My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

After many years, Yan Conling finally faced the huge black shadow head-on for the first time.

It's clearly just a puppet, but there's plenty of fur, breath, and even a low growl coming from its throat. If it weren't for the subtle hidden mechanical sound, one would probably think it was a real living creature.

The shadow in front of me is blurry.

The water swayed like waves, as if it was that day again, and everything you could see was flesh and blood and burning.

Perhaps because the puppet thread was severing her life, her left hand also began to tremble. But my mood is as stable as a handful of water in the palm of my hand.

The puppet beast recognized the familiar fishy-sweet smell on her body and exhaled hot breath excitedly.

But it didn't pounce immediately.

An unknown animal transformed from an evil spirit made a shrill and piercing cry, hovering overhead.

Yan Conling could only vaguely guess that it was a bird.

A ray of sword energy swept past, and the shape and body of the evil spirit in mid-air quickly dissipated.

But in the blink of an eye, more and more animals of various shapes came flooding in. Puppetmon is conscious and can think, and can pinpoint her weaknesses accurately.

Yan Conling couldn't remember how many he killed.

These evil spirits are not very powerful, but they cannot withstand the constant waves.

It was obviously with the intention of consuming her to death.

In the beginning, he could still use sword moves, but now he can no longer swing the sword. He can only rely on the talismans and magic weapons accumulated in Qiankun Pouch over the years to face the enemy.

The puppet silk spread to the entire right arm, and she could not lift her hand at all.

Xuanfeng Kazuya didn't know where to hide. Those evil spirits gradually became more fierce, and their strength was not at the same level as the previous batch.

Yan Conling did not dare to take it lightly.

While killing, he was distracted looking for a way to break the formation. This formation was first used to raise the corpse evil spirit. After she manipulated it, she tricked Empress Wu into coming in and killed her. But I didn't expect that the mantis was chasing the cicada and the oriole was behind, and there was also a heart-protecting puppet in the formation's eyes.

Trapping her in turn.

Formation is also Xuanfeng Hezhi's specialty. Apart from swordsmanship and arithmetic, he is the one with the most skills in Yunshan.

Yan Conngling was good at talismans, so his mastery of formations was naturally not as good as this uncle's.

The evil spirit has no flesh and blood, and only a black mist remains when it dissipates. The entire array was shrouded in shadow-like darkness, and her perception of the appearance of beasts seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

The one with long ears is probably a rabbit.

Those with wings can be guessed to be birds...but those land beasts with no distinctive features are confusing.

Until another snow-white figure rushed over——

Subconsciously I wanted to get the talisman from the Qiankun bag, but this time it was empty, and I finally ran out of ammunition. Seeing that the shadow was approaching, Yan Conling didn't even think about it and stabbed out a sword with the remaining strength of his left hand.

The sharp blade sank into the soft fur.

But this time, warm and red blood spattered out.

In the snowy sky, the Qingxin bell rang clearly.

There seemed to be a sound of broken jade.

She dazedly wiped the liquid on her cheek, and this time she could see the little beast clearly.

It's a fox.

A little fox as white as snow.

She saw him clearly for the first time.

More beautiful than anyone imagined, with pointed ears, fluffy tail, snow-white fur...

"Lou Qixue..."

Her throat was dry, and she wanted to take back the sword, but a hand with sharp bones fell on her wrist. Blood stained the white fingertips and flowed into the sleeves. The all too familiar body temperature.

It was close to the skin, but it was inexplicably hot.

Some obscure memories that she had deliberately forgotten in a corner for a long time were finally evoked. At this moment, it was like a tidal wave bursting out of a dam.

She remembered.

When she was young, she was buried under the bones and ruins of her tribe. She really shouldn't have survived...but something saved her.

The group of little foxes brought back from the foot of the mountain were no more than the size of a cat. He only bandaged its wounds, but during those dark days that he least wanted to remember, he snuggled next to her to keep her warm and fed her with blood.

She has been cut off many times to continue her life...

"Lou Qixue?" Feng Xue was confused, Yan Conling shouted again, and she saw her frightened look in the other party's eyes.

Her fingertips were extremely cold, and she hurriedly tried to pull his hand away, "I'll take you back, I'll take you home right now..."

There is also a tail.

She remembered clearly that he was still alive... This was not the first time that the fox demon had died in her hands, but this time an unprecedented sense of uneasiness swept through her body, and the blood in her body seemed to be flowing backwards.

There was a tingling pain in the palm of my hand.

Yan Conling lowered his head in disbelief, and when he saw the trace of pale golden vine grass, he suddenly lost his voice.

Now she finally understands why, as the Demon King, Lou Qixue is so fragile...

"I woke up from a coma and went back to look for you, but you were no longer there. I only found this seed in your grandmother's bones, but I waited for it for a long time and it didn't sprout." The young man's fingertips were clenched extremely tightly, not allowing her to There was no chance of breaking free. Yan Conling could only watch as the strands of spiritual grass bred from his body climbed into him.

The puppet silk was swallowed up by the gentle vine grass, and was replaced by long-lost strength.

Her eyes widened and her chest heaved, as if she was being pressed down by a heavy stone.

"There has never been a way to achieve enlightenment by killing your husband... I went to ask your clan kinsman how to hand over the complete spiritual grass to you." In the last life, she thought about it blindly and hurt her heart and soul, but this time it won't happen. .

Blood continued to gush out, and all the strength in his body seemed to be gradually drained away. Lou Qixue could no longer hold on, and his tall figure fell heavily into the snow.

That stunning face was stained with mud and snow, so pale that it was almost transparent.

He slowly let go of his hand, "This time... I will help you too."

The red demon blood soaked the sword spike.

My mind is finally clear.

The sky and earth are silent, and the snow falls silently. The puppet beast roared and fell to the ground. The sound of the sword breaking was heard at the same moment. The swallow bird, which was no more than the size of a palm, was light and dexterous. It circled around and was scattered among the fragments of the broken sword.

Her last natal sword was also broken.

Psychics communicate with all things in the world, and their hearts are clear and pure. They should not be close to dangerous weapons like swords.

The black fog dissipated, leaving everything white and red, snow and blood intertwined. Without the magic weapon to suppress the formation, the formation will resolve itself. Xuanfenghe's expression finally changed as he looked at the girl who was holding the breathless fox demon tightly.

"You are indeed different from me."

He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly there was a strong force on his back.

Xuanfeng and shocked looked back.

What caught his eye was the familiar blade and Chi Hua's naturally sharp eyebrows.

"What? Do you even want to betray me?" He laughed, and even at this point, he still didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed or panicked. "But Hao Hua'er, don't you know, my uncle cannot be killed..."

After the words fell, his expression suddenly paused.

Click.

Mu Xin was pried open...

(End of this chapter)