my hungry husband

An Ziyue clutched the note and walked out of the temple in a daze.

On the way, he met people who were starving and emaciated, their limbs were shriveled, their fingers were full of dirt, their hair was full of silver even if they were not old, and their faces were haggard and frightened.When they saw An Ziyue, they still knelt down and saluted tremblingly, just like every day before.

They regarded him as a parent officer, and because they trusted him, they persisted until now. Neither hunger nor war has taken away the light of their desire to survive in their eyes.

But what can I do.

An Ziyue didn't know how he got home, as soon as he entered the room, he rushed to the study and took out the pen he treasured.

Wen Quxing's pen is still shining brightly at this time, and the seven stars on the pen barrel are shining brightly.

Everything in the world changes, only the light of the stars is eternal.

Is the way of heaven that Xingjun said, like starlight, unshakable?

An Ziyue held the brush tightly, her heart pounding.

He can survive with this magic weapon.

But others can't.

Holding the pen, he sat on the floor of the study, motionless, staring at the ground in a daze.

Until the sun goes down and night falls.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the stars are dim. This is destined to be a restless night.

An Ziyue stayed in the study for most of the day, when someone shouted outside the door to break the calm and pull him back to reality.

"My lord! My lord! Something happened to the city gate!"

An Ziyue shivered, and only then came back to his senses. He stood up and rushed out of the study, grabbed the subordinate who had reported the letter and asked, "What happened!"

The man was trembling all the time, as if he had experienced a terrible fright, and said with snot and tears: "Insects! There are so many insects crawling in!"

An Ziyue let go of the man, and ran out with a pen in his hand.

When he arrived at the city gate, he saw many insects crawling on the road beside the city gate, densely packed on the ground, like a carpet, they gathered together, moved their legs, dancing in the night, ups and downs like Black waves swept towards people.

An Ziyue has been in the southwest for so many years, so she has some knowledge about these things, and knows that these are poisonous insects.

The Southwest King couldn't attack for a long time, so he began to break through the door with side doors.

These poisonous insects are all huge and pitch-black, with their mouthparts moving and making terrifying sounds, they are probably the proud masterpiece of that immortal master.Once they are allowed to spread, the people who are already weak due to hunger will be infected by the poisonous poisonous insects in an instant. Once they are spread, the city will become a dead city.

Overwhelming poison invaded the inside of the city. At the same time, the Southwest King took the opportunity to launch a night attack. The defenders on the city gate were overwhelmed by the insects, and many people fell to the top of the city because of the poisonous insects. Suddenly, screams It's endless, seeing that the city gate is about to lose its hold.

I'm afraid tonight is when the city will be broken.

An Ziyue yelled for people to burn the worms with fire, the flames rose up, the crackling sound was earth-shattering, screams and pleas came from the flames, and even the sky was burned red, but the worms continued to extinguish the sea of ​​flames with their bodies, the flame worms Ming and people's cries made this city feel like hell.

An Le watched this scene quietly, speechless.

People say that hell is terrible, but there is no hell in the world.

An Ziyue also watched this scene.

He squeezed the pen tightly in his hand, so hard that his fingertips turned white.

Because of this pen, the poisonous insect saw him detour, and the flames could not touch the corner of his clothes. Everyone and everything around him were messed up, and only he was intact.

"I can only protect you alone." "The way of heaven cannot be violated."

What is Heaven?

An Ziyue asked herself in her heart.

The so-called way of heaven is to let him watch these people die, and he can be alone.

An Ziyue seemed to be able to see his own future destiny. He would survive this catastrophe, and because he had reported the Southwest King Ping's success, he would worship the Sangong.

He can even take his parents to the capital, maybe the emperor will let the princess and princess marry him, and in the mansion in the capital, he will live happily with his parents, wife and children.

At that time, when he sat in the courtyard and watched the flowers bloom and fall, would he think of the mountains and water in the southwest again, and would he feel at ease?

An Ziyue recovered from her excitement.

He took a knife from his hand in a big stride, and swiped towards his arm. His left arm became dripping with blood instantly. Enduring the pain, An Ziyue stained his blood with the brush in his hand, and knelt on the ground to write Write and draw.

Since the poisonous insects originated from the art of witchcraft, Xingjun's divine power should be able to restrain them.

Since the sky would not let him die, he would use his own blood to save others.

An Ziyue doesn't know how to draw talismans, he thought he would draw dragons in order to deter poisonous evil spirits, but his drawing skills are really bad, he only knows how to write articles since he was a child, no matter how many teachers he asks to teach him, he can still draw dogs instead of dogs, A tiger is not a tiger.

But he didn't give up, and continued to draw the dragon in his heart with his pen.

The ink-colored lotus slowly blooms from the tip of the pen, blooming pieces of flowers in the night of blood and fire.

Mo Lian is elegant and noble, smoothing the restlessness of the night, spread out, the city seems to be soaked in clear water, the insects hesitated and slowed down their attack.

A crimson dragon jumped out of the dark sea of ​​flowers, rolling and chirping in the night.The shape of the dragon is vigorous, like a thunder point. Wherever the red dragon goes, the flames are extinguished and the poisonous insects are destroyed. The red light and the ink lotus complement each other. vitality.

Everyone was stunned by this miracle, and they all knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of the dragon.

However, An Ziyue knew that it was not over yet, and he couldn't stop. He kept bleeding his own blood to replenish ink for the magic pen.

The dragon is getting bigger and bigger, floating in the air, thunderous, shocking all directions.

The soldiers on the city wall were encouraged and turned the situation around, knocking down the rebels.The soldiers inside the city gate gathered again, reinforced the city gate, and piled human flesh behind the gate.

An Ziyue's bloodletting made his vision blurred, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

To wait till daylight, he thought, and nothing else was on his mind but this belief.

The dragon is gorgeous and majestic, and the red dragon shuttling through the ink lotus is mighty, all the evil and poisonous substances are dispelled.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers of the Southwest King felt guilty. Is it really okay to disobey the dragon? Everyone thought so in their hearts.

A guilty conscience leads to weak actions, and the defenders gradually gained the upper hand.

Finally, a rooster crowed from the city.

Its daybreak.

After so many days of persistence, there are no chickens in the city, but it is this rooster who does not know where it is hiding, which makes the sky break.

The remaining swarms receded at dawn, and the rising sun mercilessly shone on the battered city.

An Ziyue's entire arm was bloody, and the wound was deep enough to see the bone. He finally stopped, grabbed the brush, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He had been losing blood all night, and there should have been no blood to bleed, but at this moment, bright red blood gushed out from his seven orifices, instantly dyeing him into a bloody man.

The dragon in the sky slowly dissipated, leaving only a faint aura of auspiciousness.

An Ziyue couldn't hold on anymore, and fell heavily to the ground.

The people next to him just woke up, hurriedly carried Mr. An into the nearest house, and kept using dry cloth to stop the bleeding, but An Ziyue vomited so badly that the bleeding couldn't be stopped no matter what.

Everyone ran out to find a doctor like crazy. At this moment, there was a commotion outside, and someone shouted: "Reinforcements are here!"

An Ziyue's men lay down beside An Ziyue, crying, "My lord! The reinforcements are here! You are saved! I'll find you a doctor right away!" He wiped his tears and ran out stumbled.

An Ziyue was lying on the bed, with blood gushing out from the corner of his mouth continuously, and the excessive blood loss made him convulse from the cold, so he was not as energetic as before.

But he was happy.

The reinforcements are here, and the people here don't have to die.

There were light footsteps outside the door, someone was coming.

But what An Ziyue waited for was not a doctor, but a killer.

The fairy teacher next to the Southwest King appeared in the room.

He was still wearing half-miao half-han clothes and a hood, and walked slowly towards An Ziyue.

An Ziyue lifted his eyelids weakly and glanced at him, vomited blood and was speechless.

The immortal master looked at him, sighed and shook his head: "Why are you bothering, mortals can't bear the backlash of the magic weapon, you use Xingjun's treasure with a mere physical body, you are going against the sky, and you will lose your life, you know. "

Of course An Ziyue couldn't answer him, he couldn't even breathe, a large number of blood clots blocked his nasal cavity, every ounce of fresh air was a luxury to him.

The immortal master continued: "You have a very long lifespan. As long as you save your own life, you will have your due in the future. Why care about other people's lives?"

An Ziyue didn't want to answer this question, she could only say that they were different and did not conspire with each other.

The fairy teacher spoke very slowly, with a gentle tone, and it sounded strange. If it was normal, An Ziyue would rather listen to him.But now An Ziyue just thinks that he is so noisy, it makes her liver and gallbladder tear apart, and her head hurts like being split open.

The immortal master looked at An Ziyue's gradually dilated pupils, looked at his body soaked in blood, sneered, and his tone became vicious: "Look at you, you are even more embarrassed than the most humble prisoner. You say you, What does the life and death of other people have to do with you, and what does it have to do with me, do you know that you ruined my good deeds?"

He walked up to An Ziyue, looked down at the miserable An Ziyue, twisted the corners of his mouth into a twisted arc, and said, "Those people died last night. The souls of the dead could have helped me ascend, but you disrupted the situation."

"You ruined this once-in-a-century opportunity." The immortal master became more and more annoyed as he spoke, his tone was gloomy, and he wished he could tear An Ziyue's body to pieces.

But An Ziyue just wanted to laugh when she heard this, and wanted to get up and say loudly, "That's really gratifying!"

It's a pity he can't laugh now.

The immortal master raised his hand and took off the mask on his head, revealing his drooping peach eyes, which should have been full of affection, like the green mountains and green waters in the southwest, but now his eyes are full of viciousness.

He looked at An Ziyue resentfully, and said: "It's good now, I can't get through my immortal calamity, and neither can Master An's human calamity."

After he finished speaking, he took out a dagger from his waist and stabbed it fiercely at An Ziyue's heart.

An Le snapped back to his senses, staring at himself in the mirror in a daze.

It turned out to be like this, it turned out to be like this!

There was a panic in An Le's heart, and the mirror suddenly became terrifying.

He turned around and wanted to run, but when he turned around, he saw Jun Yi standing in the corridor of the college waiting for him.

Jun Yi blinked his peach blossom eyes, the corners of his eyes drooping slightly, like wind and water.

An Le looked at Jun Yi, shocked and frightened.

An Le didn't expect that... Jun Yi was the immortal master, and he was the one who took An Ziyue's life in the end.

Wrong, everything is wrong.

An Ziyue was supposed to live a long life, but died at the hands of Jun Yi. From the time An Ziyue went against the sky and saved everyone with Wen Quxing's pen, his fate began to be wrong.

"Lord An, don't come here without any harm." Jun Yi hugged his chest and said to An Le leisurely.

An Le was in a trance, and murmured, "You killed me, what else do you want?"

Jun Yi laughed, and said in a gentle manner as always, "But you still haven't paid off what you owe me."

An Le thought to herself, crazy, really crazy.

He was also shocked by what happened in the mirror world, and immediately met the person who killed him in the previous life in reality, and he really felt that he was going crazy.

"In my opinion, it's obvious that you owe me." An Le gritted her teeth.

Jun Yi sneered and said, "Okay, let's settle the score."

... Just kidding, he can't beat him, so what to do.

With a clear understanding of his own strength, An Le quickly calmed down. He has already experienced two lives, and he knows how to protect himself, so he can't die at the hands of the same person again.

An Le remembered that he had been wearing Lingbo fairy dust around his neck, and took out the small glass bottle in front of Jun Yi.

Seeing him, Jun Yi smiled and said, "Do you think you can run away with this?"

An Le poured the dust into the palm of his hand openly, and pretended to eat it himself, then swayed the gun and sprinkled the powder on Jun Yi's face.

Jun Yi sneered, brushed it away with his hand, smiled and changed his expression.

Fairy Lingbo's athlete's foot... even if it comes from a beautiful woman, athlete's foot still smells bad.

An Le took the opportunity to run away.

"My lord An will live his life again, but he will use indiscriminate means." Jun Yi said so.

An Le ran ahead, suddenly felt that her hands and feet were sluggish, her body weighed a thousand catties, and she fell to the ground uncontrollably.

Fuck, what kind of magic did Jun Yi cast on him.

An Le slowly fell to the ground, not daring to think about what would happen if it fell into Jun Yi's hands, she clenched her teeth, her eyes were red.

At this moment, like any time he was in danger before, strong hands supported his body and pulled him into a familiar embrace.

Before An Le lost consciousness, he saw Jiang Mingyu and Yan Zhinan.

Jiang Mingyu hugged him, Yan Zhinan stood beside him, and both of them looked at Jun Yi at the end of the corridor.

An Le heard Jun Yi say: "At this time, there are rescuers, so it's better for you to live like this, Mr. An."

Then his eyes went black and he passed out.

An Le thought that seeing An Ziyue's ending in the mirror, the matter was over.

But after he passed out, another memory appeared in his mind.

He still kept his appearance when he died, covered in blood, his whole body was red, and he couldn't even see his face clearly.There was still a big hole in his chest, which was pierced by Jun Yi, which showed how much Jun Yi hated him and broke his heart.

An Le stood in front of a ball of white light, the light was cold and piercing, but so dazzling.

An Le has seen this light several times, and knows that this is the way to the underworld. An Ziyue is dead, and the ghost will go where it should go with the errand.

As he thought about it, a group of people immediately appeared in front of him. Those people were crowded together, probably a hundred or so, which shocked him.

Wearing ancient official uniforms and holding iron chains in their hands, they all looked pale and stared at An Le, who made An Le feel hairy.

"Only him?" One of them asked the person next to him.

The person next to him said in an unbelievable tone: "He is indeed the only one."

More than 100 people stared at An Le.

An Le was stared inexplicably.

"Let's just do it one by one. You have to work on one of them." They said this, put an iron chain around An Le's neck, and dragged him forward.

Only then did An Le realize that these people were errands.

As a result, there was a grand occasion of a hundred ghosts beckoning a dead soul.

Such a strange team walked through the gate of ghosts, Wangxiangtai, and Santu River, and An Le looked at the scenery along the way curiously. This is the land of the netherworld.

Ghosts wailed in the vast night, and the messengers dragged all kinds of souls expressionlessly. Bloody red flowers bloomed on both sides of the road, exuding a strange stench, and the rolling waves of yellow spring water fell into the flesh and blood. Separated, the soul is miserable.