Song Yu's black windbreaker was blown trembling, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, staring at the behemoth in front of him calmly, and his tone was indifferent: "You are Cen Biqing, right?" ”

The affirmative tone made Mi Deng a little confused, isn't Xiaoqing a snake, how did he become a fish spirit?

He sneered and went further and further down the road of grumpyness. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yes and what? Isn't it? ”

It seems that it is indeed not easy for Song Yu to correct him.

Song Yu paused, waved his big palm, and the lush bamboo forest like stars behind him squirmed, and strings of neat ghost fires came through, floating faintly in the air.

The kun raised its head and let out a long roar, fanning its huge wings with disdain, the thunder roared overhead, a white lightning bolt crossed the black oppressive clouds, and the whistling wind and rain pierced into the fragile bones like a freshly polished silver needle, and even the crisp sound of breaking could be heard. Everyone put their arms in front of their faces, couldn't stop taking a few steps back, and the ghost fire floating in mid-air was frightened to flicker and dark, gathering together, looking from a distance, it looked like a flame.

Song Yu was still standing tall as a pine on the front stone steps, his expression was calm, the jade tree was in the wind, the cold raindrops wet his short hair that had just grown, and the crystal water droplets slowly slid down the forehead, as if he had forgotten the Kun with teeth and claws in front of him.

Mi Deng was so anxious that he looked at the arrogant Kun, he paused for a moment, and suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.

The Futu Pagoda glowed with a light like gold, and the person who illuminated it could not open his eyes, and the lamp held it high above his head, and shouted: "Demon...... Why don't you get caught soon? ”

Song Yu turned around and saw Mi Deng holding a pagoda, constantly reciting a series of incomprehensible Sanskrit words in his mouth, his heart sank at that time, and he secretly screamed badly, he didn't have time to think, he jumped up, kicked Mi Deng's wrist, and the pagoda glowing with golden light fell in response.

Mi Deng was shocked, reacted, and roared in confusion: "What are you doing??" ”

Senior brother said that if you are a demon, you have to accept it......

Song Yu looked at him silently for a while, frowned slightly, his eyes swept over Gu Qing who was standing aside, and there was a trace of impatience in his phoenix eyes, as if to warn.

Gu Qing understood.

"Huh?"

Mi Deng was about to step forward to question, but Gu Qing boldly blocked him and did not let him agree. Mi Deng was still walking on the confused track for a while, and occasionally taking this kind of tough measures was indeed effective, and soon Mi Deng accepted this method happily under Gu Qing's mediation.

He picked up the floating pagoda that had fallen to the ground, lifted up the soaked sleeves, and carefully wiped it, and in a few moments, the poor pagoda that had just been liberated from the dark corner, bid farewell to the hard-won light, and was stuffed back into the dilapidated cloth bag.

Looking at Kun, who was writhing his body irritably, Song Yu looked the same, sighed softly, and could only start again, operating the scheduled steps step by step.

Kun was a little frenzied, scoffing at Mi Deng's behavior, and said in a mocking tone: "Why? Why can't we be tolerated? ”

Song Yu let it vent, and after a while, he put his index finger to his mouth and made a silent motion, the water beads slid down the bridge of his tall nose and landed on his white fingertips, he blinked, his thin lips squirmed slightly, and he said calmly.

"Please forgive us for our recklessness, don't be afraid of what you'll hear next, don't think about things that make you miserable, give yourself some hope, okay?"

Kun shook his head, reluctant to make some new connections with him.

Song Yu smiled: "What? Do you think what I'm doing won't have a beneficial effect on you? ”

Kun stared at the man in front of him who was as warm as jade, his gill cover wings moving regularly, it just shook its head again, not weighing and contemplating, although its desire was strong, but there was always a stream of voices in its ears, telling it that it was impossible.

How long has it been? More than a thousand years, right? Still got rid of it?

"How can you know if you don't try?" Song Yu didn't show any other feelings, but there was a slight smile hidden in his eyes.

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his hand, and the raindrops slapped on his bony hands, and bounced away mischievously, as if he was playing hide and seek.

"Go ahead...... Xiaoqing ......"

A slightly mournful voice came up from the bottom of the lake, and then the huge python jumped across the lake, winding in the air, and its long body wrapped around the silent kun, slowly transforming into a woman with a pretty face.

She floated in front of Kun, her white arms gently encircling its huge head, she closed her eyes slightly, smiled, and her slender fingertips gently rubbed its somewhat viscous skin.

"Xiaoqing...... Trust me, we'll be free. ”

Kun carefully looked at Mo's slightly raised face, her clean yellow pupils glinting with hope, her warm breath spraying through the raindrops on its face, its cold body trembling slightly.

Oh, yes! It also craves warmth.

After a moment's hesitation, it nodded slightly.

Amo took a step back, happily spinning in mid-air like a child, happy laughter echoing through the valley. Amo rolled over and jumped on its broad back, and Kun hesitated for a moment and swam two steps forward.

Song Yu stretched out his fingers and stroked its slightly uneasy face, and said, "I'll help you." ”

Tears sparkled from Kun's bright eyes, and they slid down like pearls and melted into the rain. In fact, fish can shed tears, but they are in the water, and we can't see them.

The black clouds overhead slowly dispersed, the dripping raindrops stopped, and the bright sunlight peeked through the thin clouds, poking out its round head, and the wind and sun were beautiful. From a distance, the colorful arch bridge hangs high on it, like the legendary steps leading to the Nantianmen.

Song Yu stood on tiptoe, his tall body involuntarily and slowly rose, he looked at Ah Mo who was staring at her with his head up, the corners of his lips hooked up a slight smile, and said, "Give me your bone whistle." ”

Ah Mo was stunned, he didn't know what he wanted the bone whistle to do, but he didn't have any objections, he reached out and took it out from his waist, and threw it over, the purple bone whistle crossed a graceful arc in mid-air, and landed firmly in Song Yu's palm.

In the blink of an eye, the exquisitely carved whistle turned into powder.

Ah Mo bit his lip, looking like he wanted to say something and stopped, it was very painful.

Song Yu waved his palm, and the purple powder was sparsely scattered, and the bright crystals were like hard crystals, and the sound of them colliding with each other could be heard. Behind him, the ghostly fire shrank in fright, for fear of being splashed, and they all ran around.

I don't know when, Song Yu had an extra black cloak in his hand, his fingers turned slightly, and the cloak turned into a huge canvas, which was smoothly spread in the air, and suddenly he wrapped it tightly in front of Kun, and the purple crystal powder fell on it, emitting a dazzling light.

Gu Danying squinted her eyes slightly, staring directly at the cloak wrapped around Kun's body, and couldn't help but be surprised, that wasn't it...... Isn't it worn by Song Yu in the tomb?

Didn't you say that the funeral goods would get dirty after being in it for a long time?

After a while, the light dissipated, and everyone fixed their eyes to see that the huge Kun that had been floating in mid-air was gone, and was replaced by a handsome gentleman.

The emanation of his cheeks was casually tied behind his head, and he drooped down softly, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his thin lips were pursed under the bridge of his high nose. He floated forward, and the crescent-white boots finally landed on the blue-gray stone steps, and the bright red flower that had just burst out of the fangs and claws immediately drooped its head, and stood there quietly, bowing its head.

Song Yu pinched a trick casually, and the black cloak disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.