Guan Shutao closed her eyes, and big tears fell straight down, but she didn't struggle at all, as if she was bent on death.

Styx threw her on the ground and wrote an ultimatum: "If there is a next time, the deity will let the entire Cangqing Peak be buried for you." With that, he turned to leave, but heard the hysterical cry of Guan Shutao coming from behind him, "There will be no next time, and from now on, I will not pester you again."

The poignant and resolute voice was like weeping blood, and it stopped the pace of the Nightshade. Guan Shutao got up from the ground, trembling and passing by him, his slender figure was like grass in the wind, shaky but stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat.

The night swallowed up the sorrow, the mask buried the loss, and the night hesitated, but after all, he didn't come forward, and he turned around and went against her.

Zhi Fan looked at Guan Shutao, and then looked at the lonely Dark Night, and guessed one or two in his heart. She speculated that the position of the Styx in Guan Shutao's mind should be very heavy, otherwise with Guan Shutao's temperament, he would definitely be desperately shouting and beating to kill, instead of using this radical method to force the Styx to make a decision for her.

Right now, there is an insurmountable barrier between them, and it is basically impossible to make peace if they want to make peace, unless Mo Pu can come back from the dead.

While thinking about it, "Dai Yue", who was lying on the ground, suddenly coughed a few times, woke her up with a fan, and carried her into the house.

The atmosphere in the room is slightly quiet, the night is holding a tea cup, the mist in the cup is thick, the fragrance of tea is overflowing, but the night is wandering.

The fan paused, and after thinking about it, he couldn't bother him, so he had to take it upon himself to put "Dai Yue" on the bed she had been lying on before.

"Dai Yue" seemed to be extremely badly injured, his white clothes were stained with blood, and the deep wounds that could be seen in the bones spread from his neck to his whole body.

Holding the fan hesitated, in the past, Dai Yue was most afraid of pain, and she could scream for a long time when she cut her fingers on weekdays, but today she was so seriously injured that she didn't even frown, which was too abnormal. Furthermore, with Dai Yue's cowardly temperament, he must not do anything to enter Cangqing Peak alone, and the "Dai Yue" in front of him is probably not good.

Although it was already known, the fan didn't want to startle the snake for the time being, so he simply pretended to be confused, and only said that he wanted to find some medicine to treat her injuries, and he didn't want to spend spiritual power to heal her injuries.

However, at the moment when the fan turned around, the seriously injured "Dai Yue" actually sat up on the edge of the bed, the corners of her lips hooked, and with a flick of her hand, a looming Yaoqin rested on her lap.

As her fingers plucked the strings, her gaze gradually became distracted, and finally she closed the door and squatted meekly in front of her, lying on the edge of the bed.

"Dai Yue" stroked her long hair, like a child to sleep, and whispered in her ear, "You and Guan Shutao are good sisters, right? You don't want to see her sad, do you?"

Holding the fan half-squinted his eyes, he whispered like waking up from a dream, "Yes, I don't want her to be sad."

"Very well, then let's help her!" The soft voice was bewitching, and the fan nodded and said okay, and after a while, he opened the door and sat down beside the night.

Stretched out her hand and snatched the teacup from his hand and shook it lightly, she handed it to her lips and tasted it leisurely, only put down the teacup after half a ring, supported her cheek with her left hand, and stared at the mask on her face with watery tender eyes and said, "I'm curious, what kind of person are you, say you're ruthless, you saved me, say you're amorous, you can handle Shutao." Intentionally or unintentionally, his slender index finger brushed across Nightshade's jaw and stroked the silver wolf mask on his face.

Nightshade grabbed her wrist and stopped her from taking off her mask, saying, "What do you want to say?"

Holding the fan suddenly withdrew his hand, grabbed the tea cup on the table and took another sip, and then replied to him, "I heard that there is a rare art of resurrection in this world, I think you should have heard of it, right?"

"You want to resurrect Mopu?"

"Why not? Resurrect Mo Pu, Cangqing Peak will have one more fierce general, and the rest of the soldiers will support you more sincerely, even the estrangement between Guan Shutao and you can be self-defeating, killing three birds with one stone, why not?"

"If there is really a way to resurrect the dead in this world, I will not be looking for a person for more than 90,000 years, the resurrection I know,

It's just a helpless move to lock up the remnant soul with trees. Do you really think that this way can be exchanged for a fierce general, such a Mo Pu, will it still be the master that Guan Shutao wants?" Nightshade's tone was slightly solemn, he could indeed save Mo Pu, but he didn't want to save him.

After all, at that time, the fan had been burned back to its original form by the fire, and if it weren't for the spiritual power that Nightshade had instilled in her for five days and nights, the fan might still be just a dead grass with no vitality until now. He searched for his sister for 90,000 years to find it, how could he tolerate others hurting her in the slightest, Mo Pu deserved to die, and he was innocent of death!

"You're right, this kind of master won't be the master Guan Shutao wants, but at least, she can feel your desire to shake hands with her. When there are a lot of people, what they pursue is not the result of black and white, but the small, inconspicuous psychological comfort in the process." Holding the fan smiled, and when he got up, he muttered again, "Nightshade, you are not a ruthless person, there is no need to disguise yourself as an unkind appearance, that is really, too tired!"

With that, the fan turned around and went back to his room, leaving the final decision to Nightshade.

For the next two days, the fan never saw the Styx again, and just when she thought that the Styx would not compromise, the Styx came back in the middle of the night when the stars and the moon were gone.

The dew seemed to be unusually heavy tonight, soaking the dark sleeves of the night, and when he handed a young fluorescent pine to the fan, the fan inadvertently touched his cold, ice-like fingers.

As if out of instinctive concern, after holding the fan and casually placing the young pine on the table, he pushed the night to sit on the stool, poured a cup of hot tea and stuffed it into his hand, and said in a commanding tone, "Hold it tight, warm your hands!"

Styx put the teacup on the table, stretched out his hand to stroke the fine pine needles of the young pine, and he said with a solemn face: "This is the glowing golden pine, which I came back from the bitter cold of the extreme north, and its cold-resistant and hard-catching properties can greatly reduce the intake of essence and blood. When I succeed in recalling Mo Pu's soul, you will tell Guan Shutao for me that as long as she keeps the Yingjin Pine in the ice cellar and administers a drop of essence blood every month, Mo Pu will definitely be able to come back from the dead in less than half a year."

"Why didn't you tell her personally?" The fan was full of curiosity, but the answer given by Nightshade was, "It's not necessary."

Holding the fan was a little annoyed for no reason, clapped her hands and stood up, she asked, "How can it not be necessary? Didn't you come all the way to find Yingjin Song back just to reduce the damage caused to Guan Shutao by losing your essence and blood? You care about her very much, why do you have to pretend to be indifferent and ruthless?"

"It's just your idea, don't take it seriously!" Styx grabbed the glowing golden pine and got up to avoid her gaze, "I'm just fulfilling the promise I made a thousand years ago, and when this matter is over, it's time for me and her to make an end."

"What's the end, what's the end?" The fan asked again, but there was no response from the night. Seeing him pacing out the door, he strode forward and asked, "Where are you going?" Z.br>

"Sakura Village."

"What are you going to do there?"

"Sakura Village is located in a place of darkness, there is a Netherworld River that leads directly to the underworld, and the water in the river is extremely nourishing to the Yin Spirit, if you want to resurrect Mo Pu, Sakura Village is undoubtedly the best choice."

Holding the fan and holding his feet, his eyes slanted at the swaying figure in the room, and finally made a decision: "I'll go with you."

Styx hesitated for a moment, but finally didn't say anything, and let the fan follow him to Sakura Village.

After the fire raged, Sakura Village has long since lost its original scene, and all you can see is a charred black land and scattered ruins.

There are no trees around, and even the sound of the wind seems to be still, only the sound of stepping on the dead branches under your feet can be heard from time to time, adding a bit of weirdness to this destined unusual dark night.

The wet and heavy mist was thick on the road ahead, and the jade fan in his hand could only illuminate the road under his feet.

I don't know how far I walked, but I finally heard the sound of rushing water, and when I got closer, from time to time there was an ethereal ghost fire floating by, illuminating the surroundings flickering and darkening.

I don't know when the fan silently grabbed Styx's hand, and Styx naturally clenched her little hand, and said in a deep voice, "Don't be afraid, close your eyes!"

The word "afraid" is particularly unfamiliar in front of the fan, but the tension born from the heart is very significant. Styx's fingers were still cold, and the feeling of holding it in his hand was like holding a piece of ice, but such a cold temperature made the heart of the fan inexplicably settle down.

The obedient fan closed her eyes, only to hear the sound of the wind in her ears, the sword light and sword shadow was like a flash in the pan, and when she opened her eyes to check, everything around her had already become clear, and countless lotus lanterns floated in the deep dark river, reflecting the shallow shadows of the two closely interdependent.

"What just happened?" After holding the fan, he withdrew his hand and stroked the wanton broken hair on his face with a little embarrassment.

"It's nothing, someone volunteered to illuminate us, and I fulfilled them." Styx spoke very lightly, but the fan still heard something unusual, "You mean, these lotus lanterns in the river are all made by you with the yang fire of those people just now?"

"Scared?" Nightshade asked rhetorically.

Holding the fan waved his hand and retreated, he said haha, "No, it's not that I'm afraid, it's that I'm surprised! It is worthy of being the Lord of the Underworld who is intimidating to the Three Realms, this speed, killing people faster than slaughtering chickens, admire and admire!" Half-covered glanced at the dense lotus lanterns in the river, and secretly glad that he was not the enemy of the dark night, otherwise, even if there were a thousand lives, it would not be enough for her to squander.

Thinking about it carefully, he was very frightened, and the fan suddenly found that the words he had just blurted out had some irony, and he blamed it on weekdays for being used to flamboyant tongues. But the words had already been spoken, and he couldn't take it back if he wanted to, so he had to find another topic to divert Styx's attention: "Well, what are we going to do next?"

"Conjuring spirits." Nightshade didn't care about her unbridled mouth, and waved his hand to turn into a wooden altar between words, causing the fan to be stunned for a while.