Chapter 10: How Much Hate the West Wind Makes (4)
As soon as the words fell, there was a loud bang. I knew it badly and almost rushed into the room. Looking around, I saw Yan Le huddled in the corner, his face like white paper without blood.
I choked, my nose sour, and my eyes were blurry.
"Human language, I hurt so much!"
I had mixed feelings in my heart, and rushed forward to hold Yan Le in my arms, "It's okay, it's okay, Yanchen asked me to bring you medicine, and it's okay to apply it." ā
I uncovered Raku's clothes, and the whip marks blurred his flesh and blood, and the whip marks seemed to be embedded in my heart and could not be healed.
The powder was evenly smeared on the body of the rock musician, and my tears fell along with the powder.
"Are you crying?" Iwaku suddenly looked back at me and grinned at me with his pale lips.
I gently patted him on the shoulder, "At this time, you are still teasing me, Yanchen hit you with something today, why is this injury getting worse and worse?" ā
"This whip is soaked in demon blood, and it's the only thing that can hurt us."
He raised his hand to wipe away the tears that had not yet fallen from my cheeks, and rested on my arm with his eyes closed, "Don't go, stay with me here." ā
I see that he is scarred almost all for me, how can I refute his words.
For a long time, Yan Le stopped talking and was quiet like a sculpture. I was staring at him when suddenly a puff of green smoke came out of my pocket and transformed into a mysterious form.
"Mystery? How did you get out? Don't you dislike these yin and death breaths the most? "I wanted to get up and grab him, but Yanle fell asleep in my arms and I couldn't get out.
Xuan Ao said: "I'll come to see Yan Le!" ā
I was stunned, Xuan Ao had already walked in front of Yan Le. His eyes were full of pity, as if the autumn water in the south was gentle and long.
"Why do you think that's what you think of Rock Music?"
Xuan Ao sighed, "There are some things you don't know, but I do. I just feel too sorry for him, but I was born like this. ā
I didn't understand the meaning of Xuan Ao's words, "Xuan Ao, what do you mean by this?" ā
"You! Yan Le had already been injured by the demon hunter when the Hailan Pavilion was full, and he learned from Yi Qingchen that he could snatch your soul from Yama's hands, and he broke into the underworld to save you despite his injuries. ā
"So he..."
"Originally, his injuries would have healed sooner when he returned to the Northern Styx Mountain, but he knew that there would be an ancient demon beast Nine Babies born in the plain where you are. In order to snatch the Nine Babies and domesticate them, he recognized you as the Lord, so he stayed there all the time. It's a pity that it was destroyed by the Zhao family's father and son. ā
I listened in a daze, Yan Le has always been innocent and straightforward, when did he have these thoughts and know how to plan for me.
Xuan Ao said: "You say I don't feel sorry for him?" ā
"Why would Iwraku do these things for me?"
"How do I know? When he wakes up, you can just ask him if he can't? ā
Xuan Ao ignored me, but put his hand behind Yan Le and quietly poured spiritual power into his body. Yan Le frowned at first, and soon his brow stretched.
The scars on Ikaraku's back slowly became lighter, slowly healed, and gradually became smoother. It seemed to have been replaced with new flesh and skin, and there was no sign of any injury.
"Xuan Ao, you spend spiritual power like this, can you hold it?"
"Whoever made you have a heart with me, you worry about him, I feel. I don't want to see rock music so uncomfortable. "Then turn into green smoke and burrow into the stone mirror.
It was the sun that went west, striking obliquely on the mountain. The flower forest was covered with a warm light, and a gentle and hazy red light shot out through the blue gauze bronze.
Vaguely saw a head poking out from behind the veil, and it was Yanchen.
He made a booing motion and motioned for me to stop. The hall was so quiet that the sound of him stepping could be heard clearly.
Iwachen walked to Iwaku's side, tore his clothes and glanced at him, "You healed his wounds?" ā
I shook my head, "It's not me, it's Xuanmy." ā
"Xuan Ao is by your side? Are you a prophet? Can you flip through the book of fortunes and know the past and future? ā
I nodded, "What is written in the Book of Destiny may not be true, and even if it does happen, the Prophet is not allowed to meddle in the arrangement of changing fate." ā
Yanchen's eyes were gloomy, and his face sank as he looked at the flower of the tree outside the window. It was as if the light was crushed, and bit by bit fell on Yanchen's face. The streamer is fleeting, and it suddenly brings out the sorrow of Yanchen, which is thicker and thicker.
"What do you want me to show you?"
Yan Chen turned his face away from me, his eyes fluctuated for the first time, "I want you to see the future of Cheng Shuo for me." ā
"Okay, when Yanle wakes up, I'll go read the book of life."
"Thank you."
Surprise passed by my cheeks, and I couldn't help but look at Iwanchen. He chuckled, faint but like a light that suddenly fell between the ice and snow, very gentle.
I said, "No thanks, but I want to ask you to promise me not to beat rock music with that whip in the future." ā
Yanchen got up and walked to the window with his hands in his hands, "You are not the corpse master, you don't know what the lord of the clan should do. If I harm the Corpse Clan because of Yan Le's momentary nonsense, I will be a sinner of the Corpse Clan. ā
"What Yan Le did seems to you to be a nonsense, but is it really a nonsense to the corpse clan?"
Iwasan turned to look at me, and I met his eyes. After a while, Yan Chen lowered his head, "Maybe you're right, maybe I've always regarded Yan Le as a child all these years, but I forgot that he has lived for tens of thousands of years and is no longer a child." ā
He paced out the door, slowly walking on the curve, looking left and right, and every cluster of flowers looked carefully.
I sighed silently in my heart, Yan Chen obviously loved Yan Le above Ling Cheng said, but he made a strict appearance in front of Yan Le, which was unpredictable.
"Sss Yan Le raised his eyebrows and slowly opened his eyes.
Outside the window, the moon was already rising in the east and the sun was going west. Ambilight, red sky. It seems to be ingenious and beautiful.
"Thank you for staying with me today." He moved and felt the comfort in his back, "You healed my wounds?" ā
"It's not me, it'sā" I gritted my teeth and my heart was crossed, "It was Yanchen who cured it for you." ā
Yan Le let out a low sigh, stood up and touched his stomach, "Let's go!" I am hungry. ā
I sat still, and he hurriedly pulled me up, "Let's go!" Let's go down the mountain! ā
"You, you still dare to go down the mountain? Last time something so big happened, how did you..."
"This time is different, you are no longer the humble person who heard people's words with low spiritual power. You are the future demon lord, the current patriarch of the water tribe among the demon clans! Rock Le pushed me out the door with a half-push.
I wondered, "You say I'm the patriarch of the Water Demon Clan?" How so? ā
"You are the daughter of the Snow Maiden, and like the Snow Maiden, you are mainly responsible for controlling snow. The spiritual power of the water demon is originally above the other demons of the demon clan, so you only need a little practice to already be the power of the demon clan. ā
Rock Le took my hand and jumped on the monkey, "Now, I'll take you to a place. ā