He was able to see again, but he lost the most beautiful color in his eyes, and what difference did it make if those eyes could be saved?

The wine cellar of Duxi is very large, and there are more than ten rows of wooden shelves neatly arranged in it, and the wooden shelves are divided into squares of different sizes, and a dazzling array of porcelain vases are displayed in them, and the porcelain vases are respectively pasted with lotus stamen, Hantan incense, autumn dew white, bamboo leaf green, golden stem dew, Taixi white, plum blossom brewing...... There is a wide variety and everything you need.

But the disciples of Duxi have always been self-conscious, most of the time no one drinks, these wines have always only appeared at wedding banquets, and Song Wangchen is an extremely self-conscious person, no matter how many worries he has in his heart, he will not drink and buy drunk, but today is an exception, he is not worried, but lost his heart.

Song Wangchen walked slowly in the aisle of the wine cellar, touching the rows of fragrant wine with his fingertips, and finally stopped in front of the white porcelain bottle that said "Thousand Days of Drunkenness", and after taking it out casually, he opened the wine cork and poured it down.

After a bottle of drunkenness, Song Wangchen's cheeks were drunk, his mouth was full of bitterness, but his mind was full of Ji Nuan's shadows, including her angry appearance, her smiling appearance, her coquettish appearance to please herself, and her sad and tearful appearance......

He kept shaking his head and wanted to throw her out of his mind, but no matter how he shook it, it was useless, her smile always appeared in front of him, he angrily threw the porcelain bottle in his hand on the ground, and then took a bottle of Hantan incense and poured it into his mouth, and after drinking, he smashed the porcelain bottle again, and continued to drink other wine.

Cheng Xiaorou and Tang Yanyan stood at the wall, staring at Song Wangchen's actions in a chaotic manner, but they didn't step forward to stop him, he needed to vent, then they could only go by him.

"Who changed the wine here?" Song Wangchen asked angrily, and suddenly smashed the wooden frame in front of him with one palm, accompanied by a "crackling" sound, the porcelain bottle on the wooden frame shattered in response, and the wine and porcelain fragments were scattered all over the ground, a bunch of wine that could not be intoxicating, what was the use of keeping it?

He angrily took off the ring on his ring finger and threw it in the pile of porcelain shards, but when it gradually lost its direction in his eyes, he suddenly knelt on the ground in a frenzy, and looked for the ring in the shards, and when he found it, a pair of hands had already been pierced with blood, he excitedly held it in his palm, clinging to his chest, and after a while, he got up and strode out of the cellar.

Cheng Xiaorou was already so heartbroken that she threw herself into Tang Yanyan's arms and sobbed, Song Wangchen twisted her eyebrows and violently tore her away, pinched Tang Yanyan's shoulder with his bloody palm, and roared eagerly: "Where is her way back, where is it?"

His strength was extremely great, Tang Yanyan only felt that his shoulder bones were about to be crushed by him, but he still said to him very calmly, "You let go first, and I'll tell you when your emotions calm down." ”

"Say, tell me, where is it?" Song Wangchen pinched him with strength that did not decrease but increased, and his hazy eyes were full of fierceness, but Tang Yan refused to say it, and the fierceness in Song Wangchen's eyes gradually turned into killing intent, and the big hand was about to reach out to his neck.

Cheng Xiaorou hurriedly made a slap on the back of Song Wangchen's neck, but not only did he not faint, but pushed Tang Yanyan away, and when he looked back, a pair of scarlet pupils glared at her viciously, and the oncoming fist wind forced her to close her eyes, but she didn't dodge, just called out softly, "Senior Brother".

Song Wangchen's punch didn't fall after all, and then slammed into the stone wall, when the fist was removed from the stone wall pit, the back of the hand that was already drenched in blood looked extremely hideous and terrifying, and the blood fell to the floor drop by drop, and he seemed to have lost his sense of pain, and smashed his fist at the stone wall again.

Tang Yanyan hurriedly grabbed his wrist, stuffed Ji Nuan's ring into his hand, and said: "That day, she and I brought Yu Man out of a landscape painting, and our way back to modern times is in that painting, if you still want to find her, you have to find that painting first, don't torture yourself anymore." ”

Song Wangchen calmed down a little at this time, and remembered that Ji Nuan had been included in a landscape painting by Jiang Yu before, as long as he found that painting, he could find her, and then ask her in person, why did he abandon himself ruthlessly? He had promised that she was willing to leave everything here and go to modern times with her, why couldn't she wait for him to wake up and go together?

He grabbed the ring, walked back to the South Courtyard, washed the blood stains on his hands, and then took off his school uniform, changed back to the bloodless Tsing Yi, and also changed back to the ruthless, unrighteous, and frosty Song Jue.

When he arrived at the school grounds, Tang Yanyan immediately blocked his way and wondered, "Where are you going?"

"Eliminate demons!" Song Wangchen left two cold words, and disappeared in front of his eyes by the way.

Tang Yanyan shook his head and sighed, he thought that Song Wangchen would look around for the landscape painting that he didn't know where to go, to find Ji Nuan, but he didn't expect him to turn back into the ruthless person who was lonely and cold before, and only thought about killing demons and demons.

"Senior brother, he has the world in his heart, he must want to kill the blood demon, and then go to find Senior Sister Ji without any scruples. Cheng Xiaorou muttered to herself, then suddenly turned to face Tang Yanyan, and asked with a smile: "If Senior Brother finds that painting, will you also go back?" Although she tried her best to hide her panic, tears filled her eyes mercilessly.

"The place where the lady is is my home, I have been by your side for the rest of my life, and you can't get rid of it!"

Tang Yanyan smiled and went to grab Cheng Xiaorou's shoulder, she turned sideways shyly, lowered her eyes and murmured: "Who is your lady, we haven't married yet." The two red flowers on her cheeks quickly spread to her earlobes, and they were even more delicate than the cold plums of Namei Peak.

"Doesn't the cave room count?" he asked, smiling obscenely, very pleasant, seeing that Cheng Xiaorou was becoming more and more shy, he took her into his arms again, and said seriously: "Lady, after the demon clan is pacified, I will definitely make up the grandest wedding for you, okay?"

"Hmm!" Cheng Xiaorou smiled, and then said: "As the head of Duxi River, I shouldn't stay in Duxi to save my life, I will go down the mountain to advance and retreat with the disciples of Duxi today, your cultivation is shallow, just stay in Duxi and wait for me to return, you ......"

Before he could finish his words, he put his index finger on his lips, and he said: "I said, I will be where the lady is, you have to protect me as a burden, otherwise you will not be fair." ”

Cheng Xiaorou hooked her lips and smiled, nodded her head heavily, and the two snuggled up to each other on the school grounds, adding countless poetic feelings to this empty twilight stream.

......

Outside the town at the foot of Twilight Creek Mountain, there are tens of thousands of demon soldiers dressed in black armor, armed with steel knives, and battle axes, neatly arranged into ten long dragon benchmarks, led by Shuo Li, who is holding a golden knife and standing in the air, there are also the four fierce generals of the demon race, Demon Devourer, Demon Demon, Demon Demon, Demon Demon.

The Demon Devourer fell to the ground with a jack hammer in his hand, and his height was eight feet, and his face was as fierce as a tiger. The demon demon held a Flowing Moon Scimitar in each hand and carried it cross-legged on his shoulder, and his body was as burly as a lion's might. The demon cockle held a bone whip about half a foot long and hung down to the ground, its golden pupils as sharp as a leopard's eyes. The demon is as blunt as a rhinoceros, holding a six-ling gold mace, his face is ferocious, and his fangs are half-exposed, which makes people daunting.

Shuo Li as early as two days before obeying Jiang Yu's order to pretend to be Song Wangchen, he sent the news of the imminent destruction of Xianmen back to the Demon Domain, the Demon King Shuo Heng was ambitious, how could he only send a thousand people to fight against Xianmen, he had already sent four generals of the Demon Clan and 30,000 elite soldiers stationed in the Western Regions, after receiving Shuo Li's letter, he went all the way to the border city, Funing, Guancheng, and finally arrived at Duxi.

Although all the thousands of demon soldiers were wiped out, after Shuo Li was captured and escaped, he repeated his old trick and sent 20,000 elite soldiers to make trouble in the hundred gates, so as to break down the forces gathered by the hundred gates, and the remaining 10,000 elite soldiers came to break through the twilight stream.

Song Wangchen's eyes were destroyed like a wasted person, there was no need to be afraid at all, and Zijian was eager to find the blood demon, and he had already left Dusk Creek, and there was only a delicate female head left in the huge Twilight Creek, and Shuo Li was naturally fearless.

Mo Yang took five hundred Duxi disciples to stay outside the town, and most of them were Meifeng female disciples, this kind of situation of being outnumbered, they all knew very well in their hearts that they undoubtedly only had to give away people's heads, Rao was like this, none of the Duxi disciples confessed, the long sword in his hand had already come out of its sheath, staring at the ten thousand demon soldiers without squinting.

"Kill!"

Shuo left his big hand, and the demon soldiers waved their weapons in their hands with high morale, shouting in unison, "Kill!" and rushed all the way to the people of Dusk Creek.

And the four generals of the demon clan stood fixedly, with only a few hundred people, and they didn't bother to do anything at all.

"Ah~" With a cry of pain, hundreds of demon soldiers covered their bleeding eyes, rolling all over the ground in pain.

Shuo Li raised his eyes and saw a green robe, the black cloth blindfolded Song Wangchen standing on a pine, the sword in his hand waved back and forth, cutting off tens of thousands of pine needles and hitting the eyes of the demon soldiers, he never thought that Song Wangchen was not wasted, and the sword was vigorous and powerful, and his body was full of anger, as if there were some signs of madness.

The demon clan never raises useless people, Shuo Li waved his big hand, turned into a black demonic qi, and destroyed all the demon soldiers on the ground who were destroyed and their eyes were howling, and the corners of his lips hooked up a mocking smile, even if Song Wangchen came, what could he do? It is simply wishful thinking that he alone wants to turn things around.

"Senior Brother Song," many of the Duxi disciples exclaimed in surprise, and the solemnity in their eyebrows and eyes also turned into joy in an instant, with Song Wangchen here, they had more confidence in their hearts, even in the face of 10,000 demon soldiers, this battle may not be lost.

Song Wangchen closed his eyes tightly, and listened to the direction of the people in Dusk Creek with his ears, and then leaned down in front of everyone, holding a sword to stop the demon soldiers in front of him.

"Brothers, join me in killing all the men, and keep the female dolls for everyone to have fun, okay?" Demon Devourer smiled lewdly, and the golden hammer in his hand was raised and slammed into the ground, shaking the ground and shaking the mountains.

The demon soldiers all smiled lewdly, waved their weapons again, and shouted "Kill, kill, kill!" Countless ghostly black shadows stomped on the ground, setting off bursts of wild sand.

Song Wangchen stood with one hand without saying a word, the evil in his hand had already come out of his palm, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the demon soldier, and after the big hand condensed the air and circled three times, it was a fierce palm hit on the hilt of the sword.

The thousands of demon soldiers who rushed to the front barely had a chance to fight back, and they were sealed by the void long blade and sword, turning into wisps of demonic energy and dissipating with the wind.

The four generals of the demon clan showed a look of astonishment, this move is very similar to the thousands of disciples of Dusk led by Dusk Han thousands of years ago, and the "Ten Thousand Swords Shadow Demon Array" laid out, when Dusk Creek used this array to defeat 30,000 demon elite soldiers, so that the demon clan was forced to sign a truce, and the demon king Shuo Heng did not dare to take people out of the demon domain for thousands of years, because he was afraid of the power of this formation.