The villain has a white moonlight

Inside the wooden house, Dong Gongfu was holding a hairpin with one hand, and the hairpin pointed at the man in gold who was walking slowly. His body was shaking with tension, and the hand wearing the golden bell with red thread was behind his back.

"Little Fu, you are the person Uncle Eleven wants to protect, so please don't disappoint my kindness." Donggong Shenyue didn't stop, "This little hairpin won't do anything to me."

Dong Gongfu's face became paler, she turned the hairpin without saying a word, and pointed the sharp point at her carotid artery with a threatening cold light.

"Little Fu, Eleventh Uncle is a puppet. Over time, parts of his body are occasionally worn out. He has become a doctor after a long illness, and he knows a thing or two about puppetry." Donggong Shenyue narrowed her eyes, looking at Donggong Fu's snow-white He stopped at the neck, and said with a half-smile: "Even if you commit suicide, Uncle Eleven will have a way to keep you by his side forever, and you will not be free."

There is only a wooden wall behind Dong Gongfu, and she has retreated to the point where there is no way out. The last line of defense in her heart has been crushed, her face is panicked, her hands hang down, and she holds the hairpin tightly, like holding a useless straw.

There was a strange atmosphere in the cramped and narrow space, Donggong Shenyue raised her hand with a smile, with an ambiguous look in her eyes, her fingers gently brushed the woman's blue hair, and gradually moved down.

Donggong Shenyue was immersed in the pride of taming her prey, and when her fingers were about to touch that snow-white neck, a cold light flashed in Donggong Fu's eyes, and she quickly and ruthlessly stabbed the hairpin firmly into the Fengchi point on the back of Donggong Shenyue's head.

There was no blood gushing out from the young man in golden clothes' wound, but he remained motionless as if he had been acupunctured.

She has read all kinds of books since she was a child, which are miscellaneous and broad. The door, the puppet technique of Prince Yuyi Country may be more subtle, but at this time she can only try it randomly.

Is it right?Before Donggong Fushang had time to think about it, she raised her hand and slapped the person in front of her, then walked to the table, picked up a vase, and slammed it hard at the back of Donggong Shenyue's head.

However, the motionless puppet let out a sneer, and with a wave of the golden fan, the vase was cut in half instantly, crackling and shattering on the ground.

"You..." Donggong Fu felt bad, she turned around and ran towards the door, but was dragged back by Donggong Shenyue who was bullying her, and twisted her hands against the wall instead.

Different from before, at this time, Donggong Shenyue was no longer smiling, her eyes were like a dark pool that was about to swallow the person in front of her, and a silver puppet thread climbed onto Donggongfu at some point.

In a critical situation, with a bang, the wooden door was kicked open, and then two scimitars pierced the air with murderous aura. Donggong Shenyue pushed Donggongfu away forcefully, and the golden fan unfolded to block the murderous intent.

"Luo Yafeng!" Seeing who came, Dong Gongfu was finally relieved.

"Miss Donggong, are you alright?" The short-haired young man in emerald feathers stepped on the door and entered the room, turning a blind eye to Donggong Shenyue, and his tone of greeting was relaxed.

"I'm fine." Even though he was bound by the puppet string and couldn't move, he was still happy and at ease.

She watched the young man catch the two crescent knives that flew back, and the emerald earrings were shining against the light.

Seeing the two tacitly looking at each other, Donggong Shenyue was furious, and the golden fan in her hand showed her sharpness, threatening to kill

"That's good," Luo Yafeng blocked and killed with two knives alternately, turned his head and smiled at Dong Gongfu, the tear mole on his delicate face rose with the upturned eyes, "I will untie you after I kill him .”

"Okay!" Dong Gongfu nodded, "I'll wait for you."

Donggong Shenyue threw out her fan angrily, Luo Yafeng's swords criss-crossed like flying swallows, collided with the golden fan, and sparked bright and dazzling sparks.

Donggong Shenyue struck out the golden fan, and sneered: "Servant of God, do you know who is in front of you?"

"Sovereign Master Shenyue of the Eastern Palace, so what, come here to deceive my honored guest without invitation, just hit him!"

"I am a puppet made by the prince himself."

"What? So you are also a wicked thing he made? Then I have to kill!" Luo Yafeng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"Kill me? Overestimate yourself. Do you know that this is disobedience to the prince."

"You think too highly of yourself?" Luo Yafeng clicked his tongue, and a sardonic smile rose from the corner of his mouth, "I don't know anything else, but that person really doesn't care if he kills a dog or two. But no emotion."

A pair of gorgeous heterochromatic pupils brought a sarcastic smile: "Besides, Brother Xiaofeng, I am born rebellious. If I kill you, I will offend him, and I will be very happy."

Donggong Shenyue heard that she was no longer calm in the past, her eyes and eyebrows were full of violence, the golden fan was overturned, and the sea of ​​white daisies was stirred up violently, and the flying petals instantly turned into sharp knives, sweeping away towards Luo Yafeng.

"Move my flowers, you are really dead." A coldness flashed in Luo Yafeng's eyes, and the crescent moon's two swords were cold.

"Teacher Luo, why did you come here?" The young man in red bird clothes pointed his long sword at the person in front of him, and his whole body, including the gorgeous red bird sword, seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost.

"Wang Huan..." Xie Niyu looked at the young man standing with a sword, and called out in a low voice.

Against the backdrop of raging fire and billowing magma, that frosty and moon-like young man looked even more lonely and cold.

It seemed that there was nothing in this world that could leave a trace of warmth on him.

"Now he can't hear your voice, and he can't see you anymore." Wu Siyue clasped Xie Niyu's swan-like elegant and slender neck with one hand, and her Shunhua-like face carried a light smile. This is not good, you fell into my hands because of his distraction, because of you he fell into this boundless dark world, and was trapped by Qu Bo Mo Xue's killing world, this world is in the middle of the world, it depends on how he moves Let's break out of the encirclement in one step."

The black air gushing out from Luo Rong's blue wolf hair pen was like ink stains, and the black ink floated around them, like thin black lines, weak but hidden murderous intentions.

It was like a black snake hissing and spitting out a message, waiting for the perfect time to attack.

"To destroy the hope of cultivating the world, I came to kill you and your fellow practitioners." Luo Rong was silent for a while, and finally gave the answer.

"Then, the student is offended."

"Please."

The radiant Suzaku sword stabbed at Luo Rong with icy killing intent, and the scattered ink like gossamer quickly condensed into a solid body, blocking the sword. A large black snake formed by ink and wash, rushed towards the boy in Suzaku clothes crazily and violently.

The thick black mist hides murderous intentions, and the black snakes show their venomous teeth. The camel-clothed man who killed with a pen was like an inexhaustible judge, vowing to force the young man in the squirrel-clothed lava.

Thin sweat dripped from the forehead of the young man on the edge of the cliff. Against the backdrop of the flames, the Suzaku sword glowed coldly, like a silver-scaled white snake killing wildly among black snakes. The Garuda wings on the hilt glowed with lightning It flows, purifying all the black mist that has gathered and weighed down.

On the Menghuai River, the peach blossoms swept by the strong wind are colorful and falling like rain. The people on the other side of the bronze mirror still haven’t heard Fu Mengsheng’s response. Friends, I have said so much, if you can hear me, please respond to me, okay?"

Fu Mengsheng didn't speak, but the man in the fox mask with a crying face nodded slightly, and replied with a smile: "He, now he dare not respond, and he can't respond to you. Since he has the determination to die, he can't have any more Caring about it!"

The side of the bronze mirror quieted down, but the other side of Huo Xiwu was Hong Ze's surging emotions, which made the man in the fox mask with a smile and a leisurely posture startled.

"His... Your Majesty... It's really... It's you."

"Ha." There was a chuckle, as if stuck in the throat, as if he didn't care, or really didn't care?

"Friend, you shouldn't have come here, leave Meng Huaichuan." Fu Mengsheng's voice was also a little dry, and the worry on his handsome face became more and more worried.

"To the citizens of Yuyi Country, there are three ways to mark, touch, kiss, and skin-to-skin." Hearing this, the man in the fox mask turned his face slightly, and narrowed his eyes as if thinking of something interesting. Speaking, it seemed that he was whispering in Fu Mengsheng's ear: "You are someone who is cherished by Fu Mengsheng, do you know why he marked you that night?"

There was no response, but Huo Xiwu trembled heavily.

Fu Mengsheng also trembled, frowning tightly, as if the deepest secret in his heart had been torn open, with such fresh bloody pain.

What was he thinking before he got there?

Before recovering Lan Xizhi's memory, he was able to sense something occasionally.

It was a vague shadow, in the pure land outside the world, the feather fan swayed slightly, and regarded the whole repair world as a chess game.

All living beings play chess, and Ji Wuxian is also a player in the chess game.

He could only receive fragmented and scattered messages, and could not detect the overall situation, so he could only try his best to follow Ji Wuxian.

He, who has no strength to restrain a chicken, wants to protect Ji Wuxian, which may be ridiculous, but it is the most sincere idea.

However, when he got a glimpse of the overall situation, he realized that he was also on the chessboard.

Recovering Yuyi Country, the responsibility and obligation that was a little strange to him but melted in his bones and blood, was heavily suppressed.

The other self seemed to want to kill him and his beloved for this.

And the only thing he can do... can only be... only...

"You have the spiritual blood of the prince of Yuyi Kingdom and the cross flames on your body, which is equivalent to having the blood of the royal family. The happiness that Fu Mengsheng had with you under the peach blossom tree all night was born of love, and it was also for the purpose of breaking the body and inheriting him. After Yuze, the essence and blood are fused, and your body is no longer a hotbed of mycelium, and his secondary body can also copy the martial arts and spiritual power of my main body, and has the power to fight me."

Ji Wuxian is the source host whose mycelium is really at the top. Those first-level sub-hosts infected by the chain hierarchy, the second-level sub-hosts, all the chain-type parallel relationships and superior-subordinate relationships are like buried in the body. Whether it becomes a living puppet or a dead person, it depends on the condition of the source host's mother body.

But mycelium does much more than that.