"Take him out and I'll bury him!" Saying that, Wang Zhan was about to carry Xiao Mao's corpse on his back, but Yi Xiaochen frowned coldly and thought for a moment, and said, "No, my brother is not dead!" ”

These words shocked Wang Zhan, Yi Xiaochen handed his mother to Wang Zhan, and squatted in front of Xiao Mao's body: "Maozi, brother said that he won't let you die, so don't blame brother!" ”

Just when Wang Zhan was confused about what Yi Xiaochen was going to do, Yi Xiaochen had already changed his expression, and the extremely cold momentum could almost freeze the air, but with just one glance, Wang Zhan instantly understood, because this scene had been used on himself - casting life and rebirth. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Maozi, even if you turn into an evil person, you have to give me a life..."

Heart-rending roar, earth-shattering courage, Yi Xiaochen's soul hand struggled to insert into Xiao Mao's chest, and in an instant, countless soul power rushed into Xiao Mao's body along his fingertips, and then, Yi Xiaochen entered the life and death grid of Xiao Mao's soul through his soul and soul, and on his heart platform, everything was still so pure and flawless, as if this was a fairyland on earth.

Looking for the place of life in the fog, suddenly, a familiar shout came into his ears, Yi Xiaochen turned around and looked, Xiao Mao was standing not far away with a smile, he was still dressed in plain clothes, and the bright Mu Zi was clear without a single star of evil spirit.

"Brother Yi, are you here to pick me up?"

With just this sound, Yi Xiaochen felt like crying, if he was destined to embark on the evil path of casting his life, then Xiao Mao was a poor child abandoned by God.

"Maozi, do you hate me..."

"Don't hate, Brother Yi, I've been here for a long time, I want to leave, and I haven't done what I promised Brother Hai, he is dead, I want to live, no matter how painful it is, I have to live..."

When the words fell, the heart fluttered, the soul power burst out, and then, this pure white world became black...

"Ahh

"Yi... Brother...."

Hearing this, Yi Xiaochen staggered to his feet, his expression showed his weak appearance, in order to recast Maozi's life and death character, he almost consumed more than half of his soul power, on his heart, the demon spirit gasped, almost collapsed, but all this was worth it for him.

Xiao Mao looked at the person in front of him, and the pain and sorrow in his heart flowed out of his eyes like a flood, but like Yi Xiaochen, he also shed blood and tears, because he also became an evil man, a half-corpse evil man without a demon spirit.

On the way back, Yi Xiaochen kept silent with his mother behind his back, as if he had forgotten the few guys who killed his mother, and Xiao Mao followed behind, but he didn't trust Wang Zhan who was full of righteousness, so he would pay attention to Wang Zhan with his spare eyes every few steps, and even his fangs were clenched, and his palms were accumulated, just waiting for the moment when Wang Zhan made a move, he flew towards Wang Zhan and killed him.

Wang Zhan looked at the two guys who were not ghosts, and he was anxious in his heart, he didn't know how the organization would be determined when he went back this time, and with Yi Xiaochen's temperament, it was impossible for his mother to be killed without reacting.

"Young Master, Yi Xiaochen has left!"

Win hurt came back and said, Ying Qi looked at the direction where Yi Xiaochen and the others left, and secretly thought to himself, those two guys came to the Win clan a few days ago, but they were turned away by their grandfather, but they didn't expect that after they searched around, they actually fell into the eyes of the Mongolian clan, which is also why he would rather violate the old man's clan rules than take the risk of contacting the expulsor Ying Hun in order to revive the clan.

Looking at Ying Qi's contemplative appearance, Ying Qi did not leave as usual, but wanted to stop talking, in this regard, Ying Qi was a little irritable: "What do you want to say?" ”

Ying Injury nodded and said, "Young Master, that woman is dead." ”

"Women? Who? Ying Qi didn't react for a while, and Ying Qi explained: "It's Yi Xiaochen's adoptive mother, who just died, and was been..."

"What?" Ying Qi was a little surprised, although he was of different races and had no friendship, but the two magic weapons of the Yin and Yang Plate and the White Bone Flute made him think about the Yi clan, and even more so about Yi Xiaochen, he didn't kill that woman before, just for the future, but this woman died in the end.

"Young master, when I was observing from a distance, I found that the guy who killed the woman was not the one in the Tao, it seemed to be those people with a bright face!"

"Like? To put it bluntly! At this time, Ying Qi has fallen into deep thought, according to his feelings, Yi Xiaochen next is to send his mother back and hand it over to that Wang Zhan to take care of, and then he will take the white bone flute to find out all the origins, so that he will definitely become the target of the public, and he will be controlled in the dark, and there is a high chance of getting the news of the yin and yang plate, but now that the woman is dead, then this Yi Xiaochen will definitely be crazy to look for it, so that he will not be able to reap the benefits.

"Young Master, at that time, Yi Xiaochen was fighting with those two evil people, and he was exploited by this black hand, in fact, I could stop him, but after seeing that person, I hesitated, what kind of organization does he seem to be from Huangling Pavilion? If they sit down and persecute Yi Xiaochen, we have to consider the meaning of this, and the other thing is about you, young master, haven't you been looking for opportunities? ”

Hearing this, Ying Qi snorted coldly: "Shut up!" ”

Hearing this, he immediately shut up and stepped aside, but the victory and sorrow were the servants left to him by his parents, so the two of them were loyal and worry-free, and the words of the win also hit the bottom of his heart, if he didn't want the win to follow in the footsteps of the Yi clan, then this chance meeting might be an opportunity.

"Master, your subordinates are incompetent, please atone for your sins!" Ying Zhong bowed his head and knelt on the cold marble floor, four or five steps away from him, Ying Ke shook his head at him, signaled Ying Zhong to shut up, and then he respectfully walked behind the old man and said: "Grandpa, the matter is already very clear, the eldest brother is obsessed, and now he has reached the corpse ridge, or in three days, he will meet with Ying Hun that brute, and then Ying Hun will use the key to the tomb that he took away privately, and he will definitely open the tomb and take out our shock magic weapon, grandpa, I can't wait, if they succeed, our Ying clan is in danger!" ”

The old man stood with his head bowed, looking at the flames that were about to be extinguished in the fireplace, his heart became heavier and heavier, he didn't know why the only heir to the son-in-law did that, and finally he waved his hand, seeing this, Ying Ke said goodbye, and when he came outside, Ying Ke Chong Ying Zhong said: "Teacher, the eldest brother is killing himself, you know what to do!" ”

Ying Zhong stared at Ying Ke, the gloomy face between his eyebrows was as heavy as the top of a mountain, but he didn't say anything, turned around and left, in the courtyard where Ying Ke came, looking at the dark night sky, he muttered to himself: "Big brother, this time, you are really wrong..."

The snow is still falling, but it has decreased a little bit compared to the goose feather snow of the previous days.

In the small town of Yunzhong, heavy snow has blocked the road, groups of snow plows are clearing the road, and a dilapidated and simple teahouse on the side of the road, from the outside, it is really rotten to the extreme, and anyone with a little taste will not come in, but as soon as you come in, you will find that the inside and outside are as different as the world.

Ao Tiancheng, Yi Ming, and Lingxin sat in the corner, on Ao Tiancheng's left cheek, a blood scab that had just condensed was so dazzling, opposite, Yi Ming was holding a cup of black red hot tea and grinning, even though he was over forty years old, nearly fifty years old, but his face was still like a little ruffian. (To be continued.) )