought you were trapped by the authorities here and planned to run out to avenge you.

At that time, it will not be him looking at Wen Nianyuan with the eyes of a fool, but it will be Wen Nianyuan's turn to look at him with that kind of eyes.

Qixian deeply feels that if he has done any stupid, wrong, or laughable things in his life, it is basically because of Wen Nianyuan's existence.

"Find something to do?" Wen Nianyuan obviously disapproved, and pulled Qi Xian's hand back, looking back and forth at the traces of violence in his palm, a look of regret flashed across his face.

Unavoidable to be questioned, Qi Xian casually changed the topic, "It seems that the mechanism here has been activated just now, is it you?"

"Yeah." Taking out a small white porcelain bottle from his bosom, Wen Nianyuan poured out a transparent medicinal liquid exuding the fragrance of grass and trees, and carefully applied it to the palm of Qi Xian, while whispering: "The mechanism is a bit complicated, it took a little time ,fine."

In fact, it is not just complicated, the mechanism of Thousand Illusion Prison is a form that he has never seen before.

Only then do I feel that I hate less books when they are used.

Just like the disciples of Hongmeng Academy faced the Xunfeng gust outside his inn, it must be said that this is probably a feng shui turn.

However, Changsun Liqun would lose his fighting spirit and be unable to get out after falling into the Xunfeng formation, but Wen Nianyuan would not.He even took the risk of touching the mechanism again, and found a way at a critical moment.

Qi Xian let him rub his palm carefully, raised his head to look at this man, but he didn't see him for a few days, but he always felt that something had changed in Wen Nianyuan.

He is no longer the man who only knew how to chase.

At this moment, Qixian even felt that Wen Nianyuan was already strong enough to hold up the sky.

Thinking back on his irritability and impatience just now when he was worried about Wen Nianyuan being trapped in the prison, he suddenly realized that maybe what slowed down Wen Nianyuan's growth over the years was his indulgence that he thought was not much but actually was too much.

He glanced at that steady and serious face, and suddenly sneered silently, so what if he indulges, what if he doesn't grow up, does he need Wen Nianyuan to be a great hero?

Not at all, he just needs to live happily and recklessly. Similarly, Wen Nianyuan only needs to live happily and recklessly, living like they want to live, this life is more valuable than anyone else.

He backhanded and caressed Wen Nianyuan's face, a little curious, "How did you get that old Taoist away?"

Although the way the old Taoist used the whip was not enough for him at all, it was precisely because it was not enough that Qi Xian was particularly upset. You must know that when a fool uses torture, he always has a bad grasp of the heat.

Wen Nianyuan's face darkened, and his voice had a cold and chilling tone, because when he finally finished applying the medicine to Qixian's hands, he found the whip marks in front of Qixian's body, and the messy white clothes.

"I set it on fire." Every time he said a word, he seemed to be turning the culprit over and over again.

Qixian laughed lightly, Qianhe Guan was the brainchild of Daoist Priest Tiangang, Wen Nianyuan had also learned badly, and could do such things as setting fires, that old Taoist priest must be bleeding now.

On the contrary, this Thousand Illusion Prison, in order to imprison the most sinful criminals, was built so that water and fire could not invade, oil and salt could not enter, and it became a good place to watch the fire from the other side.

Wen Nianyuan didn't wait for Qi Xian to react, he tore off the front of his clothes, his eyes fell on those fresh whip marks, "How dare he torture you."

The words that were originally extremely angry and the eyes that were extremely angry, probably because of the fire, they actually carried a faint scorching meaning.

Not caring at all that her skin was exposed to the air, Qixian seemed to feel thirsty, stretched out her tongue and licked her lips, and said innocently and seductively: "Well, it hurts a bit. Ah, the medicine seems to be used up, Do you... want to relieve the pain?"

Wen Nianyuan looked at him with eyes full of ambiguity and charm, even the air seemed to be burning with heat.

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