The next day, Luo Huainan continued on the road with the fire sparrow. Jin

"Mother, I'm so hungry, when are we going to eat?" The fire bird grabbed Luo Huainan's hand and asked in a milky voice.

Luo Huainan looked coldly at the white-haired and red-eyed young girl in front of him, and frowned slightly.

She wasn't used to the kid next to her at all, especially since the little ghost and her had a hostile relationship before.

But now, she has to take care of her, because it is something left to her by another self.

It is not accurate to use another self to call her who represents anger, because they are not individuals, but independent memories of Luo Huainan's feelings after being severed, they are all Luo Huainan, and they are not complete Luo Huainan.

In the course of the journey, little by little, she absorbed the memories that Nu Huai Nan had experienced, which had disappeared.

Nu Huainan ate the fire sparrow, again and again, again and again. Jin

She ate a lot, a lot, and kept eating the collapsed Huoluan Peak Holy Maiden into the young girl in front of her, who was only six years old.

So the fire bird became the former Luo Huainan, she became only able to preserve a very small part of her memories, and every time she died, she would lose most of her memories, leaving only broken memory fragments.

It was also from that time that Nu Huai Nan began to kill the fire sparrow continuously, constantly resetting the other party's memories randomly, until the memories left by the fire sparrow by chance were all completely harmless childhood experiences, and she stopped killing repeatedly.

Nu Huainan kept her by his side and let the other party treat him as his mother.

She did this because she knew very well that now they had to retain the ability to split their memories, and only in this way could they make Sorrow Huainan suffer and abuse in Infernal Purgatory.

Because the pain and suffering endured by Bei Huainan was the source of their rapid ascension to the path and the strength they received from the Pure Void Bodhisattva.

If they completely absorb the essence and blood of the little fire sparrow, then Sorrow Huainan will also be completely integrated with them, and all the memories that were separated before will be merged into one and become complete. Jin

And her biggest hole card at the moment, the way to gain strength from the Pure Void Bodhisattva through infinite self-abuse, will also be completely cut off.

Luo Huainan knows that she can't become her true self yet.

Her instincts told her that she needed strength now, that she needed many, many powers, that there was one thing she had to do, that she needed to be strong enough.

"Mother, I'm hungry!" The little hand of the fire sparrow shook Luo Huainan's hand.

Luo Huainan nodded and squeezed out a smile: "Bird's good, it's coming soon, can my mother buy you buns to eat?"

"Yes! The finch loves buns the most!" The firefinch said happily, and she let go of her hand, like a lively sparrow bouncing around Luohuainan, picking flowers from the field and chasing butterflies.

Luo Huainan maintains stable and realistic acting skills, she knows what the ending of this mother-daughter drama is, and she also knows who the fire sparrow in front of her is. Jin

She is not a pure and harmless daughter, now she is so cute and innocent, but the memory she still retains happens to be stuck in her childhood, as long as she dies again, maybe she will remember that she is the holy daughter of Huoluan Peak again, and remember that Luo Huainan is another Nirvana Holy Body that she wants to kill.

"Mother, there seems to be a dead person in front of you." The fire sparrow suddenly stopped jumping, ran to Luo Huainan's side timidly, hugged her slender waist, and buried her head in Luo Huainan's stomach.

"Good, let my mother deal with it." Luo Huainan stroked the other party's white hair, sent the fire sparrow to the hillside and hid it on his stomach, while he strode towards the capital in front of him.

The land she is standing on at the moment is no longer the border of Great Xia, and naturally she is not bound by the rules of heaven, along the way, she has already met countless monks and witnessed countless human tragedies, but what has accumulated in Luo Huainan's heart is nothing but the anger that is burning more and more like a fire.

It is not her job to bear fear and grief, she is only responsible for happiness and anger.

The three big characters of Bianliang City are imprinted on the city wall with a history of less than 100 years, but it seems to have been weathered for thousands of years, and half of the word "city" and most of the city head have been cut off together, leaving it crumbling in vain

Half of the city walls.

Luo Huainan stepped on the lawn full of blood and water to approach the open city gate, and the corpses that were dissected and disemboweled on both sides of the road told the experience of this capital. Jin

"Has the Dongying Army advanced here? But why hasn't this empty city been taken yet?"

As soon as Luo Huainan finished speaking, suddenly a pleasant sound like a wind chime sounded all around, the sound came from all directions, and it was impossible to distinguish the specific source of the sound, and with her as the center, the blood and mud on the ground began to become dry, and the viscous blood water was squeezed out of the mud, converging into small streams, flowing towards both sides of the city gate.

It was undoubtedly a spell, but it was impossible to identify the location of the caster, and the opponent's skill in hiding his breath was very good.

Luo Huainan raised his index finger and middle finger together, and the two strands of true qi from yin to yang quickly converged at the fingertips.

"Knock ————"

The melodious bell joined the wind chimes, and the random blood began to turn into thousands of wisps of red threads, floating out of thin air, intertwined and intertwined, outlining a graceful female human figure, the human figure is extremely three-dimensional, some sit quietly, holding a lotus flower with one hand;

Some have a slightly oblique posture and a tactful waist, like Chang'e running to the moon; Jin

Some hold the pipa in their arms, cover their faces with a smile, and are shy and shy;

The blood thread was woven into eight women with very different postures and temperaments, divided into two columns and waited on either side of the city gate, as if preparing to welcome the arrival of a man of great status.

"Tricks!"

Luo Huainan waved his fingers, and a sword qi of water and fire flew out, splitting the remaining half of the city wall of Bianliang City into two, and even steaming the eight blood girls into red mist and freezing them into blood crystals.

However, in the next second, the blood turned into a liquid state again, and it turned into eight women again, and more blood and water converged into a groove at the city gate, and the blood in the groove flew upside down into the sky as if attracted by an invisible force, like an upside-down tassel, forming a curtain of blood.

Then the blood tassel was pushed away by a pair of jade-like warm hands, and a scholar-like man appeared out of thin air from behind the blood tassel and slowly fell from the air.

There is no dust on his body, as if he is a fairy descending from the sky. Jin

The eight female figures made of blood moved at this moment, and they flew into the air one after another, changing their postures.

Two of them are in a kneeling position, with their hips facing each other.

The two women knelt behind him and hugged each other.

The two women hugged the waist of the kneeling blood woman on the left and right, and raised the jade arm flat.

The last two women, facing the ground in the front, lay down on their backs.

The posture of the eight women is certain, and Luo Huainan can see some clues.

The two women who were kneeling on their stomachs used their buttocks as chairs, and the two women who were kneeling were backresting with their breasts. Jin

Those who hug each other use jade arms as handrails, and those who lie flat make steps with their bodies.

And the handsome man with a face like a crown of jade fell from the air, crossed his feet, and sat on the women's chair.

He looked down at Luo Huainan with indifferent eyes, and that look was like an emperor looking at untouchables, with a high taste.

Luo Huainan frowned, raised his hand, and swung his sword qi again, and the sword qi disappeared in front of the invisible barrier in front of the other party.

"The body of the Xuanyin? …… Oh? Is it pure yang? …… No, it's interesting." The man muttered.