"There are a lot of three souls, seven spirits and one soul?"

King Bian Cheng suddenly turned around and glared at Jun Mo, and grabbed it in the air, the water of Furong Lake suddenly exploded, and a strong yin wind hung over, Jun Mo only felt that his neck was tight, and he was thrown down by King Bian Cheng fiercely, and fell on the grass not far away: "What did you do to Chang Yue?" ”

Jun Mo turned over, a mouthful of blood stains flowed down the corners of his lips, he snorted coldly, wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and a scene from Peach Blossom Valley flashed in front of him, could it be that by chance, he opened the painting scroll by chance, and actually called the Taoist priest's will, and included a trace of the remnant soul of white jade in Chang Yue's body into the painting?

For a moment, Jun Mo's face showed a look of pain, but in the blink of an eye, he collected Bai Yu's entire soul into the painting scroll? Suddenly there was some helplessness and self-blame.

Before Jun Mo could stand firmly, King Bian Cheng strode out, a flash of silver light like a sharp sword, straight towards Jun Mo, it seemed that he had made a dead hand, Jun Mo dodged, the edge staggered his heart, and rushed into Jun Mo's left arm.

Jun Mo snorted in pain, clenched his teeth, and the blood foam stained his red and white teeth.

Bian Chengwang's blue eyes are ferocious, he has never been so unable to be calm, he took great pains to rescue Xiaoyu's soul from the prohibition and reshape it with Chang Yue's body.

However, this snake demon actually sucked the remnant soul in Chang Yue's body into the painting scroll, can he not be angry? He wished that three thousand years ago, regardless of the will of heaven, would recover it and beat it back to the circle.

King Bian Cheng raised his hand, the sky-breaking knife was in his hand, the edge flashed, the day was eclipsed, the wind and clouds were surging, and the edge flashed back and forth on Jun Mo's body.

"Old Ghost ......"

Jun Mo's breath was weak, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but be afraid: "Don't be impulsive, I, I have a way to rescue Bai Yu's soul from the painting scroll, as long as you put away the Sky Breaking Knife, I, I am willing, willing to save Bai Yu, return to Longyue Kingdom, and never pester her again." ”

What Jun Mo is afraid of is not the sky-breaking knife in his hand, it's just that death is too worthless, he has thought of thousands of ways to die, but he never thought that he would die on the sky-breaking knife in the hands of the old ghost, he knows that he did make a mistake, a mistake that he can't forgive himself.

"Uncle Bian......"

At this moment, the sun was setting, and Chang Yue's emerald green Luo Qun, reflecting the blood red of the sunset, stopped not far away, and saw the sky-breaking knife in the hand of King Bian Cheng at a glance, and she was so frightened that she slowly retreated.

"This king will believe you one last time." King Bian Cheng threw the scroll to Jun Mo and put away the Sky Breaking Knife.

"Uncle Bian, you ...... Why hit him? Chang Yueming's big eyes flickered, blinking, and the two tufts of eyelashes were like saucer wings, looking at Jun Mo's back swaying away.

With a small nose, pink lips, a pointed and delicate chin, a pink little face, and a hint of baby fat, it still can't hide her thin body, and the long hair that is enough to reach the knees is like a gorgeous cloak, draped in the afterglow of the sunset, and covered with silky soft water, which makes people want to caress it.

King Bian Cheng looked at her, today, it seems that she has dressed up, and there is a kind of quiet beauty of a fairy descending to earth.

"He did something that made my uncle very angry." King Bian Cheng walked back to the tea table.

Chang Yue's face was cold, although Uncle Bian didn't like to talk on weekdays, he cared for her, like at this moment, she should be like in Peach Blossom Valley, when the sun sets, he will take off his robe and put it on her, and suddenly prevaricating words, coupled with his cold and arrogant back, Chang Yue pursed her lips and followed.

She was careful and delicate, how could she not feel this subtle change.

"Uncle, ...... last night" Chang Yue hesitated, as if asking herself, whether to lie, whether to lie: "Last night, I saw Sister Bai again, she ......"

King Bian Cheng turned his eyes and looked at Chang Yue, who was spitting and spitting, and he didn't see anything for a long time, Chang Yue raised his eyes and didn't dare to look at his uncle's blue eyes, he always felt that he couldn't hide anything, and his heart was pounding and jumping.

She ...... Crying again? King Bian Cheng frowned.

"No...... There is no ......" Chang Yue waved her hand again and again, her pink lower lip bit between the jade teeth, her voice became smaller and smaller, and she almost couldn't hear herself: "Sister Bai, she is happy." ”

"Chang Yue, there are some things, you already know, uncle will tell the truth......"

Before King Bian Cheng's words were finished, Chang Yue's shoulders trembled, his hands clutched his shirt tightly, and he stepped forward and said, "Yue'er doesn't know, she doesn't know anything." ”

King Bian Cheng looked at Chang Yue in surprise, Xiang was a little white rabbit who had been frightened, could it be that she already knew that her life was not long?

"There is a definite number in life, not that you can do whatever you want." King Bian Cheng's words were flat, and he kept looking at Chang Yue.

"There's at least one thing you can do whatever you want." Chang Yue's eyes are bright and resolute.

"Oh?" King Bian Cheng was slightly stunned.

"Yue'er, I hope my uncle can hug me." Chang Yue pursed her lips, and after speaking, her eyes lowered shyly, and her cheeks burned like fire.

King Bian Cheng smiled lightly, watching the dead qi on Chang Yue's body getting stronger and stronger, if he was not mistaken, she probably wouldn't have more than these three days, and suddenly felt that her cleverness and cleverness, as well as the empty eyes that couldn't reflect any scenery when they met for the first time, were about to dissipate.

"Yes." King Bian Cheng nodded and spread his hands slightly.

Chang Yue suddenly smiled, pounced, jumped into the crook of King Bian Cheng's arm, felt his broad chest, his fingers were slender and flexible and warm, constantly rubbing on his hair, closing his eyes, burying his head into his neck, and feeling his body temperature and heartbeat too much......

"It's getting late, it's time to go back." King Bian Cheng patted her on the back.

Chang Yue hugged her tighter, King Bian Cheng's face was calm, and she suddenly felt a trace of wetness on her neck, was she crying? "Chang Yue? ”

"Uncle, don't move, in fact, the big sister in my body is gone, I thought you would never hold Yue'er again, and you would never be good to Yue'er again."

Chang Yue's crying gradually became irrepressible, entangled in words, and the sound like a copper bell was like a broken string, evoking the softest piece of flesh in people's hearts.

"No......"

King Bian Cheng's heart was cold, sure enough, Junmo told her everything, this was the first time he saw Chang Yue crying, she was a delicate girl, sometimes she chewed on her lovesickness for Dongchangguo, she squatted under the peach blossom tree and counted the petals, she was affectionate and lonely, but she never shed tears.

As the sun sets, Chang Yue sobbed on the shoulders of King Bian Cheng, his body gradually flattened, the early stars, sparsely climbed up to the sky, a round of Xuanyue, exuding a faint silver light, and occasionally dark clouds passed by, obscuring the brilliance of the crescent moon for a while.

"Chang Yue?" King Bian Cheng screamed tentatively, but there was no reply.

"Yue'er ......" King Bian Cheng's voice raised, put her down, and held her in his arms.

Her hands quietly slipped from Bian Chengwang's neck, hanging weakly on her sides, her wet eyelashes were clinging to her eyes, crystal tears hung in her ears, her long hair hung down to the ground, sprinkled with a layer of soft moonlight, she seemed to be asleep.