Xiao Xue Xiao Gathering Soul

"Xue Yang... Are you sure you want to do this?" Xiao Xingchen asked, looking directly into his eyes.

Xue Yang seemed to have heard some absurd words, turned his head slightly, and said with a smile, "So? What is so, so what?"

"Revenge..." Xiao Xingchen sighed helplessly.

Xue Yang pursed his lips and smiled deeper, but there was no smile in his eyes. He asked back: "Master Daoist, if you found out that I was Xue Yang on the way, would you still save me? Are you asking if I will take revenge?" ...This answer is the same as the answer to the question you gave me."

Xiao Xingchen swallowed, and suddenly felt the bitter taste in his mouth: "Yes."

It is unknown if the past self would have saved him, but what is certain is that the present self will not confront him with swords.

Xue Yang twitched his lips sarcastically, and said, "Xiao Xingchen, you'll be lying anytime soon. We are one good and one evil, one black and one white, and we are not at odds with each other at all."

Xiao Xingchen's eyes were filled with sadness: "A Yang, you know that yin and yang are born together, and good and evil are one. Right does not exist for the elimination of evil, but for the interdependence and even protection of each other."

"Hahahahaha," Xue Yang was almost amused by his rhetoric and burst into tears, "Oh, Daoist, you are not afraid of Baoshan Sanqi's death when you say that... Existing just to protect evil? Hahahahaha. "

Xiao Xingchen raised his hand and gently pressed the spot on his heart. It took him a long time to gradually understand, "The power of the evil faction doesn't know how to use it...needs guidance and persuasion, it is very powerful, but fragile Accumulation... It is easy to fall into the situation of harming others and yourself, but if you grasp it well, it is not impossible to go on the right path."

Xue Yang raised his head, against the light, his long hair covered the expression on his face, and he didn't know if he listened.

Xiao Xingchen was about to open his mouth to say something more, when he saw Jiang Mi flying towards him, he was formed in the shape of a soul, not a solid body, vulnerable to a single blow... He used Shuanghua to pick him up.

A look of astonishment flashed across Xue Yang's pupils, his strength shouldn't be so weak...

He asked, "Who the hell are you? Where are the blind Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing?"

Xiao Xingchen put down Shuanghua, and said, "They...are already dead."