Sorcerer

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Huo Qilang fell into death immediately, and he didn't even have time to change his joyful expression.

His body started to tilt slowly, but he regained his vitality in an instant. His right hand quickly reached the back of his neck, grabbed the seal around his neck, and pulled it off brutally and frantically. Buckled around Ling Shile's neck.

After completing these actions, Huo Qilang stood up slowly, and stepped back a few steps with a blank face, leaning his back against the broken wall, looking in Ling Shile's direction with his broken eyes, and slowly fell against the broken wall.

Ling Shile watched his movements with a pale face, and bright red blood slid down his snow-white neck.

She bit her lower lip, as if she wanted to sneer, but tears suddenly fell down.

The golden sunlight shone on her slender back, making her appear weaker and weaker, and the sound of sad cries, accompanied by the crisp chirping of insects in the morning, came to her ears.

Wu Maxi stood beside her, looking at her coldly.

After a while, the crying turned into deep sobs, and Ling Shile's slightly tired voice sounded in between the sobs: "You treat me like this, why...why do I still cry for you?"

Wu Maxi looked up at the sky, took out a pair of handcuffs from the elephant ring, and threw them in front of Ling Shile.

Without saying a word, Ling Shile silently picked up the handcuffs, handcuffed them on her slender wrists, and softly said while handcuffing: "The most poisonous woman's heart? Isn't it?"

"Your matter has nothing to do with me. The reason why I saved you is because you know about the moon bracelet." Although Wu Maxi said that it had nothing to do with it, there was an inexplicable anger lingering in her heart. This feeling was not very clear, but it was real. Earth exists, like the traces of the red moon faintly remaining in the western sky.

"Is there any water?" Ling Shile straightened her hair. Even though she was handcuffed, her movements were still gentle and coordinated.

Wu Maxi took out a water jug ​​from the elephant ring and threw it in front of her.

Ling Shile picked it up and took a sip, then bent his left palm and poured some water into his palm.The clear water in the palm reflects the sun's rays, flows slowly along the fingers, drips on the sandy ground, and seeps in quickly.

Her eyes became a little dazed, as if lost in memories: "I was born on a small island, and there were less than a thousand people on the island, and no one knew how to express themselves. They lived on fishing and lived like animals. When I was eight years old, two Jingxiu islands duel on the southeast sea, and the island was sunk, and nearly a thousand residents on the island were swallowed up by the sea. I drifted on the sea for two days with the plank in my arms, and finally was sacrificed by blood A Jingxiu rescued me, brought me back to Blood Sacrifice Island, and adopted me as an adopted daughter, so I got the name Ling Shile."

"I'm not interested in your life experience." Wu Maxi interrupted indifferently.

Ling Shile ignored Wu Maxi's words, and continued to speak slowly: "I can't remember when Huo Qilang appeared in my life. It suddenly became clear that he was 15 years old. After passing away. During that time, I was very sad and lonely. The one who was always by my side was this senior brother who was four years older than me. After that, we became lovers naturally. I thought I would be his in this life. No matter how unsatisfactory he was on the island, I never thought of leaving him, because I thought he loved me, and I was stupid at that time, thinking that this would be enough. Unexpectedly, two years later, it was he who left me I was dumped when we were talking about marriage."

"I am the number one beauty on the island, and many excellent disciples of the younger generation are chasing after me, but who is he, a useless person who dare not even participate in the school's annual competition, who actually abandoned me, and even said that it was for me happiness." Ling Shile slightly raised her head to look at the eastern sky, with a self-deprecating smile on her face, tears welling up in her eyes, "You know, I really believed his nonsense, thinking that he It was really for my happiness, and I was so moved that I cried for several days, only to find out later that this bastard actually sold me to Ji Xiuwen, an old man in his 90s, who is so old that his hair is about to fall out. An old pervert who finger-tortures women."

"Talk about the moon bracelet." Wu Maxi felt a little blocked, and interrupted Ling Shile coldly.

"If you don't let me talk about Ji Xiuwen, then I have nothing to say." Ling Shile looked at Wu Maxi with a narrow expression, but soon his expression darkened again. After a moment of silence, he said in a feeble voice, "Moon Bracelet I heard all the news from Ji Xiuwen."

Wu Maxi snorted coldly, stopped talking, stood up, and set up formations around her.

Ling Shile turned her head slightly and looked at Wu Maxi. She was sitting upright, but from the arc of the slender shoulders and waist, there was an infinite sense of romance, like a camellia bathed in sunlight. , asked lightly: "Are you from the Cha family?"

Wu Maxi placed the last piece of Chiling Jade, turned around, stared at Ling Shile coldly and said nothing.

Ling Shile smiled slightly and said, "Do you know that the Cha family has a deep connection with blood sacrifice?"

"I heard that before the blood sacrifice went to sea, Patriarch Zha once helped the blood sacrifice." Wu Maxi stared at Ling Shile, "Based on this, how can you be sure that I am from the Cha family?"

Ling Shile took a sip of water, and said: "When the blood sacrifice went to sea, an elder stayed on the mainland to repay his kindness. This senior later participated in the battle of the westward migration of the witch curse, and finally died in the chaos. "

Wu Maxi thought for a while, and said, "Is the person you're talking about the 'Blood King'?"

Ling Shile smiled slightly: "This senior is called Guan Lianyu, and he is the only surviving master of the Blood Sacrifice. Such a person is destined to leave a great reputation on the mainland."

"It is said that this master once intercepted and killed the messenger of the great benefactor Zha Yihou."

Ling Shile laughed tremblingly, looked at Wu Maxi narrowly, and said, "There are some fools who treat legendary novels as history!"

Wu Maxi snorted coldly, not quite believing her cleansing.

There are not many records about Guan Lianyu, the blood king in history, only the description in "Journey to the West" is slightly more detailed.At that time, Zha Xihou had a chance to avoid Jian Shuangcheng's sharp edge and entered the southwest by detour, but the messenger was suddenly intercepted and his command was not smooth. The rear team was bitten by Jian Shuangcheng's large troops and had to fight Jian Shuangcheng in the chaos.

It can be said that the reason why the witch cursed Xiqian so badly had a lot to do with the blood king's interception.From this point of view, the Blood King, who avenges kindness and revenge, can be said to be inferior to pigs and dogs.However, Jian Shuangcheng's fall seems to be inseparable from his help. From this aspect, this beast's revenge can be said to be very successful.

Due to the horrific battle of the westward migration, the initial stage of Wu Man's entry into the southwest was extremely difficult. Even Wen Taiyi, the leader of the Cha family at that time, had to commit himself to becoming Miao Ming's son-in-law in order to gain a foothold.Many years later, the grown Cha family defeated Miao Ming and drove the remnants of Miao Ming into the vast Quqing. Wen Taiyi's wife hanged herself to death, and Wen Taiyi also lived in seclusion from the world.

From a moral point of view, Wen Taiyi is almost a perfect person, but this incident is a stain that he will not be able to erase in several lifetimes.

Wu Maxi has always been unafraid to speculate on other people's hearts with the worst malice. Naturally, he believed that Guan Lianyu's pigs and dogs were inferior. He snorted coldly and did not argue. Instead, he changed the subject and asked, "Even so, why do you Do you think I am from the Cha family?"

"Before the death of Senior Blood King, he sent a drifting invitation to the Blood Sacrifice Headquarters. 200 years later, this invitation was received by the Blood Sacrifice and recorded in the history of the family. I have seen this record. It is mentioned in the record that before the death of Senior Blood King, he entrusted the relics to Senior Zha Yihou. There is a very magical artistic conception among these relics. According to the description, it is different from the artistic conception you just used. very similar."

"Similar to my artistic conception? Exorcism curse?" In front of Ling Shile, the only artistic conception he had used before was the exorcism curse used by Cao to control Huo Qilang just now. Wumaxi's eyes began to become serious, " What is the origin of this artistic conception?”

"I don't know." Ling Shile replied simply.

Wu Maxi's expression became fierce, and she stared at Ling Shile coldly.

Ling Shile smiled indifferently, and said: "One thousand and three hundred years ago, the seniors of Blood Sacrifice casually killed a young realm master, and got that artistic conception. What is the origin of the teacher, so naturally I don’t know what the origin of this artistic conception is.”

Is this okay too?

The clues that had just appeared were cut off in an instant, and Wu Maxi was rather unwilling, and asked: "Blood Sacrifice Headquarters, do you have any research materials on this artistic conception?"

"Maybe." Ling Shile spread his hands, and the iron cuffs on his wrists made a crisp sound, "But even if there were, it's 260 years too late."

"What do you mean?" Wumaxi frowned slightly.

"Don't you think our Blood Sacrifice realm cultivators are strange?" Ling Shile tilted his head and looked at him, "You have fought against both Huo Bihai and Huo Qilang? You don't have any doubts about the artistic conception they use ?"

Indeed.

When Wu Maxi interrogated Huo Bihai back then, she felt that Huo Bihai's artistic conception was too similar to the celestial phenomenon, so she always had doubts about him. When Huo Qilang confessed his origin in tears, she dispelled Wu Maxi a little bit. Ma Xi's suspicion.But now hearing what Ling Shile said, this doubt resurfaced in his mind.

"The real blood sacrifice was wiped out 260 years ago." Ling Shile smiled mysteriously, "This one is just a fake."