blood fox

Chapter 128

I have met Qin Yangyu's senior brother, and I know his dao name, but I really can't connect him with that dao name.

Maybe the first time I saw it, the impression was really bad.

The second time I saw it, it was still the same.

I bit the candy crackling, bowed my head, and ignored his words.

Brother Qin Yangyu sighed softly, and said in a deep voice: "The mountain ghost and vine skinned 120 eight people, and half of them were given to another body. The other half was given to Yuan Fei."

I don't know who Yuan Fei Po is, but after playing it, it still hurts and my fingers are still hurt, I lower my head and chew the candy without saying a word.

The sugar has been chewed and melted, sticking to the root of the tooth, you have to chew harder, and even roll your tongue to resist the sugar.

But senior brother Qin Yangyu said quietly to himself: "You have seen Yuan Fei Po several times, and you have also seen her puppet made of leather."

I listened, and turned my eyes to look at him suddenly.

So Yuan Feipo is the old lady who burns paper, and the paper figurine she made is really the skin peeled off by Man Ling.

Senior Brother Qin Yangyu just said quietly to himself: "You should have sensed that Yuan Fei's mother-in-law's family has made paper from grave-grown bamboo and shade-grown wood for generations.

"Everything around you has Zhilian's handwriting. You and his blood are fused together. No matter where you go, you will encounter such things." The more he said, the more serious he became.

His complexion also gradually turned positive: "Now the number of twin wheels has come, the lotus has come out, and the evil spirit is traveling abroad. You will encounter such things more and more, and it will become more and more dangerous. So Yang Yu... ..."

When he said this, he took a light breath: "When you saved him back then, our Taoist sect should repay you, so he knew that something happened to you again, so I agreed to come to Lingyun Community."

"But once you get married." He said and looked at my bloody red finger in the blink of an eye.

Said in a deep voice: "Yun Miao and Ling Yuanjun do not agree with each other, Zhilian will not agree. Yang Yu is full of enthusiasm, and wants to use his Chongyang body, meritorious deeds, and even the rest of his life to save you. killed him."

He spoke earnestly, and many people reminded Qin Yangyu and me that it was impossible a long time ago.

Ling Yuan, Bai Ruofeng, Qi Ping Shoulu, and even Man can be seen at a glance...

But I pretended not to care, and Qin Yangyu also pretended that these things did not exist.

But in the end it is...impossible!
I lowered my head and swallowed my mouth full of sweet and sour sugar water.

Just as he had promised Qin Yangyu just now, he said softly, "Understood, it won't happen in the future."

"Yun Miao." Senior Brother Qin Yangyu sighed softly.

With a flick of the fly whisk, just like Ling Yuan, he made a salute to me and said: "It's a great merit for you to trap Zhilian with your body. I thank you so much."

"But it's really impossible for you and Yang Yu. His Chongyang body is indestructible, and you are full of blood and blood, and each has a mission. I hope you will respect your heart." After he finished speaking, he sighed faintly.

Looking down at me, he said softly: "Poverty, I have no other intentions, just..."

I looked up at him, there will be no outsiders here.

He no longer has the demeanor of being the head of the sect, and his white beard and hair seem to reveal vicissitudes and helplessness.

His face was full of helplessness and he bent down towards me: "If you are in danger again in the future, if the Taoist and the Buddhist sects are united, they will naturally use blood as a sacrifice to save your life. But Yang Yu and you really can't get married, hope Don't blame him."

"The word love, who can avoid it. He has experienced this once, and it is considered a catastrophe. Don't hate him." He took another step back as he spoke, and bowed to me again: "This poor man, thank you again Pass!"

I glanced at the whisk resting on his arm.

The last time I saw him, he whipped Qin Yangyu with this whisk, 49 whips seven to seven, and made him carry classic morals.

After Qin Yangyu came to Lingyun Community, he planned to visit Ling Yuan with him, but because a special case was filed against me, he whipped Qin Yangyu 49 times and [-] times.

Their special case team has great authority, and it has authority beyond everything in ordinary cases.

Facing the alien race, it is like the fox clan, they can brand and register every fox fairy in the register.

Such a hundred-year-old celestial master who is in charge of so many things and enjoys the respect of the world, but because of Qin Yangyu, he bowed his head to Ling Yuan and bowed to me again and again.

Just beg me not to hate Qin Yangyu!
It doesn't seem like an immortal master who is in charge of the Taoism in the world, but an... old father.

I watched him bow his head and slowly slide down from the small plane.

She bowed to him and returned a salute: "It should."

I have secretly learned the Daoist salute and practiced it many times when I was alone.

At that time, I always thought, if one day I meet Qin Yangyu again, maybe it will be like this.

He bowed to me from a distance, and I just bowed back from a distance.

But I didn't expect that five years later, when he found me, he didn't bow to me.

I didn't expect that it was his senior brother who returned the gift.

Senior brother Qin Yangyu looked at me, his gaze sank, and he glanced at my still red left middle finger.

Shen Sheng said: "If you are not Yun Miao, he is not Qin Yangyu, but me, an ordinary junior, if you are together..."

When he said this, he took a few deep breaths and swallowed the words that followed.

Just a wave of the whisk, stepping on Yu steps, but after a few steps, it disappeared.

I watched him leave, and then I breathed a sigh of relief, and sat directly on the grass next to me.

The yurt in the distance had already been set ablaze, and the flames were roaring, rushing towards this side with a heat wave.

In the bright firelight, there was some shrill cry.

It sounds like a hungry child crying, a woman screaming, and an old man wailing.

Several cars from the task force have already driven away, probably to send the Jiang family away.

The rest of the people stood by the burnt yurt and watched the fire.

The people in the farm were all watching the excitement.

I just changed hands and touched my left middle finger.

Even now, it doesn't seem to be so red anymore. When I touch it, I can still feel the burning pain.

It turned out that it was really hot!
But just now Qin Yangyu was clasped so tightly that he couldn't pull it off no matter what.

I pursed my lips, only to feel that the taste of the lollipop in my mouth had subsided, and my mouth was full of bitterness.

Reach out and insert your fingers in the middle of the grass, and slowly turn them.

The translucent red light penetrates the green grass leaves, and the veins on the leaves can be clearly seen.

I suddenly resented Qin Yangyu a little bit.

Why do you want me to marry him well, if he doesn't say.

We will still be the same as before, he can guard me from time to time, he can bring me medicinal food, and he can investigate the case with me.

Well now, he may never appear in front of me again.

As soon as I thought of this, there was a low laugh in my head.

It seems to be mocking, but it also seems to be sympathy.

Quiet, yet refreshing and pampering.

I don't know why, but when the laughter sounded, I knew it was Zhilian.

He has always been there, hidden in my body along with the resentment.

Quietly dormant, waiting for Po Yuan Fei to do something in the dark, waiting for me to collapse, waiting for an opportunity!
I looked at the thread of love through the leaves of grass, and I always felt that what Ling Yuan said was right. How could such a thing as love be determined by a thread of love?

Man Ling must have feelings for the man whose name I don't even know, but she just died in the heart of the mountain, and her heart died too.

A dead heart, where does the love come from.

But the dead man's love thread is still entangled in my hands, so what's the matter?

(End of this chapter)