long night walk

Chapter 1011 Chapter 980 II: Doomed Hit

The wind invades the clothes, and the snow is as cold as cold.

Fang Ge sat comfortably, his lawless posture remained unchanged.

After blasting everyone out, he continued to pretend to be dumb.

After Bai Lian put on his clothes, he looked at Fang Geyu expressionlessly: "Lie over."

Fang Ge had a provocative sneer on his face: "What? Are you so angry that you want to spank my ass?"

Seeing that she was still pretending to be big-nosed at this point, Bai Lian sneered angrily:

"Those six girls haven't gone far. If you don't obey me anymore, I'll just abandon you and stay here alone. I'll go find the red fan girl, and let her try your sword for you! Let you know the identity of this future son-in-law. Is the body bone good or not!"

Bai Lian knew that Fang Geyu was cunning and clever, if he said that he was going to find those six girls right now to finish what he hadn't finished.

She definitely didn't take it seriously, she knew it was a lie as soon as she heard it, and she definitely sent him away clapping her hands happily.

But Bai Lian was very scheming, not to mention looking for six people, but only said to look for Hongshan.

Fang Geyu's Erlang legs were put down immediately, his face was as cold as ice.

He became alert all of a sudden.

But Fang Geyu's mouth is still tight: "Oh? Really? You actually fell in love with that cold-faced girl in Hongshan. The taste is really unique.

But I like the beauty of adults, how about I give her to you? "

Since you like the beauty of adults the most, why are you gnashing your teeth?

Bai Lian didn't refuse or agree, his face was uglier than her, and he turned around and left without any regrets.

Fang Geyu's face changed slightly, he stood up suddenly, lifted the chair behind him and threw it, hitting Bai Lian on the back.

The expensive chairs were in pieces.

Bai Lian turned to look at her, Fang Geyu looked at him with hatred, tears rolled down from her clear eyes.

Her tone was cold, but she didn't seem to be breathless: "If you walk half a step out of this room today to find the red fan, I will..."

"How about you?" Bai Lian cut off.

Fang Ge didn't even wipe the tears from his face, and turned around in an astonishing manner.

She didn't say a word, she put her hands on the edge of the table, her buttocks slightly pouted.

It's still the most unreasonable and unrelenting, Miss Ben's biggest drag.

Most of the depression in Bai Lian's heart dissipated immediately, and a soft smile appeared in his eyes.

"What are you doing so slowly?! Do you want Miss Ben to trample you to death?"

Bai Lian was stunned, and immediately forced the smile in his eyes back.

He walked over, raised his palm and bowed left and right without politeness.

Like a lesson to an ignorant little girl, he waved his hand like a swift shadow, landing on her pretty buttocks.

Fang Ge frowned in pain, his snow-white cheeks were blushing, and his breath was short of breath.

After spanking, most of the sullenness in Bai Lian's heart dissipated.

Seeing him stop, Fang Geyu straightened his messy skirt as if nothing happened.

Then stood up as if nothing had happened.

Only the little mole under Yingbai's earlobe, which looks like a needle prick, catches the wind, snow and sky outside the window, making it almost blindingly red.

Bai Lian glanced at her, sighed softly, and said in a low voice: "I was very angry just now, but the person who really wanted to beat you up wasn't Fang Geyu."

While speaking, his eyes moved lightly, and he added: "Anyway, he is also a majestic true ancestor evil god, so what a thing it is to hide one in a little girl's body.

Jiyuan, come out and have a good talk, shall we?If you refuse, Fang Geyu, you can continue to raise your butt. "

The utterance of the word Jiyuan seems to have knocked on an unknown and mysterious echo.

Fang Geyu frowned: "Are you crazy, what are you doing to provoke that thing..."

Before I finished speaking, I felt that the spiritual platform was empty, and the supreme consciousness that occupied the entire sea of ​​consciousness rose out of the body like a haze and thick fog.

In the bronze mirror beside the two, a woman's figure was slowly reflected.

Bai Lian turned his eyes and saw the woman walking out of the mirror slowly.

There are three thousand hairs dancing behind her, with a natural beauty and a majestic spirit. Although she has become a concrete entity, she still gives people a sense of ethereal, elusive, and trembling illusion.

She has no facial features, but gradually she seems to have a beautiful brushwork, and the brushwork is exquisitely depicting the pure black eyes, dark eyebrows, clear chiseled nose, and thin and graceful lips.

It was a face bathed in light snow and moonlight.

Behind the woman, in the small room, there was a vision of the grandeur of the world.

Under the slender toes is the lonely peak of Yuanxiu, with clear frost, cold clouds and rime, and a masterpiece of blue spirit transformed into phoenixes and cranes.

Smelling the wind and snow on her body, Bai Lian seemed to smell the fragrance of cold plum blossoms on the snowy and cold mountains in the early autumn in a daze.

The woman's pale gold pupils looked towards Bai Lian slowly, and her thin lips lifted up indifferently.

Under the snow-covered sleeves, she spread her palms open, lightly twitching her white fingertips, and a scorching old thin plum branch bloomed at her fingertips.

There was a cold stabbing pain in Bai Lian's head, and a dusty memory from a long time ago was blown away in his mind...

In the year of wind, frost, and snow, in the small courtyard of Dongli, a loud and clear song of Luanfeng awakened the mountains and forests, and the snow on the treetops rustled down...

The plum girl in green and white clothes came here, bathed in the quiet and broken snow. In the whiteness of the sky and the ground, her smiling eyes were as quiet as a snowy night.

The cold moonlight shone on her jade face, just when the wind was blowing and the clouds were moving, the snow brushed her hair and swept across her eyes.

Behind her are unknown hillside flowers and plants, and she stands among the mountains, trees and bushes, waving to him.

He looked up at the face of his mother in the backlight who was holding his hand tenderly.

She smiled at him gently and let go of his hand.

When he was young, he happily stepped on the soft and wet snowflakes, and threw himself into the arms of the woman. The cool and hazy breath made people feel at ease.

The woman raised her hand and pinned Zhuo Zhuo Hanmei to his ear, her smile was as clear as spring water.

"what happened to you?"

Fang Geyu's voice shattered Bai Li'an's long memory of self-sufficiency, and he was terrified as if he had just woken up from a big dream.

With his palm resting on his aching forehead, Bai Lian's eyes were full of rain and wind, and he felt his vest was cold and his fingers were numb.

Calling out the true ancestor evil god, only when he personally saw the real body of Jiyuan descending, could Bai Lian truly feel the horror of its existence.

For a moment, Bai Lian was not sure whether the scene he saw in his mind was an illusion created by Ji Yuan's power or the past that actually happened.

Obviously the latter is more likely.

Jiyuan is the true ancestor evil god, and the power he controls is the weakness and desire of the human heart to attack people's hearts.

If you fabricate a completely irrelevant illusion with one hand, it will be flashy and hard to achieve.

But if he really saw that woman when he was a child, now that his memory has completely recovered, why doesn't he have the slightest impression.

And Niangqin, she seems... also very familiar with that woman.

Bai Li'an shook his head, put aside his distracting thoughts, and looked up at Jiyuan's face that was exactly the same as that of the woman in the memory of the small courtyard in Dongli.

He turned his head to look at Fang Geyu, and asked, "Is she the True Ancestor Evil God?"

Fang Geyu's eyes have returned to full black, and through the deep pupils, he can vaguely see the true color of his soul.

Her pretty face was slightly cold: "Didn't you call it out? Miss Ben will not clean up this mess for you."

Bai Lian lowered his eyebrows, and asked again: "The True Ancestral Evil God has no physical form, neither human, nor demon, nor immortal, nor demon, her face..."

Fang Geyu said: "It's my mother's face."

Baili'an was shocked again: "Your mother's face?"

Fang Geyu's eyes were gloomy: "My mother is the sword master of Shifang Sword of the previous generation. After inheriting the mission of suppressing the true ancestor evil god, she has dealt with it for thousands of years.

My mother's psychological defense line can be described as an impregnable fortress, and there are no loopholes at all.

My mother has starved this ghost for thousands of years, and she has no desire to eat it. She has a deep hatred for my mother.

It's really bad fun, she likes to turn into my mother's face the most to disgust people. "

Bailian's mood is complicated.

He had never heard of Tianxi Sword Sect or Zhongyou Dynasty and Shifang City's personal relationship, and he didn't know that his mother knew the Lord of Xuecheng.

Looking at the cold plum in the hands of the True Ancestor Evil God, Bai Lian's eyes were cold, and he couldn't help but think of 99.

When we first met her, she also sent such a cold plum.

Is it a coincidence, or is there some connection between her and the True Ancestor Evil God.

Bai Lian couldn't figure it out, but kept looking at the True Ancestral Evil God, trying to find a flaw in this huge disaster body that could completely destroy it.

There are many visions under Jiyuan's feet, and the red plums in his hands are gradually withering, leaving only dead branches and buds.

She raised her head slightly, but her thin lips were not parted, but her ethereal and captivating voice sounded, circling and rippling in the room.

"It's been a long time... no one has called me."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"This room is filled with the breath of desire, I am very happy."

Fang Geyu's face was ugly, and he cursed angrily: "Idiot!"

Just now, those six maids have been doing something wrong with Bai Lian for a long time.

The lust belonging to the woman in the house has not dissipated for a long time, and Bai Lian summoned this ghost thing at this time, wouldn't it boost its arrogance.

She had to seal the Qiqing to forcefully suppress the true ancestor evil god who had seen the light of the sky at the beginning of the millennium.

If it allows it to absorb desire in one day, it will absorb the remaining desires of the six people in the house.

Fang Geyu didn't know if he still had the ability to seal it back into the sword.

"Human girl." The True Ancestor Evil God Jin Tong looked over in vain.

"Admit it, this son is your fate. When you have a girlish love for him, you are destined to be devoured by me."

"Since it has become a fact, why not accept your fate?"

Fang Geyu's eyes were as cold as lightning, "Stop your bewitching and threats, if you have the ability to devour me, then go ahead and try it. If the ten-direction sword is not broken, it will always be your cage."

"My prison is the sword."

The True Ancestor Evil God spread out his palm, and an identical 'Ten Directions Sword' was concretized in his palm.

Her long and slender fingers landed on the edge of the sword, and with a light fold, it suddenly broke.

"An unlocked cage, broken and easily broken."

"Xue Nu is the one who locked the lock. The key is passed on to you, and when you want to act rashly, the key will disappear."

The body of the True Ancestor Evil God floated weightlessly in the space, and the fleeting evil spirit in his pupils seemed a bit cruel.

"Little human girl, you don't have that ability. Even if you sacrifice your body to the pagoda and have no heirs, who can re-seal me?"

Fang Geyu's small face was faintly pale, and his complexion was extremely ugly.

"I have a question?" Bai Lian suddenly interrupted: "Since Jiyuan feeds on the seven emotions and six desires of the human world, and Fang Geyu walks the mountains and rivers of the world, you have countless opportunities to absorb the desires of the world, why did you show up now? ?”

Fang Geyu was so angry with him that he lost his temper completely, and said angrily, "If you didn't make a wish to it, how could it come out?"

"Making a wish?" Bai Lian frowned puzzled.

Fang Ge said in a cold voice: "The True Ancestor Evil God feeds on the desires of humans, gods, demons, and demons, and the six realms, no matter on which continent, are full of desires.

Although the True Ancestor Evil God is powerful, he cannot easily digest and absorb these desires.

After all, it is an evil spirit outside the six realms. It has no substance and no body. How can it eat?

Just as human beings enshrine and believe in the gods, the gods can last forever only when they are empowered by the power of incense and belief.

The same is true for evil gods. Only those whose desires cannot be filled, if you make a wish to them, they will become concrete and materialized, and they will appear in the world in different forms of humans, birds, animals, and plants.

And the strong desire under each wish will turn into desire and nourish it into a spiritual being. Each person has three chances to make a wish to the true ancestor evil god.

After three times, the true ancestor evil god can completely occupy his body, capture his soul, and become a spiritual slave. "

Bai Lian understood it, and looked at the true ancestor evil god, "So, because my obsession with summoning you is too strong, I formed a situation of 'making a wish', and let her officially come to the world in the form of a human?"

Fang Geyu said: "Not bad."

Bai Lian said again: "But I see that you are very calm when you see her appear in the form of your mother, as if... you have become accustomed to it."

Fang Geyu snorted: "The true ancestor evil god can peep into people's hearts, and he is also treacherous and cunning on the outside. When I was young, and the second year after A Niang passed away, he often took the appearance of her and entered into my heart to make troubles. Goodbye now, What is there to be astonished about?"

Hearing this, Bai Lian felt complicated and distressed.

He let out a breath slowly, looked at the true ancestor evil god in the empty space, and suddenly said: "Jiyuan, do you dare to give me another plum?"

Fang Geyu's complexion changed drastically, he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you crazy?!"

Give him a winter plum?
This is already the second wish he made to the True Ancestor Evil God in the name of the Evil God!

The True Ancestor Evil God was also a little surprised by Bailian's request.

But she didn't say too much. She has always been disrespectful to people's wishes, regardless of their size.

She smiled slightly, and the golden light in her eyes flowed, and she picked up a burning plum again, and the fragrance lingered around her fingertips.

Seeing her ability to create things casually, Bai Lian couldn't help but secretly startled.

That Samuume is by no means an illusion, but an entity.

He collected himself, and walked up to her face to pick up that Samuami branch.

Although Fang Geyu's face was ugly and pale, but surprisingly... he didn't stop Bailian's stupid behavior.

In the eyes that should have been angry and resentful, there was only a touch of doubt.

Bai Lian came to the True Ancestor Evil God, smiled at her, and asked calmly: "I don't know the taste of my wish, but it tastes delicious?"

The True Ancestor Evil God calmly passed Lengmei in his hand in front of him: "My deal, only when my wish is fulfilled, can I accept the reward."

That is to say, only when Bai Lian officially bears the plum blossom can she eat his wish.

The smile on Bai Li'an's lips deepened, and he looked at her pair of golden eyes with deep meaning: "I hope Master Jiyuan can... have a good meal today."

He raised his hand, and his cold fingertips landed on the thin plum branch.

A surprising scene happened.

A ray of blackness bloomed little by little from the plum blossom stamens that were bright red like raging fire.

Light as ink, spread like spots.

(End of this chapter)