After I left, I got up from the ground trembling and trembling with humiliation, and there was nowhere to vent the ghost fire in my heart, and I had to beat that long snake spirit to vent my anger!

When I turned around, there was silence behind me, and there was no trace of Ah Yuan.

The only evidence that could prove that he had fought was probably the few red sand silver nails that had fallen from the ground, which had been burned into black charcoal.

Oh, I looked at the clearing and let out a sneer.

Sure enough, did you win the trick again?

The barrier on Yexun's side was obviously weakened, and even the sound of fighting with swords disappeared, and I couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart.

Uncle, I'm just trapped in the enchantment of the black mist blood pool for less than a meal, why did everything change as soon as I came out?

I took my long-held sword and walked out of the devil's step again.

There was silence all around, and I was so quiet that I was terrified.

"Yexun?" I tried to call out to him outside the barrier.

Silence, or silence.

I simply reached out and poked at the still round and very elastic barrier, and anxiety and uneasiness gradually came to my heart: "Yexun! you're in there, aren't you?"

Still no one answered.

I was so anxious that I jumped to my feet, and fine sweat oozed tightly from my forehead, thinking that the old snake spirit had never been so panicked when he stretched out his letter and licked my head.

However, at present, there is not even a little internal breath and spiritual power in the body that can be transferred, and the soul still has to support the actions of this Dharma Body.

In other words, if I fall, there will be one more body in the mass grave.

I had no choice, there was only a dull sword left around me without aura, and I didn't dare to pick it up even if I had sweat in my hands, for fear that it would rust.

"Yexun—" I sat on the ground and wept bitterly, my hands pounding against the still strong outer wall of the barrier in front of me.

Like a grave mourner.

One punch at a time, sending off my good partner who died in the line of duty.

I cried for a while, my face was stiff, but I didn't see tears rolling down.

The prohibition of Hades really worked, even if I could really feel the dense pain of being bitten by a thousand insects in my heart, but those emotions could always be suppressed and contained.

Even if that indescribable emotion spreads to all my limbs, I will not and cannot express it completely.

After struggling for a while and finally getting tired, I had to wait for the barrier to disperse after sunrise, and I wanted to really make sure that Ixun was really what I thought it was.

The wait is always going to get long, especially in this mass grave where birds don't.

I sat cross-legged on the ground and began to babble to the uncertain life and death of the Yexun in the enchantment, I never looked like a ghost who would have the patience to do such a chirping.

I actually don't hate Yexun at all, and I don't hate him from the moment I see him.

He was born a thief and was good-looking, his skin was white and delicate, and he was still tall.

But it's also such a personable little ghost, which made me know what it means to be more stable in posture and more ruthless in scolding.

Although I am used to being willful as I want, how can he always provoke me to quarrel, and what is even more infuriating is that I have never won a quarrel with him.

Don't mention the fight, even if I try to jump up, I might be able to hit his knee, but this kind of behavior of putting life and death out of the way, don't do it.

Because he is a ghost, he does not do anything.

Since my last Black Impermanence ascended to heaven, I have rarely had a time when I was focused and serious and vigorous in the world.

Now what surrounds me all day is how to disguise as an adult, on the one hand, to prevent being persecuted by power, and on the other hand, to worry about how to track down the clues of the demon spirit.

Then I pushed all the way to the present, I used up my inner spiritual power, and I was trapped in a dark and unknown mass grave, and I had to guard the life and death of my partner in this enchantment to speak.

What do you think I'm trying to do?

"I want to know, what are you trying to do?"

I was talking to myself for more than half an hour, and it was rare for someone to talk to me, and I didn't come back to my senses for a while, so I couldn't help but ask myself: "He has a bad temper, does he curse, or does he fight hard?"

"Maybe you can just figure people!"

I stared at the top of the voice, the one I had the impression of being good-looking, and he couldn't kill him in a fight or scolding.

He was standing in front of me completely, and there were many scarlet blood stains on his robe, and even the bridge of his nose was splashed diagonally.

I struggled to stand up, and as soon as I was halfway through, I staggered and threw myself on the ground.

The screams of conditioned reflex had already surged up his throat, but his wrist was suddenly pulled by a violent force at this time, and his body involuntarily leaned to the side.

At that time, I thought, it's over, this dog didn't run away, and there was another chance for Yexun's guy to laugh at me.

The back hit a hard object, and the temperature around it was cold, but it was warm because it was a broad chest.

I froze for a moment and tensed up.

"Are you hurt?" a familiar and clear voice, a faint breath sprayed behind my ears.

I opened my mouth several times in a panic, unable to speak, and raised my hand to hold my heart, where there was no throbbing heart, but I could clearly feel the hot and restless blood spurting from here.

Seeing that I didn't answer, Yexun let go of the hand that was holding my waist, put me upright, looked at me from top to bottom, and finally his eyes sank and fell on the palm of my left hand.

"What made you sacrifice your sword with blood?"

"An extremely vicious thing!" I regretted it as soon as I finished speaking, and after holding it for a long time, I said a piece of.

What good things can be in this mass grave?

People ask you what the opponent you are meeting specifically, not what kind of impression that thing gives you in the abstract.

It's like one person asking another person, "What did you eat at night?" and the other person replied, "Ate dinner!"

This kind of seemingly one level, but the actual meaning is 108,000 miles different from each other.

Ye Xun frowned: "Then you used all the internal breath and spiritual power of your body to destroy that thing?"

I nodded kindly, and after thinking about it, I felt a little bit worse, and then I shook my head again, and added a correction: "It was I who summoned Yuan, and then I used up the mana of the whole body and let Yuan swallow it!"

Yexun: "......"

The atmosphere fell into an eerie silence, Ye Xun looked at me steadily, and I was uncomfortable, but I was embarrassed to show it, so I had to stand silently in place, clasping my hands for a while, and scratching my face for a while. Just so that the atmosphere doesn't become so awkward.

Under the moonlight, his eyebrows were more dazzling than in the daylight, he was dressed in a bloodstained white robe, holding a long sword with cold light seeping through his hand, and the cold wood fragrance on his body had a breathtaking taste.

After a while, he sighed softly, dissolved the long sword in his hand, and then leaned over and pulled up my injured left hand, holding it with one hand and lightly twisting the round light with the other.

Warm and moist fingertips gently scratched the wound across my palm, the slightest itch followed by burning.

But it was more like it burst out of my gut, and they began to bite my sanity and sobriety like a dense dormant aphid.

"What about the basilisk?" I asked him hurriedly, just to distract me from what I was doing.

"Killed by me!" Ye Xun's tone was flat, and even a little tender, what was going on?