pillow mountain river

"The little prince cleaned up the monsters and eliminated harm for the people. Since you have such a chivalrous heart, can you do me a favor?"

The feminine voice became clearer and clearer, as if someone was sticking to his ear and saying these words.

A bright moon suddenly appeared in the gray sky, and the moonlight illuminated all directions.

This round of bright moon came strangely, Chi Jin knew in his heart that he might have entered someone else's enchantment, he stood in front of Er Dong, pressing his hand on the storage bag.

"Little prince," the man chuckled, and his figure emerged from the moonless night.

This man had loose hair and was dressed in a gaudy red dress. His appearance was as indistinguishable as his voice.

"Where did the demon come from? Neither male nor female, neither male nor female," Chi Jin said with a sneer.

The smile on the face of the person who appeared by accident froze, and he stopped choking his throat and pretending to speak, "The little prince has a straightforward temperament, let me tell you directly, I came here this time to borrow something from the little prince."

"What do you mean by borrowing something and setting up a barrier to make such a big formation?"

"Don't be nervous, little prince, we really came here sincerely." Behind the man in red, another person slowly walked out. He was wrapped in a black robe, with a mask on his face, and he was dressed strangely.

Chi Jin said, "If you are sincere, you should first open the barrier and let this person go."

Er Dong looked at Chi Jin, not knowing why.

"You're blocking my eyes here. When I killed that stone spirit just now, I can't stand you anymore," Chi Jin snorted, and then turned to the two, "Let him go quickly."

"Yes", the man in red didn't finish his sentence.The person in the black robe beside him yelled loudly.

"Ming Cong!"

Hearing the reprimand, the man in red trembled all over, his face pale.After a long time, he licked his lips and said: "Little prince, as long as you hand over that thing, I will not hurt your friend."

"What exactly do you want?" Chi Jin half-closed her eyes.

The man in black was no longer covering up, and smiled contemptuously, "Your heart!"

"Dream!" Chi Jin flipped his hand and took out the feather fan, and launched an offensive towards the two without any explanation.The terrifying power that is enough to split the earth apart, can hardly fan the dust in this enchantment.

"Dragon and phoenix are both spirits of heaven and earth. Even without a heart, they can live for a long time. The little prince was born in the Phoenix family and has a body of pure yang. What's the harm in giving us the heart?"

"To put it lightly, you give me your heart first!" Chi Jin turned the feather fan in his hand, and the invisible wind blade stabbed at the two of them rapidly.

"However, the one in red over there is yours, forget it. If you take your heart and turn into a monster like you, I might as well ram him to death."

The man in red named Ming Cong had a gloomy face. He avoided the wind blade and held a long whip.The whip was as flexible as a snake in his hand.

"Snake" opened its huge mouth and bit Chi Jin's wrist.

Chi Jin let out a cry of pain, her wrist drooped limply, the feather fan fell from her hand, was rolled by a long whip, and sent to the man in red.

"You don't have to drink a toast!" the man in red said through gritted teeth.

Chi Jin was shocked, and when the second whip came at him aggressively, he stood there, at a loss.

Er Dong, who was behind him, threw Chi Jin down with an unprecedented speed, the whip let go, but turned around and hit Er Dong on the back.

Before the whip touched the clothes, the strong power had already torn a hole in Er Dong's shirt.When the long whip hit Er Dong's body, his back became bloody and bloody, and the blood exploded.

Warm blood dripped on Chi Jin's face, he opened his eyes wide, watching the young man's pale and thin face, as white as a fragile piece of paper.

"You," the rest of the words were stuck in his throat.

Er Dong grabbed Chi Jin's clothes, his pupils shrank suddenly, he opened his mouth slightly, and the blood sprayed from his mouth splashed on Chi Jin's face.

"Who wants your protection! You are a weak human being, you are in such trouble!" Chi Jin said nervously, with tears in her eyes.

The man in red approached, kicked Er Dong who was lying on Chi Jin's body with his toes, and was kicked away by him.

Er Dong collapsed in the snow, with a pool of blood under his body.He was in excruciating pain all over his body, but he could only absorb the remaining heat like a dying bird being sucked by the icy snow.

His vision became hazy, and the bright moon seemed to turn into a figure.

His body is as tall and straight as a bamboo, his brows are cold and cold, like the white coating of moonlight, his breath makes people feel peaceful, and makes people forget negative emotions such as fear and pain.

Er Dong gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand, but the figure was like a moon in the water, and when he reached out to touch it with all his strength, it shattered to the ground.

"Kill that kid," said the man in black.

The man in red said, "Get down to business first."

"The benevolence of a woman," the man in black sneered, standing at a distance without making a move.

Chi Jin narrowed his eyes, wanting to return to his original form, but just as he had this thought, blood suddenly rushed to his head.Chi Jin vomited blood, pressed her chest and gasped violently.

"Little prince, give up, this enchantment is tailor-made for you," Ming Cong stepped on Chi Jin's body, leaving dirty footprints on the robe.

"Don't even think about the crow guards, they are very noisy, and it is rare to fall asleep now."

Chi Jin wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Heart, I can give it to you, but you can't kill that person, or I will blow myself up and drag you both to hell."

"The little prince protects your friend so much, why don't you want him to go to hell to accompany you?" Ming Cong laughed, his bright eyebrows and eyes are like a coquettish flower.

Chi Jin's face was very ugly.

Ming Cong increased the strength on his feet, "Besides, as a prisoner, do you have the right to choose?"

Chi Jin vomited blood again, his vision gradually became blurred, he no longer felt fearful and nervous, and his heart was filled with guilt.

... He shouldn't have brought Er Dong out, and shouldn't have stayed here willfully.

Ming Cong swung his long whip, and the whip fell on Chi Jin's body, and a bloodstain appeared impressively.The smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, and he didn't plan to take Chi Jin's heart directly.

Chi Jin's sarcastic words hit his sore point, if it wasn't for the man in black staring at him, he would have made Chi Jin cry and apologize to him first.

"Ming Cong," the man in black impatiently called out the name of the man in red, "Hurry up, don't keep your master waiting."

When Ming Cong heard the word "Master", he didn't smile at all, his eyes were extremely deep, staring at Chi Jin's chest.

"Who!" the man in black yelled.

Ming Cong's breath was stagnant, and he loosened the dagger tightly in his hand. He raised his body and looked at the man in black.

The back of the man in black felt cold, and he was suffocated by a powerful force.He turned around slowly, only to see a pair of beautiful eyes with crimson pupils staring blankly at him.

"Who are you?" The man in black squeezed out these three words from between his teeth as if he was holding a mighty force.

His pupils shrank suddenly, his neck was clamped, and a fragmented voice leaked from his throat.

The man in black kicked his feet feebly, as if he wanted to cut his neck off.Without hesitation, the man in black robe scattered into a plume of black smoke and ran away.

That person didn't want to care about the man in black, he looked at Ming Cong silently.

Ming Cong stared closely at the stranger who suddenly appeared. He was wearing a very ordinary gray robe, and his appearance was quite beautiful, but there was a hostility between his brows.

"I don't intend to disturb fellow Taoist, I will leave quickly," Ming Cong smiled innocently and kindly.

The man remained expressionless, his eyes shifted from Ming Cong's face to the long whip in his hand.

Ming Cong panicked, and was about to put away his whip when he suddenly heard the man say, "You also use a whip?"

A powerful suction snatched the whip from Ming Cong's hand.This speed was so fast that before Ming Cong could react, the weapon had already fallen into that person's hands.

His slender fingers held a dark whip handle, and the back of his hand was extremely white.These hands did not look intimidating at first glance. Although the joints were distinct, the fingers were slender, fair-skinned, and free of calluses. They were no more than the hands of a rich man.

However, Ming Cong was nervous with cold sweat on his forehead, he was good at using long whips, how could he not understand that the man was also a master at using whips.

The white-haired man wielded a long whip, and the soft whip gently hit the ground without causing any force.

However, the bright moon in the sky disappeared in an instant, and the sky and the earth returned to a gray state... Was this carefully set barrier broken easily?

Ming Cong gritted his teeth, but the strong deterrence of the man made him shrug his shoulders, "I'm bothering you, let's take a step first, and I hope Xianjun will forgive me."

Ming Cong picked up Chi Jin who was half unconscious.

Before he could move his feet, he heard the person behind him say softly, "Leave something before leaving."

Ming Cong looked at Chi Jin, the phoenix heart was something the master had planned for a long time, he knew the consequences of the failure of the mission, but if he didn't follow the white-haired man's wishes, he might die here today.

Chi Jin was thrown to the ground.

"Wait, there's more."

"I don't know what the fairy is talking about?" Ming Cong couldn't maintain the smile on his face, he didn't know what this strange person who suddenly appeared wanted.

Before he finished speaking, the long whip slapped him twice, and the red clothes were soaked in blood, so red that it was almost black.

The man threw the whip casually and said, "You go."

Ming Cong vomited a mouthful of blood, braced himself, and fled in a hurry.

Chi Jin, who fell to the ground, imprinted that gray shadow in his eyes the moment he closed his eyes.His vision went dark, and he fell into a complete coma.

After an unknown amount of time, Er Dong was awakened by the overwhelming coldness.

Er Dong propped himself up, he pressed his head, and there seemed to be something expanding inside, which was about to penetrate his flesh and blood and burst out.

Enduring the severe pain, he looked around.

The night was dark, not to mention the bright moonlight, even the bleak starlight was covered by dark clouds, only a little dim light reflected on the snow.

It was deadly quiet, with no human voices or insects chirping.He lay in the desolate snow as if he had been abandoned.

Just when he was in a coma, Er Dong saw the man standing in the sea of ​​corpses and blood again.There were no living things around the man, but there was no triumphant look on his face. On the contrary, he showed sadness and despair in his eyes.

Er Dong seemed to be infected by his emotions, a sour pain emerged from his heart, this pain surpassed the pain of the body.

why so sad

who are you?

Who am I?

Messy thoughts bounced repeatedly in the already drowsy mind.Er Dong supported his head, he even wanted to smash his skull to relieve the long, dizzy pain.

He bent over like a shrimp, and when he lowered his head, Er Dong saw a messy lock of hair, which was his own hair, as white as snow.

Er Dong untied his hair in a panic, the white hair draped over his body, slipping from his fingers like running water.

Those fragmentary pictures, the smelly blood, the broken corpses, the resentful eyes, the indifferent and distant figures, flooded in front of my eyes uncontrollably.

In the end, there was a familiar cyan back that was fixed in his eyes, and the back was getting farther and farther away from him, blending with the indifferent moonlight.

Er Dong pinched his arm full of scrapes and wounds, and the short-lived pain dispelled the hallucination.

He staggered to the side of the creek, a thin layer of ice formed on the surface of the stream, and a blurred face was reflected on the ice.

Er Dong saw a pair of beautiful eyes full of sadness, exactly the same as the eyes of the man in the vision.

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