Chapter 158: Heartache 4

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When the magic opens his eyes, he sees a dark world. He didn't react at the moment, but the pain that seemed to be crushed all over the body made him have to understand that he didn't die, even the damaged Dantian and the meridians had already repaired six or seven percent!
Magic Qianqiu did not immediately make a sound. He sat quietly against the wall and carefully explored the surrounding environment.
In fact, there is nothing to explore here, or the small space that he has opened up. After being "stolen for the sun", he has only taken him away from the two.
Magic Qianqiu did not hear the voice of Jin Shi, he used the spiritual knowledge to sweep the past, and soon found that the other party is still sitting in the original position, do not know what the low head is thinking. The breath from Jin was very weak, and it was hard to hear. The magic Qianqiu wanted to speak, but the throat was very hoarse and dry, and even the sound was very difficult.
Then the next moment, he suddenly heard a soft heartbeat.
Plop, plop.
In his chest, where the blood passed, a fresh heart is beating.
The eyes of Devil's Eyes are so large that he can't believe the sound that comes from the chest and feel the rhythm of blood flowing in the blood, flowing into the heart, and flowing out again.
A heart that does not belong to him is steadily beating in his chest. This heart is very strange, but a powerful vitality escapes from the heart, repairing his long-lost meridian dantian at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Tiandao has preferential treatment for the beasts. The dragons are born with seven orders, and the flesh is as strong as the black iron.
The magic is almost the first time to understand, who is this heart.
He once personally took the heart out of his master's chest, although it seems a bit weird now, but the familiar atmosphere makes the magic know immediately: it belongs to Jin away!
The throat is already hoarse and unable to make a sound, but this is the case. Devil Qianqiu tried his best to reach out to the demon who sat next to him, almost squeezing the sound out of his throat: "This ... in the end is... ah!"
At this moment, a very cool force burst out of the heart, and suddenly fell on the right eye of the magic. He was going to fall down directly, but his hand was suddenly pulled and gently pushed, and he pushed him back again, leaning against the wall to withstand the pain of subversion.
The right eye seems to have been crushed and crushed by a big hand. The burning flame instantly devours everything. This kind of pain is placed in the top three in the life of the magic. He bit his lip, and even a vibrato did not overflow, but the blood had been left from the right eye, and it was strangely glaring on the white face.
Later, the magic Qianqiu fainted, and when he woke up, he felt that his right eye was extremely refreshing.
Dan Tian and the meridians have also been repaired. He already has the strength to stand up, but he has not moved. Instead, he slowly squeezed his fingers and asked one word at a time: "Why are you...save me!"
There is no smile on the face of Mo Qianqiu, and the tone is strict.
He rarely had such a serious time, his fingers were pinched, and his nails had to break into his palm. But the answer to him was a long time of silence, Jin did not answer, still sitting aside, it seems that the absence of a heart has no effect on him.
The absence of a heart is absolutely influential for the beast.
It has already been discovered that the magic of the retreat seems to have a little recession. Originally he was already a half-step of the realm of God, but now it is only the great success of the Mahayana. Even if there is a demon, the damage is not as fierce as it was a thousand years ago, but it still has a bad breath and is hurt.
For the first time, Magic Qianqiu was so patient, his teeth clenched and asked again: "Why are you saving me!"
By this time, Jin Li finally talked. His voice is as cold and alienated as it used to be, just to say quietly, it makes people feel peaceful and noble, and the end is a noble posture of a beast.
"Actually, I am not interested in the war between the two races." Jin said casually, "I will not enter the battlefield if Longmu does not say."
Longmao demon statue was degraded nine hundred years ago, and it was the last demon statue of the demon family before the end of the eternal life.
Magic Qianqiu seems to have noticed something, for a long time: "Why are you saving me?"
Jin did not answer him, but continued to say: "I used to not hate you."
Magic Qianqiu whispered: "... Before I took your demon and heart?"
"Before this."
Mo Qianqiu asked again: "Why are you going to save me?" Paying such a big price!
"Longmu had never said before the fall. Among the Terrans, Wu Zhizi of Taihua Mountain said that the realm is slightly higher than him, but it is not enough to worry about it. It is just an old man who is dying. You are the biggest hidden danger of the Yaozu in the future. Calling me to leave Long Island repeatedly is to kill you."
Listening to Jin’s speech is a very enjoyable thing.
His voice was very light, not rushing, and he said it seriously, as if he had come.
Jin Shi said about a thousand years ago, I wonder if it is because the heart in the chest is out of vigilance or embarrassment, and the magic Qian Qiu actually listened to his words, even he said I remembered those things that I had forgotten.
The war between the Terran and the Yaozu, almost never stopped before the recent hundred years.
As we move forward, the strength of the two communities will become stronger and the battle will become more intense. A thousand years ago, Demon Qianqiu was the magician of the great perfection of the Mahayana period. He almost did not hesitate to enter the battlefields of the two races and killed tens of thousands of monsters, including many high-ranking monsters.
He is so famous that he is extremely lethal and makes many monsters stunned.
Then on a quiet moonlight night, Devil Qianqiu sneaked into a demon team with a lot of demons. He started the whip and smiled, ready to start a massacre. Unexpectedly, in the next moment, he was lurked and saw the mysterious demon who was hidden in the enemy camp.
The demon is retired.
The name has been heard in the past, but it has only been heard. It is rumored that Jin has rarely left Long Island. Although he is only a demon statue, but because of the identity of the beast, the strength is extremely powerful, comparable to the heavenly demon.
The Devils did not dare to exaggerate, and the two began their first battle. Magic Qianqiu reluctantly coped with the offensive of Jin, and repeatedly fell into the risk of losing some lives. The two men went to the demon domain from the thirteenth sea of ​​the enchantment, then passed through Yunzhou and hit the border between Zhangzhou and Mingzhou.
There is a dangerous place called Wanming Mountain. In Wanming Mountain, you can hear strange animal beasts from time to time. In these mountains hidden by dense fog, there is a strange beast hidden. They are not monsters, but they have a hint of ghosts that can harm the true spirits of the self-cultivator, but have no effect on the monsters.
In this place, the magic must be carefully dealt with, but it is like a duck.
Magic Qianqiu knows that even if Jin is not killed, he can abolish his cultivation or make his realm fall. With a wound in one body, the devil took the opportunity to hide on a cliff. In the gust of wind, countless strange beasts flying can bite his body, but he can't make a sound.
These beasts can't cause bruises on his body, but they can directly bite the gods through the body.
The pain of the Yuanshen is far beyond the flesh.
Magic Qianqiu can't attack them. Underneath him is the abyss, which contains countless infested beasts; on his head is a demon statue that walks slowly, the beast is not good at using spiritual knowledge to find people, only a little bit fine Look carefully.
Hidden in the middle of these beasts, the breath of the beast can confuse your own breath, and you can avoid the escape.
Magic Qianqiu held the mountain wall by hand, and the body trembled. The Yuanshen was bitten and bitten. He hid it for seven days, and he left for seven days on his head. After seven days, Jin sighed softly and turned and left.
There is no dead hand!
After that, there is another growth in the strength of the magical autumn, and there is no such awkwardness in dealing with the Jin. The two have played more than 20 times in hundreds of years, almost all of them are both hurt. There are more times when the magic falls into the wind, and the Jin is a little less.
After that, the two seemed to have a tacit understanding without saying anything: no dead hand.
This kind of tacit understanding continued until Wu Zizi found the magic, and prepared to join him to seal the seal.
The past has become a cloud, and has passed by. These things are just a part of a long life, but it’s just a story of a long life. It’s just now that he’s got the feeling that he’s going through it again, and finally A strange idea -
In fact, his relationship with Jin Jin is not so bad.
Not too good, but it is not the relationship between you and me.
- Before he went to the heart of Jin, and took away the demon.
Magic Qianqiu listened to Jin’s own story, and he began to talk about Long Island. Magic Qianqiu has never been to Longdao, but I have heard that there is a paradise on earth. In general, the fairyland is bound to be sparsely populated, and there is no red dust. Therefore, in Long Island, only the dragons live, and now only one is living.
Jin Jin did not always talk. He talked about stopping. At this time, he suddenly stopped. He seemed to ask casually: "What do you like?"
Devil's heart is tight, he has no vigilance before, but still can't relax.
For a long time, he sent a low laugh from his throat, without ridicule, just an ordinary laugh, and then said: "I like beauty. If it is an ugly person, the deity does not want to see him even after a light, such as that Wu Xiezi, the wrinkles on his face can pinch the mosquitoes, and the deity feels extremely appetizing every time he looks."
Jin left the coveted road: "Wu Yizi was married for years. When he was in his fifties, he was discovered that he had begun to cultivate." So when he went to the base period, he was 60 years old and his appearance was not young."
Magic Qianqiu sneaked a sigh of relief: "He is ugly anyway."
Jin faintly said: "Who looks good?"
Magic Qianqiu said of course: "Nature is the deity."
"The skin is nothing more than a foreign minister. It is important to pay attention to what it does. It is beautiful again, there is no chance in front of the strong, and it is still unable to return to heaven."
As soon as I heard this, Mo Qianqiu’s mind flashed a figure in an instant. He looked at him with a twinkling voice. The voice immediately cooled a few minutes:
Why are you saving me?
Returning to the original question, I didn’t want to be on this topic. Get entangled again.
Jin Yi did not pay attention to him, but also a long silence.
It has been several years since the two entered the dark space.
Jin has not taken away the meaning of his heart, and the magic is gradually recovering his strength. There is already half the power of the heyday.
When the spiritual power returned to the body again, Mo Qianqiu took out his own whip from the Nayong, squatting in the palm of his hand, and carefully guarding against the Jin. He didn't know why Jin was going to save him, but he knew that it would be easy if Jin Jin wanted to kill him again.
Magic Qianqiu is not a good person. If he wants to leave, he can return this heart to the other party immediately and experience another death. However, this is not to say that his life is left to the other side, he wants him to live and he wants to die.
It is to take out the heart, but also to himself, not to be dominated by the other side.
At a time when the atmosphere was tense, Mochiki suddenly found out that Jin had moved away, and he even tightened his whip. However, I saw Jin’s handcuffs and suddenly took out a jade flute. The magician feels the flute in a strange way. In the darkness, he can't see the color of the flute, but he can feel it. This is also a good magic weapon, but it has no attack power.
Demon is good at refining, and this eyesight is still there.
As far as Jin Jin was not aware of the tight body of the devil, he slowly put the jade flute on his lips. The slender fingers rubbed the smooth and rounded flute. When he blew the first sound, it seemed as if everything was silent, only smelling the flute, and the magic was suddenly squatting in the same place.
This flute is clear and bright, Xu Yue, as if it is a dragon, with a roll of water, sometimes like a window bar to listen to the rain.
However, it is not the beauty of the flute that really surprised the magic, but the familiarity of this music!
He has heard this song, he must have heard this song!
From the first sound, there is something in his memory that slowly wakes up. Such a wonderful fairy music should be heard in a fairyland on earth. Those who play it should have the most graceful and graceful temperament in the world, and have a peerless appearance that is difficult to describe.
Why do you like beauty?
The problem of Jin’s departure, the magic Qian Qiu did not answer.
Because he likes beauty from a long time ago, he likes people who are very beautiful, not only because they look at such people, but also feel happy. Even more because, in the depths of his memory that he is about to forget, he has seen the best people in the world.
That person's good-looking, even if the time has made the magic can not remember the other's face, but still remember the thrilling feeling.
Magic Qianqiu kills millions in this life, and the monsters that die in his hands are countless. He has never liked anyone. Yunxiang is his apprentice and has always envied him. He and the Qin brothers are his men and have always respected him. Luo gradually clears his only confidant and friend, and he is the one who most appreciates trust.
But he really didn't like anyone.
He is willing to pay for the Yunxiang, the blasphemy, the Qin brothers, and the Luo gradually clearing the lives, to defend them and protect them, but really did not like anyone.
Was it a long time ago?
It seems that there is also a special person.
The hand of the magic hand holding the whip slowly trembled, and he slowly lifted it through the thick darkness, as if he saw the demon who leaned against the wall and played the flute. The pupil trembled fiercely, and for the first time, Devil Qianqiu felt that she was such a cool and thin person.
His life and death friend is not only Luo gradually clear one, there should be another person, when he is still in the end, with him experienced a life and death. Time made him slowly forget the existence of the other party, but those experiences were true and true. He can't remember the other person's looks, can't remember the specific things, and can't even remember the other's name.
However, there really was a friend.
The sound of the flute came to an abrupt end, and a broken wind suddenly came.
The magical eyes looked at each other and subconsciously wanted to lift the whip, but the other party had already used the jade flute to reach his shoulder and pressed himself to the wall. In front of it is a darkness, and the magic of the autumn feels a cold and desperate sight on his body, sliding from his neck to his eyes.
If it is not dark, he probably should see a pair of blue eyes.
The man said in a word: "...you said sorry to me?"
Hearing the three words he said before his death, Mo Qianqiu held the whip tightly, but he could not make a move. He hoarse and said: "Who are you..."
"The deity once wanted to smash you a corpse, but did not expect to smash the heart of the deity, take away the demon of the deity, so that the deity is trapped in the darkness of 1800 years, and finally the humiliated person in the demon... ... turned out to be the so-called friend."
Devils and sisters screamed at the blood: "Who are you!"
Jin Shi slowly raised his head, and for a long time, he said faintly: "I have been waiting for you for three hundred years on Long Island, thinking that you have died under the limits of Heaven and Heaven, and you have set a crown for you. When did you start... ...forgot my existence?"
The tears accumulated in the sputum suddenly burst out, and the devil screamed and stunned his eyes, letting a tear flow from his eyes, slamming and dropping on the jade flute.
At this time, deep in the memory buried in time, the figure was finally completely clear.
The man was holding a white jade flute in his hand, his black hair was like a waterfall, wearing a blue suit of deep color, standing in the bamboo pavilion in the middle of the lake. He slowly turned around, as if looking at someone, the cold and indifferent eyebrows slowly softened, a pair of scorpions blue and clear, just standing there, it is the lake and the mountains, the long and clear.
Magic Qianqiu suddenly raised his hand and held the cold wrist, and in this darkness, the face of the gorgeous face showed a rare and unpredictable. He shuddered and said: "Then