The villain has a white moonlight

What Wang Shuo said was right, born in the Langya Wang clan, one has to bear some burdens.

To become the suzerain of the Wang family, in that position, there will be many things that you don't want to do but have to do.

But no one can force Ji Ling King Ruoxi, only he can.

Since childhood, he has been competing with Wang Shuo. Wang Shuo asked him to do it, but he didn't. The strong never need to deliberately please.Wang Shuo endured the humiliation for the sake of the overall situation, and he insisted on going his own way.

Regardless of making choices or decisions, he must hold the initiative in his hands.

He thought he could do better than his father, but that was not the case.

Back then at the Langhua banquet, he wanted to observe the dust mirror in order to destroy it.

However, when the mirror appeared in front of his eyes, for another moment, he wanted to use the power of the viewing mirror to revive his mother, Wang Shuo, and righteous sister.

Whether he didn't destroy the mirror himself, or prevented Dong Gongfu from shooting arrows later, he had selfish motives.

Guessing that the mirror at the beginning was fake, Furong Arrow may be an opportunity for the real mirror to reappear in the world

He misses his mother very much, and the memory of his mother will not fade with time, but will become clearer in his dreams, but that is just the mother in his imagination.

He thought that he would always hate Wang Shuo, and even now, he still had a hard time getting over it, but the Langya Wang family, together with himself, were able to survive the Moon Crusade under Wang Shuo's wings.

He wanted to ask Wang Shuo, what he wanted to say at that time was whether he should be the suzerain of the Langya Wang clan in his own way, or live freely in his own way.

There is also Sister Yi, that weak medical girl with a clear smile, like a mother, like a elder sister, like a bunch of silver moonlight, warming his entire youth.

After all, he is also an ordinary person, and ordinary people have something to ask for, and so does he, he has selfishness, and his obsession is not clear.

He has always refused to be a person like Wang Shuo, but in the end, he found that he is still somewhat like his father.

The sense of mission and responsibility that flowed in Langya Wang's blood struggled with his selfishness and fell into a situation where he was at a loss.

After all, he chose to take care of the overall situation.

When the Dust Mirror appeared, he was powerless to stop it.

Missing an opportunity that might bring back those closest to him, he seemed to have lost them all over again.

He never took those insults to heart, whether heroes love dragons or hate dragons, they are all false names.

But now Haoyu must have seen the scene of the Arrow Pond, the secret he had never dared to let her know, the blood and dead bones, was originally the nightmare he dreamed back at midnight, and it has been weighing heavily on his heart for years.

So this time, is he going to lose again... the one he loves the most?

There is nothing left to lose.

He still remembered what Haoyue said in Lianwu Mountain.

Really... I'm afraid to see the disappointment in those beautiful eyes.

It is also very tiring. I have been bound by the status of the suzerain of the Langya Wang family. This kind of fate is destined to bear many fates, which is also very annoying.

Mr. Huang Quan squinted his eyes, and looked up at the sleeping Sect Master of the Langya Wang Clan in mid-air.

The hell butterfly was flapping its wings happily while sucking blood. It should have never sucked such delicious blood.

The hell butterfly will suck the last drop of blood from the bitten person, and this kind of butterfly will become stronger when it is strong. If it is attached to ordinary people or low-level monks, it is easy to handle. If it is attached to high-level monks, if it is forcibly pulled out, The possessed person may lose their spirit and soul, or their life may be in danger.

The ghost market is never short of rare ghosts and ghosts. The small straw on the mouth of the butterfly in hell can suck blood and at the same time magnify the uneasiness and hesitation hidden deep in the heart. The stronger the person, the more he will My heart is sealed layer by layer like an iron plate, but it is a pity that it is too hard to break, and Huiji will be hurt. Ji Lingjun, who was nailed by the hell butterfly, may not be able to escape the demon this time.

Before the blood is sucked dry, if there is external assistance, it may be possible to escape, but that external force is not something that everyone can take on.

"Brother Quan, Ji Lingjun's friends are here!" Luo Yafeng said leisurely while leaning against the fence.

"Wang Huan!" Xie Niyu hastily arrived in Honglin, extremely anxious and worried, but Wang Huan, who had already fallen into a nightmare, couldn't hear him at all.

The black shadow overflowed from Wang Huan's body, spreading continuously, and the affected people in Yanmo City reacted differently. Some people, such as Donggong Shenyao, directly exploded to death, some fell to the ground and fainted, some lost all five senses, and some The survivors were completely unscathed, and the living people stared blankly at the incredible scene in front of them with weapons in their hands. They were so scared that they backed away again and again, trying to escape, but they were trapped in the shadow.

"Xiao Wanyin, are you killing people?!" Ji Wuxian leaped onto the city wall, and when she landed, she was dressed in red and her curly hair danced wildly in the wind.

Standing opposite each other in red clothes and green shirts, although they have no killing intent, they also have no old friendship of seeing each other.

"Xianzhi, why are you surprised?" Huang Quanjun's pale face showed a sarcasm smile, "Isn't killing people the most common thing in the ghost market?"

"You shouldn't touch Wang Ruoxi." There was a cold light in Ji Wuxian's golden eyes.

The woman who played the pipa in the city wanted to wake up Wang Huan with the music, and she played two wrong notes, and her concern became chaotic and anxious.

"Yo, Yinming Guishouxian is angry?" Luo Yafeng said with a smile.

"I'm a little curious. Before you saw me, did you guess that Mr. Huang Quan was Xiao Wanyin?" Mr. Huang Quan's expression was calm.

"Is it important?"

"Important, very important." Mr. Huang Quan untied the tie and took off the cloak, Luo Yafeng next to him took the cloak, and retreated a short distance from Ji Xin Nu.

"After all, it's a shame for me to kill a trash who is blinded by love and doesn't even know who his opponent is." Mr. Huang Quan drew out the Yingying Sword and said coldly.

Ji Wuxian was taken aback, the clues left by Mr. Huang Quan were indeed not difficult for the old man to decipher.

However, after he came out of Shura Dao, he really didn't think about who the identity of the ghost city master was.

Because it feels unimportant.

But it is obviously inappropriate to say this at this time, so I just sighed: "Wan Yin, you took so much trouble to lure me out of the Asura Dao, is it to kill me, or is it intentional for me to be acquainted with Fu Mengsheng?"

Huang Quanjun's face changed slightly, but his voice was still cold: "You think too much."

As soon as the words fell, the Chengying Sword slashed fiercely, Ji Wuxian dodged it sideways, pulled out his heart with his backhand, and crossed the blade to counteract, Ji Wuxian retreated one after another, only defending and not attacking, but the expression between his brows became more serious .

There seems to be the smell of sulfur and gunpowder in the air, the temperature seems to be rising, and the picture played by the soundtrack of the movie seems to be slowly becoming concrete.

The black shadow around Wang Huan was the same, like a tentacle, entangled his guardian spirit Suzaku together with him, and quickly wrapped it into a cocoon, isolating everything from the outside world. Living creatures that approach are strangled.

"Uncle!" Wang Siyuan yelled, wanting to go forward with Yujian, but was stopped by Honglin who quickly meandered in front of him.

"Uncle..." The young man in Suzaku clothes clenched his fists, his lips turned white from being bitten, little Aipo purred, rubbed his ears against him, seemed to be comforting, but at the same time felt distressed.

Xie Shaoyu paced back and forth anxiously, feeling that there was nothing he could do to help right now, it was too bad, he looked up at the sky, stomped his feet and said angrily: "Gan Linliang, what kind of peerless ghost is thinking of this?" A wicked way to kill someone?"

"Back in the final battle of the Moon War, Tang Min used the dust mirror to move the volcano. He tried to detonate the volcano and destroy Jinling but failed. This time, someone was able to use a piece of debris to disrupt time and space and move the volcano here... that person... ...It's too scary." Ling Dang no longer had the leisurely state of almond-eyed smiles in the past.

"Sister Ling Dang, are you talking about Mr. Huang Quan?" Xie Shaoyu looked at the two people who were fighting on the city wall, and asked doubtfully.

Ling Dang shook her head: "It's not Mr. Huang Quan. Such power cannot be possessed by ordinary people."

"It's that person." Xie Niyu retracted her pipa and said in a low voice.

"Who?"

"Prince Yuyi Country."

"What? The legendary Yuyi tribe who successfully cultivated immortality? Miss, how do you know?" Bell asked in surprise.

Xie Niyu didn't speak, but just ordered: "Take care of the two of them."

After speaking, Yu Qingshuangjian went towards the cloud.

"Sister, what are you going to do!" Xie Shaoyu rushed forward two steps, was dragged back by the bell, worried and didn't dare to go forward to make trouble, so he stomped his feet angrily.

Xie Niyu Yujian stood beside Wang Huan, and her purple clothes bloomed into a beautiful iris flower in the wind.

"Wang Huan, I'm Haoyu, here I come." She covered the black cocoon with her hands without hesitation.

The murderous tentacles with teeth and claws did not attack her, but wrapped her around the waist and dragged her in.

"Sister!"

"Thank you sister!" The voices of the teenagers were all broken.

Ling Dang held a child with one hand, and looked at the sky with the same worry, his palms were slightly sweaty.

The offensive and defensive battle on the tower is still going on.

"Ji Wuxian, make a move!" Tsing Yi flew up, and the sword wind swept up the smoke and dust.

"Make a move, I'll let you make a move! Why are you such a waste now?! Indecisive waste!"

"Pay attention." Ji Wuxian closed his eyes, said in a low voice, and then faced each other vertically, the knife was already cold, as if it was covered with cold moonlight.

The very fierce battle kicked off. With the sound of "铛", the lingering sound was not over, and a new sword style galloped like a silver snake, stabbing at the chest of the young man in red, swaying to kill, Ji Wuxian made a move It was also ruthless, with a wild and fierce hidden heart knife style, and slashed at the gate of the young man's life in Tsing Yi. The clanging of the swords and swords resounded through the city wall, and streaks of red and silver piercing light were drawn in the sky.

Dong Gongfu, who was locked in the wooden house, was also anxious. The small fragment of the dust-seeing mirror inlaid on the vanity mirror saw the situation under Yanmo City. Even though she tried countless times during this period, she still couldn't find it. Way, he was so angry that he kicked the wooden door fiercely, but the door opened at this moment.

"Luo Ya..." After seeing who was coming, she stepped back and knocked over the glass bottle on the table. With the crisp sound of the bottle breaking, white daisies were scattered all over the ground.

"Xiaofu, come with me."

The one who came was Donggong Shenyue holding a golden fan.

And in Menghuaichuan, a place close to the gods that is difficult for mortals, there are also new visitors at this time, and some withered flowers and plants begin to glow when the Taoist in white clothes and mirrors sets foot.