The third uncle always wants to elope

Huai Shuangshu pulled the sword out of Fang Shaoqian's chest. There was no blood on the blade, but Fang Shaoqian's face quickly turned pale, looking haggard, and a trace of disbelief flashed across his skinny face. React to your situation.

The true energy in his body was passing away at a rapid rate, he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell from the sky.

Huai Shuangshu walked to the side of the blind demon, and asked with a complicated expression: "Is it you who sent me the letter?"

Su Mo was dying, but he still knelt down and bowed to Huai Shuangshu.

"The escort came late, I hope the Young Palace Mistress will forgive me!"

Huai Shuangshu saw him crawling on the ground humblely, his thin body looked very weak, no one could have imagined that this ugly and unsightly person had deceived everyone, and even helped Huai Shuangshu in the end a handful of...

Half kneeling on the ground, Huai Shuangshu helped him up, "I am no longer from the devil world, you don't have to salute me."

"This time...thank you."

Su Mo paused, still knelt on the ground, and solemnly said: "Palace Master has the kindness of a gushing spring to me, and the feeling of dripping water is not worthy of the young Palace Master's words of thanks."

As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of thick blood. His body seemed to have been drained of all energy, and it began to dry up quickly. That face seemed to have turned into a crumpled white paper, slowly falling on the ground. He fell to the ground and never opened his eyes again.

Huai Shuangshu was speechless for a moment, took off the outer white robe, and covered Sumo.

Fang Shaoqian behind him was already holding his sword, and stood up unsteadily.

"You want to kill me..." Fang Shaoqian stared at them grimly, "You think you can kill me like this..."

"Hahahaha! Don't think about it!" Fang Shaoqian's face was like a skeleton wrapped in human skin, and his facial features seemed to be inlaid on it, which looked a little awkward and weird.

The black vortex reappeared in the sky, and the immortal disciples below stared at the sky with vigilance and fear.

"No one can kill me... none of you can kill me..." Fang Shaoqian grimaced, his facial features were normal, but he gave the impression of a monster with a green face and fangs!

Huai Shuangshu just looked at him quietly like this, without saying a word, what Fang Shaoqian was afraid of seemed to be hidden in those dark eyes.

Fang Shaoqian suddenly didn't dare to spy anymore, his heart skipped a beat, he turned his eyes away, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.

"Look over there!"

Wu Tomaoyu suddenly exclaimed, and everyone looked up one after another, and saw the red glow in the sky that seemed to be at dusk.

Those red clouds that seemed to be burnt by fire rolled in the sky, and the gloomy sky was brightened a bit, with the desolation of the decadence and splendor to the extreme.

Fang Shaoqian's empty eyes were a little dazed, and two blazing flames were reflected in them. He turned his head in shock, unable to open his mouth with rare fear in his heart, and tremblingly looked at the pair of books in his arms.

The disciples of cultivating immortals and the demon soldiers were still fighting in full swing, Huai Shuangshu stood alone in the shadow of swords, lights and swords, his white shirt was so clean that it was dazzling, the blood underneath formed a long river, he came as if bathed in blood, with There was blood that couldn't go away, but his face looked like a frail scholar with a pen and ink.

Fang Shaoqian couldn't hold the hilt of the sword with trembling fingertips, "What did you..."

"It's nothing." Huai Shuangshu's tone was light, and the smile on his face looked cruel.

"you!"

Fang Shaoqian wished he could jump up and swallow Huai Shuangshu alive, but his chest hurt so badly that he couldn't move any further.

Obviously this injury is not fatal, but he seems to be declining rapidly, and there is no hope of life anymore...

"He...but your younger brother!" Fang Shaoqian sat paralyzed on the ground, with fear and hatred brewing in his eyes.

"You can't do this to him!"

Huai Shuangshu looked at him coldly, "Since he is my younger brother, it doesn't matter how I deal with it..."

"You dare!" Fang Shaoqian looked at him with tearing eyes, and suddenly remembered something, and he suddenly laughed again, "You lie to me! With your temperament, I'm afraid you've already hidden him somewhere. Hand him over, and I can make these demon soldiers withdraw to the demon world!"

Huai Shuang's expression was as usual, and his smile deepened a bit, revealing a strong sense of sarcasm, mocking Fang Shaoqian's self-deception.

"...Go back now, maybe you can see him for the last time."

These words shattered all Fang Shaoqian's fantasies, and he was no longer able to refute Huai Shuangshu's words.

Looking at the red glow in the sky that seemed to be burning to the extreme, Fang Shaoqian seemed to wake up, and began to fly desperately in that direction.

Huai Shuangshu didn't stop him, watching Fang Shaoqian slowly disappear in front of his eyes, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were as cold as snowflakes when the frost fell.

The half life of Naiheqiao Duanren, Chaomu's life is not satisfactory, what is there in the world that makes him prefer to pay such a heavy price, rather than drink the reincarnated Mengpo soup...

... Huai Shuangshu finally understands now.

It's a pity that until the end, Huai Shuangshu just watched Fang Shaoqian go mad and become a demon calmly, and he couldn't confide a word about the underworld.

Fang Shaoqian flew to the Demon Realm recklessly, and outside Fengyang City, he saw the Demon Palace that had been burned into a ball of flames.

The splendor and splendor of the magic palace is like an isolated city born in a raging fire. The blazing flames wiped out all the memories in the city.

The stinging pain of the flames didn't seem to reach Fang Shaoqian's mind, and he walked step by step into the abyss of sin without noticing it.

The thousand-year-old black ice melted on the ground, the ground was scorching hot, and a layer of blisters formed on the soles of his feet. Fang Shaoqian looked at the hole hidden behind the raging fire, his heart seemed to be turned into ashes, and his eyes were a little tired.

After an unknown amount of time, Fang Shaoqian finally had some strength in his heart and began to walk inside.

The ice coffin that usually stood in the middle had already melted on the ground. Huai Anxi closed his eyes and lay quietly on the pile of plum branches. The surrounding fire made him a little angry.

The flesh on Fang Shaoqian's leg had been burned clean, leaving only the bones hanging on his leg alone, without support, he could only crawl to Huai Anxi's side step by step.

The exposed skin was burned to the point of revealing the flesh and blood inside, and as he dragged, he left a bright red track on the ground.

His fingers carefully outlined Huai Anxi's facial features, and there were some other emotions in his usually gloomy eyes.

"How to do?"

Fang Shaoqian murmured in a low voice, looking at Huai Anxi's gentle side face, his eyes were full of gentleness.

"Brother... I can't get the Long Soul Lamp back..."

He fell asleep beside Huai Anxi, hugged him gently, and whispered into his ear, as if Huai Anxi was actually still alive.

"This time... this time I really won't see you again..."

"My brother is dead, you will disappear... because only I will always remember you in this world..."

There was a burning pain in his back, Fang Shaoqian frowned, and hugged Huai Anxi a little tighter.

"I guess you'd be happy..."

"You are such a soft-hearted person, how can you be so cruel to me alone..."

Fang Shaoqian's voice gradually lowered, he hugged Huai Anxi tightly in his arms, leaned over and said, "Brother, can you grant me a wish before you die?"

"If you don't speak... I'll take it as if you agreed..."

Fang Shaoqian slowly approached Huai Anxi, "I want to get a little closer to you..."

"Don't be afraid...just a little..."

The cold breath sprayed on Huai'anxi's face, Fang Shaoqian suddenly felt a little nervous, he could clearly see the fine hairs on Huai'anxi's face, and the faint scent of plum blossoms on the tip of his nose, his heart jumped out as if he was about to suffocate .

As if feeling the coolness on Huai'anxi's face between his lips, Fang Shaoqian's eyes flashed a bright color, and when he remembered something, it quickly dimmed again. He turned his face away, lowered his head and pressed a kiss on Huai'anxi's lapel.

"Forget it...I'm so dirty, don't defile brother..."

The sight in front of me seemed to be covered in darkness soon, and I thought that I might be unwilling or sad on this day, but now there are only a lot of emotions and complexities left in my heart.

"Brother, I'm afraid you won't believe it. This person, who is heinous and heinous in your eyes, once thought of letting go of everything back then..."

At that time, when he learned that Huai Anxi was going back to the Demon Realm, he was worried all night, knowing that it was impossible, he still packed up everything, unfortunately...

His brother is still too stupid...don't know what that sentence really means...

If you were willing to take me away back then, would everything be different...

Fang Shaoqian was sarcastic in his heart, laughing at his idiotic dream.

"I've always understood... no matter how many ifs, you'll never take me away..."

Fang Shaoqian sighed, his eyes closed slowly, the fire light flooded his eyes, swallowing all his senses.

"Brother...the next life will be safe...and don't meet me again..."

"...However, this time it is really impossible to meet."

The last sound disappeared in the raging fire. The fire in the Demon Realm had been burning for three days and three nights without any signs of stopping. It was about to spread to the secular world, and it rained heavily in the Immortal Realm. It took a whole month to end the disaster.

...

Seeing that Fang Shaoqian left, the demon soldiers lost their morale, and the master of cultivating immortals and his disciples also tried their best to resist to the death, and things began to turn around.

In addition, the Pluto couldn't hold back in the end, and sent all the ghost messengers from the underworld. The battle lasted for a day and a night, and only [-] of the [-] demon soldiers remained. For more than a hundred years, they have been disappearing without any trace.

Those sect masters only left a few people to clean up the mess, and the other disciples followed back to the sect.

Huai Shuangshu was captured by Hades and brought back to the underworld. Before leaving, he suddenly said something to Wuren.

"Feng Yingying was placed in Pingyang City by me, but...she has lost her memory."

Wu Renlin was stunned when he heard this, he didn't understand what he meant, just about to ask a question, Huai Shuangshu had already disappeared from his eyes.

Due to the heavy losses of the Xianchong Sect, it will take some time to rebuild, so the disciples of the Xianchong Sect can only go down the mountain first.

Wu Tomyu followed the mighty team forward, but from the corner of his eye, he saw that there was no sign of the long letter beside him, he felt a little flustered, and stopped in his footsteps.

Looking back, he saw Chang Xin standing in front of the mountain gate, staring at their backs in a daze.

"Brother Chang'an? What's wrong with you?" Wang Zitu's eyes were full of doubts.

Wu Tomato came back to his senses and glanced at him, "Go first, I'll leave later."

Hearing this, Wang Zitu turned his head and glanced at the long letter in front of the mountain gate. He felt a little clear in his heart, so he didn't say anything more, and followed the pace of those people in front.

"Brother...Aren't you leaving?" Wu Tomato's voice was a little low, his fingers curled tightly together.

Changxin stared at him quietly, as if he wanted to remember Wu Tomato's face in his mind, and after a while, he slowly responded.

"Ah."

Wu Tomaoyu smiled palely, "Brother, it's cold on this mountain at night, come down the mountain with me."

Chang Xin didn't speak, in fact he wanted to leave desperately in his heart, but he couldn't go now, his clothes covered his rotten legs, if he moved one more step, everything would be exposed.

Wu Tomato, who already understood everything in his heart, still pretended not to understand, and forced a smile: "Brother...why don't you speak?"

Chang Xin slowly raised his head and said slowly, "Let's go."

"Brother...I..."

Wu Tomato wanted to say something, but Chang Xin interrupted him.

"Let's go...I want to watch you go..."

Wu Tomato was a little silent, and after a while, he whispered: "...The next time we meet again, I will tell you what the answer to that lantern riddle is..."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Changxin to reply, he quickly turned around and began to walk down the mountain step by step.

Changxin behind the back heaved a sigh of relief. This life is a bit long, but it seems to be very short. Fortunately, I fell in love with someone, but also fell in love with someone. I have struggled, escaped, and suffered, but in the end I still can’t get over it. This person said a hearty senior brother.

I used the price of ascension to heaven to make a bet back then, but I still lost in the end, so now I will use all my afterlife to gamble again.

...Chang'an, I'm waiting for you once.

Hearing that something fell to the ground behind him, Wu Tomato still didn't look back, and walked forward persistently.

There was some coolness on his face, Wu Tomato touched it and found that it was covered with water, he raised his head to look, and murmured.

"Is it raining?"

The belated heavy rain finally fell, the vast sky covered all the sunlight, and the pattering rain washed everything clean.

A pair of white cloth shoes appeared next to the dry bones in the grass, and Wu Tomato squatted down holding a paper umbrella.

"Brother... the night is cool... come down the mountain with me."

...

After a day and a night of heavy rain, it finally stopped, and everything seemed to be clear, and the streets and alleys resounded with the cries of vendors and the sounds of children playing. They were smiling, chatting and laughing happily together, but they didn't know that this place almost became a purgatory on earth.

After hesitating for two days, Wu Renlin finally pushed open the door of Yuyin Academy.

Feng Yingying was playing the pipa on the swing in the courtyard, the sound of the zither sounded melodious and surging, when she saw Wu Renlin coming in, she tilted her head slightly, and smiled at him, with rare softness in her eyes, None of the usual hostility.

"...Who are you?"

...

"This tea is not bad." Feng Yingying took a sip and put the tea bowl on the table, her words were somewhat sarcastic.

"...It's the first time I drink water from the Wangchuan River."

Huai Shuangshu's eyes flickered when he heard her words, he pursed his lips and walked out the door without saying anything.

"Have the flowers bloomed?"

Seeing that Huai Shuangshu was about to cross the threshold, Feng Yingying spoke meaningfully behind him.

Huai Shuangshu paused, looking at the bare plum trees in the yard.

"...opened early."

After finishing speaking, he walked towards the outside of the academy, and soon disappeared.

Hearing this, Feng Yingying smiled palely, spat out the tea in her mouth, just raised her eyes, and saw a light red camellia on the table.