The sky was very overcast, and the rolling cumulonimbus clouds were like thick ink-splashed landscapes. The courtyard of this execution palace master, quietly crouching in the shadows, occasionally sporadic lights are coming out from the corner of the room, the once famous and mysterious palace of the decisive palace, is now so depressed and cold? Dongfang Thunder showed a hint of ridicule on his face, and in this situation of lax garrison, Shen Jie must not be on the island. So he walked towards the main house of the three large tiled houses facing south.

"Squeak" pushed the door in, slightly adapted to the darkness in the room, Dongfang Thunder turned three times and found Shen Jie's bedroom. There are no antiques, vases, treasures and other red tape decorations, but a series of eight landscape folding marble screens separate the original monotonous space out of the twists and turns, with a bit of boudoir atmosphere. Turning the screen, the tables and chairs carved in stone, the narrow bed of white marble, are only covered with smooth and soft ferret skin. A celadon lotus leaf pillow. Very elegant.

Dongfang Jinglei placed Yaoxing on the bed, pulled the mink blanket and covered her tightly, looking at her haggard face, red, swollen and chapped lips, and the bruises behind her ears and neck that extended below the collar, Dongfang Jinglei was very remorseful, shook her head vigorously, and strode out. I found the kitchen, ordered two cooks, and saw that there was no exquisite liquid food, so I washed the rice by myself and cooked a nest of porridge carefully! One by one, the wood was thrown into the stove, and the jumping flames reflected the side of his perfect features, and his handsomeness revealed a non-angry and self-righteous bearing, which was not to be looked up to. His eyes, as deep as the night sky, fell into a blur because of the beating of the flames: it turned out that he still had such a delicate and lifelike side of the Oriental Thunder. The boiling porridge wafted from the unique aroma of rice, pulling back his distant thoughts. He quickly stirred up some ash and pressed back some of the coals that were burning vigorously, leaving only a medium fire, and finally changed it to a small fire. Finally, the moment the lid of the pot was lifted, a pot of japonica rice porridge that was neither thick nor thin, with the right shade and an attractive aroma, was ready. His stomach, which had not eaten water and rice for three days, suddenly became noisy. But remembering that Yao Xing, who was still in a coma, took a clay pot, filled it with a jar, and took a bowl and spoon, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and walked briskly towards the palace master's bedroom.

Yaoxing was still asleep. Dongfang Jinglei held the bowl in one hand, helped Ye Yaoxing in the other, leaned on his shoulder, tested the temperature, and fed a spoonful, who knew that as soon as the wound on Yaoxing's lips came into contact with the hot porridge, he shivered in pain, and woke up! The focus of his gaze gradually focused, and suddenly, he snatched the bowl with both hands, and poured it into his mouth in one go, regardless of whether it was hot or not!

"Watch out for the burn!" Dongfang Thunder helplessly helped her, breaking her arms to stop her tendency to put the bowl over her face. Who knows, Yao Xing didn't appreciate it at all, drank it in one go, stretched out the bowl towards him, frowned and swallowed twice, and roared: "I still want it!" ”

"Good, good, good!" Seeing that she had regained her spirits, Dongfang thundered and laughed, and took it and served her another bowl of it. In this way, a crockpot was quickly eaten to the bottom! Yao Xing threw the bowl at him, turned and lay down with his back to him, ignoring him. Dongfang Thunder was in a good mood and didn't mind her cold face at all. He also took the bowl and spoon back to the kitchen and ate seven minutes full - you must know that people who have been hungry for a long time are the most taboo to overeat at one time, so he only cooks some porridge, and both of them eat most of the full. After thinking about it, he found a basin, and poured half a basin on the kettle on the stove, intending to clean the girl's wound.

The door was open, and he sighed in his heart, and when he entered the room, he saw that there was no one on the bed, and there was no reason for a loss. Putting the basin on the table, she washed her face and lay down on the bed where she had just lain, thinking that even if Baiyue Dao and they were leaving, they would mark the island, so it was better to go around the island again at dawn tomorrow. It's that this girl deliberately avoided herself, and it's not good to chase after her now! But the wounds on her body ...... Tossing and turning, thinking a lot, suddenly heard the sound of a fight from the direction of the sea in the southeast outside. He leaped to his feet like a night owl, pushed open the window, lifted up to the roof, and ran towards the source of the sound in a single moment. From a distance, it looked like six women were fighting together. One of the women wrapped in a wide and ill-fitting black robe fell into the siege of five people, who was not Ye Yaoxing?

The women were fighting inextricably, only to feel the breeze blowing in their faces, and the figure in front of them flashed, and they lost their target. Turning around again, a tall and majestic beautiful man with the momentum of dominating the world had already taken the embarrassed enemy out of the encirclement, standing quietly on a big rock, looking at them condescendingly: "Where is the decisive palace master?" The women were intimidated by his momentum, and they were indecisive for a while, and they all looked at a woman who looked like a leader in her thirties.

"Take it all for me!" The woman shouted, took the lead, grabbed a sword flower and flew up to stab, and the remaining four women immediately followed and stabbed out the sword in their hand, the blade of the sword was different, it seemed to be a kind of sword formation. Dongfang Thunder Mask Frost, golden light flashed, a two-foot-long hidden blade slid into his hand, his left hand was still holding Ye Yaoxing, and he rushed into the battle circle, only to see a brilliant golden lotus flying in his hand, and the pop sound was endless, and the screams were higher than a louder. At such a close distance, Yao Xing finally understood that it was the same "Sword Mystery Book", and the dark green Qin Jian of a hundred miles was practiced as a long sword; However, the Oriental Thunder is used as a short dagger, which is much lighter than a hundred miles in length and weight, so it is faster and more powerful! But one inch is long and one inch is strong, and one inch is short and one inch is dangerous. If it is a hundred miles of thunder against the East, the two of them use the "Sword Mystery" stunt at the same time, but it may not be that the East Thunder has the advantage. Because Baili Xing and his sword will never allow the enemy to have time to hand the dagger into his chest.

Dongfang Thunder was so ruthless, the six female disciples were either pierced in the atrium or their throats were cut off with a knife, and when he stopped, everything fell silent, only the sound of the sea breeze sending waves crashing on the shore, so quiet as if it was a rare night - but only Yao Xing knew how bloody it was.

Yaoxing looked at the leading woman, it was Zhonglin, the hall master of the central hall, at this moment, her left chest was bleeding, and blood was constantly gushing out from the corners of her mouth, but her eyes were staring at Ye Yaoxing, motioning for her to step forward.

Yao Xing couldn't bear it, walked to her side, and said softly: "Zhonglin Hall Master, what else do you have to explain." ”

A large pool of blood gushed out from the corner of Zhonglin's mouth, and he gasped: "I never owe people a favor, you saved me, I'll give this to you!" She fumbled and ripped off a blood-red pendant around her neck, stuffed it into Yaoxing's hand, and looked at her fixedly, the blood in her throat was rolling, and she couldn't say a word, without waiting for Yaoxing to ask again, she had already lost her breath, but her eyes were still as wide as copper bells, and she grabbed Yaoxing's hand and made it take Yaoxing a lot of effort to break it open.

Yao Xing let out a long sigh and stood up. There is some numbness, she has experienced too many things, she has suffered too many injuries, and she knows the reincarnation of the world, she is no longer the Ye Yaoxing who trembled in the face of the tragic slaughter in the canyon on the outskirts of Chang'an! Is this sad? Or is it gratifying?

Now, where do I go? Yao Xing raised her eyes and looked around and found that the world was so big, but there was no place for her! Go to the Master? He is now controlled by Biyou, and he is neither a ghost nor a ghost; Back to Bailixing? What happened in the dungeon, what else to see him? Go to Shen Yiyan? He has the sweetness who is obsessed with him and guards him, even though he still has affection for me, should he rely on his charity? Ye Yao Xing, Ye Yao Xing, what are you doing all this way? For Master's mission? For Shen Yiyan's love? For the kindness of a hundred miles? For the first time, Yaoxing thought deeply about this deep-seated question, and in the end, he couldn't give an answer that could convince him. She indifferently clenched the jade pendant still with blood in her hand and walked towards Qixia Lake in the west of Gufang Island.

With a tightening of her wrist, Dongfang Thunder pulled her back: "Where are you going?" Yao Xing glanced at him mockingly: "I don't have to report to you where I go, right?" Oriental Young Heroes? Dongfang Thunder caught the despair in her eyes, her heart was stabbed fiercely, and she couldn't help but let go of her hand. Yao Xing bent the corners of her mouth contemptuously and walked away.

Qixia Lake, the former Grand Canyon of the Dragon Clan, the grave of countless abandoned babies of the Dragon Clan, and the birthplace of the High Priest of Biyou! Biyou? Yao Xing couldn't help but think of Master's Poisonous Demon Venerable. Shi Niang has died, and the only belief that has supported him to live for so many years is gone, even if Biyou does not "borrow the corpse to return the soul", he will be mad, and he will no longer be the master he is familiar with!

The hazy sky, the vast Qixia Lake seems to have fully absorbed the dark breath, heavy, stagnant, and depressing, as if a huge magic eye is enchanting her, and she can't help but walk towards the lake. Suddenly, her figure was stunned, she was pulled back, and Dongfang was shocked and angry: "Are you crazy? ”

"Me?" Yao Xing was dazed, and after seeing the person in front of him clearly, the hatred condensed little by little, and his sloppy eyes shrank into knives. A move "Stone of Other Mountains", with lightning speed, elbowed the "Xuanji Acupoint" on his chest, and without waiting for him to change his move, his body slid diagonally and slipped away two feet, and shouted: "You stay away from me, the East is thundering!" Otherwise, don't blame me for fighting with you! ”

"Ye Yaoxing, with you? If you want to fight hard with the deity, you don't have enough capital! Acquaintances, wait for the deity for a month, the deity is tired of playing, maybe he will consider letting you go! Dongfang thundered and chased after him relentlessly, and his ruthless side was exposed.