Being praised by Xihe, Wangshu's handsome face also showed a little smile, and he immediately asked:
"It's just that I don't understand. Even if you destroy Cangyuan's soul, he can still recover for at least two thousand years. Why do you..."
Speaking of this, Xi He's cynical and lazy face restrained for the first time. He pinched his chin first, and then spoke after a moment:
"That person scattered us all because he wanted to control the entire demon clan, but he gave us a pie that we would never be able to eat, and it was also poisoned."
Wangshu stared at Xihe's face that had not left any traces of time, and said with a smile:
"The answer is not what was asked."
"Don't worry about four factions in three days or eight factions in five days. The power of Kyushu has been changing for thousands of years. I feel that it is time for him to close the net."
Xihe's voice became deep and heavy, as if it was full of wind and snow, but also seemed to be an understatement.
"Well, the true spirits have been wiped out, all spirits have turned into demons, and even the white fox has appeared. There really isn't much time left for him."
"Cang Yuan is just the beginning. Even if I don't take action, he may find a way to cut us off one by one, or get rid of some disobedient guys, like me."
"No way? Mr. Jiulong is very loyal to you. Even if Cang Yuan believes in him more, if the thirteen of us join forces and fight to break through this sky-shielding formation, we will all die together at worst, so there is no need for him to be so heartless. Bar?"
Wangshu obviously didn't believe what Xihe said.
"But you also have to know that he built this formation for us. According to his character and methods, he will definitely not be without some back-ups."
"Too."
With a sigh, Xi He's face showed a rare helpless smile.
"Hey, after all, we are just a slightly stronger guinea pig among his experimental products. Even if the passage between heaven and earth is really opened as planned and our cultivation is no longer suppressed, we will not be able to keep pace with those Nine Tribulations Immortal Lords overnight. We still have to Lean on Him.”
"Then why are you so tempted?"
Wang Shu asked in confusion.
"It's always good to know a little more information about that mysterious man. Don't we also see some of his plans?"
"By the way, after going around and around, although the secrets in the jade mine were blocked so that Cang Yuan could not know about it, Yun Chen still escaped?"
"You little idiot, didn't you see that I asked Long Pangui to stay outside the jade mine? Don't worry, I did some tricks on the dragon scales, Cang Yuan will send him not far away!"
As he spoke, Xihe caressed Wangshu's face in an extremely ambiguous manner, but this made the noble Fengzu blush.
"If sisters are here, you can't do this!"
"Hey, don't worry, I only care about you and Lianque..."
"Stop it! You're a bad man with a white face and a black heart. You didn't learn anything from him. You just learned some crooked and treacherous tricks!" Wang Shu rolled his eyes at him, and then looked at the transparent dome where the red light was about to dissipate. , asked with regret:
"You knew that girl didn't really like him, so why didn't you let the Mysterious Sound jade break into pieces? After all, once the jade pieces are broken, the effect of Mysterious Sound on her will be gone."
In response, Xihe just smiled and shook his head:
"To paraphrase Xiao Fu Shi, the only ones who can confuse people's hearts are themselves, and karma is just the beginning of their bond. Besides, the mask has been put away. If this jade piece is also broken, where will we go to watch the show? ah?"
Wangshu was startled when he heard this, and then looked at Xihe intently for a long time. She always felt that she could never see through the man in front of her whom she had known for thousands of years.
"By the way, counting the time, that person should be here soon. How is your training going, my minion?"
"What else can he do? He really left me a hard job. It's not like he doesn't know that we don't have the power of the true spirit at all."
"Well, this is indeed difficult to handle. Bloodline and strength are indispensable!"
"It would be easier to just throw it to Qian Wu or Feixing. I feel that it won't be long before they can ignite the spark hidden in the bloodline. But according to the character shown by the ancestor, he will definitely not follow that person's old path. "
When the conversation changed, a different kind of playfulness flashed across Xihe's lazy face, and he chuckled:
"But, I'm more curious about the origin of this minion. The Demon Sect, hehe, it's interesting."
Life is full of variables. At the crossroads, you often don't know what decision you will make in the next moment.
But people's life seems to be full of destiny. It is said that only by giving up can you gain. But when fate is biased and makes you reluctant to give up, in addition to lamenting the injustice, you can only face some unbearable bitter consequences.
Whether you gain or lose, everything will eventually return to a fantasy, and fleeting glimpses and fleeting views will be the end of your loneliness.
The disputes in the jade mine were as little known as a dragonfly in the water. Even the Long family and the Chang family acted as if nothing had happened. They were in peace with each other and went about their own business.
In a wing of the Long family, Alian stared nervously at Qingyun who looked in pain on the bed. Her nails had dug into her palms but she didn't even notice.
Long Fushi's expression was relatively calm, but he was obviously very worried.
"Su Zun, it's been seven or eight days, why hasn't Yun Lang woke up yet? Didn't you say that he is fine?"
The little fox turned to look at Lord Tianwei, who was dressed in snow-white colored glass, his eyes full of pleading.
"His vitality is so strong that I have only seen it in my life, but it seems that the injury to his mind is much more serious than his body. It is not so much that he cannot wake up, but that he does not want to wake up."
At this time, Su Wuzhe had dispersed the great aura behind him and sat quietly at the round table in the wing. If not for all the disciples, including Long Pangui, who stood tall and did not dare to breathe, no one would know. This man, who can be described as beautiful, has an astonishing identity.
Long Pangui winked, and Long Ranmo refilled half a cup of tea for a figure like Lord Tianwei who had only heard of it in legends, not daring to breathe.
Su Wuzhe smiled gently at Long Ranmo, which flattered her, who had just been promoted from maid to "Fourth Young Master", and made her face turn red.
"Qinglian, don't worry, I think there should be a way to write poems."
Hearing this, Long Fushi had a flash of inspiration and nodded towards Su Wuzhe in surprise, but the next moment her expression darkened, and then she shook her head.
Seeing this situation, the little fox seemed to know something and couldn't help but lower his head.
But after a while, Long Fushi came to the edge of the bed and took Alian's hand, as if he wrote something in his palm.
"Well, I always call him Yunlang."
Long Fushi nodded slightly, and then she walked around the little fox and sat in front of the bed. Then she reached out from behind her cloak, her hands that were always hidden, and gently touched Qingyun's forehead.
The sandalwood mouth opened slightly, but it was silent.
Under Alian's anxious gaze, the painful expression on Qingyun's face, as if trapped in a deep nightmare, slightly subsided, but he still did not wake up.
"No way, Miss Long?"
As soon as Long Fushi closed his mouth, Alian asked impatiently, but the answer was obvious.
But seemingly with Su Wuzhe's encouragement, Long Fushi once again held the little fox's hand and started writing again.
"Xiao...Xiao Luoyi?"
Alian was stunned for a moment, then frowned and started thinking, and after a short while she said with some uncertainty:
"If I remember correctly, Sister Luo Yi always seems to call him...call him, kid, yes, kid!"
As he spoke, the little fox's face became more determined, while Long Fushi showed a strange expression of sudden realization.
It was still the same silent call as before, but this time, a miracle happened!
I saw Qingyun's face instantly became calm and peaceful, and even slowly revealed joy and happiness, and crystal tears shed from the corners of his eyes.
Under the surprised gazes of Alian and Long Fushi, within a few dozen breaths at most, Qingyun suddenly opened his eyes as sharp as stars!
His pupils focused quickly. Although the woman in front of him was equally beautiful and similar, there was no decoration on her forehead, but a light red gauze tied around her neck. This made the surprise on Qingyun's face suddenly turn into rage.
"Dragon writes poems! That's enough for you!"
There was a crisp snap, and a bright red fingerprint appeared on Long Fushi's cheek. Qingyun's strength caused her to stumble and fall into the arms of Alian, who rushed over immediately.
"Yunlang!"
"Sister!"
"Miss!"
Three different calls, one same mood.
Long Hanjian and Long Ranmo stared angrily at Qingyun, who was also still angry. If the head of the family hadn't stopped him, Long Hanjian would have unsheathed his sword and chopped off Qingyun's damn arm.
"Yunlang! How could you do this to Miss Long?!"
"I!"
As if he was a little angry to get out of bed, Qingyun looked around the room. Su Zun was quietly drinking tea, the Long family siblings were glaring angrily, and Long Pangui was expressionless. His eyes finally stopped at Alian's arms. Zhonglong writes poetry on his face.
Except for the bright red at the corner of his mouth and the face that was marked by his own palms, Long Fushi's smile contained no other emotions except tenderness and warmth.
Including blame.
"Yunlang! It was Miss Long who woke you up!"
Seeing that the room was eerily quiet, Alian glanced at the fragile Long Fushi in her arms and took the initiative to break the silence.
"wake?"
Shaking his head, Qingyun felt that he had a splitting headache, and his whole body felt a swelling feeling of overwhelming strength. The arms supporting his body even crushed the bed board.
"Calm down."
At this time, Su Wuzhe finally put down his tea cup and stood up slowly. Then with a flick of his sleeves, the wanton power in Qingyun's body began to slowly vent out.
As soon as Su Zun, a powerful person in the spirit-returning realm, took action, everyone present fell silent. However, as Qingyun's complexion gradually softened, Su Wuzhe's originally fair face became a little sickly pale again.
After a while, Su Wuzhe reached out and made a move, and the invisible power and opportunity surrounding Qingyun flew into his hand. Qingyun immediately became more awake.
Phew~
Compared to when he first woke up from a serious injury, Lord Tianwei, who had returned to the spirit realm, seemed even more tired. After exhaling a long breath, Su Wuzhe with his backhand put away the ball of power released from Qingyun's body.
Alian's hesitation seemed to make the silence in the whole room become a little gloomy and depressing.
PS: Wangshu Sulu, Qingchi Lianque~
