The villain has a white moonlight

But Ji Wuxian withdrew his heart and didn't dodge.

Chengyingjian's fierce sword wind swept a bloodstain on the handsome face of the young man in red, and the tip of the sword pierced through the skirt of his clothes and pierced half an inch into his heart, only hurting the flesh.

"Ji Wuxian, why didn't you fight back! Why!" Huang Quanjun put Chengying back into the sheath, stepped forward and grabbed Ji Wuxian by the collar and pushed him against the stone pillar, "I really hate the way you are now! "

Ji Wuxian shook his head, shrugged with a smile, "I can't help it, that's how I am now."

He never cared about other people's love and hatred, Xiao Wanyin is not other people, they were friends in the past, and now they are not real enemies.

Being hated by Xiao Wanyin would make him feel sad, but it's better not to show this kind of sadness.

There was a burst of anger in Mr. Huang Quan's eyes, and he was about to punch him in the face with a fist.

His calmness over the years disappeared when he saw this old man, as if he had become the boy he was back then.

Ji Wuxian in the Zixiao Academy, young and frivolous, flirts with willful will, will only restrain himself a little in front of Lan Xizhi, is the most measured little bully in the academy, only uses evil to counter evil, never bullies the weak.

His own aptitude is not good, and his cultivation is not good. In his eyes, Xianzhi always exudes a special light. The light is dazzling, which belongs to the fearlessness and sharpness of young people.

He admires Xianzhi very much.

pity.

"Ahem, my lord, there is a saying that when you hit someone, don't hit someone in the face, you..." Luo Yafeng reminded weakly with a smile.

"Shut up." Huang Quanjun said coldly, but the fist did not fall after all, but the hand holding Ji Wuxian still did not let go.

A moth came from the city and landed in Ji Xin Nu's palm.

"An outsider entered the city and went to your wooden house." The girl in yellow shirt said to Luo Yafeng.

Luo Ya, who was still at ease, heard the rumors, his smile gradually disappeared, and Dong Gongfu was still in the house.

"At this time, you can travel unimpeded in the city full of barriers. Either that person has a very high level of cultivation, or he has your other half of your heart." Ji Xinnu thoughtfully.

"Luo Yafeng, go back to the wooden house to check." Mr. Huang Quan said lightly.

"My lord..."

"This is an order, you are not needed here."

Luo Yafeng was startled, clasped his fists and answered yes, then transformed into a prototype of a peacock and flew towards the city in a hurry.

Donggong Fu looked coldly at the hand holding her sleeve: "Donggong Shenyue, aren't you tired?"

Donggong Shenyue heard the words, the nervousness on her pale face disappeared, she narrowed her narrow eyes and smiled: "Xiaofu, sometimes girls don't have to be so smart, it's not good to pretend nothing happened ?"

"Do you think that now that I have lost all my cultivation, I want to go back to Donggong's house to find asylum, so I should play along with you to whitewash the peace?" Donggongfu asked, holding back the grief and indignation in her heart.

"Xiao Fu, Uncle Eleven is just here to take you home."

"Home? Ha, can you put away your hypocritical face!"

"Oh, it shouldn't be like this between you and me." Donggong Shenyue sighed lightly, her eyes stopped on Donggongfu's wrist.

Dong Gongfu clasped the golden bell on her wrist: "You don't even want to take away the red thread golden bell."

The red threaded golden bell was a relic left to her by her father. She couldn't bear to destroy it, but she couldn't fall into the hands of this idiot either. At the last moment, she had nothing but to die.

However, Donggong Shenyue turned around and closed the door, crossed the wooden peg, went to the table and sat down, brewed a cup of tea for herself, looked at Youbi's tea soup, and said softly: "Xiaofu, what I want is not only here"

Dong Gongfu suddenly felt a chill down her spine.

"You are not my eleventh uncle, who are you?"

"Your eleventh uncle, Donggong Shenyue, suffered from severe illness since he was a child. He was weak and sickly, and he was taken care of by Donggong Yue. Several brothers were dissatisfied and often pushed him out. Donggong Shenyue was bored in his heart and didn't tell anyone. One day, the group of boys learned to bully this little brother at home, saying that his illness was hopeless and his time was numbered, but Dong Gongyue was hiding it from him, fearing that he would not be able to bear it. Dong Gongyue, who was passing by, was furious when he found out, Immediately gave those brothers a good whip, and comforted Donggong Shenyue not to listen to those boys' nonsense. The boys who had been reprimanded lay in the hospital for two full days. I went to visit after buying a gift, and was scolded by several sick patients, saying that he is hypocritical and pretending, and that his existence is a scourge."

Donggong Shenyue took a sip of tea and continued, "That silly boy Donggong Shenyue really thought that he was a burden and that his existence would make his brothers discord, so he made a burden that night and left Donggong's house secretly. That body was already weak, and it was okay to be warmed up in the house, but he couldn't stand the long journey, and before he found a suitable place to stay, he fell seriously ill. When I saw him, he had a high fever and was lying on the bed. In a ruined temple, the checkmate is not dead."

Donggong Fu felt as if a big stone had been crushed in her heart, she could hardly breathe, she was sad for the long-dead boy Donggong Shenyue, the person in front of her was suddenly very strange, what on earth was he... what was it.

"I fed Donggong Shenyue a sip of hot soup, and he was very grateful. He said that he was about to die, and the most regretful thing was that he was ashamed of his elder brother's upbringing." Many souls filled him up, but he still couldn't have a decent identity, that child was not afraid after knowing what I was, and said that he hoped that I could replace him and stay by Dong Gongyue's side."

"Accompanying? Are you ashamed to say it? For more than 20 years, you have never forgotten to plot against Donggong's family!" Donggongfu suddenly remembered something again, and was very annoyed.

In the final battle of the Moon War, Dong Gongyue found the third cloud-piercing arrow that had not been broken on the battlefield while the crowd cheered.

Because of Ji Wuxian's possession of ghost Xiao, the Gusu Lan family was deeply involved in the whirlpool of public opinion, and everyone was always afraid of magic weapons that were too powerful.

Dong Gongyue secretly asked the famous blade caster to transform the cloud-piercing arrow into a hairpin, and handed it to Dong Gongfu for safekeeping. At the same time, he released the news that the third cloud-piercing arrow was also damaged during the crucible of the moon, and there is no such magic weapon in the world.

This was originally a secret that Donggongfu and her father only knew, but when she was in the cliff of no return, Donggong Shenyue knew that the hairpin was the Cloud Piercing Arrow, and said that her father had instructed him to come here.

If the father didn't, it could only mean that Donggong Shenyue wanted to use her to bring the Chenchen Mirror into the world.

"Not returning to the cliff is because of your collusion with the ghost market!"

"No, I only follow the order of the prince."

"Prince...?" Dong Gongfu was stunned.

"Prince of the Yuyi Kingdom." Donggong Shenyue emphasized, "I am a puppet made by him. There is more than one puppet like me. I am dormant in your cultivation world to restore the Yuyi Kingdom."

The dust-seeing mirror cannot be destroyed at all, it can only be sealed. The three cloud-piercing arrows can just seal the severely damaged dust-seeing mirror in the last arrow.

The fake mirror sent by the ghost market was made by the prince in Menghuaichuan, and it was given an elegant name, Orange Shadow Five-color Flower Mirror. When the ghost market was first established, it was a gift from Wu Siyue to Mr. Huang Quan.

It has the appearance of a dust-observing mirror, but its spiritual power is far less than that of the real thing. The only thing that is useful is that when it is shot by the cloud-piercing arrow, it can extradite the power of the seal to itself.

Mr. Huang Quan could naturally read the meaning of the empty letter sent by Wu Siyue.

Ghost City is in charge of appearing on camera, and the prince's puppet is in charge of Piercing Cloud Arrow.

Dong Gongfu fell into a daze for a while, was the person who was secretly instigating the trend of Xiujie, the prince of Yuyi Kingdom?

The ghost market, the restoration of the country, and the Donggong Shenyue in front of me is a puppet. These scattered messages are like silver needles piercing the bone.

The rise and fall of the Donggong family, and the death of her father, are they just insignificant discarded pieces in this game of chess!

"Xiaofu, although I am a puppet, I still have the feelings of a mortal after all." Donggong Shenyue put the golden fan on the table and sighed softly, "If I disobey the prince's order, your father will not be the only one who will die, you, I, and even the entire Donggong family will be destroyed, and killing elder brother... I have no choice but to." Donggong Shenyue said softly.

"Donggong Shenyue, should I trust you? Over the years, you have spoken a few truths!" Donggong Fu trembled.

"My feelings for big brother and you are true." Donggong Shenyue got up, walked around the table, and walked towards Donggong Fu, "This cultivation world is almost over, come with me, as long as you will be loyal to the prince and never betray , we'll be fine."

Donggongfu took off her hairpin and held it in her hands, and pointed her hands at Donggong Shenyue: "Go away."

"Are you afraid of me?" Donggong Shenyue sighed softly, "Why are you afraid of me, Xiaofu, you are the only person in this world that I won't hurt."

In the illusion where Wang Huan is, the dawn of the final battle of the Moon War is imminent.

The girl in the Xie family's team in Jinling holds a pipa in her arms. The purple clothes have traces of being burned, and the cloud-white Xiangshui skirt is also stained red in the bloody battlefield.

The girl's face was slightly tired, but her eyes were bright and joyful. Like everyone else, she held her breath and looked at the sky.

Wang Shuo and Tang Min died together, and there was no one on the invitation platform floating in the air, only the dust-observing mirror that brought disaster to the cultivation world.

The first two cloud-piercing arrows were destroyed by the mirror while destroying the dust-observing mirror.

After being shot by the third cloud-piercing arrow, an earth-shattering roar came out from the dust-observing mirror, and when the spider-web-like mirror was about to collapse, a dazzling light burst out from the mirror, and the dust-observing mirror immediately appeared in front of everyone. disappeared!

Only the cloud-piercing arrow with a white feather and silver arrowhead fell from the sky.

A golden-clothed figure among the monks of the Donggong family ran towards the direction where the cloud-piercing arrow fell, and the person who went was Donggong Yue.

Xie Niyu, who entered Wang Huan's black illusion, saw the familiar figure in the red bird's suit from afar. The young Wang Huan was kneeling on the edge of the cliff, and everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Against the tumbling magma and gushing flames in the arrow casting pool, against the backdrop of the fire, that stern face showed unprecedented sadness intertwined with pain, and the dark red blood dripping from the palm of his hand hurt Xie Niyu's heart. Heart.

Was Wang Huan back then alone here?

Wang Huan, who lost his father, was actually very sad.

Wang Huan! "The woman in purple ran towards the direction where the boy was, but was still unable to get close.

It was as if there was an invisible barrier, trapping her in a place far away from each other.