Kong Yan's body slowly took off into the air, her arms spread, and more than a dozen black air currents flew out from behind her.

Mixed with tyrannical sounds, it roams the air like a hungry beast, licking its sharp fangs with its tongue when it gets a chance to get out of the cage, while eyeing the surrounding prey, once the target is locked, the bloody slaughter will begin.

Kong Yan waved her right hand slightly, and the pond on the side rippled, and a string of trickles peeled off from the surface of the water, slowly gathered in front of her, and turned into a mirror. The scene in the mirror is dim, like in a damp cave, and the surroundings are quiet, except for the "ticking" sound of water droplets falling one by one.

"Haven't you woken up yet?" she looked at the sleepy face in the middle of the scene, her eyes glancing at the Xuanliu wandering in the sky, and with a flick of her index finger, a few splashes flew out of her fingertips.

"That's him. ”

Zhuyun was still asleep, but saliva was already dripping down his cheeks to the ground, and he was snoring slightly.

Mo Chen walked in, looking at Zhuyun's exaggerated sleeping posture, and struggled to hold back his smile. She feigned composure and threw a piece of hot cake in his face.

"Hey, are you still alive?" Mo Chen asked.

"Ahhh

Zhuyun put it aside, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and looked over reluctantly, and when he saw that it was Mo Chen, he immediately felt ten thousand reluctances in his heart. He lay down again in shame, covered his face, and let out a "woo" cry.

"Hey, why are you lying down again, when have you been here, still sleeping?" Mo Chen crossed his waist with a helpless expression.

"I'm not alive, you saw my embarrassed appearance just now, and my image is completely ruined!" Zhuyun cried, and his feet fluttered a few times, like a three-year-old child.

"Get up quickly, or the bread will be cold." Mo Chen shook his head and pulled him up, "Just your playboy, self-proclaimed and romantic image, you are pretending to be in the eyes of others, deceiving the little girl, forget it in front of my eyes, the image is long gone." She pouted and said, "I didn't hit you, you......"

"What's wrong with me?" Zhuyun sat up abruptly, looking at Mo Chen wickedly, and smiled treacherously.

Mo Chen shuddered for a moment, and then took advantage of Zhuyun's unpreparedness to stuff the cake into his mouth at once.

Zhuyun was caught off guard and almost choked to death. He coughed a few times before stopping, complaining, "Hey, you're going to kill me." ”

"When is it, it's not serious, you have to change this problem, otherwise in the future... Future... Which girl will like you. Mo Chen shook his head, his tone gradually slowing down.

"Huh. Zhuyun sneered, "You shouldn't be looking for me for this." By the way, how are Yu Yi and them, and Ziying, is she better?"

As soon as he talked about serious things, his tone and face immediately became serious.

"That's what I'm here for. Mo Chen stopped messing around, she sat next to Zhuyun and asked, "Can you tell me what happened to you in the past few days?"

Zhuyun nodded and said, "I was turned into gold dust that day, lost consciousness, and ...... when I woke up"

"Am I still alive?" Zhuyun looked at his hands and body, and slowly sat up, looking at his surroundings with a puzzled expression. He was lying in a pavilion with trees next to him and a cliff in front of him, and beside him there was a stone table on which a jug of wine was placed.

"You're awake. A voice sounded behind him, and he turned his head to see Mo Yuyi standing there. He cautiously took two steps back, ready for battle.

"Don't you believe me? Why are you still wary of me? Don't worry, if I wanted to kill you, I would have done it a long time ago. With that, Mo Yuyi walked past Zhuyun, sat down on the stone bench, poured out the wine, and handed a glass to Zhuyun.

Seeing this, Zhuyun also sat down and drank the wine, which poured into his throat at once, which could make him suffer. He coughed violently, and the wine squirted out.

"Slow down, don't be in a hurry. Mo Yu poured his cup full of wine and said, "This wine is very strong, you have to take your time." ”

Zhuyun took the wine glass, this time he didn't rush to drink it, but instead asked Mo Yuyi, "You... What do you want to do?"

"That's what Murray means, he said... You have fears that you hope you can overcome. ”

"My fear... What is that?" Zhuyun was stunned, swallowed his saliva, and asked with some weakness.

"I don't know about this, you can stay with me for a while, and when the time comes, you will go back. As soon as Mo Yu drank the wine, his face did not change at all, as if he was drinking boiled water.

Zhuyun frowned and drank the wine.

"So what are your fears?" Mo Chen asked.

"My fear..."Zhuyun suddenly stopped when he was about to answer, he looked at Mo Chen and said, "It's not important. ”

"Okay, okay, what else?" Mo Chen then asked, "What else do you know?"

Zhuyun shook his head, stood up, and paced around the room: "There are too many, I can't explain clearly, and it will make people feel very surprised and strange." ”

He turned his head to look at Mo Chen and continued, "I saw Mo Yuyi saving Elder Song who was full of scars, the duel between Yu Yi and Mo Feng, and the daily life of the Dementor soldiers...... Too much, too much...... It may not be the same as we know it. ”

Mo Chen looked at his expression that he had never had before, and stopped talking, and Zhuyun also had a serious face, he lowered his head as if he was thinking about something.

"By the way, what is that floating stream, and what is the reason for the loss of control. Mo Chen suddenly thought of it and asked Zhuyun for advice.

"I also know a little bit about this, I have to ask Mo Yuyi and Mo Leiling. Zhuyun shook his head, indicating that he was not very clear.

"They were all locked up and chained ......"

Zhuyun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly became a little dissatisfied: "Why, they have obviously recovered, what are they doing with iron chains?"

Mo Leiling went through the things in his mind for so long, and after Liu Wenyi's narration, he couldn't help but gasp, and the memory in his brain was completely consistent with what the other party said.

The events of the past ten years are almost the life of two people in the previous sixteen years, and every node seems incompatible, as if someone deliberately arranged a farce, and there was a earth-shaking change in the plot that should have been smooth, which was extremely abrupt.

Now, Mo Leiling's body is still weak, and even if he has been lying down, his strength has never increased.

He held his head and thought about the Dementor in his head, when he was suddenly stunned, as if he had discovered something important.

"The seven souls of the soul are extinguished, and the three souls of half a life come with a snap of the fingers. Mo Leiling subconsciously muttered, "It turns out that Xuanliu is used like this, I know!" He stood up against the wall, looking at the outside world through those tiny holes, and in a piece of light, several Xuanliu flew over, getting closer and closer.

Murrayling took a few steps back, exhaled heavily, and adjusted his mentality.

It's just a guess, but if he succeeds, he'll regain his power.

The air currents smashed through the walls and injected directly into Mo Leiling's body. At the moment of contact, a sense of oppression invaded and stuck to his body. These crazy beasts scrambled to pour into Mo Leiling's body, afraid that if they ran a step slower, they would not be able to share the benefits.

Fine sweat began to ooze from his forehead, and his hair, which had turned black, was rapidly turning white. The two colors of black and white are playing, and neither side has given in.

The muscles of Mo Leiling's whole body bulged, his face flushed, and every bone was pulled and torn. He gritted his teeth, sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate.

"It's not about xenophobia, it's about guiding, transforming the Xuanliu into a substitute for the soul, so that the three souls and seven spirits are together, and my strength can be restored. He thought to himself, and began to channel the Xuan Liu into the meridians, refining this power.

The vitality in the body swam, blending with the irritable Xuan Current, colliding with each other.

"With the soul of the self as the mainstay, the Guiding Xuanliu as an auxiliary soul cannot be manipulated in reverse, so that the consciousness can be retained and the power of the Dementor can be used by me. ”

"Wait, if other Xuan Currents take the opportunity to flow into Mo Yuyi's body, and now is the time for him to be weak, take advantage of the weakness to enter, then this refuge cave will suffer. Mo Leiling felt bad, and couldn't help but lose his proportions, and the Xuanliu that had just been tamed began to beat again.

"Damn, you can't be distracted now, or you'll fall short!" he exhaled, signaling himself to calm down and rechannel the restless force.

"Yuichi, hold on!"

Zhu Ziying broke through the guards, opened the cell door, walked in, and then sat next to Mo Yuyi, staring at him blankly.

Mo Yuyi was still asleep, his wounds were bandaged, and a faint light penetrated in, shining on his fair face, and also illuminating those tempered memories.

Ziying looked at him, the current Mo Yu is a bit like what he was back then, with the breath of a human being, not like a cold killing machine.

She raised her hand and gently placed it on Yuyi's forehead, feeling his temperature, but it was still cold.

"Why is it still so cold?" Ziying withdrew her hand, looked to the side, and sighed, there was not much verve in her eyes, just like her still haggard face.

"Are you back?" Ziying said softly, not knowing whether she was talking to herself or to Mo Yuyi, "Brother Yu, are you really back?"

"I miss you so much, for five years, every night, I sit alone on that hillside, looking up at the night sky, fantasizing about watching the stars with you. However, every time I was lonely, I was alone. I found that I couldn't fool myself at all, because that loneliness was too intense. I often dream of you, reminiscing about the times we used to be together. Zhu Ziying smiled bitterly, covering her eyes with her hands, trying to hide the tears that were gradually overflowing, "I'm afraid that I'm getting old and starting to get attached to these old things." ”

She wiped away her tears, looked up, and tried to stop the tears.

"I've fantasized about countless encounters, but it turned out to be... Reality gave me the biggest shock! I didn't expect that the next time we met, it was actually a battlefield, we met each other, I should... I know that my home is more important, and I tell myself again and again that I can't run away from it. But... I still lose, as soon as I see you, my mustered courage disappears in an instant, what should I do?! I hate you, you ruined the black dust, you ruined the hillside, hurt your companions, when one blame after another is pointed at you, but I am trying to tell myself, to be calm, to be rational, as if their life and death are very cheap, and my hatred for you is like a house built of yellow sand, blowing away..."

Every time, when the proud ambition suddenly disappears in front of someone, then your life will lose to him (her). Your dignity, your worth, your self-confidence will be like weeds, blown to the ground by the wind, and your incomparably proud glory will become a wisp of dust in the wind, wandering freely. Perhaps, in the eyes of others, you are still the unbeatable hero, but in fact, only you know that at some inadvertent moment, you have become the defeat of that person's men. It's just that he or she may not understand it yet, but you never found out.

Because of this slow understanding, they slowly forgot everything, and in the end, the two of them drifted apart and lived a dull life.

Zhu Ziying once saw this passage in a book called "One Thought of Gods and Demons", she once didn't care, thinking that this was a pretended profound love story, but as time passed, she slowly found that she had unconsciously fallen into the quagmire and could never get rid of it.

"Could it be... Is this love?" a tear streamed down her hand and onto the ground.

"Why can't you hate it?" Kong Yan saw what had just happened clearly through the mirror, "I have shed tears for him, can you still forgive all my mistakes? Are you too stubborn, or are you..."

She clenched her fists and made a "gurgling" sound.

A ray of sunlight shone in the sky, and even if it was a sunny day, there was still a faint cold air around Kong Yan.

"How long can you hold on?" Kong Yan snapped his fingers. Then, those Xuanliu took advantage of Zhu Ziying's tears and didn't pay attention, and all entered Mo Yuyi's body.

Mo Yuyi's originally pale face gradually darkened, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch. His fingers moved, his eyes slowly opened, and a black light wandered through his eyes.

Zhu Ziying breathed a sigh of relief, but she heard the sound of "jingling" in her ears, like an iron chain. She hurriedly turned her head, and suddenly a cold hand grabbed her neck violently, and in front of her, Mo Yu stared at her tightly, her face gloomy, and her white hair dragged down.

He slowly stood up, and behind him was a strange stream of mysteries.

"Brother Yu... You... You—" Zhu Ziying looked at the other party in horror, struggling to say a few words, but then the pressure on her neck increased a lot.

"Why can't you be ruthless, he is a demon, his hands are stained with the blood of his companions, why can you forgive him?" Mo Yu's lips moved, but the voice he came out was mixed with a female voice.

Zhu Ziying was startled and said, "You... You're not him, what the hell are you... Who the hell is it?"