With great disappointment and dissatisfaction with reality, I tentatively held on to the last glimmer of hope, "Is it possible to break the formation and ensure that Dazhi lives?" ”

Zhan Yixiao and Lianxin didn't answer me, and it seemed that the question was unsolvable.

Mu Yurou groaned, looked up and said to me, "Hmm...... If you insist, as far as I know, there is a way to break the formation and also keep him. ”

The other two looked at Mu Yurou in disbelief, it was obvious that the idea was very bold and completely unexpected.

I just want to keep Dazhi now, the joy of reunion has come to naught, only anxiety remains, Mu Yurou looked at me, hesitated slightly, and still said the answer, "If the formation has changed, you can break the game." ”

I touched my head, "What?" ”

Mu Yurou cleared her throat, "If you exchange blood with him once and turn him into a species like you, then there is hope that you will be able to break the formation and be able to contact his death crisis." But ......"

I sent four, and I couldn't stand talking halfway in my life, "But what? ”

"If Mr. Chen Yizhi is very weak, it is possible that he will die on the spot before he transforms." Mu Yurou simply said all her thoughts, "In fact, there is another way, which is to let the person who set up the formation personally cancel the formation and protect the formation." But...... Do you think that if the other party is Mr. Shu, can we make him change his mind? ”

The air was a little dull, and Lian Xin sighed, "Actually, I don't understand why Master has changed so much...... I still can't believe he's ......"

The atmosphere grew more and more silent.

I feel like a family member facing an operation, and the cold reality is that the doctor who asked you to sign and agree, through a mask called helplessness, tells you that you have no choice, no regrets, and is not responsible.

You can only sign it, and then you have to obediently hand over your savings and your hopes to wait for a slim ending.

Inaction is death, and rash action is death.

One road is called this road is impassable, and the other road is called the landslide ahead.

"I'll go talk to Dazhi." Through the window, I looked at Dazhi who was still working, green mountains and green waters, blue sky and white clouds, and Nongfu Spring, only my heart was bitter, not sweet at all.

"Dazhi, I'll talk to you." I pushed open the door and walked to Dazhi's field, where he had been fed mosquitoes on his legs for an afternoon, swollen with more than a dozen large bags, and I couldn't help but scratch my legs.

Actually, I haven't had a mosquito bite me for a long time, and since I changed species, I'm probably half a mosquito family, so they often let me go.

When Dazhi heard me call him, he turned around happily, and then turned into a worried little old man for a second, "What are you doing when you come out, people should find you when you turn around." ”

"I'm afraid of a wool, let's beat one by one, I dodged the forty-meter long knife back then, can I still be afraid of a few nail rakes at this time?" In fact, I have never seen a 40-meter broadsword, but I still know a little about those glorious historical wisdoms.

Da Zhile laughed for a while, "Anyway, they and I are from the same village, I beg your subordinates to be merciful for them, okay?" He stretched, got up and went back to work, stared at me carefully, and then said, "If you have nothing to do, talk to me, and I'll be done in no time." ”

I coughed a little, "Great wisdom...... That ......"

Originally, I thought about it, and told Dazhi in one sentence [Your village has been arranged in a formation, and you have been made into a formation, and it is likely that you will hang at any time, you now have two choices, one is to wait for death, and the other is to be bitten by me, and you may die, but there is a little hope of survival, do you want to choose?] 】

This is more in line with my painting style, but I really faced Dazhi, and I couldn't simply say life and death.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a spike in my neck behind me, and then I felt a soreness all over my body, and my brain reacted that it was hit by an electric current, but this time my body had no time to move.

There are probably only a few people who can easily get close to me now.

"Rule 3: Purpose above all else. Boy, you're still too tender. Scar's voice came from behind him, and it wasn't surprising that he was better than me in the first place.

Before his eyes were completely black, the last thing he saw and heard was Dazhi's guilty eyes and voice.

"I'm sorry, ordinary."

When I woke up, it was dark in front of me, and the air was filled with the smell of dampness and blood.

I lay in an enclosed space, fairly soft, but the cold made it difficult for me to restrain it.

A soft and elegant singing voice came, it was Yan Yiru's voice, but it sounded like a song that was in the middle of the song, more like a singer who had no choice but to fall to the end of the world, and it felt like Yan Qingqing's temperament.

Sure enough, after she stopped singing, her voice was vague and complaining.

"Shu Yu, the first time I saw you, I liked you very much, even if I knew that you only used us two sisters, I still had no hesitation. I know I don't have much to like you, but why do you ...... as small as you?"

Hearing Yan Yiru, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart.

"But what's my business?" I smelled a puff of alcohol, and then I heard the man smash his tongue, "As long as you can reach your goal, it doesn't matter." ”

His tone was a little frivolous, covering the indifference in his bones, because there was no vision, so he could hear that his timbre was actually Scar's voice.

The monster that makes me hate it is actually Scar, and although I don't want to face this reality, there is no escape from it now.

Actually, I don't know everyone around me.

Purity is not the playboy I thought I was, the demon spirit is not as heartless as I imagined, and everyone has another side.

Scar is a complete stranger to me now.

Then the two were silent for a moment, only to hear that the strange man seemed to suppress some kind of emotion, but pretended to be indifferent and asked, "How does she look?" ”

Yan Qingqing's voice was a little sad, "You know...... My mind...... Watching a woman with the same facial features as myself get your liking, while I myself can never get this kind of look from you, is probably the cruelest thing in the world...... She looks very dignified and gentle, but when she looks closely at her eyebrows, there is a sense of stubbornness...... The painting is old, I'm just talking about it casually. ”

I think of the painting of a lady in the western suburbs, the woman in the painting has facial features that are no different from Yan Yiru, but the charm is very different.

Scar's voice has a tenderness that I have never heard before, "You see it well, she has your gentleness and Yan Yiru's stubbornness, but she is completely different from you, and my unscrupulous means today are all learned from her." ”

After a pause, Scar added, "I know I'm a little cruel, but as long as I can get her back, it doesn't matter." ”