Chapter 240: Crazy
The conversation in front of the hall ended unpleasantly, but Donyue was not really recruiting, and Ying Wujiu would never return to the Immortal Sect. They were both testing each other and secretly making a big move that would affect the situation in the three realms.
"Keep an eye on them and report any movement."
Ying Wujiu's eyes were cold and mocking. He looked at Tan Yue's departing back, and after giving Shui Mei his instructions, he turned around and went to the back hall. He even put the disobedient corpse puppet aside for the time being without doing anything with it.
He now wants to deal with Lu Yan who is ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth.
Whether the other party was a spy of the Wuwang Sect or had truly defected to the Demon Realm, although Ying Wujiu was a person who liked to make up stories, he had never thought of pursuing Lu Yan. He even sent a corpse puppet to protect the other party in order to let him avoid this catastrophe, but he didn't expect that the other party actually tricked the corpse puppet into going up to Feijue Peak with him!
Whenever Ying Wujiu thought about this, he felt his teeth itching with hatred. Could it be that this man was a reincarnated fox spirit? He could make people bewitched with just his mouth, and even the zombie puppet, a walking corpse without any emotions, was fooled!
Whatever you fear will come to you.
As soon as Ying Wujiu pushed open the palace door, a cup of steaming hot tea was handed to him. The familiar face of Lu Yan appeared in front of him. He was dressed as a scholar and looked very handsome. However, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and he looked like a fox when he smiled: "My lord, you have worked hard in entertaining guests in the front hall just now. Have a cup of tea to moisten your throat."
Ying Wujiu did not accept it, but stared at him with a gloomy face and said: "Lu Yan, you are so brave, I ordered you and the corpse puppet to guard the Xuan Candle Hall, how dare you disobey the order privately?!"
Seeing that he didn't take it, Lu Yan took back the teacup, lowered his head to blow away the rising hot air, and listened carefully with some grievance: "I don't understand what the Lord said. When I woke up from the bed that morning, the Lord was gone. There was only a stingy corpse puppet general outside the hall. I really can't remember when the Lord ordered me to guard the Xuan Candle Hall."
Ying Wujiu ran away after sleeping with him without even meeting him, so no matter how you look at it, Lu Yan is right.
Ying Wujiu was obviously choked for a moment: "Didn't the corpse puppet tell you my order?"
Lu Yan looked innocent: "I did say that, but I'm worried that he might be misrepresenting the Lord's will. We have such a close relationship, wouldn't it be better to just speak to the Lord face to face if there's any order? Why would I go to the trouble of having him deliver the message?"
Ying Wujiu: “…”
Ying Wujiu finally realized that Lu Yan was pretending to be stupid. He pressed the lid of the teacup in the other's hand without saying a word. He could still vaguely feel the gradually cooling temperature inside the porcelain cup. He said in a low voice:
"Lu Yan, why did you come here?"
Anyone with a discerning eye knew that this Sword Contest would inevitably lead to a bloody storm. Ying Wujiu didn't understand. He had already given the man in front of him a chance to escape, so why did he still rush into him?
Ying Wujiu's kindness had been completely worn out by the circumstances of those years. He had not done a good deed for a long time, and the only time he did it was on Lu Yan.
Hearing this, Lu Yan stared at Ying Wujiu. At that moment, many answers popped up in his mind, such as my soul is still with you, you have let me go many times, openly or secretly, and I don’t really want you to die...
Thousands of words finally condensed into one sentence, and he smiled lightly:
"The view from Feijue Peak is great, so I wanted to take a look."
Ying Wujiu frowned: "What if I say this place will soon be razed to the ground and blood will flow like a river?"
Lu Yan tilted his head slightly: "Oh? Then I should hurry up and take a closer look."
Ying Wujiu gritted his teeth and said, "You are really not afraid of death!"
Lu Yan nodded happily: "Your Excellency is wise. What I fear least is death."
He can be resurrected, at worst we can start over again, who is afraid of who?
Ying Wujiu was about to say something else, but he saw Lu Yan had already placed the teacup on a bonsai stand beside him, and he pulled him into his arms, carrying him as he stumbled into the hall. Finally, he lost his balance and fell into a pile of soft and silky quilts.
Ying Wujiu's breathing was disordered, and he felt a little dizzy from the fall. He couldn't help but curse softly: "Asshole, you want to do this as soon as you meet?!"
Lu Yan supported himself with one hand, and with a flick of his fingertips he removed the mask on Ying Wujiu's face, then slowly untied his belt and threw it aside. The collar of his scholar's robe opened up, revealing his collarbone, which was so sexy and fair that it made people dizzy. "Why, does your lord want to do something else? Just tell me and we can discuss it."
Ying Wujiu subconsciously turned his head away for a moment, then hid the injured half of his face under the quilt, using the shadow to cover it. His thin eyebrows slightly frowned: "Just do it if you want to, why waste so much time talking."
Lu Yan was usually gentle in bed, so Ying Wujiu had no scruples about saying harsh words to him. However, perhaps because he had offended her by leaving without saying goodbye last time, he was almost torn apart this time.
“Hmm…”
Ying Wujiu was not a person who liked to beg for mercy, otherwise he would not have endured the burning of karma in the White Bone Sword Furnace for seven hundred years. He swallowed the muffled groan as it reached his mouth, but his trembling body revealed the fact that he was exhausted.
Unlike his fierce actions, Lu Yan's tone was gentle and kind. He pinched Ying Wujiu's chin and kissed him, while stroking the uneven scars on his face and sighing, "After all, I was not capable enough. Last time, the Lord left without saying goodbye."
If he had been a little more ruthless and made it so that Ying Wujiu couldn't get out of bed, there wouldn't have been so many problems.
Ying Wujiu's body couldn't help but twitch for a while. He was sweating profusely, his eyelashes were wet, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Don't... be too presumptuous..."
Lu Yan smiled and gently brushed aside his wet hair: "Okay, I'll listen to you, Master."
But I'm curious in my heart. If I can't be too unrestrained, what about being a little more unrestrained?
Ying Wujiu truly experienced what it meant to pretend to obey but secretly disobey. Although Lu Yan agreed with him verbally, his actions became more and more brutal. The great stimulation even confused his mind and he became the target of his arbitrary manipulation.
The red sun sets in the west, and the shadow of the tent is dim.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Lu Yan withdrew his troops. He picked up the rotten-mud Ying Wujiu and held him in his arms. He slowly stroked his thin, white chin with his fingertips and asked with interest, "Today, the Lord is meeting a guest in the front hall. Is that person the leader of the Wuwang Sect?"
Ying Wujiu was extremely sleepy at first, but when he heard his words, he opened his eyelids again and asked calmly, "Why, do you want to return to the sect?"
He did not forget that Lu Yan was a spy of the Wuwang Sect.
Lu Yan lowered his eyes and held Ying Wujiu's hand to play with it, smiling like a cunning fox: "In my heart, I only recognize the Lord, not any sect leader. It's just that this group of famous and upright people are not kind. I heard a lot of rumors when I went up the mountain... It seems that there is also a soul in the donor's body?"
No one else would have the courage to spread this message, so Lu Yan could only find an excuse to remind Ying Wujiu to avoid getting into trouble.
Ying Wujiu showed a hint of sarcasm on his lips: "He has always been the best, so how could he miss such a treasure? It's not surprising to have one."
Lu Yan asked casually, "What is the connection between the Lord and him?"
Ying Wujiu did not answer. He put one hand behind his head and stroked Lu Yan's cheek with the other. For a moment, he was somewhat envious of such warmth and touch. His tone was low and distant: "Don't mention the past. It's been too long. Even I almost forgot it."
Yuqi patted the pillow again and said, "Go to sleep. Don't bother me at night."
He hadn't had a good sleep for a long time, and he fell asleep soon after today's hard work. Lu Yan looked at Ying Wujiu sleeping defenselessly in his arms, thinking, isn't this a good opportunity to take his soul? He just raised his right hand slowly, hesitated in the air for a long time, and finally did not move.
Forget it, let’s take the donor’s first.
After Lu Yan made sure that Ying Wujiu was asleep, he took advantage of the night to sneak into the place where those famous and upright sects were staying. Tanyue was the leader of the group, and his palace was in the middle, so it was very easy to spot. In addition, due to the hostile relationship between the Demon Realm and the Immortal Sect, the guards and patrols would deliberately avoid this place to avoid causing disputes, which made it convenient for Lu Yan.
The night was dark, everything was silent, only the sound of wind and rain in the mountains could be heard.
Lu Yan knew that the donor's strength was unfathomable, but he did not take it lightly. He directly used his energy to hide his figure and passed through the wall through the side door. He entered the inner hall in the dark and saw a man in white sitting cross-legged on the cushion in front of the meditation room. The man had gentle and compassionate eyes and looked like a white jade Bodhisattva under the moonlight. It was the donor, the leader of the Wuwang Sect.
This man's reputation spread throughout the three realms, but Lu Yan saw a dark mist between his brows, which was clearly a sign of falling into evil.
Lu Yan put his fingers together in front of his eyes, and a faint purple light flashed in his pupils. He was ready to check the level of Tan Yue. However, he was shocked when he saw five blue spots floating gently in Tan Yue's body. They were actually five souls! !
Fuck!
Even Lu Yan couldn't help but look surprised and cursed in his heart. He had worked so hard to find three pieces of soul, and one of them was still on Ying Wujiu. What kind of magic did this donor use to take away five pieces of soul? !
Just because Lu Yan couldn't do anything to Wu Jiu didn't mean he couldn't do anything to Tan Yue. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he thought that even if he couldn't beat the opponent today, it would be good to take away one or two pieces of his soul. Otherwise, when Tan Yue got all the fragments and his strength increased greatly, even he would find it difficult to deal with him.
Lu Yan raised his palm in the air, and a blue light suddenly appeared. The five souls in the donor's body were attracted and seemed to be separated from the body. Suddenly, the man who was originally meditating with his eyes closed opened his eyes and burst out with a cruelty that was totally inconsistent with his image:
"Who are you, you dare to act like a ghost in front of me!!"
It happened in a flash. Tan Yue put his two fingers together and released an extremely sharp and natural sword energy, which turned into thousands and attacked Lu Yan like a drizzle of rain. However, Lu Yan did not dodge or evade, allowing the sword energy to pass through his transparent body. He exerted force in his palms, vowing to take out the five pieces of heart and soul.
[Ding! Energy -10%! ]
[Ding! Energy -10%! ]
[Warning! Warning! Unknown attack! Seriously low on energy! ! ]
Lu Yan's condition was bad, and Tan Yue's condition was not necessarily much better. He only felt that the soul in his body was ready to move, and it was trying to fly in a certain direction. Even he almost couldn't control it. Unfortunately, there was no one in the hall, and even the searching method could not find any trace!
“Whoosh!”
Suddenly, a flash of blue light flew out of Tan Yue's body and landed accurately in Lu Yan's hands. Although the latter gained a piece of his soul, his position was also exposed. Tan Yue shouted loudly and summoned his life sword, stabbing towards Lu Yan with the force of thunder:
"I think you are looking for death!!"
Lu Yan still had some strength left. Seeing that the Heart Spirit had succeeded, he was about to teleport away from this place of trouble. However, at this moment, a buzzing sound came from above his head, and a blue transparent barrier appeared, blocking the full-strength attack of Tan Yue, a half-step golden immortal. Then, white mist suddenly rose around him, and Lu Yan was grabbed by someone in the darkness. A familiar voice rang in his ears: "Follow me!"
A strong wind suddenly blew up around me, and the scenery stretched and changed, as if I had traveled through time and space to another place.
When Lu Yan came to his senses, he was already at the small pond behind Feijue Peak, and in front of him stood a man in white. It was the trusted attendant who had been with Donyue today.
He is also the time and space administrator who came to this world with Lu Yan to carry out the mission, Xi Nian.
Lu Yan was not surprised at all: "I knew it was you."
Xi Nian smiled and said, "I didn't expect that our next meeting would be like this."
Lu Yan sat down on the ground, too lazy to get up. He tossed the soul he had just obtained twice in the air, then stuffed it into his arms. Only then did he have the heart to look at his old partner, frowning and asking, "Why are you with Tan Yue?"
Xi Nian sat down cross-legged beside him after hearing this, and actually sighed, with an indescribably complicated expression: "It's a long story. Ever since we were separated by accident, I have been looking for the whereabouts of the Heart Soul. I finally found two pieces, but they were both taken away by the donor."
"This man is the protagonist of a novel in this world, and is protected by the Heavenly Dao. I traced him all the way to Donyue, and originally wanted to take his heart and soul, but I ended up getting myself trapped. Donyue saw that I knew the origin of the heart and soul, and wanted to recruit me to work for him. I had no choice but to temporarily agree to play along with him."
Lu Yan didn't know what to say after hearing this. He asked how Tan Yue could have five souls on him. After all, two of them were given by his pig teammate. His expression twitched as he asked, "So what are you going to do now?"
“We’ll wait and see.”
Xi Nian tilted his head and glanced at Lu Yan: "You have three souls now?"
Lu Yan said meaningfully: "If you hadn't come out to cause trouble just now, maybe I could have gotten another piece."
Xi Nian actually laughed when he heard this: "Don't blame me for not reminding you. He has the destiny of heaven. Fortunately, you just took his soul and didn't kill him. Otherwise, you would have suffered a backlash. I was caught by accident."
Lu Yan's expression changed slightly: "He actually has the luck of heaven?!"
You should know that there is a protagonist in every novel, and this protagonist is the center of the operation of the entire world. If he dies, the order will completely collapse. Therefore, in order to maintain the world, the way of heaven usually sends down great fortune to protect this person, and even the time and space manager cannot interfere.
Lu Yan was puzzled. Tan Yue was so cruel and ruthless. How could he be the protagonist? ! !
Just as they were talking, they heard a burst of rapid and noisy noises coming from the black palace in the distance, and torches lit up one after another. It was obvious that the fight just now had alarmed everyone.
Seeing this, Xi Nian immediately stood up from the ground and said hurriedly, "I have to go back, otherwise it will arouse suspicion from the donors. If you have anything, please contact me privately."
Yujie's figure flashed and he immediately disappeared from the spot.
Lu Yan originally wanted to sit down and rest for a while, but he suddenly remembered something, his face changed, and he jumped up from the ground: Oh no, Ying Wujiu must have woken up after making such a big noise!
Tan Yue was a half-step golden immortal, and his sword energy soared into the sky. The move just now directly blew the room he lived in into ruins. The guards of the Demon Realm heard the commotion and immediately led their troops to rush over. Even Ying Wujiu was alarmed and hurriedly put on his clothes and arrived at the scene. At that time, the heads of the immortal sects living on the left and right were gathered in front of the ruins, talking in panic in low voices:
"What happened? Could it be that the Demon Realm wants to attack us secretly?!"
Ying Wujiu rushed over and heard this. He glanced at the person who spoke coldly, his eyes as sharp as arrows: "I can crush you to death with just one finger, do you need to sneak attack?!"
He was furious when he woke up and found no trace of Lu Yan. He didn't expect that someone would be so reckless as to rush up and crash into him!
The man who spoke immediately lowered his head with a red face, but he could not beat Ying Wujiu, so he could only swallow his anger.
Ying Wujiu then turned his gaze to the ruins, and saw a man in white clothes and holding a sword standing there expressionlessly. His originally kind eyes were now so gloomy that water could drip out of them, and the look he gave him was even a bit fierce, as if he had killed his ancestors for eight generations.
Ying Wujiu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Hmm?"
Is the donor going crazy?
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