Chapter 315

——It's not human. As soon as this sentence was uttered, the surroundings seemed to cool down suddenly. Some of them kept their surface calm, while others changed their colors in an instant.

They are the best experts selected by the family. It should not be a problem to deal with the masters in the light and in the dark. But who can do this without fear of ghosts and gods?

Xiao Yunjing stepped forward. It seemed that she couldn't see Qing's silence. She shook out a small porcelain bottle from her sleeve and fed a pill to the man. At last, she stopped the violent shaking for a while. She recovered some blood on her face, and then said in a hurry, "my subordinate... I've been hit by three arrows, but the ghost has no response. My subordinate catches up with the former and catches him back ... it's a perforated shelf! White flower bone! In the eye socket... Green Ying Ying Ying, very frightening! Before his subordinates had any reaction, the thing sprayed a lipstick at me... "

after that, his eyes suddenly widened, and he suddenly spewed out a large mouthful of black blood. Xiao Yunjing looked at the man coldly, overturned to the ground, hugged his head and screamed loudly. Finally, he pulled out a dagger, inserted it into the man's chest accurately, stopped the cry, and recovered The film is dead and silent, but the people look even worse.

The unknown adversary is more powerful than ever before, but they don't know who they are, but they know Xiao Yunjing's attitude: waste, don't need to live.

Xiao Yunjing took out the dagger. The forged iron on it was not stained with blood. However, he wiped it on the front of the dead man's clothes, which was cold and elegant.

"Go to the messenger and ask the saint to return to his house."

Listen to Fengwu.

Yao Guang, leaning on crutches, walked very slowly on foot. Step by step, he lifted the overlapping red veil between the long corridors and walked to the backyard. The more close to the medicine pool, the smell of wet and soft plants mixed with bitter is stronger.

Is scattered broken jade like water sound, slowly and tortuously flowing between the rocks.

White stone for the fence, encircling the edge of the pool, rolling a clear water red medicine soup. Half a moon in the pool, such as Chan Juan trapped in the palace, pour out the graceful solitary shadow.

Yao Guang didn't really like the taste of the medicine.

In memory, there are too many years to live on medicine, oral external use, his body is like a lost circulation well, relying on the continuous flow of various herbs, but his mind is very clear, sooner or later there will be a day when the oil is exhausted.

In recent days, in addition to the old diseases of his legs for many years, it seems that the upper part of his waist is gradually losing consciousness. He tried to pinch the muscles of his lower abdomen, but he didn't feel any pain at all. This kind of numbness will soon travel all over the body. At that time, he was a "frozen man" who could not move at all.

Yao Guang put his hands into the water and went down the stairs, slowly immersing his body in the pool.

The chest seems to have a flame, little by little, gradually burning.

He closed his eyes and suddenly thought of his old friends in his early years. From Lu Yunjian's redemption of himself by the troupe of miscellaneous operas, to his practice and study under the burial palace, Xiao Mianning... Yan Yi...

jokes, it is clear that people who walk on bones and carry their heads and drink blood for a living are not pure and good people.

Why does he have such clear eyes? Should be worshipped as gods?

In a trance, he thought of Sanskrit again. He lowered his head and ground it for him at the desk. His hands, like bamboo shoots, rose red on the fingertips and curled up slightly at the end of the fingers, like sprouting orchid stamens.

She called her master, smiling.

Yao Guang sneered at himself, and the corners of his lips curved with a mocking arc. Yan Yi, I can't believe it. Heaven is good for reincarnation. But - he was actually deliberating and hesitating. It was clear that the girl had fallen into his own hands, only one step short.

He will never be soft hearted and never make the past happen again.

"Sir, when you bathe here, you don't give me a command." Xiaohan didn't know when he appeared behind him. His hands were soft and slender. He dyed Dan Kou on the top of his ten fingers. He slowly and carefully took off his girdle, front, middle shirt and hairpin crown. His hair fell suddenly. The man's clear and light eyebrows set off with heavy ink, giving birth to a bit of yin and softness, and glanced at her.

The small cold heart bottom turns startled, suddenly lowered the head, did not dare to speak again.

When Yao Guang didn't smile, his facial features were sharp and his eyes were sunken. Under the mottled shadow of trees, he showed a strange beauty.

"Sir, the puppet sent out first has not come back yet." Small cold low in Yao Guang ear side way, "Xu is not back."

"Just walking dead." Yao light voice light, Hun does not care, "can't come back also won't be found, I've banned in the above, who touched is a dead, don't worry about what."

"But... Those puppets use your blood essence... Why don't you use Sanskrit to steal amulets? That's enough."

Yao Guang frowned a little impatiently, as if he felt some regret. He lifted his slender arm from the water, and suddenly his finger drew a symbol in the void. At that moment, he did not know whether it was an illusion. The silver full moon in the sky suddenly became dark, as if the light of the moon was drawn out by some force and injected into the water mirror.His fingers ran quickly through the shadow in the water mirror and all over the woman's throat.

"Ah..." Xiaohan immediately crawled down, covered his throat, desperately stretched out his hand to grasp the void, but could not make a single sound, as if an invisible hand cut off her vocal cords in an instant.

"I don't need anyone to teach me how to do things. This is a small punishment for you. " The calm water broke up instantly, and Yao Guang's voice was as cold as ice. "This time, first be mute for three days. If you say what you shouldn't say next time, you'll never have a chance to talk more."

Xiaohan retreated slowly and slowly. At the moment when she walked out of the sight of Yaoguang, tears flowed down her thin cheek. She finally sat on the ground powerless, regardless of whether the moss sludge would be stained with snow-white clothes.

The memory seems to float to a few years ago, the heavy rain whipped her face. She stumbled away in the rain, and the man behind her gasped and scolded. It was her father, holding a birch stick high in his hand.

She stumbled at her feet and fell to the ground.

You picked her up from the mud with both hands and gave her a elixir. She raised her head hard and saw a man's face: elegant and gentle, with a forehead ring on her forehead, inlaid with a blood red gem, and a light Golden Crescent Moon embroidered on the corner of her dress.

At that moment, as if the clouds and rain Ji, the whole sky is clear. He stepped on the fog and came like a God in heaven. His clothes were floating and he was independent from the world.

Sir, sir.

Xiaohan did not know whether he should cry or laugh. He slowly raised his hand and stroked his speechless mouth. Yao Guang could not understand the girl's mind. She was not dejected by the punishment of men, or it was not all because of the prohibition of speaking.

Over the years, everything she has done is for Yao Guang. Even if a man orders her to die next moment, she won't frown.

But after all, there is such a little extravagant hope that he will treat himself more than the true feelings of the master and servant, whether he will be willing to live for someone. However, Xiaohan failed. Yao Guang was like a precise and cold revenge blade. There was nothing in the world that could divide his mind except the blood of the enemy.

Including... Has been quietly adored, humble to the dust of their own ah.

...

"sister Han? Why are you here? Is the master in there? " The girl's voice suddenly came. The next moment, a girl in a blue dress stood in front of her with a smile. Xiaohan was suddenly surprised. When she wanted to stop it, she was already a step late.

The figure of Sanskrit flutters into the hot spring pool!

Yao Guang turned over. The fire in his chest seemed to find the space between the cages. He stuck out his head like a beast and growled. He frowned, his fingers buckled on the rail, and his phalanx and muscles rose slightly.

It was very painful, and the blood on my chest was turbulent, like a fire rolling on the prairie. In my bones, it was crispy and itchy, just like the dense insects and poisonous insects, and the ominous intuition became more and more intense.

During the years from the Northern Expedition when he died, to using other people's blood essence to continue his life, in order to prevent his body from spoiling and collapsing, Yao Guang kept his mind as still as water, and almost had no desire. What happened this time? Is it because of those words that Xiaohan said first, that makes him uneasy?

The steaming mist in the medicine pool became more and more intense. Most of his face was in the dark, and only his slightly raised chin had a clear outline.

Hot and dry, empty and boiling gradually.

The flower in the center of eyebrow is so red that it seems to be in full bloom.

"Master!" "Is master in there?" "Miss fanyin, you can't go in!"

What sound?

The water in the hot spring was warm. Yao Guang felt that his consciousness was dim and shallow. It was like a water bird flying through a thin water mark under the spot, and then suddenly he was silent on the lake.

The chest is warm, rarely warm.

Gradually, smell a very good smell, as if familiar, but also strange, is the smell of medicine.

He suddenly felt the loneliness of loneliness and the fear of being single. He opened his mouth and felt that his whole body was very hot.

The girl's voice gradually approached, gradually clear, until three inches away fell on the ear, "master?"

He looked back suddenly.

Then, ran into a pair of Sanskrit's black pupil, the girl's eyes from a loss, a little bit of panic, the hands of a bunch of flowers, suddenly fell on the ground.