"What the hell have you done to my apprentice? Why would her body refuse to accept her soul? ”

The Western Witch Lord glared at Gong Yuyao angrily, and the long sword in his hand shook and shook, as if it might slash into his face at any time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because her soul was forced out, probably because her body felt that Shen Yaohua was dead, she completely closed it and refused to accept anything external and internal.

Therefore, his Yuan Dan can't be taken out, and Shen Yaohua's soul can't go back.

Gong Yuyao knew the reason, but he felt that it was better not to tell the West Witch Lord.

Because if he says the result, I'm afraid it will go all the way back to the beginning.

He didn't bother to say it, and he didn't want to mention some things again.

So he pointed at Mo Yi Cang and said, "He should have a way." ”

So the West Witch Lord turned around and raised his sword, pointed at Mo Yi Cang and called: "You, it's you, hurry up!" ”

Mo Yi Cang was teasing Qiao Xiaoyou, and when he heard the words of the West Witch Lord, he immediately jumped up and trotted over.

Gong Yuyao touched his chin and paced to the side, and his heart began to feel a little awkward again.

When did he fall to the same treatment as an undisciplined goblin?

No, he doesn't treat a woman as well.

Mo Yi Cangluo's attitude towards the West Witch Lord was much more like a dog's leg than for him, and he nodded and was simply thrown into the face of men in the world.

I'm afraid he hasn't used this kind of attitude towards his master!

Gong Yuyao shook his head sadly and walked further.

"You clean up the evil obstacle first, and then put her soul in place."

The West Witch Lord spoke coolly, and explained what Moyi Cangzhen was going to do next.

"Okay, okay, you can rest first, that evil obstacle can't be cleaned up in a while."

Mo Yi Cang's good attitude makes people feel weird.

The West Witch Lord glanced at him suspiciously and said, "I'm just staring here, lest you do anything." ”

"How is it possible, the last person in the world who wants her to have an accident is definitely me."

Mo Yi Cang is both aggrieved and serious.

He was half a head shorter than the Western Witch Lord, his long unkempt hair wrapped him around like a cocoon-shaped hairball, he couldn't see his mouth when he spoke, and his eyes were covered by messy hair, and he could only distinguish his emotions from his tone.

The West Witch Lord snorted unmoved: "You don't want her to have an accident for someone else, you'd better not let her have an accident, otherwise I'll go and clean up the person you care about the most." ”

She does what she says, and no one who knows her well will doubt it.

"Don't, don't...... I'm really scared of you, but I'm only going to do my part, to temporarily remove the poisonous blood of the Phoenix Gu, and as for her soul, you still have to find that one. ”

Mo Yi Cang glanced at Gong Yu with a bitter face.

The West Witch Lord frowned slightly, and nodded faintly.

Mo Yi Cangpestle said again: "Please stay away from the witch master for the time being, our clan's secret method must not be leaked." ”

"Less nonsense, will I be rare of your demon things?"

The West Witch Lord snorted softly, and Mo Yi Cang immediately made a bitter face again, sighed in his heart, and resigned himself to casting a spell.

Qiao Xiaoyou came to Gong Yuyao's side at this time, glanced at the carriage with his eyes, and said angrily: "Master, that long-haired monster cursed you just now, saying that if the master does not leave the world quickly, it will be a great disaster, and it will be a serious injury...... Anyway, master, you should beat him up, I think his mouth is underbeaten. ”

Gong Yuyao narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Don't be busy beating him, I still have a lot to ask him." ”

He wants to take this opportunity to figure out all the unverifiable speculations in his heart, and then he can let go of some things and some things he doesn't have to do.

At the same time, he felt that things would not go as smoothly as he had imagined.

Since he came to the world, almost nothing has gone well.

It was as if there was a mysterious force in the shadows that had been working against him.

That force can always pave the road he is going to take with thorns at critical times under the pretense of others, and raise the wind and sand, making it difficult for him to walk and unable to see the way forward.

He originally thought that the power behind it would be Moyi Cangyu, because he didn't think that anyone in the mortal world would have that much power, but when he saw the deity, he was not so sure.

So he had to ask even more clearly.

However, the power of the darkness came out against him again.

Mo Yi Cang ran away, and the West Witch Lord stopped him, and the little demon Qiao who chased him would definitely return in vain.

The West Witch Lord stuffed Shen Yaohua's soul back into his hands, and said with a cold face: "His business is done, now it's up to you, if you can't return me a good apprentice, you will always be a guest in my West Witch, please!" ”

So Gong Yuyao became the first male guest of Xiwu and lived in a small misty courtyard above the mountain.

The clouds and mist were arrayed, and ordinary people could not see the scene in it, but he could see the situation outside from the courtyard, including the courtyard where his disciples lived.

He saw Feng Xianhua from the crowd at a glance, she was casually talking to the girl next to her, and she covered her lips and smiled from time to time.

Gong Yuyao squinted slightly, and said to the West Witch Lord beside him, "You saved her?" ”

There was a sense of reproach and disappointment in his voice unconsciously, very faint, but the West Witch Lord heard it at once, and he also understood the reason for the blame and disappointment.

He was blaming her for not being fair enough, disappointed that he felt she was fair.

"It's not me, I don't know exactly what happened, why don't you talk to me carefully."

The West Witch Lord was a little embarrassed, and at the same time felt that Gong Yuyao was a little inexplicable, he was not her elder, why did he treat her with that attitude.

"You better ask her, she knows better than anyone else, and it would be best if she could tell the truth to you, the witch master."

Gong Yuyao smiled sarcastically and turned back into the room.

"I will naturally take care of my Xiwu affairs, you better let my apprentice come back to life quickly, otherwise I will stew your horse!"

The West Witch Lord raised his brows, and it took a while to resist the urge to fight him, and he snorted and turned away angrily.

After Gong Yuyao entered the room, he sat next to the simple wooden bed, on which lay Shen Yaohua's vivid and dead body.

There was pain and fear on her face, and her face was pale to blue, except for her lips.

Her countenance was frozen at the moment her soul left her body, and her lips were stained with his blood, and she couldn't wipe it off.

And her soul was placed in the middle of her heart by him, half-penetrating and curled up into a restless slumber.

Such a small lump is just enough for him to hold in the palm of his hand, almost weightless, with a refreshing warmth.

But her face was cold, and it was not warm to cover her.

Gong Yuyao's hand was lightly attached to her face, his eyes were silent and his eyes were silent on her soul, and he said slowly: "Your spirit body is a strange treasure, a strange treasure that you can't ask for, and now it happens to swallow my Yuan Dan, as long as I refine your spirit body, I can break all the difficulties." ”

"You once said that you owe me a lot, if I want to take something from you, I can take it directly, if I can keep your soul and slowly refine a better body for you, are you willing to give me your spiritual body?"

The man on the bed was silent, and the soul in his heart was only uneasy and sleeping, unable to hear him or answer.

Gong Yuya didn't speak anymore after asking, just stared at her soul, half-hung her long eyelashes, and sat herself down as a statue.

Time passes slowly like sand between your fingers, and it doesn't stop at anyone's heart.

Sunset, sunrise, just like another cycle.

Gong Yuyao sat in silence for nearly a day and a night, and when the morning sun sprinkled on the window lattice, leaving dappled light and shadow at his feet, he gently closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.