Feng Jiutian hated this group of demons to the core, and it was they who took the life of Tayun's young and divine horse. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info The thought of stepping on the clouds makes his heart ache. The coal-like color, flowing ponytail and horsehair have become a permanent nostalgia in his heart.

His left hand was slightly raised, and a moment later, 'Chasing Wind and Shadows and Running Thunder' landed on the palm of his hand with its wings fluttering. Around the wings and body, a thin and faint corpse gray edge line, in the outer circle, envelops the whole body of 'chasing wind and shadows and running thunder'.

From the edge of this thin gray line, countless thinner lines swam towards the torso of the body, and when these thin lines reached the torso, the line spread out to both sides。。。。。。 Then, it fused with the corpse gray that spread from both sides.

A moment later, the body of the 'chasing wind and shadows and running thunder', which was still like a fairy in white clothes just now, had been covered with a faint layer of corpse gray.

Feng Jiutian lit a torch and stuck it on the roof of the carriage. He could feel the vibrations of the corpse-tailed bee flies behind him.

This vibration can only be felt, felt with the heart. It's like a person standing in the snow with his eyes closed, and although he can't hear the sound of the snowflakes falling on his shoulders and back, he can hear the ethereal sound of the snowflakes falling down.

The horse was still walking unhurriedly. The smell of burnt smell wafting in front of me is getting stronger and stronger, mixed with bursts of fresh trees, leaves and grass, and the smell of burning.

"The smell of smoke in the wind will dull the sense of smell of the corpse-tailed bee fly, which can delay the time for them to catch up with the second fat." Feng Jiutian thought secretly.

He greeted the torches and the moonlight, and looked at the 'Wind and Shadows and Thunder Dye', whose whole body had turned corpse gray.

He gasped - these demons, their pestilence, were completely different from the effect of those corpse-tailed beeflies on the 'Chasing Wind and Shadows and Running Thunder' last night.

On the wings of 'Chasing the Wind and Shadows and Running to the Thunder', the layer of corpse gray is undergoing a treacherous change. The corpse gray, which was as uniform as a mist just now, began to change unpredictably, like countless gray dots jumping, rolling, and writhing on the wings of 'chasing wind and shadows and running thunder'. Sometimes they twist together, gather in a pile, sometimes spread out in several pieces, and scatter irregularly in several places.

While the grey grey on the wings of 'Chasing Wind and Shadows and Running Thunder' was changing, the grey of the corpse on its torso was also beginning to change. The patches seem to be scattered in a mess on the torso, but if you look closely, they are actually distributed very regularly, as if they form a vague pattern.

Feng Jiutian narrowed his eyes - in this way, he could see the patterns that he couldn't see clearly with his eyes wide open, as well as the shades of colors on the patterns.

Looking at the picture in front of him, Feng Jiutian felt a chill in his back. His heart contracted violently.

On the small torso of 'Chasing Wind and Shadows and Running Thunder', the pattern composed of small corpse spots turned out to be a half-rotten human mouth. The disgusting mouth, with almost nothing left of the rotten upper and lower lips, the charred teeth were exposed, loose and slanted, almost falling off, and the festering gums were cracking up and down, revealing the roots of the teeth like interlaced canine teeth.

Feng Jiutian reached out and touched the place where the wine bag hung on his waist, he wanted to use drinking to suppress the urge to vomit in his chest.

"I forgot that the sac is with the old flower." He muttered and retracted his hand.

At this time, he was sitting in the seat where Reagan was in the car on weekdays, and a strong smell of tobacco wafted out of the tobacco bag hanging on the side of the car.

He reached out and pinched a handful, then put it in his mouth—a bitter taste that hit his taste buds down his throat and down his stomach, instantly counteracting the urge to gag.

"It's hard to live without alcohol!" Feng Jiutian said to himself, "No wonder, Er Fat will be so miserable when he sees me drinking with Lao Hua." However, this product can really hold on. After speaking, he remembered the jar of rice porridge that the guy gave to Shen Er's fat man. He rubbed his chin and grew a long beard, and laughed.

The small black dots on the wings of 'Chasing the Wind and Shadows and Running to the Thunder' were no longer jumping around at this time, but were just beating up and down in place.

They form a pattern, one that beats and produces a pattern that is different from that of stationary

Feng Jiutian stretched his palm forward and narrowed his eyes again—this would make him look more closely.

Those corpse gray dots, on the wings of 'chasing the wind and shadows and running to the thunder', formed a pair of whimsical eyes. These eyes, in the fact that those little corpse ash spots were beating in place, became, as if they were alive, blinking from time to time, as if they were laughing at Feng Jiutian, and as if they were declaring war on Feng Jiutian.

Those eyes, with those little gray spots, blinked, blinked, blinked, and blinked that disgusting mouth, as if at the same time, they were also grinning, and their gums were chattering, and they were laughing.

The two tentacles on the head of 'Chasing the Wind and Shadows and Running to the Thunder', with the breeze, bent in front of the two wings, like two thin curved eyebrows of a human being, obliquely drawn on the eyes, eerie.

A strange and intrigued, absurd fuzzy human face was presented in front of Feng Jiutian from the body of 'chasing wind and shadows and running thunder'. It was a challenging, provocative fuzzy face. The corners of the eyes are slanted absurdly, the tips of the eyebrows are curved and down, the eyebrows are upturned, and the eyebrows are opposite.

On the head of 'chasing the wind and shadows and running to the thunder', two black hole eye sockets appeared, like the eyes of two ghosts, peeking into Feng Jiutian's heart.

Suddenly, the face was distorted again, and those blurred facial features were blooming in all directions, like ink poured into the water, silently impregnating in the water, swimming in the water, spreading and expanding in the water. Sometimes twisted, sometimes united, and then scattered, scattered, everywhere.

"You say, the old man likes to drink so much, what would he do if he knew that his wine bag was burned by you?" Hua Can asked Shen Er, the fat man who was standing side by side with him at the narrow intersection, waiting for the return of 'searching for holes and digging soil to return to Kanwei' and 'listening to the wind and arguing about Linglongwei'.

Shen Er's fat man swallowed his saliva, a little annoyed, "Along the way, you two gulped meat in front of me, drinking loudly and torturing me. The sound of your mouth in eating meat is like that of a hungry dog, and the sound of drinking and purring is like a funnel, and I should turn a blind eye and hear it. Shen Er's fat man swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, licked his lips and said, "Now, you two have no conscience, actually, you have the idea of the jar of rice porridge that the young man gave me, and if you do this, you will be struck by lightning." ”

"During this time, it won't rain in the sky," Hua Can looked at the road in front of him and the muddy ground on both sides of the road, sighed, and said, "Which shameless one, pretending to have a diarrhea and running away, went to the young man to ask for wine?" And who was shameless enough to let the young man put a small wine jar full of wine in the rice porridge jar? ”

Shen Er's fat man straightened his stomach.

"If you are so shameless, you will be struck by lightning." Hua Can looked at Shen Er's fat man's belly and said proudly.

Shen Er's fat man kept rubbing his eyes.

"They're back." After Hua Can finished speaking, he stretched out his left hand, and 'Listening to the Wind and Reasoning Exquisite Guard' crawled into the palm of his hand. Shen Er's fat man stretched out his right hand and took it back, 'Searching for Holes and Digging Soil to Return to Kanwei'. (To be continued.) )