Ling Yun gave a bitter smile, and tears welled up in his eyes: "What does it look like? Is it like a walking zombie, cold and emotionless... So what, as long as he is still alive and can stay with me, it is better than facing that cold tombstone. Be okay!"
She turned her head and stared at the tombstone in front of her, feeling filled with emotion.
At this time, Ye Zhenfeng and the four people finally understood that Nangong Qi was really dead. Even though the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord gave them hope and made them think that he was still alive, he was just a shell.
The person in front of them is really not their master anymore. Even if he is resurrected, he will not be the Nangong Qi before.
Ye Zhenfeng suddenly froze, and trembled all over: "Ye Li...it's Ye Li, right? He used the method of corpse demon reincarnation to resurrect the master! Right?"
Han Ziyue was startled, turned to look at Ye Zhenfeng, and murmured in a low voice: "The great method of reincarnation of corpse demon..."
Ling Yun nodded silently and did not deny it.
Ye Zhenfeng remembered that in the corpse city, Ye Li tried to use the corpse demon reincarnation method to resurrect Shui Hanyi's lover Huang Liang, but he killed Zhuo Qi. Zhuo Qi's hot blood was on his hands, but he couldn't Save her and the fetus.
Thinking of this, he felt a chill in his heart and staggered back.
"Zhenfeng..." Han Ziyue knew that he was feeling sad and hurriedly stepped forward to support him.
Lan Zuiwu looked at Nangong Qi in front of her with tears in her eyes. The person in front of her would not ridicule her or make her happy like before. He was like a cold stone statue, standing there motionless, with slightly lowered cold eyes. A sense of alienation.
"Master...how did you become like this? I don't want you to become like this! Master!"
Lan Zuiwu tried to reach out to hold Nangong Qi's hand, but Nangong Qi dodged it. There was a hint of impatience in his cold eyes, and it seemed that if Lan Zuiwu took another step closer, he would probably confront her with swords.
Ye Zhenfeng learned that his master came back to life through the method of corpse demon reincarnation, and his heart became more and more sad. He knew that his master eventually became the walking corpse he did not want, living in this world without a soul.
Although Han Ziyue hated the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord in her heart, she would not have suffered much pain if the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord had not planted the inner demon to kill her.
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However, now, when she saw that the man she loved so much had turned into a zombie, she did not hesitate to let her beloved man become a demon in order to keep him alive. This kind of pain actually moved her heart, and she felt resentful towards her. It turned into sympathy.
Ling Yun endured the pain and said: "Now you have seen that he is no longer the Nangong Qi he used to be. He has made a clean break with you decent people. From now on, you should not come to him again. Let us live quietly."
"Live quietly?" Ye Zhenfeng suddenly sneered, then looked at Ling Yun coldly, and said: "This is the master's long-cherished wish, and what about you? You forced him to do this for the sake of your great cause of the demon clan. Like this. Worshiping the Moon Demon Lord, won’t your heart hurt?”
Ling Yun's heart was bleeding at this moment, and Ye Zhenfeng's words at this moment were undoubtedly another stab in her heart. Eliminating the distinction between good and evil, the pain in her heart at this moment was no less than that of Ye Zhenfeng.
Han Ziyue knew that Ye Zhenfeng would say such hurtful words because of the grief and anger in her heart. She advised: "Zhenfeng... don't say it again!"
Ling Yun's eyes were dull and unresponsive on the surface, but he was already bleeding inside.
Ye Zhenfeng refused to give up. He wanted Ling Yun to see clearly how much his master had sacrificed for her, but she still persisted.
He is confused and refuses to look back.
Ye Zhenfeng took a step forward, reached out and held Ling Yun's shoulders, and said coldly: "Moon Worshiping Demon Lord, is this really what you want to see now? Why are you so hard-hearted and did you do that to my master? Why? ?Why!"
Ye Zhenfeng's sudden behavior frightened Chu Mubai and others. They did not expect that he would be so bold and dare to do this to the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord, who was feared by everyone.
Ling Yun's beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and she looked at Ye Zhenfeng with tears in her eyes. She was not angry or angry, she was just crying aggrievedly. At this moment, she seemed to have shed the Demon King's shell and turned into a real woman. .
Ye Zhenfeng said: "My master is willing to die for you, are you willing to stop for him?"
Ling Yun gave a bitter smile, looked up at Ye Zhenfeng and said:
"One day, you will know... There are many things in this world that you are powerless to do. Even if I worship the Moon Demon Lord, I am powerless. I can't change the fact that I am the Moon Worshiper, let alone my mission. .”
"Now that everything is broken, let's let it fall completely and fall into the abyss of evil that will never be restored. Hahaha! What good things are left? Good things belong to others, don't they?"
"You - you are just stubborn!" Ye Zhenfeng waved his palm and was about to strike at the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord's head. He wanted to kill this big, stubborn demon.
It was she who killed Master and so many innocent people in the world. She was the one who started the war in the world and made many people homeless and unable to live in peace.
And she was still so stubborn that she would continue to make mistakes again and again. It was in vain that her master died for her, but it did not make her look back. It only encouraged her devil's arrogance.
Behind him, Han Ziyue shouted: "No!"
Chu Mubai and Lan Zuiwu were also frightened. They didn't expect Ye Zhenfeng to be so impulsive.
Ye Zhenfeng was overwhelmed with grief and anger at this moment, and had long forgotten Han Ziyue's previous instructions. He simply believed that with his current strength, he might be able to kill the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord in a life-and-death fight. As long as the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord dies, all the troubles in this world will be over.
She is the source of this disaster, the source of all pain. Without her, maybe Nangong Qi would still be the gentleman in white sitting in the college teaching, still lazily basking in the sun and spending every day in a carefree manner.
Just when Ye Zhenfeng's hand was about to fall on Lingyuntian Linggai, a strong and powerful hand held his hand forcefully.
The strength of that hand was astonishingly strong, as if it was about to break his hand. Ye Zhenfeng couldn't help but be startled, and looked up at the person who blocked him. It was none other than Nangong Qi.
"Master?" Ye Zhenfeng saw a trace of familiarity in Nangong Qi's cold eyes, as if there was a trace of emotion deep in those amber-like eyes, but it was fleeting.
Nangong Qi hit him on the chest without hesitation, and Ye Zhenfeng was knocked away by the palm, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Master..." He looked up at Nangong Qi, who was dressed in black.
I saw his black clothes swaying in the wind, his white hair hanging lightly, and his tall figure approaching him step by step.
Han Ziyue immediately flew forward, wanting to stop Nangong Qi, but Ye Zhenfeng stopped her and said, "Ziyue, no."
Nangong Qi was like a tall giant, exuding a terrifying black aura of violence. He stepped closer to Ye Zhenfeng, then reached out and grabbed his neck, lifting him high.
"Pillow Wind——"
"Brother Ye!"
Chu Mubai and Lan Zuiwu were shocked and wanted to step forward to stop them.
Ling Yun, who had been standing aside and crying silently, had a silent expression. She did not stop Nangong Qi from taking action.
Han Ziyue reached out and grabbed the Blood Shadow Divine Needle. The Blood Shadow Divine Needle in her hand could pierce Nangong Qi's throat at any time.
However, Ye Zhenfeng, who was held high by Nangong Qi, had tears in his eyes and choked with pain: "Master...Father...Master...Father..."
Han Ziyue suddenly understood something. He seemed to want to awaken the soul in Nangong Qi's heart.
But after the battle in the Demon Valley, Nangong Qi had already lost his soul, so how could he have any remnant of his soul?
At this moment, Nangong Qi held Ye Zhenfeng's hand tighter.
Han Ziyue was ready to send out the Blood Shadow Divine Needle, but Nangong Qi said: "I - I am not - allowed - you - to - harm - her!"
Word by word, speak clearly, resolutely and resolutely.
Ling Yun couldn't help but was startled, tears burst out again, and she said: "Nangong Qi—stop!"
As expected, Nangong Qi put down Ye Zhenfeng obediently, and the black anger in him returned to his body. He turned back into a wooden person and walked slowly back to Ling Yun.
Nangong Qi once said before his death that he would protect Ling Yun and protect her throughout his life. This obsession was so deep into his bones that even though his soul was gone and only a broken body was left behind, he still remembered this obsession.
Ling Yun said: "Let's go. After today, when we meet again, it will be a sword-to-sword encounter!"
Chu Mubai looked at Nangong Qi who turned to leave with Ling Yun, and he couldn't help shouting in pain: "Master——"
The voice of Master had been suppressed in his heart for too long, so he shouted it out with all his strength, even to the point of becoming hoarse.
Nangong Qi's black clothes were fluttering, and his long white hair was swaying in the wind. He suddenly stopped. However, it was only a momentary pause before he continued to leave.
Lan Zuiwu looked at the two black figures walking away with a disappointed face, with dead leaves flying in the sky. Her heart was broken. In the end, she was so sad that she fainted.
"Drunken dance——" Chu Mubai stepped forward and hugged her.
Han Ziyue walked to Ye Zhenfeng's side, and his eyes looked into the distance with a trace of hatred.
He hated the Moon Worshiping Demon Lord, and he hated himself even more. Why was he so helpless in the face of his master's death? If he could have been pulled away from the Demon Sect earlier, would he not have died?
Han Ziyue looked at the fingerprints on his neck and felt a heartache in her heart. She comforted her softly: "Zhenfeng, the matter has come to this and there is nothing we can do. Let's go!"
Ye Zhenfeng was pulled by her and turned around in confusion. Nangong Qi was still alive, but it was no different from dead.
In the Chenxing Courtyard at night, there was one glass after another of strong drinks. It seemed that only this cold and ruthless wine could relieve the pain in Ye Zhenfeng's heart.
He seemed to understand why Master loved drinking so much back then. Maybe he didn't really like drinking, but just wanted to forget some people and things through drinking.
As a disciple, he had never shared the pain in Nangong Qi's heart.
Maybe he is wrong. Master lives in this world just on the surface. In fact, he is a very painful person. That is why he likes drinking so much. The most painful thing is that he is still a person who never gets drunk after a thousand cups. The wine master wants to drink to forget the pain, which is more difficult than others.
