Associated trees are endless. Su Hansheng only moved, and the dense withered branches opened their teeth and claws and attacked Shang Xu in front of him.

The companion spirit regarded the primordial infant's coercion as nothing, and ruthlessly broke the protective barrier.

There was a sound of glass breaking, a smile appeared at the corner of Shang Xu's lips, his palm stretched forward, and a rune appeared in front of him, crushing the associated tree into powder in an instant.

Su Hansheng made a bloody streak on his finger out of thin air. Before the pain hit his mind, the scar disappeared in an instant.

"It's kind of interesting." Shang Xu said with a smile, "At your young age, you can actually have a 'half-hua' forbidden technique?"

Su Hansheng tilted his head to look at him. obviously didn't understand the phrase "there is a half-flower", but he subconsciously understood that this was the meaning of "replacing each other with one's body".

There were still undried blood marks on his wrists, and the young man's eyebrows and eyes were pure, and he raised his hand with great interest to look at the blood moon in the air at the winding and hideous blood marks.

Shang Xu whistled in his mouth, and countless evil beasts in the water rushed towards the main trunk of the companion tree with fierce faces.

Su Hansheng still looked at the beautiful and slender five fingers, and said a soft "ah" between the electric light and stone fire, as if he understood something, and his amber eyes flashed.

There was a crisp sound of "ding".

The thin streak of blood on the inside of the wrist that had not yet dried was pulled by spiritual power out of thin air, and in an instant, it turned into an extremely cumbersome magic circle. Shang Xu was stunned.

The cold sound of the cold eyes was ruthless and senseless, and the slender five fingers were gently stretched. But he saw that the magic circle was divided into two and two and four, but it turned into a dense magic circle in an instant, and it was thrown by him at will like a streamer.

"Roar!"

The magic circle fell to the ground like rain, and it landed on every evil beast below, and the huge evil beast that touched it turned into powder like the dead branches of Fang Cai.

Shang Xu's pupils shrank sharply, and his eyes were shocked. The formation that had just crushed the dead branches was drawn on his wrist in advance, and he only needed to mobilize spiritual power to pull it out.

The young man in front of him drew it casually?

Su Hansheng was like a babbling child, fiddling with the formation he had just learned, and in an instant, dense turns spread all over his body.

The calm and calm on Shang Xu's face had dissipated without a trace, his expression was slightly gloomy, and the teleportation talisman array carved on his fingers appeared instantly.

The rune swirled at his feet and disappeared in a flash. Shang Xuan has disappeared half a mile away.

Before he could stand firm, he saw Su Hansheng draw exactly the same formation under his feet, and followed him in an instant. The companion tree slammed straight at him.

Shang Xu raised his hand and opened the talisman to protect his body.

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The companion tree absorbed the vitality of the cold sound, and the spiritual power was comparable to the Yuan Infant with a single blow, accompanied by the magic circle that smashed anything into powder, and smashed Shang Xuan into a piece of Yunyu below.

It was only at this time that Shang Xu was stunned to find out.... Su Hansheng is actually learning his magic circle?

At this point, it's too late to understand.

Su Hansheng jumped from the air without blinking, stepped on the companion tree on tiptoe, and held a demon-slaying pestle transformed from the roots of the tree, which pierced Shang Xu's neck heavily.

Blood splattered out.

"Ah——!h

At the cost of half of the body's vitality, the cold sound instantly restrained the legendary "saint" of the Fuer tribe.

The phoenix fire spread silently on the associated tree at some point, but this time I don't know if it was Chongjue's jade ring, the bone fire did not scorch the cold sound, but seemed to help him coat him with a layer of fierce flames, and the place where he passed burned to the ground.

With a movement of his fingers, the withered branches turned into five demon-subduing pestles, which penetrated Shang Xu's limbs and inner mansion respectively, nailing him to a boulder. "Ahh Shang Xu screamed in a heart-rending scream, his eyes almost bulging out, and he looked at Su Hansheng in disbelief. His throat had been pierced by the demon pestle, and he made a tearing sound while vomiting blood: "You...... You are actually ......" Shu Hansheng's body was like a piece of feathers, and he stepped lightly on the companion tree and fell in front of Shang Xu.

In Xiao Shaojun's cognition, this is Xu Nanjun's dead previous life. He doesn't have to pretend to be crazy and stupid in front of anyone, let alone pretend to be obedient.

The five fingers of the cold sound were distinct, and he grabbed a demon-slaying pestle, and his snow-white hair fell down to his ankles, lining his whole person as if it was made of ice and snow.

There was a muffled "poof" sound.

Shaojun's beautiful hand slammed the magic pestle... Shang Xu's head suddenly split into two, and with the magic pattern, it disappeared in a flash, turning into powder and falling onto the boulder.

Shang Xu didn't even scream, and then he lost his breath.

Su Hansheng lowered his eyes and looked at it, his eyes were ruthless and senseless.

Suddenly, he seemed to be a different person, his brows drooped slightly, and his pupils showed a little sadness. "It's so pathetic."

The young man's face was immature, with a well-behaved and docile childishness, and he looked sadly at the corpse below, his eyes were red, and tears were falling down.

——This is what he looked like in front of Xu Nanzhi during this period of time.

Seventeen-year-old Xiao Shaojun is just a child who is ignorant of the world and goes to school for the first time, gags with his peers, and is sometimes obedient and sometimes petty in front of his brothers and elders.

all

People like him.

"Heaven is clear, all things have spirits."

Shu Han staggered to the ground, squatting in front of Shang Xu's corpse, tears falling down, as if he wanted to reach out to stop the steady flow of blood, and muttered, "Are you going to die? Don't ......"

Suddenly, Shang Xu gasped sharply.

The head that had just been smashed into powder by the cold sound actually grew out of thin air, but it was no longer the appearance of "Shang Order". ——There was a little cinnabar between this person's eyebrows, and he remembered that this was the female cultivator of the Wendao Academy.

Su Hansheng looked at the nun with tears on his face, and touched her head with trembling hands, obviously a gentle and pitying action, but the sad and sympathetic look on his face became more and more strange.

The corners of his lips were not hooked, his eyes were not curved, and he did not even make a sound. But you can feel him laughing.

Su Hansheng's eyes were full of smiles and undiscordant killing intent, and he said softly: "...... yes, of course you won't die. The "saints" who have taken countless lives from the Fuer tribe will naturally not die easily.

The "nun" almost burned with phoenix bone fire all over her body, burning from her limbs, and she struggled in pain only to be nailed to the boulder by the demon pestle. She gritted her teeth and said sharply: "I have lived for hundreds of years, and there are countless people who have taken my head, even if you kill me a hundred times, I still have a life to live, and you ......"

There was a chill and a pain in his neck. He casually raised his hand and touched it, and his palm was full of blood.

Weng Lin Road.

A strange smile appeared at the corner of the nun's lips, and the fingers that were nailed to the ground by the demon pestle moved with difficulty, and she instantly wanted to take the head of Su Hansheng.

But at the moment of the formation, a strange rune flashed on Su Hansheng's body.

The nun's eyes narrowed.

Before he could react, the formation on the rune suddenly reversed, and before he could even move his hand, the brand-new head turned into blood in an instant.

The third head slowly appeared, and it was a man that Su Hansheng didn't recognize.

There was finally some unconscious fear and jealousy in his brown-red eyes, and he took a deep breath and tried to discuss with Su Hansheng. "The other students in the shallow beach have all been hit by the 'Weng Lin Dao', if you kill me again, I will all urge the formation and kill them.... Hmm!"

Before the threatening words were finished, the chilling demon pestle fell again. The blood had stained the boulder beneath the "saint" bright red, and there were broken bones everywhere.

When Beggar Fu Zhao struggled to step on the dead branches, he saw such a miserable situation of purgatory. He was stunned and said, "Less.

… Shaojun?"

Su Hansheng was obediently squatting in front of the "saint" with his knees hugged, patiently waiting for him to change his head and resurrect him, when he heard the voice, he turned his head slightly, and only after looking at it for a long time did he recognize the person.

His eyes were slightly bent: "Begging Zhao, why are you here?"

Begging Fu Zhao choked. The cold sound was covered in blood, and blood was still dripping from the snow hair, but there was a childish look on his face.

Qi Fu Zhao vaguely heard the words of the "saint", and cautiously stretched out his hand towards Shu Hansheng: "Shaojun, Yuan Qian and Wu Baili have all fallen into Weng Lin Dao, ...... You think twice. "

Su Hansheng recognized Qi Fu Zhao, Yuan Qian, and Wu Baili, but his mind was chaotic, and he couldn't tell the difference between the past and the present life.

"Oh." He didn't care, "Don't worry, I'm not going to be sad." Even if everyone died in front of him, he wouldn't even look at it.

Begging Zhao was stunned.

Seeing that the new head slowly reappeared on the neck of the "saint", Qi Fuzhao frowned, and his eyes sharpened to catch a glimpse of a bloody mark on the neck of the cold sound.

That blood streak was deeper than the others, and there must have been more than one rune.

Su Hansheng seemed to know nothing, and was still staring at the "saint" with a happy face.

Qi Fu Zhao hurriedly said: "Shaojun, Shaojun calm down! You have also fallen for Weng Lin Dao, don't joke with your life! We have docked, and we will find Senior Brother Xu immediately. Wait for Senior Brother Xu to come over, or Wen Jingyu...... Wait for them to come and save us, okay?"

The smile on his face disappeared, and he looked up at Qi Fu Zhao in a daze. "Wait...... Wait for them to come to my rescue?"

Beggar Zhao said: "Yes, can you wait a little longer?"

The state of the cold sound is obviously wrong, but during the foundation building period, the Fuer clan of the Yuanying Great Perfection can be pressed to the ground and ravaged wantonly. It must have been a forbidden technique to forcibly improve one's cultivation.

The associated trees were overwhelming, and even Xiao Shaojun's jet-black black hair turned snow-white. This is a very bad omen.

Shu Hansheng was originally obediently and skillfully squatting there, but suddenly as if he was angered by this sentence, the companion tree roared and opened its teeth and claws, and a withered branch violently wrapped Qi Fu Zhao around his waist.

"Why did I want them to come to my rescue?"

The blood that had been so hard to stop in Qi Fu Zhao's heart almost collapsed again, and he was dragged by the dead branch and hung in the air, inhaling with difficulty. "Shao, Shaojun?!"

An ominous scarlet appeared in the pupils of Su Hansheng's eyes, and he said lightly: "I don't want to do it

Who will come to the rescue? "He doesn't need anyone to save him. Whether it is Xu Nan who is looking for medicine for him.. Or Chongjue, who carried the banner of "for your good" and forcibly trapped him in the Infernal Prison Hall to prevent him from killing himself.

Su Hansheng's face was expressionless, and he repeated it as if he was stunned. "I never needed someone else to save ......"

No one could save him from a purgatory full of headless ghosts. Even if he lives again and Xu Nan comes back from the dead, he still can't get rid of his demons.

Qi Fu Zhao sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly said: "Okay, good, don't let others come to save you, Shaojun can save himself." "

Su Hansheng's eyes were dilated, and he looked at the beggar Zhao for a long time, as if he had changed back to the docile and well-behaved little young gentleman on weekdays. "yes, I can save myself."

Seeing that it worked, he said tentatively: "Shaojun has also been hit by Weng Lin Dao, let's remove the rune first and then kill him......"

He didn't know if Weng Lindao was useful to Su Hansheng, but he understood that once this person urged Weng Lindao, Yuan Qian, Wu Baili, and even all the students in the other schools who had won Weng Lindao would not survive.

This so-called "saint" cannot be provoked.

"Don't kill him yet." Su Hansheng repeated in confusion, "Wait...... Wait for the rune to be lifted......" Begging Zhao said: "Yes."

Yuan Qian and Wu Baili have already gone to find Xu Nan, as long as Senior Brother Xu is found, Shaojun will definitely not use the forbidden technique to consume his life if he listens to Xu Nan's words like this.

But Begging Fu Zhao thought too well.

As soon as Su Hansheng's crazy mind softened, the "saint" on the ground turned into a head again, his cold eyes stared at Su Hansheng, and his fingers moved suddenly.

"When I finish killing these Jindan students, the next one to urge is Weng Lin ...... of Xu Nanzhi."

Su Hansheng's eyes widened suddenly, and the demon pestle in his hand smashed down. Blood splattered again.

The hand that hadn't yet urged Weng Lindao fell suddenly.

The first time Qi Fu Zhao saw Su Hansheng killing, he was shocked by his crisp and fierce movements.

Su Hansheng's eyes smashed his head without blinking, and his body was covered with hideous splashes of blood, he knelt there tilting his head and looked at the "saint" with an expressionless face, and gently opened his lips like a demon: "Where is my senior brother's head?"

The "saint" was silent, and it was naturally impossible to respond to him.

Su Hansheng is like a child in a period of order, stubbornly trying to get an answer from the mouth of a dead man. His eyes were glazed open, and he persistently asked over and over again. "Where's my brother's head?"

What about the r/> head?

Qi Fu Zhao was so cold that he didn't dare to interrupt him at all.

Su Hansheng asked ten times tirelessly, and suddenly became completely impatient, grabbed the shoulders of the "saint", and said sharply with red eyes.

"Hand over my brother's head!"

But soon, as if he had changed into a different person, he hugged the corpse and cried bitterly, whimpering and begging. "Please, let me do whatever I want, just give me back his head."

Beggar Zhao only felt that he seemed to be a little crazy. Seeing Su Han's thin body kneeling in a pool of blood and crying, he even wanted to struggle to break free from the shackles of the companion tree and hug him.

But he lost too much blood and was tied up in the air by the companion tree, and he couldn't use his spiritual power at all.

After being angry and sad, Su Hansheng looked at the man who had regrown his head, and casually nailed his body back to the boulder. The tears on his face were not dry, but he didn't care too much about wiping them casually, and said casually. "Ah, it's alive again, go on."

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sp; Xu was annoyed, Su Hansheng squinted at the person below him, raised his hand and bit the inside of his wrist fiercely. The wound instantly overflowed with hideous blood, and it overflowed in a row.

Shu Hansheng no longer had the brains to think about who was "taking the place" of his wounds, he tilted his head slightly, his slender neck stretched out a line, and the scattered snow hair fell from his shoulders into a pool of blood.

The blood on his wrist dripped into blood lines, and the blood moon slowly fell on his pale cheeks.

Weng Lin said...... Weng Lin Road. Shu Hansheng closed his eyes, letting his hot face slide down his face, and the hot blood mixed with phoenix fire slowly drew strange magic patterns on his plain white face.

It was only a moment, and a strange scarlet pattern appeared on half of his face.

The young man's face was childish, half of his face was full of hideous blood, and the other half of his face was strange and evil, and even the amber eyes seemed to burn with orange-red fire.

Shu Hansheng murmured softly: "Fight with your life, if I use 'Weng Lin Dao' to kill you......" The "saint" who had woken up with difficulty under him was stunned.

Shu Hansheng knelt in a pool of blood, his long narrow eyes opened slightly, and a raised arm blocked half of his face, and he could only see the evil eyes looking at him condescendingly.

Just at a glance, the "saint" who was almost considered a pure-blooded bloodline of the Fuer clan was cold all over his body. - If he hadn't been lying half-dead on the ground, he would have knelt down uncontrollably with his knees paralyzed.

Su Hansheng suddenly laughed, and he said in a low voice with a difficult voice: ...... Is it yours or is it some other head?

4; The saint's face instantly turned as white as paper.

Weng Lindao is a forbidden technique on the Rotten Ke spectrum, and he will only get this technique when he is valued by the holy artifact, so he naturally knows all the details of this forbidden technique.

But it took him hundreds of years to completely control this rune, and the young man in front of him looked at the crown before he could get the ability....

Thinking of this, the strange runes on Su Hansheng's face poked out a complete formation and floated in front of him, gently supported by that beautiful finger.

The "sage" almost stopped breathing. That...... It's actually a complete Weng Lin Dao?!

Men who have lived for hundreds of years and have been killed countless times have never felt that "death" is such a terrible thing, and even proudly proclaimed themselves "saints".

But today, for the first time, I felt the instinctive fear of "death".

I don't know whose head it is, but I saw a hint of jealousy on that handsome face, and said quickly: "...... You have a very high talent for runes, but there aren't many books in the Three Realms that record high-grade runes! I can teach you...... I know the hundreds of formations left over from the Fuer Clan, and I can teach you all of them if you want to.

Talent?

Shu Hansheng held Weng Lindao's formation with his fingers, tilted his head to look at the man, and said lightly: "You return my senior brother's head first."

The man was stunned: Senior brother? Xu Nanzhi?

"Hmm." As if he had come to life, he slowly twisted into a snake and coiled around his eyes, and said softly, Give me his head.

The man said incredulously: "I didn't kill him with Weng Lin Dao." ”

Su Hansheng said, "You killed." ”

No!

Su Hansheng felt that this person really deserved to die, he should learn from what Chongjue taught him, kill people directly, there is no need to talk so much nonsense, and save the dying beast from fighting back.

He had lost his patience and was about to cut off the man's head with Weng Lindao.

Beggar Zhao, who had lost too much blood, opened his eyes with difficulty, and when he saw this, he hurriedly stopped: Shaojun and slow! Weng Lin Dao is a forbidden technique, this person has no luck, if you kill him, you will avoid the heavens without his luck, and leaving the Rotten Ke Realm will inevitably attract thunder!

The reason why the "saints" killed people were all noble people, and they were also able to avoid the thunder with the luck on their heads. Otherwise, he would have killed so many people in a hundred years, and he would have been split into powder by the heavenly thunder.

Su Hansheng tilted his head to look at him, chuckled, completely ignoring the so-called "thunder punishment", and slowly approached Weng Lindao to the "saint". This kind of fluttering leaning in

The formation, like a blunt knife grinding flesh, prolongs the pain of waiting for death to come.

The "saint" has long felt that the word 'death' has nothing to do with him because of his perennial death, so death is gradually approaching him at this time, and he is more and more frightened and frightened.

"I really didn't kill Xu Nanzhi, I don't believe you used amber to find him, we will confront him face to face!"

As he spoke, he quietly urged the magic pattern in his hand. Su Hansheng suddenly said: "Do you kill the others first, or will I use Weng Lin Dao to cut off your neck first......"

"Saint" a meal.

The cold sound leaned down and gently approached his cheek, and the snow hair drooped down from his shoulders and poured onto the man's neck, bringing a burning sensation.

Su Hansheng's eyes were full of smiles, his pupils burned with bright orange-red light, and the whole person came to his ear and muttered in a breath with a depressed and crazy sickness.

Do you dare to bet?

Su Hansheng didn't care about Yuan Qian, Wu Baili, or even his own life. But this "saint" seems to be extremely afraid of death. It's a must-lose gamble.

Su Hansheng looked at the look of fear on his face, and suddenly Chongjue's words. What they fear, what you will take away.

See.

Chongjue hugged the thin Shu Hansheng from behind, forced him to look at the corpse of the Fuer clan hanging in the dry forest of the Infernal Prison, and taught him with a low smile, "They are so afraid of death, but they are so comfortable waving a butcher's knife at you. Isn't it joyful to kill them and look at their near-death fear?

Su Hansheng's answer at that time was: No, I am tired and want to go back to sleep. But now looking at the "saint" with horror in his eyes, Su Hansheng strangely understood the meaning of Chongjue's words.

The people who used the knife "Weng Lin Dao" to kill countless righteous monks were also afraid that this butcher knife would fall on their heads. It's strange that people are creatures.

Don't be afraid. Su Hansheng tilted his head to look at him in confusion, "Why should you be afraid of your own sword?

The "saint" stared at the strange abyss-like eyes of Su Hansheng, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer. Death...... It's an instinct that everyone fears.

Su Hansheng lowered his eyes and looked at him, and said softly: Don't be afraid, don't ......

As he whispered softly, the thin runes like cicada wings between his five fingers slowly fell on the neck of the "saint", and the other free hand covered his eyes, as if he was treating someone who invited him.

White

's hair fell into dirty blood, and the phoenix bone fire burned out a brilliant and beautiful shattered light.

… Fear.

The gentle tail note gently bypassed the man's ear, and only a crisp "ding" sound was heard in his ear. It was the sound of the formation activating.

Weng Lindao quietly urged, and cut off the head of the "saint" in an instant.

The "saint" still had an incredible fear on his body, his eyes widened at the sound of the cold, and his thick eyelashes swept into the hot palms.

Su Hansheng knelt softly in a pool of blood, muttering an unknown song in his mouth. …… Until the eyes under the palm of the hand slowly closed unwillingly.

Weng Lindao's magic circle took away the head and life of the "saint" body, and silently turned into a pitch-black demon heart floating in the air. Su Hansheng stretched out his white fingers and pinched the pitch-black demon heart, looking at it curiously.

Begging Fu Zhao was completely shocked by the madness of the cold sound, and was tied up in the air by the companion tree, unable to return to his senses for a long time. This is still ...... Is that young gentleman who doesn't know the world? Or is that obedient and gentle appearance from before a camouflage similar to a skin?

Begging Zhao couldn't tell the difference.

I couldn't tell the cold sound.

The saint's body has been killed by Weng Lindao, and no matter how many lives there are, it will not help, and he will never be resurrected.

Shu Hansheng staggered to stand up with the demon pestle, his plain robe had turned into a hideous bloody cloth, his snow hair was dragging to the ground, and the tips of his hair had been soaked in blood and scarlet.

Even if he killed the "saint", Su Hansheng was still in a dream-like state, looking at his surroundings in a daze, and he didn't know where he was and what he was going to do.

After a while, he said "ah".

That's right, I want to find the head of my brother.

But the "saint" has been killed by him, where to find the lost head of the senior brother?

Su Hansheng was thinking about it, and the headless ghosts who had followed him for two lives appeared quietly, and Xu Nanzhi's voice came with malice. If you can't find it, you can sacrifice it to me with your own head.

Su Hansheng thought about it and seemed to think it made sense. That's right.

Give his head away, and these headless ghosts won't come to haunt him anymore.

The delirious Shu Hansheng actually felt that this method was feasible, raised his hand and moved slightly, and a dead branch came into the air, slowly wrapping around his slender neck.

The demons are stronger than ever. Quick, give it to me!

Xiao Xiao, I died for you, you agree

Give me the head. Yes, if I hadn't wanted to save you, I would never have ended up in a tragic death, how would you compensate me?

The dead branches of his neck tightened more and more, and there was a burst of dispersion in front of him, and countless headless ghosts roared at him, sometimes laughing, the sound was noisy and deafening.

Down, Xiao Xiao. Su Hansheng's eyes widened slightly, and he looked confused.

In the midst of the dense headless ghosts wearing Xu Nan's clothes, there seemed to be a person standing towards him. It was the only person with a head in the sea of headless corpses.

Xu Nan was covered in blood, the black gold spear had been broken in two, and he broke out of the formation in the wasteland with difficulty, and saw that the companion tree that covered the sky and the sun was going crazy.

Yuan Qian and Wu Baili brought Xu Nan quickly, and a snake was eager to grow eighteen legs.

Xu Nanzhi was not lightly injured, and a blood mark overflowed from the corner of his lips, but his eyes swept away the cold sound of being wrapped in vines and almost hanged himself, and he immediately took a breath and immediately stumbled down.

Rustling!

Su Hansheng looked at him in confusion.

Before he cut off his head, did his brother have a head? Strange world.

Xu Nan held the broken black gold spear in his hand, gritted his teeth violently, and tried his best to cut off the dead branch on Su Hansheng's neck.

Yuan Qian also hurriedly rescued Qi Fu Zhao, who was hanging in the air and almost lost blood to death, and saw that he had no breath in and no breath, so he hurriedly stuffed him with a bunch of elixirs.

Su Hansheng was caught off guard and fell to the ground, watching Xu Nan break through countless headless ghosts and stumble towards him.

Xu was clear for a moment, and suddenly muttered in a cold voice. Brother......

Xu Nanyu lunged at him suddenly, and was about to hold the bloodied cold sound in his arms. The dead branches in front of him turned into countless vines, forcibly blocking him out.

Xu Nanzhi was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was injured and confused, and he didn't recognize anyone like last time, so he hurriedly said: "I'm a senior brother, I'm sorry I'm late, senior brother...... Senior brother has come to save you.

The cold sound and snow were drooping, and the godless amber eyes looked straight at him through the vines, and when he heard this, he suddenly "poofed" for some reason, and laughed out loud.

Xu Nan was stunned.

The sound of the cold was like hearing a big joke, and the laughter couldn't be stopped. "Hahaha it's good, senior brother came to save me, senior brother...... Come to my rescue again. ”

Xu Nanzhi didn't understand what was wrong with him, and looked at the snowy hair and felt a pain in his heart.

/ > he didn't dare to stimulate the cold sound, so he tried to make it as gentle as possible, and quietly approached the companion tree. Xiao Xiao, don't you recognize Senior Brother?

As Xu Nanlian walked forward slowly, the dead branches scattered, making way for him to lead to the cold sound. The dead branches of the companion tree intertwine into a dense web that separates the two.

Standing in the darkness and laughing, he staggered over the pool of blood from the corpse to the net of dead branches, and shouted obediently. Brother.

Xu Nanyu didn't dare to forcibly break the cage-like net in front of him, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the dead branch, seeing that he seemed to have returned to his usual obedient appearance, he breathed a sigh of relief without a trace: Xiao Xiao, cold sound......

The amber eyes pierced through the cracks of the layers of dead branches, and Su Hansheng raised his hand and touched his five fingers across the cobwebs and Xu Nan's fingers. But he didn't remove the wilts that had stopped them.

Su Hansheng smiled before he dissipated, raised his eyes and looked at Xu Nanzhi, and said softly: Xu Nanzhi.

Xu Nanyu was slightly stunned.

Su Hansheng never called his name directly, more.... I didn't look at him with such strange eyes.

Xu Nan's face was dazed, and he didn't understand what the look in Su Hansheng's eyes was. Angry? Wrong.

Su Hansheng suddenly said: .... I hate you. Xu Nanzhi stiffened and looked at him in disbelief.

There was a painful coldness in his eyes, and the despair of the dead ashes. - Those eyes were full of resentment that couldn't be hidden.

Although Chongjue trapped him in the forbidden hall, he was not free.

But what Xu Nan gave him was the shackles of his state of mind, so that Su Hansheng couldn't get rid of his demons for the rest of his life. Draw the ground as a prison, and the pain is unbearable.

Xu Nanzhi's face was as white as paper.

Countless dead branches silently climbed on Su Hansheng's shoulders, wrapping around his slender neck inch by inch. Su Hansheng's eyes were full of hatred, but tears kept falling, sliding down his pale cheeks and dripping into pools of blood.

He completely tore away the disguise of obedience, revealing his strange and sick nature. Xu Nanzhi, I hate you to death.