Rong Bai had no idea what happened when Song Ci left his sight.
As he watched him waving his two wide sleeves, with a flattering smile on his face, the scent of the nose smashed into his head.
Rong Bai raised his hand and squinted his eyes, "Stand."
Song Ci felt a little stunned in his heart, but he stood still obediently, the charming on his face became more obvious, if the two tails came out, it is estimated to shake in circles.
He said, "Dad, what's wrong?"
Rong Bai can understand his mood, knowing that he is not brave, and he must be scared at the moment. Try to be gentle, "Who told you to call my dad?"
However, this sentence was only a casual question in Rongbai's opinion, but it was full of questions in Song Ci. He said that Uncle Rong really didn't want to recognize his wild son. He knelt on the ground with his knees down and his head lowered. Low, not talking.
It's better to say more than wrong.
Rong Bai saw himself terrified, and frowned, "You stand up first."
Song Ci immediately rose from the ground.
Rong Baizhen walked around, saw him empty-handed, and asked, "What about the umbrella?"
"Here is the owner of Huadu." Song Ci whispered, "He said that this is your king's thing, and he will return it to you."
After listening, Rong Bai was silent for a moment, then his face was indifferent. "He would do things."
Song Ci did not dare to answer.
"Don't speak?" Rong Bai smiled suddenly. "Did the umbrella be delivered to you?"
Song Ci nodded his meaning and nodded.
"So what else do you give up? Am I the kind of person who is full and has nothing to do? People are giving you something back?" Rong Bai closed his eyes and felt his emotions immediately. I couldn't help it, thinking that it was too clever to do this.
After a while, I did n’t see him. The things I sent out were asked to come back, and I had a son? And still so fragrant son.
As soon as Rong Bai smelled the scent, his head hurt terribly, and he didn't dare to let Song resign too close, leaning lazily on the seat, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Ci could see that Rong Bai had not imagined the anger and was no longer weak, and honestly answered, "It is indeed better than the human world."
"En ..." Rong Bai's dark eyes looked at Song Ci lightly. "Have you ever forgotten the purpose of coming to the demon world?"
Song Ci stiffened and did not dare to answer.
It's always coming.
Rong Bai didn't care that he didn't answer. Instead, he thought he looked very cute and raised his eyebrows. "What did you say to the demon world before?"
"It's all a misunderstanding!" Song Ci hurriedly said, "Master Demon King, I was blinded by lard before, and I listened to the villain's chewing tongue to tarnish your image. How can I know that you are like this?"
"What kind of person am I?" Rong Bai sneered.
"You are understanding, gentle and amiable, and broad-minded, and at first glance it's not like what people say." Song Ci stacked up this series of exaggerated words, and his lips were smooth.
Wear it all, don't wear it.
Rong Bai himself felt aggrieved. "Strange to say, I didn't do anything to you clearly. Why are you so scared? Am I not good for you along the way?"
"Okay, good, I'm not afraid, it's just respect." Song Ci nodded.
"Then should you repay me?" Rong Bai asked back.
"Yes, yes, I'm willing to do anything, as long as leave me a little life." Song Ci replied.
Rong Bai stood up and walked slowly to Song Ci. The strong aroma asked more, but it was not so pungent. He looked at Song Ci's neck, and couldn't help but pinch his face. "Still not afraid?"
Song Ci shook himself, sweating his palms, for fear that Rong Bai would pat a blue flame on his head the next moment.
Rong Bai, however, held his back with very gentle force, slowly raised his head, and smiled at the corner of his mouth. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
At the moment when Song Ci met his eyes, his whole heart was completely relaxed, and he was clearly made aware that it was not the legendary fierce demon king standing in front of him, but with him this month. Uncle Rong is always protecting his Rongbai.
He blinked, "Uncle Rong, aren't you angry?"
Rong Bai chuckled, "If I was angry, I would have been angry already, why wait till now?"
Song Ci froze, wondering what to say.
Rong Bai's temper was better than he expected.
"You listen to me." Rong Bai withdrew his hand and tapped his forehead slightly. He just wanted to speak, but suddenly stopped his voice.
Song Ci gave him a puzzled look, but saw that he suddenly closed his eyes and fell down. He scrambled to help him, only to find that Rong Bai was unconscious.
"Uncle Rong! Uncle Rong!" Song Ci shouted, and just when he wanted to shout, he suddenly saw a thrilling scene. He saw Rong Bai's nose, eyes, and mouth all shed red blood, reflecting on his pale face, especially Dazzling.
He panicked and shouted, "Come! Come!"
The demon servant heard Song Ci's screaming and broke into the door. When he saw Rong Bai's rush to the bed, the palace was in a mess.
Song Ci has never seen such a tolerant, lost half his life in fright, and bleeds continuously, even if wiped away, it will flow out again, and the person looks like a dead person, with no reaction at all.
He was in a state of numbness, panic-stricken, and didn't know what to do. The cloth towel in his hand was crumpled by him.
Obviously, he said this to him the moment before, and it became like this the next moment. Who can bear it?
Just as a demon servant was desperate, a man suddenly appeared in the temple. The powerful oppression that appeared out of thin air was like a pair of powerful hands. He pressed the people to the knees on the shoulders of the demon servants.
Song Ci was forced to take a breath and raised his eyes to look at the man. The first thing he saw was a pair of extremely pure golden eyes, and then his heart tightened, giving him the urge to kneel down, fortunately, he was sitting on the bed Side, Shengsheng choked this idea.
The man was a very young man, dressed in a white robe, embroidered with gold silk at the collar, spread down, and walked out of the waist, the gold silk condensed into a closed dragon head, and the dragon's horns extended to the shoulder , Lifelike.
After seeing Song's speech, he slightly hooked his lips, and his handsome face disappeared immediately, but he was somewhat easy-going, "What's your name?"
Song Ci swallowed, "Song Ci."
The young man turned his golden eyes, looked at Rong Bai on the bed, walked over a few steps, and saw a little golden light, and gently clicked on Rong Bai's forehead. Qi Qiao finally no longer bleeds, he said, "You appear too late."
Song Ci didn't understand what he meant, he looked at him with some wonder, "Excuse me?"
"You follow me." The young man said to him mysteriously. Qiankun Listening Book Network www.qktsw.com
Then as soon as his figure moved, the snowy color disappeared.
Song Ci looked at Rong Bai with a puzzled look. First, he wiped the blood on his face with a cloth towel, wiped off the handsome face, and then stood up. He just took a step, and the scene around him suddenly changed.
In front of it is a huge linden tree. I don't know how many years have passed. Under the baptism of wind and rain, this tree gave Song Ci a sense of standing on the ground.
He was a little hesitant for a moment, and the voice in his ear brought him back to reality.
He turned around and saw two people standing next to him, one of them was a man with golden eyes who suddenly appeared in the temple, and the other was the God of Goodness who had been locked in an iron cage and had a broken corner. .
The two were black and white, one clean and one filthy, and there was a strong contrast when they stood together.
"Then Jiujiu, do you know this person?" Said the man with golden eyes.
The God of Goodness is also the only water unicorn within the Six Realms-Ze Jiu took a look at Song Ci, familiar with his tone, "I've seen it, I was chatting together just now. I tell you that this person has a special idea. he……"
Song Ci coughed and turned red, interrupting the conversation between the two, "What are you doing here with me?"
Then Jiugu stopped, looking at the Jinmo man next to him, wondering, "Yeah, what are you bringing him to?"
"Of course I do what I do." The man with golden eyes raised his eyebrows, and then said to Song Ci, "Rong Bai is about to come, do you know?"
Song Cihuan said, "I don't know."
"He used to dismantle the soul for the destruction of the magic seal. Everyone said that he had ceased in recent years. In fact, he dissipated in another way, waiting for Lou Muge to return after he passed away." Jin Mu The man's tone brought a little heavyness.
After saying this, Song Ci can still understand, but still unbelievable, "You mean he is killing himself? Why?"
"Maybe it's tiring." He said, "God is eternal, but the more you live, the more boring the world will be. Many gods live to a certain time, and they will completely stop thinking about the world and choose a comfortable way. To leave, it is the saying that the immortal wants nothing. "
"Rong Bai, I didn't have the idea of gathering souls after I lost my soul, and I recovered one in this period of time. If I go on, I will definitely die." The man with golden eyes shook his head. "Everyone saves Not live. "
Song Ci's head flickered for a moment, and all the questions were left behind, leaving only one, "No one can save?"
Before his eyes flashed the white face, smiling, gentle, indifferent, murderous, and thinking carefully, he never seemed to see those wild laughter, full of anger, or hate or joy, these lively emotions , Rong Bai has never been reflected.
Originally thought that Rongban was so temperamental, but now I understand that it is because Rong Bai's soul is defective, so he can't freely release his emotions like a normal person.
Song Ci found on several occasions that he always looked at himself with a scrutiny, and it was estimated that he was also wondering why his expression was always so full and fresh.
However, he never observed it carefully, and there was no strangeness in Rong Bai's eyes.
"Isn't there a way?" Song Ci asked, stroking his throat.
"There are ways, at least before he dies." The man with a golden eye suddenly turned around and glanced at him. "But it needs your cooperation."
"Okay, come." Song Ci agreed without hesitation, "What do I need?"
"Need you ..." said Jinmo Man, "to participate in his past."
Song Ci froze, pondering for a moment, "Can you elaborate more?"
The golden-eyed man turned his head and glanced at Jiugu, "You explain."
"I'm short." Jiujiu nodded his head. "The devil in ancient times, do you hear anything?"
Song Ci said, "Have heard of it."
"He has created four well-known formations, and has been passed down to this day, namely: Raksha Bandhan, Vientiane Taiji, Xingluo Chessboard, and Counter-Yin and Yang." Jiu Gu picked up a tree branch and squatted on the ground Draw a figure of Taiji gossip, "of which Yin and Yang is the only formation that cannot be started by himself, and we are standing on this formation now."
Song Ci subconsciously glanced at his feet, "What kind of formation is Yin and Yang against?"
"It can split the time." Jiujiu looked up, his black eyes glowed with faint light, "sent you to the past."
"Isn't that similar to Kunlun Mirror?"
"Not the same." He said, "Yin and Yang go back in time, it can make you go back to the real past. The Kunlun Mirror can connect the years, but the shape is just a real illusion."
"You mean, if someone successfully starts counter-current yin and yang, can history be changed?" Cold sweat oozed from the back of Song.
"Yes," he said, "we are about to do something big."
The man with golden eyes took out a small bronze mirror, held it with his empty hand, and became the size of a fingernail. He imagined a red string and handed it to Song Ci's hand. "Here you take it, it will bring you back . "
"What is this?" Song Ci felt familiar with the bronze mirror.
"It's a Kunlun ancient mirror. Although it is missing a small piece, it doesn't affect it." The man with a golden eye smiled, his eyes narrowed into a slit. "All you need to do is go back to the past and participate in the time before Rongbai."
"But I don't know how to do it at all?" Song trembled, "Can you speak more carefully?"
"There's no time." The man with a golden eye shook his head. "You can rest assured that everything works from your heart, I believe in you."
The moment the voice fell, the sun pulled the first light from the horizon, and the whole half of the sky was bright.
Song Ci still wanted to speak, but saw the man Jin Jin and Ze Jiu guilty of a blade at the same time, cut through his palms, and then a strong wind blew around them, bringing the blood of the two into the air and blending together.
He noticed something strange, and when he looked down on the ground, he saw Red Light walking out of a strange totem, spreading from the feet of the three, and encircling a huge linden tree.
The gale screamed, slamming the leaves of Bodhi, and almost sang Song Ci. He clenched a nail-sized Kunlun mirror in his palm, clenched his teeth, and was still confused in his mind. No time to think.
Then Jin Guang masterpiece, the totem under his feet emits a dull light, interlaced with the golden light, the moment the sun's light fully exposed his head, the wind time stopped.
Originally standing in the place of three people, only Jin Munan himself was left.
He lowered his head and wiped the scar in his palm with his fingers. His face was pale as snow, without any blood, and he smiled lowly and murmured, "But don't let me down."
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