long night walk

Enduring the severe pain in her body, Chen Xiaolan tore off a piece of cloth, and wrapped it casually around the wound on her neck.

Fortunately, in this severe cold and harsh air, the blood had already stopped, and the smell of blood did not spread too far, nor would it attract too many wild wolves.

It's just... listening to the direction of those wild wolves rushing to sharpen their claws, they seemed to be heading in the direction of Mencius Fei on the mountain.

That's right, he had shed so much blood, fresh minced meat all over the place, these wolves have the most sensitive sense of smell, let alone the flesh and blood of a practitioner.

The wolves who have been lingering in the mountains outside Shifang City all year round have also been contaminated with some spirituality.

It is natural to be able to distinguish between good and bad in human blood.

With Mencius Fei as the bait, the journey down the mountain must be smooth.

Chen Xiaolan, who had figured this out, couldn't relax at all.

She is not a cold-blooded and heartless person, and with the teachings of the past five years, she has already regarded Mr. Meng as a teacher and relative.

Now, to step on his blood and bones to survive...

She looked at the shattered fire talisman on the ground, emitting the last of the aura.

Chen Xiaolan was full of melancholy in her heart, actually feeling melancholy and restless.

The two fingers stirred each other unconsciously, and she couldn't help thinking about it.

Mencius may not die if he survives tonight.

But Chen Xiaolan didn't know what was going on with him, if those wild wolves went up the mountain and devoured him...

Then can he survive and recover as before?

It must be impossible.

But if he wanted to kill her, how could he go back and save him?
He is such a terrible demon.

But what if... is there any misunderstanding?

In case Mencius was not, he was just affected by the curse, lost his mind in pain, went mad and hurt others.

Or in other words, there are some difficulties.

If she left him like this, would she make a big mistake and become a sinner forever?

Chen Xiaolan fell into a dilemma.

She is just an ordinary woman who is afraid of death, pain, and those horrible things.

But she has a conscience, and she can't abandon the relatives she once believed in at will like those cold-blooded animals.

Chen Xiaolan was thinking blankly, if Si Chen was here, what choice would he make?

……

……

Mencius looked at the back of Chen Xiaolan fleeing in terror, his eyes were gloomy, but he didn't see any anger or resentment.

It's just that I have never felt that the snowflakes falling from the sky can become so heavy and cold when they accumulate on people's bodies.

He twisted his neck stiffly, ignoring the pain of being burned by the starlight, blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and looked at the starry sky and moonlight sadly.

He laughed lightly at himself.

I thought that if I was lucky tonight, I would be able to suffer less pain by taking advantage of the heavenly power of the clouds.

Unexpectedly, he was so enraged by Chen Xiaolan's words that he lost his mind.

Even at the critical moment when the curse broke out, he exposed his body to the light of the starry sky.

It really hurts.

The child must have been frightened just now.

Because of the absence of the body, it is far from being able to calmly analyze the situation as in the past.

Chen Xiaolan's child has no spiritual roots and ordinary aptitude. She is just an ordinary daughter of mountain people.

How can he figure out the secrets of his past?

She has been with him for five years, and this curse happens to him every month.

Although he concealed it very well every time, there are always times when he is so negligent like tonight.

Chen Xiaolan had a delicate mind, Mo Yao saw that he would always disappear for seven days every month, and occasionally found that his face was pale and unwell, so she concluded that he had an old illness.

It's just that he is too sensible, afraid that he has hidden secrets in his heart, and he also cares about his face.

Today, in this wild mountain, there are stars all over the place, and he can't move her away, so his complexion can be described as extremely pale.

She was also worried and hoped that he could seek medical treatment as soon as possible, so she couldn't help but finally broke the news, right?
It was he who lost his mind, and even lost control and chaos, he couldn't hold back his reason and directly attacked her.

Instead, at the most critical period, he exposed himself to the moonlight and stars.

Now this is all right, the secret of the curse has been completely broken.

Tomorrow's star faded away, the curse dissipated, and after her body recovered, Chen Xiaolan, who broke his secret, couldn't even think about killing him.

The heavy snow was severe and cold, but the pain of tearing his body brought him a strong burning sensation.

It seemed that every inch of skin on his body had scorching heat waves, which made his consciousness blurred.

But even so, Meng Zifei couldn't help but sigh softly.

Although it is true that he wants to become Mo He, he used hypocrisy and deceit to his beloved back then.

But only the matter of accepting Chen Xiaolan as his apprentice did not contain any calculations.

This child is too much like Shang Ying back then, but she does not have Shang Ying's outstanding cultivation talent, so she is destined to be born ordinary.

In this regard, it is like him who is devoted to the Tao, but has nowhere to ask.

When he accepted her as his disciple, it was also out of repaying and regretting the guilt he had felt towards Shang Ying on Chen Xiaolan.

For Chen Xiaolan, he taught her to write, read, draw talismans, and martial arts every day, which is a kindness.

But for Mencius, it is a self-deceiving salvation.

Although he knows that this salvation is only a dream come true, and it is fleeting.

Ordinary people can only live for more than a hundred years, but she does not have spiritual roots.

In this way, he practiced leisurely while looking for her spiritual root or a way to continue her life.

If she can always be by his side, it is better than facing the darkness of this lonely night alone.

But if the way of heaven is really hard to change, Mencius should let nature take its course, it's just another small regret.

After all, the rest of my life cannot be too boring.

Although Mencius has deviated from the evil way, he has already run counter to the righteous way of the world, and he thinks he is omnipotent.

It's just that he couldn't feel much dislike for Chen Xiaolan.

If it wasn't for the incident in the slave camp three years ago, he might really have used her as an abandoned child when sacrifice was necessary.

Now he has gradually become stronger, being with Chen Xiaolan for several years, it can be said that he has watched her grow up little by little.

Compared with his relatives, it was more like a simple and gentle work of art in his hands, and even then he completely gave up the idea of ​​abandoning his son.

It's just that this kind of thing happened today, and Meng Zifei really felt very sorry and distressed.

The cold wind howled, and the continuous ups and downs of howling wolves interrupted his train of thought.

Under Mencius' bloody eye sockets, the eyeballs rolled coldly, looking at the miserable green wolf boys rising from the darkness like lanterns.

Damn it, he forgot that he was in the snow mountain where wild wolves were infested.

In the past, every month when this kind of day came, he would find a safe and secluded place, and just endure it.

Today he was in a hurry to go to Shifang City, but because of his status, he had to walk into the city with Chen Xiaolan.

The original plan was also thorough, but he used divination and fortune-telling along the way, the jungle was densely covered, and the sky was full of dark clouds.

As long as he can ensure that he will not be directly illuminated by the moonlight and stars, and his spiritual power will not be disturbed, he will be able to force his way into the city and find a safe place of refuge.

Chen Xiaolan has a good temper, if he arranges her alone, she will never disturb her or cause trouble.

But she was in a bad mood tonight, she didn't mean to say it, she was just worried.

But it made him confused and exposed himself to such a dangerous situation.

His spiritual root does not belong to him, and he obtained it by deception. No matter how beautiful his appearance is, his luck and karma are already filthy.

He begged for the road of seeking immortality and cultivating Taoism, and finally got his wish, but how can the principles of the world make you always get everything you wish?

After all, not everyone is Shen Jibai, how can this mortal body carry other people's spiritual roots without any rejection.

He deserves this curse.

only……

Wild wolves gathered from all directions. In the endless snow-capped mountains and dense forests, the shadows of wild wolves were densely packed and there were a lot of them.

They growled vigilantly, their mouths were drooling, and their green eyes were wide open.

It seems to be asking if Mencius is aggressive.

Looking at the astonishing number of wild wolves, Mencius couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

This curse of backlash is terrifying, but as long as it survives, the rotten flesh will wriggle and repair itself, and return to the bones, but if it is given to this group of wolves...

Mencius could not imagine such an end.

He never thought that one day he would be killed by a wolf.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing at himself.

He is a cultivator, and his flesh and blood contain spiritual power, which is probably enough to attract all the wolves in this mountain.

Even if Chen Xiaolan didn't have his protection on her way down the mountain, she might be able to leave safely.

Just a moment ago, he was still thinking about how to kill her, but now, he was the one who fell into desperation.

Mencius Fei has never had the temperament of sitting still, his eyes without flesh and blood are ferocious.

When the fingers were lifted, the flesh and blood between the fingers withered like snow, exposing the severe hand bones.

The transparent silk thread danced wildly, cutting the two wild wolves that rushed towards his tentative claws into pieces, and the scarlet blood from their internal organs sprinkled all over the snow.

The picture is indescribably cruel and terrifying.

But in the wilderness and snow-capped mountains, wild wolves have a brutal and murderous temperament.

After Mencius killed the two wolves, instead of being able to frighten them back, the death of his companion aroused their ferocity.

The roar of anger was creepy, and the pack of wolves flew towards him in all directions. Mencius Fei's ten fingers lying on the ground stiffened and moved in unison, and silk threads danced wildly.

Under the outbreak of the curse, the spiritual power he can use is limited, and the wolf is agile and flexible.

He only managed to kill five or six wild wolves, and he was almost at his limit.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the leg bone. Before Meng Zifei had time to turn over to look, he heard a click, and the severe pain struck.

His body lightened, as if something had been torn off.

A black shadow flitted before his eyes, and he looked over with vain eyes, only to see a hungry wolf holding his leg in the mouth full of fangs!

There was not much flesh and blood hanging on the legs, and as the wild wolf ran, the pieces of meat scattered and fell everywhere.

Mencius Fei's eyes narrowed sharply, his dark eyes were burning with anger.

He flipped his fingers, and a burst of energy turned into a wind blade, directly cutting off the wild wolf in half.

If this leg is eaten by wild wolves and taken away, even if he survives tonight and wakes up tomorrow, he will still be a cripple who will lose a leg forever!
It's just that he killed the wild wolf that bit off his leg. At this moment, he couldn't move his body, and it was very difficult to stand up. Before he could think of a way to pick up his leg.

The corpse of the wild wolf that fell on the ground was rushed by several hungry wolves. They didn't eat their own kind, but they competed with each other and tore Meng Zifei's leg.

Mencius Fei's eyes were about to burst, and he roared angrily.

The palm without the support of flesh and blood moved vigorously, but before the spiritual power could be revealed, a cold and sharp thick claw stepped heavily on the back of his hand with a 'click'.

"Humph! Humph!"

The smelly and scorching breath came from above his head.

Mencius looked up stiffly.

It was a wolf king twice the size of ordinary wild wolves, with a tuft of fiery red hair fluttering on his forehead.

In a pair of huge wolf boys, apart from the cruel animality, there is also a light of wisdom that other wolves do not have.

It has clearly seen that Meng Zifei's killing methods all come from those hands.

Two cold and heavy claws landed on his arms one after another, with such force that it almost wanted to crush its bones.

It let out a low growl, and immediately two wild wolves rushed out from behind, as if it had received some kind of order, roaring and biting his arm, tearing it apart with all its might!

Mencius was so painful that his eyes almost went black and he fainted. He scratched his arms.

Actually, two arms were bitten off by those two beasts, and they were dragged aside to share the food.

Both arms are crippled, the right leg is missing, and the curse is imminent.

He has no way to deal with it.

Even if he is good at setting up fishing nets, feeding mantises, and hiding secrets in secrets, he has no way to deal with this desperate situation today.

Mencius was lying on the ground like a broken puppet with empty eyes.

The wolf king, who had just opened his mind but was struggling to transform himself, looked down at him with a cruel and powerful posture.

The taste of letting others slaughter fish is definitely not good.

At this moment, Mencius couldn't help thinking numbly.

My own organization calculated, and I did not hesitate to sacrifice the life of my most beloved woman in exchange for this life, so I really have to explain it here so ridiculously.

His 200-year short journey to immortality is a bit too ironic.

"Ow!

"

The wolf king opened his huge mouth, and bit Meng Zifei's head with the intention of judging death.

For Mencius, what followed...was a boundless darkness, his field of vision was like night, and there was no light at all.

The wolf king's sharp and cold fangs were inserted into his neck, and he only needed to exert an inch of strength.

He could tear off his head effortlessly, chew it raw and swallow it into his stomach.

At this moment, Mencius felt strangely unafraid, his chest was numb, and his whole body, from stump to heart, was numb.

So be it……

To see Shang Ying...

Use this dilapidated appearance to meet her.

She has always been soft-hearted, seeing him like this, no matter how much she annoys and blames him, she probably won't be willing to hate him anymore.

Nemesis!Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!What a retribution!
Mencius closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

But the wolf king who was biting his head seemed to be teasing him intentionally, so he didn't exert any strength for a long time.

He just held his head in his mouth, trembling, as if deliberately playing with the food in his mouth.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the leader of the wolf pack, and the way of eating is beyond the nature of ordinary wolves.

The temporary struggle did not give Mencius the hope of continuing to live.

He only felt a great shame.

Mencius is not the gentle gentleman, but only he himself knows how proud and aloof he is hiding.

At this moment, he was actually humiliated by a wolf.

Mencius was trembling with anger, and there was a rush of blood in his ears, and he roared unbearably.

His chest was firmly pressed against the sharp rocks under the snow, roaring like a dying animal:

"Eat me! You bastard! Crush me! Tear me up! Chew me up and swallow me! Why are you still hesitating!"

"Come on! Aren't you very hungry?! Who am I! I'm Mencius Fei! Eat my head, and you will become wise! Eat me! You bastard!"

Meng Zifei had never abused him so wantonly like he did now, with no grace, provoking the other party like a madman.

But even so, the wolf king still did not bite off his head as he wished.

From the huge wolf's mouth, there was a dull and hoarse growl, as if the trachea for breathing was blocked by something.

Meng Zifei kept swearing, but the wolf's mouth biting his head trembled more and more.

Gradually, a strong smell of blood gushed out from the wolf's throat, and the hot and humid liquid soaked Meng Zifei's entire face, and his mouth and nose were filled with stinky wolf blood.

At the same time, Meng Zifei's curses were also drowned out. He coughed on wolf blood, but his brain suddenly realized something was wrong.

Following the wolf's mouth, he suddenly heard a crisp sound of 'ka', which seemed to be the sound of bones cracking.

The fangs that were tightly clutching his neck were suddenly released, and the wolf blood soaked in his face splashed all over the ground.

The desolate moonlight fell on the brows, illuminating Mencius Fei's dark eyes.

His chin rested on the icy snow, and the moment he raised his eyes blankly, he saw a shocking scene that he would never forget in his entire life.

The huge wolf king roaring angrily, and the ordinary girl riding on the wolf's back, her plain dress was stained red by splashed blood.

In the distance, the cold moon meets the human world, and a pack of wolves surrounds and looks back, and the proud figure of the wolf king stands among the white snow.

The blood-stained girl seemed to be one with the wind, snow and moonlight.

She knelt and rode on the back of the wolf king, a very thin and sharp black silk in her hand passed through the wolf king's neck, and strangled tightly in the frozen palm.

The sharp black silk not only cut the wolf king's neck deeply, but also cut her palm very deeply, and the blood dripped down like beads.

If she hadn't cleverly wrapped an earthen talisman around her palm in advance, the wolf king's neck would not have been cut off by the silk string when he struggled.

The palm of her hand must have been chopped off so that not a single finger was left.

Meng Zifei saw it clearly. Chen Xiaolan restrained the huge wolf king with one hand, and her foot stepped on the jaw of the wolf king fiercely.

The body was leaning against the wolf's back in a twisted posture, and one hand was tightly grasping one of the upper tusks in its mouth.

It was precisely because of this that Meng Zifei's head was not bitten to pieces by the wolf king when she exerted her strength.

After confirming that the wolf king spit out his head.

Chen Xiaolan raised her head and screamed, kicked her feet, and quickly retracted the hand on the fangs, both hands tightened the black silk, her whole body exploded with strength, and pulled back hard!
puff!

The black silk was made by Mencius with special materials, and was reserved for her self-defense.

But tonight, she used this black silk to cut off the head of a wolf.

The huge wolf head rolled down, and the blood spattered for a long time before the headless body of the wolf king struggled and fell down.

Chen Xiaolan fell into the snow, still in shock, completely unable to see the heroism that killed the wolf king.

The leader of the pack of wolves was dead, but they did not retreat, looking at the new prey, they kept digging their claws.

Chen Xiaolan was so frightened that she screamed again and again, her face turned pale, and she quickly pulled out the sword that Meng Zifei had pressed in the snow.

With the other hand, he took out several yellow talismans, tears were streaming down his face, but they never faded away.

Mencius lay there as if frozen, his face covered with blood, staring blankly at the girl who couldn't even hold her sword steady.

It never occurred to her that she would choose to turn around and save him.

In the past five years, although Mencius taught her a lot of skills, martial arts.

However, whether it was subduing demons or exorcising ghosts, he seldom let her stay in anything that involved danger and blood.

She has no combat experience.

Not to mention one person dealing with a whole pack of wild wolves.

The sharp pain between the legs and the shoulders hit, the moonlight and stars in the sky were getting brighter, and the last bit of flesh and blood on Meng Zifei's face seemed to melt and loosen.

The two eyeballs fell out of the eye sockets connected to the long tendons in the skull, and when the vision was dark, they could neither see nor hear anything...

I don't know how long it has passed, but the heavy consciousness regained clarity little by little.

In Momo Lake, Mencius vaguely felt that he was being dragged forward in the snow, and there were faint sobs around him.

The sound of the wind and the sound of crying were mixed together, making the noise annoying.

After an unknown period of time, when Mencius woke up completely, he found himself lying in a karst cave to avoid the cold.

There was a bonfire in front of her, and Chen Xiaolan was sitting in front of the bonfire, with a large long gown spread beside her.

The coat was covered with piles of flesh and blood, stumps and bones. Her small face was pale, and there seemed to be fear, nausea, and fear in her eyes.

His throat wriggled uncontrollably, as if about to vomit, but he still held back.

He was holding a leg bone in his hand, and beside him were some needles and threads from his daughter's home.

She picked up a piece of flesh and blood, identified the parts, and stuck it to the bone, suppressing the desire to vomit, and stitched up the flesh and blood of the leg stitch by stitch.

Mencius had never seen such a strange scene.

The timid and ordinary girl, who was afraid of death, picked up his bones and flesh in the deserted snow mountain, and used the needle and thread that she used to mend her clothes on a daily basis to carefully mend his festering body stitch by stitch.

Mencius didn't have the joy and relief of being reborn after a catastrophe, thinking blankly in his heart.

Isn't she afraid?

He looked at Chen Xiaolan's pale face, trembling body and unstoppable tears.

Come to think of it, you're extremely scared, right?

But that being the case, why not leave.

He was the one who wanted to kill her.

Seeing such a disgusting, terrifying and unknown side of him, she dared to turn around, touch him, and rescue him.

What a strange woman.

At this moment, Meng Zifei seemed to have an unprecedented new understanding of Chen Xiaolan.

It was no longer the 'child' raised by him, but a... 'woman' whom he evaluated as strange.

Meng Zifei was not surprised that she survived the mouth of the wolves.

In the past five years, he has taught her a lot of skills, and she also has a yellow talisman drawn by herself in advance, facing the pack of wolves, although it is dangerous.

But when people reach the end of the road, they can always burst out unexpected potential and strength.

He remained silent, looked Chen Xiaolan up and down, and saw deep gashes on her palm and five fingers.

Serious wounds torn by wolf fangs can also be seen everywhere on his body.

His hands were covered with blood, so he grabbed a handful of ice and snow to stop the bleeding, and continued to mend carefully with shaking hands.

He didn't notice that Meng Zifei had woken up.

That earnest appearance, so persistent is really puzzling.