The villain has a white moonlight

The person who came was elegant in green clothes, tall and tall, wearing a mink velvet cloak, and holding a gold-plated stove in his hand. He was the lord of Yanmo City, Mr. Huang Quan.

A group of black clouds came from the northwest direction, the wind was stinky, the rain of blood was flying, mixed with the ear-piercing howls of ghosts and wolves, it was the unique customs of Yanmo City - the crossing of a hundred ghosts.

The ghost market is a business between the yin and yang worlds. The permanent residents here, besides the living, also have ghosts. Those ghosts like to gather together when they are free, and go to the surrounding towns to scare people.

The two men in the sea of ​​flowers are not surprised. As the owner of the ghost city and the small city manager, this is as normal as wind and rain to them, and it is a natural phenomenon.

"Brother Quan, didn't you use the golden crane to send me a notice, why did you come in person?" Luo Yafeng smiled brightly.

"How is Donggong Fu?" Huang Quanjun asked calmly.

"Well, to be honest, it's not very good. Dalihua has detoxified her, but Miss Donggong doesn't eat or drink these days, she's in a trance, and she's very fierce, so no one is allowed to approach," Ya Fengyi With an expression of melancholy in the world, "My lord, do you want to visit your old friend?"

"If you want to be a hero, be a good person to the end. People are brought back by you, and you are responsible for them."

"My lord, I saved her for your sake, and you asked me to bring her to the ghost market." Luo Yafeng argued.

Mr. Huang Quan glanced at the man in emerald green clothes lightly, the latter coughed and said in a low voice, "Well, I shot without thinking anything at that time."

"Until the dust settles, she can't leave the ghost market." Mr. Huang Quan calmly gave instructions.

"I obey," Luo Ya Fengwen said in a voice, "Brother Quan, you have to explain this matter, you can use the golden crane, don't come out to catch the cold."

"This thing can only be given to you with my own hands." Mr. Huang Quan stretched out his hand, the palm of which was a heart, only half of which was covered by a ball of light red light, still beating lightly.

"Oh my God! Long time no see my old buddy!" Luo Yafeng was so happy that he almost spread his wings and danced around, "Brother Quan, Brother Quan, you are really the best boss in the world!"

The corner of Huang Quanjun's mouth twitched, and he said flatly, "Troubleshooting, put it back in its place."

Luo Yafeng carefully took it with both hands and pressed it to his heart, chanted a mantra, watched the half of the heart sink into his body, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Brother Quan, I didn't take over the Donggong family, the mission failed, and you still gave me this great gift." After Luo Yafeng finished speaking, he scratched his head in embarrassment, and said that after accepting it, it sounded a little hypocritical pretend.

"I remember what I said at the time was waiting for you to come back, and there will be a gift for you." Huang Quanjun said calmly, "Completing the task is not the prerequisite."

Tears welled up in Luo Yafeng's eyes, and he heard the other party calmly say: "He only gives half, and you have to take the other half yourself from now on."

Luo Yafeng cried, really cried, the tears couldn't stop falling, he wiped his tears and said helplessly: "Brother Quan, you believe me, rejection, this is definitely rejection, this half-hearted is not used to me Physically, emotionally expressed."

Mr. Huang Quan handed over a light blue handkerchief: "I know."

Luo Yafeng took the handkerchief and wiped away his tears, with red rabbit eyes: "Brother Quan, you never open your mouth to ask for anything, this time you got half of my heart back for me, it's really embarrassing for you."

Mr. Huang Quan said with his hands behind his back: "It's just a sale. The business in the ghost market has always been clearly priced. I let the viewing mirror appear in the world, and I should collect rewards from that person."

"Anyway, thank you Brother Quan for taking back my half heart." Luo Yafeng said sincerely.

"The way to repay is to earnestly complete this new task." Mr. Huang Quan said with a half-smile.

"Fuck you, Brother Quan, don't laugh like that. It's fine for me to send the letter of war, but to officially declare war on the three great immortal sects, have you really thought it through?"

Mr. Huang Quan raised his hand and rubbed the corners of his eyebrows: "Since the night hunting in Lianwu Mountain until today, how many immortal gates have been destroyed?"

"One hundred in the north, eighty in the south, a total of 180 sects." Luo Yafeng recalled and counted with his fingers.

"With the addition of the three great immortal sects, Ji Wuxian, that's enough." The cold wind was fierce, and a sneer appeared on Huang Quanjun's pale face: "This torment of waiting is finally over."

"Master..." Luo Yafeng sighed, not knowing what to say.

Back then when the Tang clan declared war on the righteous way and bloodbathed the cultivating world, it was the Xiao clan who first expressed its position and resisted the Tang clan. Xiao Yan even said that one day with him, the Tang clan would never want to cross Heluo and go south.

The invincible Tang family army and demon followers were blocked north of Heluo for half a year by the Xianmen allied forces united by the Xiao family. However, no one thought that the final defeat of the coalition forces was due to civil strife, and the solid city wall bounded by Heluo collapsed.

In the Heluo Xiao family, 180 people were killed overnight. The common saying in Xiujie today is that the Tang family slaughtered. Few people know the real reason, and those who know the reason choose to keep silent.

Those traitors contributed their strength in the final battle against the Tang Corporation, and they could easily clear up the mistakes they made against the Xiao Corporation.

Those who have the right to speak can obliterate the real past for the sake of the so-called overall situation and the so-called public justice.

In the eyes of the righteous masters of the Immortal Gate at that time, compared to eliminating the Tang family who existed like an evil god, sacrificing a Xiao family was so nothing. They even thought that the Xiao family, who was in the limelight, would become the next Tang family. Reasons to justify one's actions.

It is already a gift to give the Xiao family a reputation as a pioneer who resisted the Tang family, and the immortal sects can continue their lives with peace of mind.

Luo Yafeng looked at the lord who unconsciously hugged the cloak because of the cold, and sighed again in his heart. This person in front of him never mentioned the past of the Xiao family. He was just sent to follow Mr. Huang Quan halfway, although it was from the heart I really like this lord, but I can't fully empathize with what happened to him. Until the last time in the prison, when I saw the head of the Liang family who was handed over to Jixinnu to be eaten to death by thousands of Gu insects, the little girl in yellow Only with the indifferent and sinister expression on his face and the fanatical flames of homosexual revenge burning in his eyes, he could vaguely feel some of it.

"Like a flower in a mirror, put away your pitiful eyes." Mr. Huang Quan's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, my lord, I seriously suspect that you were cheated by that man. I obviously have a heart of stone, but this half heart doesn't look like mine, it's too soft." Luo Yafeng put on a heartless smile , Said in a brisk tone that is not afraid of death.

"Hmph, I can do it myself." After Huang Quanjun finished speaking, he walked away.

"My lord, I'll rest for a day first, and I'll deliver the letter tomorrow!" Luo Yafeng shouted at the departing people with a small horn on his hands.

The other party naturally ignored it, and Luo Yafeng didn't care. He muttered "a boring high-ranking person", and lay back in the flowers again, sleeping on his head, not noticing that a black butterfly was flying towards the wooden house after the ghosts passed fly away.

Inside the wooden house, Dong Gongfu was sitting in front of the window, staring blankly at the pale crimson letter.

What was written in the letter was similar to what she had expected before, the murderers were all members of the Donggong clan, her relatives.

Donggong Shenying has already been put to death, and another suspect, Donggong Shenyue, is now the suzerain.

In her impression, Uncle Shenying respected her father very much, and she was also respectful to her niece. The sense of distance was not due to seniority, but superiority and inferiority, which once troubled her a little.

As for Eleventh Uncle Donggong Shenyue, they were not much different in age, they grew up together, they protected her everywhere like brothers and let her tolerate her, was all of this a lie?

In his father's heart, Donggong Shenying was stable and reliable, and Donggong Shenyue was his favorite younger brother, but these years, they actually tried to find a way to kill their own elder brother.

Even his own niece was not spared, because she was the only heir of the Donggong family, and if she could return alive, she would be eligible to run for the suzerain.

She has repeatedly evaded the truth, but the pursuit never stops. From Shushan to the ghost market, the people who want to take her life are her relatives, and the people who protect her life are people from the ghost market.

Why is this so, why is this so?

Tears rolled out again, these days she was always crying, crying when she fell asleep, and shed tears suddenly when she was awake.

After the heart-piercing pain at the moment of losing her father, all kinds of emotions were intertwined, like a blunt knife, repeatedly cutting her body and soul. It was not fatal, but it was a burst of dull pain.

It's better to die, because when you die, you won't be sad or painful and won't be filled with numerous negative emotions.

But she was not reconciled, and the Donggong family fell into the hands of Donggong Shenyue.

She used to think how kind this little uncle was, but now she finds it ironic.

The magic weapon of the Donggong family will recognize the owner, she is the only blood of her father, when she knelt down beside her father that day, the red thread golden bell had automatically wrapped around her wrist and turned into a bracelet.

But after the Snow Clothes Gu was undone, her cultivation was exhausted, not to mention manipulating the Red Thread Golden Bell, she couldn't even pull the Furong Bow.

What if she was not reconciled, she couldn't do anything.

She didn't want to cry anymore, she hated her current self who was useless except to cry, but the tears still flowed unstoppably, irritability, depression, and depression were intertwined, which made her have a splitting headache and fell down in front of the case.

A black butterfly perched on the back of the woman's neck, greedily sucking fresh blood. A black shadow spread from under her feet and climbed up the window sill, spreading like black sea water, gradually eroding the white sea of ​​daisies. Wherever it passes, it will be destroyed, and all the flowers and leaves will wither.

Dong Gongfu was shrouded in the black smog, but she still didn't notice anything wrong. The wind blew past the window, and the wind chimes jingled in a series, and several small colorful windmills standing on the window squeaked and spun.

A beautiful and strange singing sound came, like the sound of nature, melodious and melodious, quiet and peaceful, the crying woman at the desk stopped crying, and the colic heart and despair were gradually dispelled.

Dong Gongfu got up slowly, and followed the singing. Wherever she passed, the flowers and leaves revived, and the white daisies bloomed here, gently brushing the woman's skirt in the breeze.

She had never heard such a melody, and the singer sang in a language she could not understand, but the singing seemed to have a magic power to make people forget their sorrows and troubles, making all the noise return to tranquility, and all the pain disappeared.