The villain is too evil

Pocha exudes hostility all over his body, even if Xiao Nianzhi and Fu Yan are standing there doing nothing, he can see the black air around these two people, covering Yan Ling's body. will be torn to shreds.

He glared at Xiao Fu and Xiao Fu, and said to Yan Ling with a fierce tone in his mouth: "Yan Ling, come here!"

Yan Ling hesitated for a few moments, just as she took a step, she happened to turn her head to meet Fu Yan's unfriendly gaze, and stopped there abruptly in the next step.

In the past, Yan Ling obeyed Pocha's words and never hesitated for a second in speaking and doing things. If he hadn't been frightened by Fuyan's eyes now, he would not have forgotten that he was a subordinate of Pocha and forgot his orders.

Seeing him standing there motionless, the tone of the pouring tea became a bit stiff: "Why are you standing there, why don't you come here quickly."

As if waking up from a dream, Yan Ling withdrew her dull gaze, lowered her head and walked in the direction of pouring tea.

When passing by Xiao Nianzhi, he stopped Yan Ling's movement, smiled slightly, and asked: "May I ask what is your relationship with Yan Ling?"

Splashing tea and opening your mouth is like saying that it's none of your business, but fortunately, you are angry in your heart, and your reason is still there. If you really say that, you will have to spend a lot of time.He squinted at Xiao Nianzhi and said: "Didn't he tell you? Yan Ling is mine, I belong to Tu Tianjiao."

Xiao Nianzhi blurted out: "Is it your person, or is it a tool for you to vent your anger?"

"You!" Pocha's heartstrings were suddenly hit. It seemed that at this moment, all the past events of Tu Tianjiao were stripped away, revealing the dirty truth.

After calming down, Pocha gritted his teeth and explained: "Yan Ling is my person, not my vent tool, you can ask him yourself."

Yan Ling opened her innocent eyes and said, "Chacha treats me very well."

If you don't count the unexplained depression, the time spent between Pocha and Yan Ling can be regarded as a pair of magnolias, respecting each other like guests.

And Xiao Nianzhi seemed to have heard a joke, so he gave two dry laughs that couldn't be a smile, and said: "You treat him well? Treat him well and you left so many scars on him? You beat him and said that he was willing to follow by your side."

"It's none of your business!" Pocha was upset, he had a premonition that if he continued to talk nonsense with them, maybe Yan Ling would not come back, so he simply slapped him and took him back forcibly.

Fu Yan has seen through his tricks long ago, Tu Tianjiao's spiritual power that sucks people's internal energy is sinister, but as long as it pinches the source along the spiritual track, and releases the spiritual power to push it in the other way, the two forces collide and will inevitably cancel out.

"Yan Ling is the second son of Yan Gu. How could a decent family have anything to do with you, Tu Tianjiao? You insisted that he belonged to you, so you should have taken him from Yan Gu forcibly."

Pocha quibbled: "So what, it doesn't matter where the person is, let Yan Ling come back quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

Fu Yan took out her long sword and said to the splashing tea: "I have been studying in the Yan family for three years, and I have also given me the method of the Yan family's interrogation. You have no place to die."

Pocha lowered his eyes and couldn't see his expression clearly, but he clenched his fists, his veins protruded, and his heart was frantically rolling with anger, which he could see clearly.

"Fuck your mother, Yan Ling belongs to me alone..." He said every word with great emphasis, as if he was desperate for the last time; he tightened his spiritual power with both hands, and the light that lit up all over his body leaked out hundred miles.

Fu Yan concentrated the spirit with one palm, but instead of pouring tea at it, he changed hands and lifted Yan Ling from the air, trapping him in the spirit shield, with a faint red thread strangling his neck.

"If you don't want to say it, I'll untie the Sanskrit on his neck. Then the soul will be gone. How can you hide the ugly purpose behind it?"

In an instant, the splash of tea softened his hostility, and he restrained himself, almost pounced on him, and hurriedly said: "Stop!"

At this time, Xiao Nianzhi crossed his hands to change the phantom movements, creating a spiritual wall between Yan Ling and Pocha.

He tentatively said, "You killed Yan Ling?!"

Splashing tea: "No."

"But now it's just a soul."

The spiritual power in Fu Yan's hand increased by [-]%, Yan Ling's expression suddenly distorted in pain.

Pocha hurriedly said, "Let him go."

Xiao Nianzhi piled up a spiritual wall, searched for gaps to apply spiritual power to control Yan Ling, and said in his mouth: "You don't let him go, let us let him go!"

At the very moment, a female voice full of hatred came from the air, and then a sword with spiritual power appeared, hitting the splashing tea directly.

He splashed tea back and dodged, stood still, and looked up again.

The sword that Jiantao had struck returned to her hand, and a murderous aura enveloped the surroundings, while Yan Jun was slowly walking over behind her.

Pocha saw the people coming, and said angrily, "You really called them here."

Fu Yan said coldly: "I told them the first time you showed up with Yan Ling, it's just a coincidence now."

Jiantao hated herself for being accidentally caught in Tutianjiao's schemes and tricks, and their people burned Lan Zhengqiao, and even kidnapped Yan Ling. Yan Shichu got seriously ill because of this, and ordered people to go to Tutianjiao's dignitaries many times , but every time he lost to Tu Tian's treacherous sorcery, trapping his son in a den of thieves for more than twenty years.

I haven't heard any news from Yan Ling for so many years, and suddenly I get news one day that Yan Gu's people are at the end of the road. Whether it's true or not, they will come to find out.

Jiantao looked at Yan Ling being hung in the spirit shield, and shouted anxiously: "Heavy branch!"

The latter is in pain, deaf in both ears, and only knows that he is going to die, so it doesn't matter if someone calls him.

Seeing that Yan Ling didn't answer her, Jiantao turned her eyes to Fuyan and said, "What are you doing, quickly put down the heavy branches."

Xiao Nianzhi withdrew Shi Ling's hand, wiped his forehead, and said: "Girl, don't worry, this person may not be Yan Gu's second son."

Jiantao was startled, and said, "What do you mean?"

"Did you see the Sanskrit circle around his neck? This is the technique used by the Great Buddha of the West Paradise to strengthen the soul of the dead. That is to say, what is in front of you now is only a soul, not a person."

"As for the real living Yan Ling, we have to ask him."

Xiao Nianzhi turned his gaze to the splashing tea. The latter's eyes were dim, but his body was in a tense state. His eyes were only on Yan Ling in the spirit hood. He would never question or talk about others. listen.

People who are not dead, their souls are fused together, and their corpses live, and if there is no one, their souls will be separated.

Xiao Nianzhi was obviously telling them that Yan Ling was dead.

Jiantao suddenly became murderous, swiped the long sword in Lingkong's hand to stand by, and asked Pocha: "Did you kill Chongzhi?"

Pocha suddenly smiled coldly, and raised his eyes with the viciousness of crossing the water. "That's right, I killed his people and trapped his soul. He can't escape me from life to life, even if he dies, he can't be peaceful!"

Jiantao was out of breath, and just pushed the long sword out.

But when the tea was poured, spiritual energy suddenly arose, and all of them hit Yan Ling's obstructive spirit shield.

Although this self-destructive attack broke the spirit shield, it also did the same damage to the face and soul.

Almost at the same time as the tea was poured, the other hand grabbed Yan Ling, and he yelled at him fiercely: "It doesn't matter if you die, you can only stay by my side forever."

He poured tea and clasped Yan Ling's wrist, and chanted the formula with one hand, and soon, they disappeared in place like the wind.

Where they had been, a strong wind blew a leaf and swayed it.

-

Pocha dragged Yan Lingfei for a long time, but before returning to Tu Tianjiao, he found that Yan Ling's hand was gone.

Then came Yan Ling's face, which became astigmatism for a moment.Pocha stopped abruptly, squatted at the foot of a desolate mountain, and checked Yan Ling's condition.

Yan Ling's left hand fully weighed the name certificate, and the other hand spread to the palm.

Pocha opened his collar, and found that the Sanskrit of Guhun had already been scattered by his own blow.

Splashing tea hurriedly caressed Yan Ling's seemingly invisible face, and shouted, "Yan Ling? Yan Ling?!"

Yan Ling's eyes lost their light, and his lips began to turn white, unable to open; he looked very tired, his eyelids kept drooping and forced to open.

He didn't seem to understand what was going on, he just wanted to find a doctor to pour tea to cure his illness, but he didn't expect his own life to be taken in his head, and he was told that he was not Yan Ling, but just a vulnerable soul.

"Chacha, who am I? Am I not Yan Ling?"

He was in a hurry to pour tea, and he didn't want to leave Yan Ling's face for a moment, saying: "You are, you are him, can you still hold on? I can save you when I go back."

Tu Tianjiao has thousands of sorcery and secret methods, and there must be one that can keep his soul.

But Yan Ling didn't seem to understand, and asked again: "Really? But I don't think it's him you said."

Splashing tea fell silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

"Am I a soul? Or do I look exactly like Yan Ling, have you got the wrong person?"

Yan Ling's weak voice was about to dissipate in the next second, she poured tea and shook her head and said, "No, I didn't admit my mistake, you are."

Yan Ling suddenly grinned, Fangfo was very happy. "I'm hopeless, right? You don't really want to save me. When they talked about Yan Ling, you didn't look at me... Everyone thought you were angry, but the way you looked at me seemed like hatred."

Sprinkling tea and pursing his lips, he still didn't speak.

Yan Ling was a little sad. He guessed that he must have done something he shouldn't have done, which made Pocha unhappy.

"Did I hurt Yan Ling and do something I shouldn't? Chacha, tell me, I, I can apologize."

Yan Ling's feet also disappeared, and his astigmatism degraded to his small elbows, but he was still indifferent when he poured tea.

Yan Ling sighed, smiled and said to him: "Save me, please..."

He knew that if he poured tea and wanted to save him, he could save him at any time, because he had already memorized the Sanskrit script of Xitian Guhun by heart.

After a long silence, the splashing tea finally made a sound, his eyes were full of sorrow, it was rare to see Tu Tianjiao's top leader have such a soft side, he put down the hand that was caressing Yan Ling's face, and his knees were soft on the side.

"You are his shadow, you are not him, and you are not like him at all..."

"He is so ruthless, he won't let me feel at ease even after he dies, and let me face you who don't understand anything every day of my life to atone for my sins."

Pocha looked up at the dark sky, it was completely dark in the east, maybe there was a flash of lightning.

You see, the screams come so close to people's wishes.

"Yan Ling, you wanted me to bear the power of fighting and snatching, and watch a wandering soul every day. What do you want to see? Hehe, what do you want to see?!"

You are torturing me.

You are using my love for you to torture me every day of my life!

Pocha suddenly shed a tear of pain, Yan Ling gasped for breath, and wanted to reach out to comfort him, but found that it was difficult for him to straighten up now.

He said: "When you look at me, don't think of anything, isn't it good? Let me like you, isn't it good to love you? Why should I bear the guilt?"

If possible, he really wants to kiss and splash tea, because only he knows that no one can enjoy the tenderness of his tea in the past.

The soul is the soul, and in the eyes of others, it is stupid, at least he can dedicate this innocence to Pocha, right?

But will you ask for splashed tea?

"Why are you torturing me? Why..."

The sound of splashing tea became tinged with crying, and the dark clouds in the east finally moved over. With a loud noise, raindrops fell with a crackling sound, hitting the body of Pocha, but they couldn't hit Yan Ling who was about to disappear.

Sprinkling tea, immersed in the memories of the past, Yan Ling pursed her lips helplessly and looked at him helplessly.

He knew that Yan Ling, whom he loved, was the only one in his heart for pouring tea.

In a trance, with chest tightness and only one breath, Yan Ling struggled, and he hurriedly said to Pocha: "Chacha, I may never be your Yan Ling, I can't learn his smile, and I can see his every move." No, but he is the one who makes you suffer. I smile at you every day. I don’t let you suffer. I pour tea for you, grind ink for you, and carve bows for you. I am also very good. Why are you on me? Just seeing the pain? I also... love you."

Pocha sobbed softly, but the rain was too heavy, and his face was covered with rain and tears.

Yan Ling couldn't hold it anymore, all he had left was a face, it was impossible for him to ask this person to love him, and it was also unlikely for him to expect to stay together forever.

He suddenly understood that it was a mistake to come to find Xiao Nianzhi and Fu Yan today, because he lost control of his hand and beat his splashed tea. Every time he sees himself, he throws tea and wants to hit him, but because of his love for Yan Ling, he can only control it occasionally.

Po Cha always said that he was naive, didn't understand anything, he only knew how to smile foolishly, and said some nasty words that children of a few years old said, but if it wasn't for him, how could he be like this.

Looking forward and backward, it's just that the love is not in oneself, everything is like purgatory.

Yan Ling regretted that she didn't realize it until the end, she didn't look like a child in the end, she couldn't laugh at all in the end.

The splashing tea in front of him was so sad, but he still couldn't do anything.

The chest is getting more and more stuffy, and it is getting shorter and shorter.Yan Ling opened her mouth hastily, but her voice was light and soft: "Raise your head, raise your head."

Covering his face with splashed tea, he took a few hard breaths, then raised his head.

Yan Ling opened his mouth, but made no sound.

And Pocha watched him dissipate helplessly, watched him have something to say but couldn't stay in the world.

At this time, Pocha also regretted it, why couldn't he dig out the rotten half of his heart, and use the other half of his bright red heart to love this brilliant Yan Ling.

He is so selfish.

Until the last moment, even if Yan Ling lost his soul, he could see his worry from the shape of his mouth.

Don't cry, my heart hurts...

The splashing tea statue, which has been guarding the sculpture for a hundred years, only came to life at this moment, desperately grabbing the air where Yan Ling disappeared, and shouting heart-piercingly.

But no matter how much he shouted, there was only his own voice.

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, the memories of Yan Ling and Pocha

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