The sky was gloomy, and the moon hung like a scimitar on the horizon, and clouds and mist drifted under it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Messy hair, full of scum, Yan Feng's shoulders, the little guy was sitting, biting his hand to get up, and behind him, the same dirty clothes, scattered long hair covering his face, it was Shu Weixiu.

"How much and how long did you drink blood?"

A breeze blows, there is a little damp and warm air in it, and the spring rain, moisturizing everything, bit by bit, slowly falls from the sky.

"Once every three days, half a bucket each time is enough. The hoarse and shrill voice fell in Yan Feng's ears.

Hearing this, Yan Feng laughed, he knew that Shu Weixiu was not telling the truth, one bucket, this is the ancient unit of volume, which is equivalent to the current thousand milliliters, half a bucket, that is, five hundred milliliters.

"That's just the minimum amount you can stay alive, even... has fallen out of the bottom line. ”

Yan Feng said lightly: "You are weak now, otherwise you wouldn't be like this, and you can't even bear my kick." ”

Slightly tilted his head, under the moonlight, Yan Feng could clearly see the appearance on Shu Weixiu's face, under the messy hair, half of his appearance was still there, and the other half, as if he had been deliberately disfigured by someone, like a wasteland and ravine, all of them were scars, which was shocking to see.

And the side that remains, in addition to being dirty, is as sharp as a knife, which shows that he was also a handsome person in the past.

The reason why Yan Feng agreed to this uncle Wei Xiu to follow him was that he was really tempted by the existence of such a general who could one day be turned into a general as his subordinate, and that Yan Feng saw his weakness.

If he was a humanless fellow, he could have been bloodthirsty and would never be so weak, but he didn't.

It can be seen that although this uncle Weixiu has a bloodthirsty body, he has a fiery heart.

As soon as Yan Feng's words came out, Shu Weixiu didn't speak, obviously acquiescing, standing behind Yan Feng, bowing his head respectfully.

The right hand, raised slightly, in the palm of the wind, a strong wind passed in an instant, and blood came out!

He smiled slightly: "Since you choose to be my servant, then let me come by myself for this first blood meal." ”

Shu Weixiu, his eyes were suddenly stunned, he never thought that Yan Feng would do this, with his own blood!

Even the big and small people on Yan Feng's shoulders were equally big and their eyes were round, obviously they didn't expect Yan Feng to do this.

The blood flowed, turned into a line, kept gushing out, and went straight to Shu Wei Xiu, and after the blood flow stopped, a golden light flashed from the palm of the wind's hand, and the wound healed again.

The blood condensed in front of Shu Wei Xiu's body, and for a while, Shu Wei Xiu didn't dare to move.

"Drink it, I don't want to be followed by a soft bone, there are still a lot of places to call you in the future. Yan Feng said lightly.

After a few breaths of silence, Shu Weixiu finally moved, he hadn't eaten for a long time, and now he was reluctant to stand up, looking at the blood floating in front of him, his throat couldn't help rolling up and down.

"Uncle Wei Xiu, thank you, Lord!"

Yan Feng smiled slightly, this blood is nothing to him, of course, it is not good to let it go like this often, and he still has to find another way in the future.

"I don't want anyone but me to know who you are!"

"Obey the Lord's strict orders!" Shu Weixiu had already drunk all the blood in front of him, and his whole body seemed to have a power awakening, a completely different aura from before.

The sword behind Yan Feng rose into the sky, and after a circle, it instantly turned into the size of three zhang and floated in front of him.

He glanced at the big and small people on his shoulders, and thought to himself, I have to give this little guy a name, otherwise it will not be easy to call in the future, but what is it called...

The point is, ask this little guy himself, he himself doesn't know what he is.

Touching his chin, in front of Yan Feng, the Qinggang sword slowly fell, and he stepped on the tip of the sword, and Shu Weixiu was also standing behind him.

Yan Feng's eyes instantly condensed on the two small white horns on the little guy's head, and his brain flashed.

"Little one, your name will be Little Horn from now on!"

The big and small people sitting on Yan Feng's shoulders were stunned, listening to Yan Feng's words, suddenly there was excitement on their faces, obviously happy that they had a name, but they were actually standing on Yan Feng's shoulders, and they gurgled out.

Seeing the happy appearance of the little guy, Yan Feng couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

"I'm going back...!"

The sword let out a long roar.

Yan Feng took a deep breath, his eyes condensed, and the Qinggang sword broke through the air.

"Rain and smoke!"

"Brother... It's back!"

Maoshan Mountain, in the secret room of the underground palace, is empty and silent.

Nine white spiritual powers, turned into a little starlight and fell from the nine dragon heads, the severe rain smoke sprinkled on the Xuan Bing, wearing a violet skirt, and the long hair scattered on the ice.

A pair of beautiful eyes are closed, quiet and beautiful, like a sleeping beauty...

And in the Nine Heavens Ten Thousand Blessings Palace, Si Nanlie told Ao Zhan about the previous things in the world, of course, Ao Zhan didn't have much interest in these things, what he cared about the most was Yan Feng's news.

"So, this Yin-Yang Ghost City has been secretly gathering strength all these years?"

Listening to Si Nanlie's words, Ao Zhan was actually a little surprised, although it was said that the Dragon Palace did not belong to the forces of the world, but in terms of position, it was the force closest to the world, the so-called lips and teeth were cold, if the world was taken down, who could guarantee that the next one would not attack the Dragon Palace.

After all, the vast sea, the treasures and elixirs, are innumerable, and it is inevitable that they will not be tempted.

"That's right, according to our spies, there is no doubt that this power comes from the Yin Yang Ghost City. ”

Si Nanlie said in a condensed voice, that day of Yanjing's difficulty, Zhengtian Alliance was full of spies at the entrance of every ghost market in the world, and one of them was five hundred miles away from Yanjing, saying that he saw hundreds of people entering the ghost market that night.

If you guessed correctly, these hundreds of people are the young man in black!

Ao Zhan frowned, for these, he has been fighting in overseas waters all the year round, and he doesn't know very much, of course, to tell the truth, he really doesn't want to understand, the wind of words changed, and he suddenly asked.

"Yan Feng has been missing for a month and a half, doesn't your sect have any news?"

When Si Nanlie heard this, he suddenly felt like he wanted to be a straw egg, as if you were in a hurry and I was not in a hurry, if there was news, I would still be here with you for something.

"Rest assured, Your Highness the Seventh, I will come back. ”

At this moment, at the entrance of the palace, Fang Mu entered with his hands in his hands, and there was firmness in his words.

"See Uncle Shizu!"

Si Nanlie hurriedly saluted, Ao Zhan also stood up, he had heard of Fang Mu's name, although there was no official recognition, but in a sense, in recent years, he was respected as the first monk in the world.

At the top of the mountain, Bai Mi is still standing here, the long wind blows a silver hair, it can be said that for a month and a half, since he was able to move after his injury, he will stand here almost every day.

Because this place is the highest place in Maoshan Mountain.

At this moment, his body suddenly froze!

These days, he has sent countless thoughts to Yan Feng, and none of them have been replied...

"Xiaobai, if there is still a stick of incense, I can go to Maoshan Mountain!"

His fists were clenched tightly, obviously looking excited, and Bai Mi suddenly laughed.

"The king said, you kid will come back!"

"That's nature, prepare the wine and wait for me!"

In his heart, Yan Feng's laughter also came.

A man and a wolf, since Bai Mi has not yet transformed, has experienced countless lives and deaths together.

Brother, nothing more.