The autumn wind rises and the dragon sings

Chapter 108: Suffering on behalf of a friend
Sunset smoke.

The drizzle is falling. It is late autumn now, and there is already a bit of coolness in the wind.

When Mu Shaoai came in the rain, Zhu Hen was sitting in the corridor drinking. When he saw this, he raised his glass and said, "Today's wind and rain will be better after a drink."

Mu Shaoai shook his head gently and said with a smile, "I want to keep my sobriety today."

Zhu Hen shook the wine jar with regret and continued drinking. However, he heard that the person opposite him said in a rare and serious tone: "Zhu Hen, do something for me."

In the room, after explaining the method of disguise, Zhu Hen knew that he could not change the other person's mind, so he just sighed: "You can actually ask Qiu Yu for help, he will not refuse."

"I know." Mu Shaoai curled his lips and chuckled, but with a bit of bitterness: "I just know that, so I don't want to embarrass him. The destruction of Yiliu has already affected him once, so let me solve it alone this time. .”

"Just make your own plans." Upon hearing this, Zhu Hen stopped trying to persuade him and turned around to go out: "It's just that after Ah Jiu comes back, you can coax him yourself and explain it to them."

Mu Shaoai sighed softly and said sincerely, "Thank you."

Zhu Hen paused, but still closed the door and continued to sit in the corridor drinking.

In the drizzle, a water-blue figure held a paper umbrella and slowly approached. A gentle but familiar face came into view, followed by a more familiar young face.

Zhu Hen stood up in surprise. Just as he was about to speak, the acupoints on his body were tapped in an instant. He could only watch the aqua blue figure put the umbrella aside. After the children beside him ran to his side, he quietly He walked into the room silently.

In the room, Mu Shaoai was sitting in front of the mirror and changing his appearance. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He looked at the serious face in the mirror and smiled. He couldn't help but sigh: "Ha, it turns out that this face really looks like this when it smiles. It's a pity that I didn't have the chance." Compare it with me~"

"In this case, why don't friends compare in person?"

An elegant voice came, and a gentle face was reflected in the mirror, with eyes closed and a chuckle.

"!" Mu Shaoai stood up in surprise and just turned his head away: "Qiu...!"

But he felt a sudden numbness in his neck, his vision went dark, and he fell down.

Outside the house, Ah Jiu stood beside Zhu Hen waiting, but saw a figure with black hair and white clothes slowly walking out of the house. After nodding slightly to the two of them, he held up a paper umbrella and disappeared step by step into the drizzle.

Zhu Hen, unable to move or speak, looked at Ah Jiu anxiously, but got an innocent answer: "I don't have enough internal strength to untie it."

Then he dragged Zhu Hen back to the room with great effort, looked at the person who was carefully placed on the bed, his expression was a little complicated, and finally he softly uttered two words: "Idiot."

Drop the solitary lamp.

Yuren Feizhen sat quietly in the wind and snow, playing the huqin with a calm expression, waiting for his own judgment to come.

Wearing black clothes and splendid clothes, Gui Liang Tianxia looked at the man playing the piano in the wind and snow with a sarcastic expression: "Yu Ren Owl Deer, you dare to come as promised. Your courage is worthy of admiration. Do you have any unresolved wishes?" "

Yu Ren Fei Deer's men did not stop moving and made no reply.

Guiliang Tianxia sneered twice and said no more: "Blood debt must be paid with blood. Turn around. I want you to see this grudge end with your own eyes."

When the sound of the harp stopped, Yuren Feizhan put down the harp and turned around as he was told.

"Drink!"

He shouted to vent his anger, and slapped his palms on the defenseless heart of the person in front of him. Blood spattered and his white clothes were stained.

The roar of a palm shakes the power of the sky, and the solitary lantern breaks off its feathers and loses its soul.

The moment he flew to the ground, the disguise on his face fell off, revealing a completely opposite face.

When Guiliang Tianxia saw this, he was shocked and immediately ran over: "Mu Shaoai!"

The silver threads flowed down and blended into the color of the snow, neither real nor real. The blood reflected the traces of time on his face, and it was Mu Shaoai's habitual smile that slightly raised his lips, full of peace and joy.

Guiliang Tianxia helped the fallen man up and wiped the blood from his face helplessly: "No! No! It shouldn't be you, it shouldn't be you..."

Mu Shaoai raised his lips and smiled softly, his eyes were comforting, he was already dying: "Life is repaid, hatred ends, the demon-killing knife is dead, promise me, remember it."

Guiliang Tianxia couldn't help shaking his head, panicking: "I don't want your life, it's not your life that I want! Crystal Lake... yes, Crystal Lake! You hold on! You hold on! I will definitely save you, I I won’t let you die!”

He killed an innocent person by mistake, and he was filled with regret and transformed into a figure of thunder and lightning, and he only wanted to reverse the tragedy.

Guiliang Tianxia tightly hugged the weak man in his arms and shouted in pain: "You can't die, you can't die! I will never let you die! I will never let you die..."

Remnant forest.

Fengchou's Farewell Soul Consciousness seemed to be aware of it and forcefully occupied his body. He stood up suddenly, but spit out a mouthful of blood: "Cough!"

"Ah Feng!" Zilan who was guarding the side was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to support him. Feng Chou ignored the explanation and endured the injury: "Quick! Guiliang Bingfu!"

"Okay, I'll go with you."

"Ok!"

Feng Chou nodded, took the curtain hat and put it on, called up the system map, used his soul consciousness to locate the Guiliang Military Mansion, and disappeared into the room with Zilan instantly.

At this time, by the Crystal Lake.

The Lord of the Remnant Forest raised his head slightly and looked at the sky: "He is here." Bo Hanbo understood clearly: "The name is Kunlun, um..."

A Tai Chi-shaped air current appeared in the sky, an extraordinary shadow descended, and the poem trumpet came——

"The sea accepts hundreds of rivers, and it is great to have tolerance. The walls are strong and strong, and there is no desire to be strong." I saw the left foot of the visitor slightly moving, drawing a Tai Chi diagram, and using both palms to move, which is the authentic Taoist practice.

"ah!"

With a soft drink, the left and right channels are opened to help the soft and strong. Tai Chi creates yin and yang, and the yin and yang transports thousands of phenomena, and the wonderful universe is hidden in the ten fingers.

But the fragile vitality cannot be retained. The last glance retains the joy of the safety of a close friend; the blank glance reflects the decadence of endless hatred.

The Lord of the Remnant Forest hurriedly stepped forward to check his pulse. A pulse that did not fluctuate was the last thing he wanted to get.

"Mu Shaoai is dead."

Trembling as he spoke the unacceptable truth, tears were already flowing down his face.

Bo Hanbo looked at his friend's peaceful face and felt heartbroken: "Mu Shaoai... Mu Shaoai, why are you so stupid, why are you so stupid! Where is your plan to ward off the devil? You said you wanted to be a matchmaker for my little sister. Where are you and Ah Jiu's wind chime shop? Are you willing to die like this? Look, look, Kunlun is here to heal Yu Zai, and Yu Zai will be cured soon. Wake up and look, wake up and talk. Oh, wake up and talk!”

The cries of sorrow are endless, but the sleeping person only has a calmness that cannot be heard. He is tired and does not wade through the wind and rain of the rivers and lakes. He does not know the love and hatred of the world in his dreams.

Bo Hanbo picked up the dropped letter. Guiliang Tianxia was extremely sad and murmured to himself: "No. Kunlun, No. Kunlun... Even you are here, even you are here... Ha, ha ha ha..."

No. Kunlun had no way to persuade him, so he could only pat Guiliang Tianxia on the shoulder.Bo Hanbo was equally sad: "Old friend..."

Guiliang Tianxia walked into Crystal Lake as if he had never heard of it before: "I just want to see it with my own eyes. The feathered people in Crystal Lake are not deer."

The Lord of the Remnant Forest sighed helplessly: "Just take a look."

Guiliang Tianxia pushed aside the traceless sky clothes, looked at the peacefully sleeping person, and said with a bitter smile: "The feathered man is not a deer, so many people are working for you, you are really worth it. I will abide by Mu Shaoai's last wish, the feathered man is not a deer He is dead, Yu'er's hatred ends here, ends..."

Seeing this, the Lord of the Remnant Forest comforted him: "Friend, everyone understands your suffering, and it makes you extremely aggrieved." Guiliang Tianxia was only tired, and turned to leave: "There is no point in dividing the peaks of the Cauldron. Please Bar."

The owner of the residual forest couldn't help but sigh: "Success is also sad; failure is also sad." Bo Hanbo couldn't hide his grief: "You and I will accompany him on the last part of the road."

The Lord of the Remnant Forest nodded in agreement. Lonely Que walked out of the darkness at this moment, and for the first time there was a sad look on his face.

All the love and hatred have come to an end, leaving only the calm and peaceful figure in the crystal lake, unaware of the sorrow of life and separation, and the pain of farewell.

In Guiliang's military mansion, Feng Chou didn't want to waste too much time. He teamed up with Zilan to immobilize the people who were blocking him, and rushed into Guiliang Feiyu's room.

"Young Master Feng..." Yan Qingcheng was a little surprised. Feng Chou remained polite and said apologetically: "It concerns the safety of my friend. Please step away, Miss Yan, for now. I have a way to wake up Mr. Feiyu."

Yan Qingcheng could see that Feng Chou was impatient and knew that he was not lying, so he gave up his position.

Feng Chou put his hand on Guiliang Feiyu's heart, activating the spiritual power of the yin bone in his body, and took out a trace of the spiritual power left in his heart.

He had already made preparations. The spiritual power of the yin bone was similar to the death energy. After the dragon energy was destroyed, it created the illusion that the person was dead, and then repaired the wounds on the heart and mouth quietly, perfectly concealing the eyes and ears of others.

With the last bit of Yin Bone spiritual power withdrawn, Gui Liang Feiyu's face turned rosy and full of vitality. He snorted and slowly opened his eyes.

"Feiyu!" Yan Qingcheng was about to step forward, but when he saw Feng Choubie and Zilan beside him, he stopped again and smiled reassuringly: "It's good that you're okay."

"I...what's wrong? What happened?" Liang Feiyu, the ghost who had just woken up, still couldn't figure out the current situation. Fengchou didn't worry about Mu Shaoai. He didn't have time to wait, so he could only say forcefully: "I can take things slowly. Explanation, it’s just that my friend’s life is in danger now, and I hope Mr. Feiyu can go to a place with me.”

"Since this matter is so important, I will naturally not refuse." Gui Liang Feiyu got up and got out of bed understandingly, signaling Yan Qingcheng to wait here.

"Okay, Fengchou, don't thank the young master here."

"Young Master Feng, you're welcome, please lead the way."

Feng Chou reached out and grabbed Gui Liang Feiyu's arm, and Zilan consciously grabbed Feng Chou's other arm. Time was running out, so she directly used the teleport function of the game again.

Unnamed seaside.

Mu Shaoai reshaped his body and was carried into the ship's coffin by Bo Hanbo. The Lord of the Remnant Forest then lit the candles placed on the ship, and the candles swayed in the sea breeze.

The two pushed the coffin and watched it drift away with the waves.

The Lord of the Remnant Forest recalled the contents of the letter and couldn't help but sigh: "It rains from all directions, and the mortal world is just a dream. Medicine Master, we will try our best to complete the things you told us in your letter to ward off demons."

Bo Hanbo looked at the gradually burning ship coffin, with a look of sorrow on his face: "Spread the news about Yu Ren's death and the placement of the magic sword in the residual forest. Please tell me, please." The owner of the residual forest nodded.

The seawater submerged the boat coffin, the facial features disappeared, and there was no more savior in the world.

The two of them turned back to the residual forest, but they happened to bump into Fengchoubie and Zilan, who were coming with the ghost Liang Feiyu. They looked surprised: "Ghost Liang Feiyu?!"

"I have been treated by Young Master Feng, and everything is fine. Can father be here?" Guiliang Feiyu stepped forward and saluted, apologetically: "I heard what Miss Zilan said on the way. After I see my father, I can Eliminate grudges.”

"This..." The two of them were speechless, and Bo Hanbo looked sad: "Feiyu, if you had woken up earlier, you wouldn't have... Oh!"

Feng Chou didn't realize something was wrong, so he took a step forward and tried to stay calm: "What does Senior Lu King mean by this? Where is Mu Shaoai? How is he?!"

"Alas... Mu Shaoai took the slap from old friend Guiliang on behalf of Yu Ren, and has... gone." Bo Hanbo reluctantly told the truth.

"what?!"

Feng Chou didn't take a step back, his heart and blood surged up, the huge dragon energy burst out, and he roared angrily.

"Ghost beams all over the world!!!"

(End of this chapter)