The moonlight on the shady slope was particularly cold, illuminating the bleak grass on the grave and desolate.

Huaxin looked at the deserted graves in the four fields, and he didn't know how many red faces and dry bones, and finally only ended up with a handful of loess.

"That woman died very unjustly. I could feel that she seemed to have a lot more to say. The painting heart rested on Shuyi's shoulder, and his voice was surprisingly gentle.

She remembered that 10,000 years ago, when she was reluctant to close her eyes, a thousand words, but she had not said anything. It's just that she is lucky, she is still alive, and she still has the opportunity to hold him and slowly explain those unfinished words to him.

"There are many such deaths in the world, how can you manage it. Shuyi slowly reached out to hug the heart of the painting, feeling both happy and hesitant to touch the softness of her heart.

Happily, she was willing to take off her disguise in front of him, and showed him all her arrogance, resentment, shyness, and anger without reservation. Moreover, it was only shown to him alone.

What hesitating is that such a hard appearance will inevitably attract countless enemies, how can such a soft heart withstand the vicissitudes of the world? He would rather her kill the decisive and hard-hearted, so that it is more suitable for this cruel world, suitable for the disturbing deceit here, suitable for the life and death here at all times.

At first, Shuyi thought that she was a bloody demon from the mountains and forests, but now she felt that she was more like a goddess from the heavens who was not stained with mortal dust and had compassion.

"Let's forget about this matter, and if we continue to investigate, I don't know who will be killed because of this and die in vain for no reason. Huaxin sighed, "Maybe that Dai Chun'er may not be able to come back alive from Qingcheng." ”

Shuyi was silent.

Shuyi naturally didn't know where the compassion of the painting heart came from, because he forgot the corpses and bones that were everywhere under the Moon God Mountain ten thousand years ago. It was a sin that the painting heart could never forget and could not be washed away, and those unjust souls, although they did not die at her hands, they also died because of her.

And although Tao Yao has had a history in painting, he has made meritorious contributions to the world, at least Tao Yao stabbed Jun Yi's sword and ended the endless battle.

Therefore, the fate of Tao Yao is endless, so that Tao Yao has been born again, and has become the current Tao Xin'er, and she met Shuyi one step ahead of her, this is all karma.

"You don't have to worry, when my body recovers, I have the ability to catch the bloody and cruel murderer behind it. ”

Shuyi was still silent.

If everything depends on her, then won't he become a useless waste to her?

There has never been a moment when Shuyi is so eager for power, eager to have a powerful power that can protect her life.

At night, the wind on the mountain blew, and a gloomy chill came in along the collar and cuffs, and the painting couldn't help shrinking into Shuyi's arms, and said in a low voice, "Go back, I don't like it here, it's too dark." ”

"Good. ”

Shuyi responded low, holding the painting heart and flying towards Wuxinju.

Originally, Shuyi already had some eyebrows in his heart, and he vaguely suspected that Shengge actually died six years ago, and the later Shengge ......

Huaxin didn't want to pursue it anymore, Shuyi was happy to see it, he didn't want Huaxin to participate in these rights and wrongs, he would secretly investigate this matter, and he didn't dare to deceive him!

In a blink of an eye, he arrived at Wuxinju, and the painting said that he didn't like the dark, and Shuyi put night pearls everywhere in Wuxinju, shining as bright as day. Huaxin didn't want to go back to the house to sleep, so Shuyi accompanied her to lie under the flower stand in the courtyard, according to the meaning of Huaxin, slept on two beds, both tired for a day, but also slept peacefully.

In the middle of the night, the heart of the painting was unbearable, and he woke up in a cold sweat, and when he opened his mouth, he vomited a mouthful of black blood on the blooming wisteria. For fear of waking up Shuyi, he didn't dare to move rashly, only covered his chest and gasped.

Sweat-soaked shirt, fragrant shoulders trembled slightly.

Huaxin gritted his teeth and didn't dare to moan, because he used his divine power when he stabbed his finger to take blood today, and the poison seemed to have soaked into the heart's mouth The sword wounded, and the pain of the heart was unbearable.

Are you going to die?

The painting heart clenched the placket on his chest, and the corners of his mouth hooked a touch of self-mockery, he couldn't die when he wanted to die, and when he didn't want to die, he was helpless. I don't know what will become of her, a monster outside the Three Realms and Six Realms, if she dies, maybe she won't even have an afterlife.

The heart is getting more and more painful, the consciousness is getting more and more blurred, and the painting heart deeply embeds the nails deep in the palm, and uses the pain of piercing the flesh to maintain the last trace of clarity in the brain.

"Ahem—"

With a long cough, the eyes of the painting heart turned black, the body leaned forward, and fell into the arms of an agarwood, the black blood stained the moon-white robe, like a Danqing wonderful brush, such as ink freehand, without reducing his elegance.

"Old fox, you're finally here. The painting heart pounced on Jun Yin, and suddenly he was at ease.

It's good to come, at least she doesn't have to die.

She doesn't want to die just yet.

When Shuyi heard the movement, Fang wanted to get up, Jun Yin waved his sleeves and clicked on the faint point, and Shuyi fell asleep again.

"Ahem......"

The painting heart grabbed Jun Yin's bloodstained white robe and coughed violently, Jun Yin put the painting heart on the couch, straightened it, sat cross-legged behind her, raised his palm against the back of her heart, and the divine power slowly seeped in, slowly forcing the toxin out of the sword wound in her heart.

The heart of the painting heart is incomplete, and the wound that Shen Yuan passes through cannot be healed. The missing piece of the heart has become the fatal weakness of the painting heart, and it also makes it impossible for her to drive the power of the Nine Shadows.

"Old fox, do I still have anything to save?"

Seeing that Jun Yin did not give her medicine, but used divine power to forcibly expel the poison, but this god-devouring poison was originally the one that restrained the gods, so it was half the effort, and he knew that Jun Yin probably had no best strategy.

"Don't speak. Jun Yin's voice was cold and serious.

"If you can't do this, you will run out of divine power, and it will not help. The painting heart swooped forward, broke away from Jun Yin's palm, and looked back at Jun Yin with a pant.

"I really want to die. Jun Yin looked at the blood in the heart of the painting, and threw a plain white Juanpa to her, his eyes full of disgust.

"Then what are you going to do? Huaxin took the square handkerchief and slowly wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth.

"I'm afraid you'll die, my stupid brother will follow you to die or live, and then I'll have to be tired to save two lives. Jun Yin sat on the couch, one leg slightly bent, and looked sideways at the sleeping Shuyi, with an expression of hatred that iron is not steel.

"You're pretty good at calculating. The painting heart glanced at Jun Yin, wiped the blood stains, and wanted to return Juan Pa to Jun Yin, but saw a manzhu shahua embroidered under Juan Pa, and there was a faint heart word underneath, which was very familiar, and couldn't help asking, "This square handkerchief was given to Jun Yi at the beginning, how could it be here with you." ”

Jun Yin's eyelids jumped, and he turned to smile and said, "The Forgotten Dust Hall is full of objects you gave Jun Yi, after he disappeared, I naturally inherited his huge inheritance, and I will use it when I put it away." ”

"You talk nonsense. Huaxin stared at Jun Yin, "After I gave it to him, he forgot about it, and insisted that I didn't give it to him, and he never found it." ”

Jun Yin smiled bitterly, Jun Yi naturally couldn't find it, and Jun Yi didn't forget it, because that time he pretended to be Jun Yi to go to the Valley of Love to find her, and when the two of them were leaning on a tree and Lao Mei were drunk, she took it out of her arms and gave it to him.

But the old fox is the old fox, calmly, and said calmly, "Didn't he drink too much that day, came back drunk, and dropped this handkerchief on the cloud steps, and I picked it up and padd the manuscript casually, and then I forgot it, and I saw it again when I was sorting out the manuscript hundreds of years ago." ”

"Now it's time to return it to its rightful owner. Huaxin took back the square handkerchief that was supposed to be returned to Jun Yin and stuffed it into his arms.

Jun Yin's eyes flashed, it was clearly extinguished, and he laughed, it didn't belong to him in the first place, the numerology was mysterious, going around and around, and now she took it back, it's okay.

Huaxin didn't bother to investigate Fang Juanpa's trivial matter at this time, or her life was more important, it was rare to smile at Jun Yin with a pleasant face, and said with compliments, "Spirit Palm Observation Dust Mirror, you have always known everything, can you know the origin of this god-devouring poison?"