Chapter 391: Three-way Intersection
An extremely yin body that can spy on people's memories.
It starts with Fengyu saying, "Because of your distraction, all the people in Beidian were killed."
Ye Xingzhou knew it.
This sentence.
So familiar.
The same light tone.
It was Feng Yulai who killed people, but he used the same accusatory tone to let Ye Xingzhou bear the responsibility.
Carrying the tragic deaths of people all over the city.
Carrying thousands of lives.
Ye Xingzhou's rationality was completely broken.
The wind and rain came and peeked into his memory.
Sneak peek at that part.
Ye Xingzhou hid the memories deep in his heart, which he dared not touch.
At that moment, Ye Xingzhou only wanted to kill Feng Yulai.
Cut the tendons of Fengyu's hands and feet.
He was repeatedly on the verge of death and unable to recover.
Since I can't kill him, I have to experience the fear of dying.
Just like that.
Fengyulai is a different kind of madman.
Even though the pain made him curl up and scream, he still looked at Ye Xingzhou.
Smiling.
Dragging blood all over his body.
Dragging his body full of wounds.
Laughing wildly.
In his eyes, there was a sense of extreme pleasure that was painful to the extreme.
Blood kept coming out of his mouth, and his nose was greedily sniffing Ye Xingzhou's breath.
Like a madman.
"Ye Xingzhou, are you seeking revenge?"
He looked at Ye Xingzhou, grinning widely, with blood between his teeth and on his tongue.
"Harder."
The broken tendons in his hand could not stop Feng Yulai from moving. He fumbled and slowly took out a dagger from his sleeve.
"Use a knife, use a knife to cut off my flesh."
"Gouge out my eyeballs."
"Take out my bones."
"Engrave your name."
"besides--"
“Stop talking!!!”
The suddenly raised voice echoed in this place of life and death.
These words were roared out, almost breaking the chest.
The buried memories, the trauma began to surface again.
Ye Xingzhou was breathing heavily.
As if his hand lost strength, the soft sword fell to the ground with a click.
The laughter grew louder as the wind and rain came.
"Ye Xingzhou, what are you afraid of?"
His fingertips pushed the dagger inch by inch, weakly yet stubbornly.
Put the dagger next to Ye Xingzhou's hand.
Ye Xingzhou's pupils trembled, and he slammed the dagger away with bloodshot eyes, like a madman.
This action almost broke Feng Yulai's wrist.
The severe pain made Feng Yulai unable to bear it and he groaned.
After the muffled groan, there was another sound mixed with blood and inarticulate speech.
"Why?"
"Why don't you dare kill me with a dagger?"
"Ye Xingzhou, pick up the dagger—"
Bang!
"I told you to stop talking!!!"
A fist was raised and fell, breaking all of Feng Yulai's teeth.
Ye Xingzhou's hands trembled as he threw punch after punch.
Feng Yulai opened his eyes halfway, his three white eyes staring quietly at the person who was beating him madly.
The once elegant eyebrows and eyes were now splattered with his blood.
Those eyes were bloodshot and almost ruthless, as if they were demented.
The muffled groans of pain were accompanied by inarticulate sounds, and the wind and rain continued with stammering lips.
"us."
"One is extremely yin, the other is extremely yang."
"They are mutually beneficial."
"You can't kill me, and I can't touch you."
"Exchange fate with me."
"You can, ahem, save everyone."
The fists that were raining down like a torrential rain stopped.
When the wind and rain came, it was already dying.
Ye Xingzhou only saw Feng Yulai making a hoarse sound mixed with blood from his throat, and his lips moved a few times.
The sound was so weak that it was almost inaudible.
Ye Xingzhou was stunned, lowered his head, and listened with his left ear tilted.
A living person listens to a dead person speak.
Bloodstained clothes intertwined.
The fragrance of flowers wafts across your face.
The wind and rain came and held a strand of falling hair.
Ye Xingzhou heard the words clearly.
"No matter which time and space."
No matter which time and space people are.
Those who are dead or dying can all be saved.
Can be saved.
These words echoed in Ye Xingzhou's mind.
He looked into those eyes.
Life is about to slip away again.
The pair of eyes with three white spots could hardly be opened, and could only look back at Ye Xingzhou through the last ray of light.
"Change..."
The wind and rain come silently.
Ye Xingzhou pursed his lips and opened his mouth.
Right now.
He probably is.
Want to change.
The accident happened just before Ye Xingzhou could speak.
Countless demon cultivators emerged from the darkness.
Under the moonlight, above the roof.
There stood a two-meter-tall man in black wearing a red mask with a crying and laughing pattern.
As soon as this group of demon cultivators appeared, the air was filled with a strange fragrance.
The machine rushed towards Ye Xingzhou.
A breeze blew past my ears.
It spreads with a bitter, salty and sticky smell.
A man in black robe rushed out from his side.
Ye Xingzhou was stunned.
This man in black robe is the Demon Lord who hid in Lingjian Peak in later generations.
The azure starlight spread out.
Wherever the starlight passed, those evil cultivators disappeared one by one.
The Demon Lord had a clear goal and rushed towards the right protector to kill him.
The Demon Lord and the Right Protector are not in the same camp?!
Ye Xingzhou was shocked and tore the space apart with one hand.
Then came the sound of the breeze and the bright moon.
"Don't be afraid."
"Master will take you out."
The hand knew its limits and grabbed the corner of Ye Xingzhou's sleeve, pulling it into the crack.
Ye Xingzhou looked back.
Only two words come to mind.
Divinity.
His eyebrows and eyes are clear, his black hair is lightly tied up, he is clear yet not without refinement, elegant yet not without severity.
Appearance is just the most insignificant point.
because.
There is divinity between his eyebrows and eyes.
Have compassion for all people in the world and tolerate the divinity of the world.
A journey of a thousand miles ends in the blink of an eye.
Ye Xingzhou landed in an elegant house.
It is Feng Wujian's residence behind the Lingjian Peak Hall.
The door closed gently.
A cup of tea fell into Ye Xingzhou's hands.
Feng Wujian loosened his hand and nodded slightly.
"I'm sorry for the offense."
Ye Xingzhou subconsciously took a sip of tea, then stopped moving when he realized what was happening.
This is not right.
Before Feng Wujian could even drink the tea given as a gift to his master, Ye Xingzhou drank the tea brewed by his cheap master first.
It’s all Tiangang.
Ye Xingzhou was in a dilemma whether to drink or not.
He blinked while holding the tea, then glanced at the sky cautiously.
You can't use lightning to strike him, this was given to him by his cheap master.
Feng Wujian noticed Ye Xingzhou's pause and spoke in a clear and gentle voice.
"Drink it, it will refresh your mind."
"Thank you, Master."
Ye Xingzhou drank it quickly, and a cool feeling washed over his veins and cleared the depression in his heart.
Feng Wujian lowered his eyes, and the chair moved away automatically. He sat down and smoothed out the wrinkles on his robe.
After the out-of-control situation was cleared up, Ye Xingzhou was now a little confused.
The current time period is a hundred years ago.
But, was this before or after the cheap master went into seclusion?
He hadn't shown up for so long that Ye Xingzhou thought he was in seclusion and had gone crazy, so he suddenly showed up tonight to rescue him.
It was indeed an accident.
It seems that Feng Wujian also knows the truth.
There are too many unanswered questions in my mind at this moment.
Ye Xingzhou put down the teacup and poured out a new cup of tea.
"Master, the apprenticeship ceremony—"
Just as he bent his knees, a spiritual power stopped Ye Xingzhou's movements in time.
“No need.”
Feng Wujian shook his head slightly and took the teacup. "Master has been in seclusion and has not taught you yet. There is no need to bow to me."
Ye Xingzhou blinked.
I still know.
How long has Ye Xingzhou been traveling alone?
It's rare for my cheap master to show up.
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