The night was silent, the moon was hidden in the clouds, a few stars were sparsely scattered on the dark sky, and the red rain became the only bright color in the night sky.

The rain silk is like a gauze curtain covering the gossip platform, separating the outside world, Dawa hangs upside down in the air and rolls the red skirt, and the dark green underpants in the skirt are also rolled up, revealing the white calves like snow lotus, like a poppy flower that is carried upside down.

The poppy flower, delicate and delicate, like a poppy rather than a poppy, is also obsessed, after all, it is a non-toxic and a poisonous.

Dawa committed suicide, without a sword, without using poison, it was to feed the blood beads with her own essence and spirit, and the essence and blood were exhausted, and the spirit was scattered, and the connection between the blood beads and her was completely broken, and at the same time, the connection between the blood beads and Zha Cuo was also completely broken, they were all related to the blood beads, and the blood pole yin array could be completely broken.

Hu Xianxian looked at everything in front of him stupidly, tears blurred his eyes, the red gauze skirt danced in the wind, the skirt was embroidered with colorful geometric patterns with Fanbang characteristics, and he seemed to see Dawa still dancing, dancing elegantly and smartly, and the dance style had the beauty of the Central Plains, and the unrestrained enthusiasm of Fanbang......

The red rain is flying, like the red candle tears in the Daxi cave room, like the blood and bitter tears of the lover's parting from death, and the tears of compassion after seeing the vicissitudes of the world.

Drop by drop, the blood dripped faster and faster, converging into a blood line that flowed into the Dharma platform, the blood was extremely red, and the red was extremely bewitching, but Dawa's face was terrifyingly pale, as if it would be broken and floating away when the wind blew.

Dawa's eyes are as clear as an ice pool, and she can see obvious remorse, and she can also see that she has no regrets, whether it is regret or no regrets!

Hu Xianxian's heart hurt as if he was being rubbed by two iron hands, and secretly swore fiercely: Zacuo, I will kill you with the most cruel and ruthless means, and let you die in the most tragic and desolate way!

Perhaps seeing what Hu Xianxian was thinking, Dawa's faint voice sounded: "I love the god of the end desperately, but I also know that blindly obeying him and conniving at him is harming him, and I just want to pay for his blood debt, eliminate his sins, and seek a chance to live." ”

"Or is it for him?!" Hu Xianxian asked angrily.

Dawa chuckled poignantly, and the love hidden in her eyes overflowed gently: "Yes, it's all for him." No matter how many unforgivable sins he committed, I always believe that he also retains his original goodness and buries the most true feelings in the depths of his heart. ”

Greed, hatred, ignorance, and delusion are taboos in cultivation, and they are obsessions that must be broken, but Hu Xianxian couldn't tell Dawa how to be wise is the right state of mind.

She doesn't think Dawa deserves it, nor does she sympathize with Dawa, but she doesn't want to see Dawa dissipate into heaven and earth like this......

At the other end of the connection with the Blood Bead, Zacuo anxiously shouted for his subordinates to stop Cheng Haofeng, and he had to free his hand to stop Dawa's self-destructive actions.

Cheng Haofeng broke into the cave alone, broke through more than a dozen mechanisms, dodged countless hidden weapons, had deep wounds on his left shoulder and lower abdomen, and other small abrasions were all over his body, and finally broke into the cave of the Zacuo remote control formation.

There are too many caves in the maze to count, this is a round arched cave with a radius of five zhang and a height of three zhang and three zhang high, and in the middle is a gossip platform that is exactly the same as the center of the night city.

Cheng Haofeng slashed, slashed, and stabbed directly, every move and style had a chilling murderous aura, looking at Zacuo, new hatreds and old grudges broke out, and it was difficult to calm down if he didn't kill Zacuo!

The cold aura of the sword light enveloped the entire cave, and Cheng Haofeng seemed to turn into a sharp sword, and the Mo Bing Sword was only the sharpest edge of this sword.

The stone floor of the cave was full of corpses, but the blood did not flow much, the sword was as fast as electricity, a sword sealed the throat, and because of the cold condensation of the Mo Bing Sword, many people who were killed had only a small blood spot in the fatal place.

Seeing that he was about to get close to Zha Cuo, but all his subordinates were not afraid of death and volunteered to rush up as a meat shield, and it was difficult for Cheng Haofeng to directly attack Zha Cuo.

Half of Zhatso's subordinates were so loyal because of duty and respect, and half because of fear. Because rushing up to block Cheng Haofeng is just a death, and he can die quite neatly, if he is found by Zha Cuo and does not come forward desperately, then I don't know what punishment he will be given, and he will end up worse than dead.

However, no matter how many people rushed in, they still couldn't stop Cheng Haofeng, who was as fierce as a killing god, and the ink ice sword stabbed into the dark red light curtain that shrouded the gossip platform!

A few blue lightning bolts flashed on the dark red light curtain, like a small dragon leaping and biting on the light curtain, and cracks appeared on the light curtain in an instant.

"Whoa!" The sound of electricity sounded, the light curtain cracked, and countless pieces of broken light reflected the scenes in countless caves.

In an instant, the broken light flew away, and the light and shadow intertwined, like a dream that contained a dangerous experience, and disappeared without a trace like waking up from a dream.

Zacuo frowned, his ten fingers interlocked, and his left index finger pointed directly in the direction of Night City, but he sensed that his control over the blood bead was getting weaker and weaker.

Cheng Haofeng urged the aura to enter the ink ice sword again, and he must kill Zacuo under the sword when he was a little weak.

A sword stabbed out, but Cheng Haofeng secretly said that it was not good! Because of the heart-to-heart connection, as long as Hu Xianxian's breath changes, he can sense it, I don't know what happened in the night city, Hu Xianxian's essence blood and Yuan Shen seem to be damaged, Cheng Haofeng can't care about killing Zacuo, and he collects his sword and returns eagerly.

Cheng Haofeng's expression changed, and Zacuo saw it in his eyes, there must be something big in the sudden retreat, and there was an accident in the blood lead, and Zacuo also needed to understand the reason, and quickly chased after him.

At the crossroads in the middle of the night city, the red rain that shrouded the Bagua Dharma Platform was much smaller, and the color was much lighter.

Cheng Haofeng spun around and landed on the ground, and saw Hu Xianxian standing aside, pinching the trick with his left hand and pressing his eyebrows with his right hand, and immediately understood that it was she who wrapped Dawa's soul with aura to form such a scene.

In the purple-red mist, Dawa's body was stiff and upside down in a red dress, and she was already out of breath, while her soul was standing beside her in a plain skirt and looked around blankly.

The red dress and plain skirt have the same style, as if the blood on Dawa's body has dried up, and even the color on the skirt has faded. The body hangs upside down, the soul is upright, the face of the body is smiling with relief, and the soul looks melancholy and confused.

"Dare not act according to my plan, and will never allow anyone to betray me!" Taking advantage of Hu Xianxian's full strength to protect his soul with aura, Cheng Haofeng thought of a way from the side, Zacuo shouted angrily, raised his wrist to summon Yun Puling, the silver gray cold light flashed, and the blood beads in the eyebrows of Dawa's body flew out.

As soon as the blood bead came out, the formation was broken, but a stream of blood water spewed out from the Dharma platform, and the water momentum instantly increased, rolling up a whirlpool, and this whirlpool with huge suction power wanted to suck Dawa's body and soul into it.

This is Zacuo using the blood to draw the luck of the night city and the essence blood of the residents of the night city into it, and he wants to completely devour Dawa, so that she will not leave any trace in this world!

A woman who is obsessed with him and has no regrets is only worthy of feeding his magic weapon blood beads? Maybe Dawa is willing to accept this result, but Hu Xianxian can't accept it!

Summoning a yuan Hun Zhen hairpin in his hand, the hairpin swiped fluorescent pull Dawa's soul, and compete with the blood of Zacuo!

Knowing that Hu Xianxian was unwilling to let Dawa turn into nothingness, Cheng Haofeng flipped his wrist and took out the ink ice sword to attack Zacuo.

The formation is broken, and it is difficult to borrow the power of the blood pole yin array, Zacuo can only avoid it, and if one blow fails, it will be difficult for Zacuo to dodge.

In order to save his life, Zacuo no longer fought with Hu Xianxian, put away the blood beads and fled quickly, and Cheng Haofeng chased after him.

After a series of battles, no one could have the upper hand between Zha Cuo and Cheng Haofeng, and Zha Cuo took out the blood and shouted: "I cut off the connection with the blood beads, and no longer suck the luck of the night city and the essence blood of the residents, we will each take a step back and fight again another day!" "

Cheng Haofeng snorted coldly, turned around and flew into the city, he didn't want to spare Zha Cuo, but he was more worried about Hu Xianxian's safety.

Back in the city, Hu Xianxian had fainted beside the Dharma platform, and Dawa's dim and almost invisible soul shadow was still floating on the Dharma platform.

A few days later, at dusk, Hu Xianxian rubbed his eyes and woke up, and asked Cheng Haofeng, who was lying on the side of the bed: "What month and day is today?" ”

"April 18th." Cheng Haofeng stroked her cheek.

"April 18? I've been sleeping for days. Hey...... The sun is like a fried egg. Hu Xianxian got up and walked to the window, pushed the window and pointed to the sunset.

Cheng Haofeng smiled, although this metaphor is very indecent, but the red sun is really like an egg yolk, and the white clouds with gold edges next to it are like egg whites.

"Well, it's also quite like a scallion oil pork patty on the kang, the pork filling in the middle is slowly boiling with oil, and the color is golden and brownish...... Crispy and oily, full of fragrance......" Hu Xianxian was about to drool when he said, and Cheng Haofeng just laughed.

Hu Xianxian pouted dissatisfiedly, and said: "This sun is also quite like chestnut flour jujube mud cake, and it is also like dry rice balls fried, have you eaten the rice balls and boiled them for eight years and then drained and flattened the fried cakes?" ”

"No, when you're better, I'll make it for me." Cheng Haofeng replied very sincerely.

Hu Xianxian glanced at him and slowly walked outside the house.

Cheng Haofeng saw that she was displeased, patted his head and suddenly realized: "Oh...... Oh, oh, fairy, are you hungry? ”

It's when you're hungry, and when you're hungry, you see everything like food. Hu Xianxian can usually skip eating or drinking, and after fainting after exhausting his aura, he wakes up, and his aura is not renewed, so of course he will be hungry.

After a full meal, Hu Xianxian remembered something important and asked Cheng Haofeng: "What about Dawa's soul?" ”

"Fortunately in misfortune, her soul is so weak that it is difficult to reincarnate, I wanted to send her into the soul nourishing jade to warm up for hundreds of years, but by chance I got a treasure sent by Mr. Wenshan Chengmo." Cheng Haofeng said unhurriedly, speaking naturally and fluently, but Hu Xianxian always felt that he was lying.

Seeing that there was obvious doubt in Hu Xianxian's eyes, Hu Yonggang said beside him: "What the national teacher said is true, Dawa is really lucky to meet a good person like Mr. Mo." You're missing, and I've begged Mr. Mo. ”

Hu Xianxian had to ask no more questions, and let Cheng Haofeng say what the treasure was.

"It is the Yiyang Dust Umbrella, this umbrella can change the yang energy during the day to the yin energy at night, and it can also shield the red dust and turbidity to retain the aura of heaven and earth, which is very suitable for ghost cultivation." Cheng Haofeng explained.

Hu Xianxian asked about the situation of the army and civilians again, and Cheng Haofeng said that the soldiers did not sacrifice much, and many were injured, and all of them were withdrawn to the city to recuperate.

There are not many dead residents of Night City, but some of the people who are greatly affected by the formation are crazy and difficult to cure, some are just emaciated, sick and weak and have hope of being cured, people who have been in the field all the year round and foreign merchants are only frightened, and there are a few strong-willed people who are not affected and are taking care of the villagers.

In the early morning of April 19, Hu Xianxian's aura recovered fifty percent, and he wanted to go to see Dawa.

On the side of the street not far from the Bagua Dharma Platform, there is a moon temple, where Dawa now lives, just stepped into the door, only to see her wearing a red dress and holding a red umbrella, smiling and waiting in the patio.

Dawa's face was pale, but under the reflection of the fiery morning sun, the apricot red umbrella and the vermilion long skirt, her face was also a little ruddy, like a peach blossom after the rain, withered and still rouge, which was extremely pitiful.