Chapter 62:

When King Weiyu saw that the person was not good, he chopped it up. He wanted to show his ability, so he stopped pretending to be a ghost. For a time, it was impossible to count how many child corpses turned into swords in the sea at the same time.
More than a hundred child corpses talked out of sync and chewed out the effect: "Sheng Xiao, I haven't seen it for years, why are you more and more out of blood, where did you pick up a little demon, the milky smell is still dry, dare to talk to me ... what!"
Xuan Yuan's machete in his hand was like a full moon. He slashed it out, and his tongue of fire rolled up a full meter, as if the blade had stretched out of thin air. And before the blade arrived, a flame like a banner had been connected with the sword and short soldiers who had become corpses.
At the moment of not touching, the flame pattern is like living, climbing up the sword body, more than a hundred pieces of Wei Yuwang can be regarded as "taking advantage", and immediately felt more than a hundred burning pains, There are no dead ends at 360 degrees.
All the child corpses screamed together. The swords, like steel flowers, splashed around, reflecting the sparkling sea surface, which was spectacular.
"Impossible, who are you! What fire is this!"
"The house fire in the town of evil spirits is necessary for home travel, and the sun is strong." Xuan Yuan's wrist "Kara" sounded, as if he had been huddled for thousands of years, never happily stretched his bones, he chuckled. A cry, "It's just right to help you grow up like this" dead child ", should you try it?"
Those who have wings may have a special function-no matter what is in their mouths, they do not delay speaking, no wonder they are better than others.
Sheng Lingyuan was a stunner, and he remembered that Xuanyuan was less likely to speak Yayin.
He was originally the core of the siege of the child's body. He was suddenly robbed by the little demon. He had nothing to do for a while, maybe it was stained with water and blown by the sea wind. This would be idle. Seems to be a precursor to a headache attack.
Migraine was afraid of light, and Xuan Yuan's wings, which were still hot compared to the hot wheels, shook him uncomfortably, so he lowered his head and opened his eyes.
At this time, Xuan Yuan also saw the man wrapped in gloomy sacrifices on the sea. He turned his machete and pointed at the man—one hundred and eight child corpses here. He felt that he would not be able to cut them for a while, so he decided First cut the one that is different from other corpses, and try the effect.
But this knife has not yet fallen, so he heard Wang Ze's throat shouting, "Zhichun ?!"
Xuan Yuan was startled, raised his wrist half an inch, and cut out the scimitar and turned abruptly, rubbing Zhichun, sinking into the bottomless sea: "What?"
The metal fragments on Yan Qiushan's neck were hot, and Gu Yuexi nervously avoided the bleeding point on his body. Holding and holding him halfway, he felt that the Yan team was shaking like a dead leaf that would fall: "Yan team, calm down ! "
There are child corpses in the sea water, only the adult man is surrounded by the gloomy sacrificial ritual in the center. Xuan Yuan frowned and looked at him. Seeing that the man was not very eye-catching, his facial features were stretched and light, and there was no sense of tenderness. But his temperament was very unique. At this moment, he was soaking in the sea below his waist, his hair was like the shape that had not been trimmed long before the sword body was destroyed. Terrible gloomy sacrifices, but even so he looked clean.
The calm and uncontested look reminded me of the vinegar on the balcony in the afternoon, which was not like a knife.
Zhichun in the sea looked at Yan Qiushan quietly, her eyes gloomy, her words stopped.
For a few years, they rushed west and west, one was imprisoned on the 60th floor of the foreign control bureau, just like two small islands scattered in the sea of ​​time and had to drift away.
Time generally does not erase those unforgettable things. This is true, but it will turn the wound into a scar, turn the embraced flesh and blood into a stele, a portrait, and dry the immortal thoughts. Specimen, reduce everything in memory.
The dried flowers will turn into dried flowers, but if you pour a glass of water back, you can only make the dried wolf wolf linger, and it will never be bright again.
At this time, I was amazed by the night. Yan Qiushan and Zhichun were separated by more than ten meters. I didn't know where to start.
"Director Xuan, didn't you say that the fragments of Zhichundao were stolen?" Wang Zeyu said incoherently, "or ... how could these sacrifices ... what happened?"
"Sacrifice," Zhichun seemed to haven't spoken for a long time, and his words were not fluent, jumping out word by word, "I wrote it."
Yan Qiushan's expression seemed to be stabbed.
"You wrote ..." Wang Ze paused for a moment, then he forcibly calmed down and forced "sudden realization", "I see, you dogs have stolen Zhichun's fragments and made a fake as he did, right?"
He said, deliberately smirking loudly, and split his throat with a smile: "How is this obvious, isn't it, Yan team! He can't possibly be Zhichun. I said, it's all 8102, you devil world Can you keep up with the times? Why is it the oldest trick of the last century ... Hurry up, everyone will fight with all their guns! Yan team, you say something! "
Yan Qiushan couldn't speak, he couldn't even move his eyes.
An icy hand patted Wang Ze's head, and Wang Ze was excited.
"Sword ..." Sheng Lingyuan said a word, and then he seemed to realize that he had misunderstood it. After a meal, he changed it again. "There is a connection between Dao Ling and people. You Yan team can tell the truth."
"What if he admits it wrong? He struggled to breathe, and didn't even know his mother when he was hypoxic, then the goods are now a 'restricted person', know the fart!" Wang Zeqi said quickly, "Zhichun is In order to save the poisoned man from the sea, although he used a knife, although ... there was no way ... in the end ... but he is also a hero, and his picture is still hanging on the martyr wall of the Ministry of Field Security! "
For the first time, Sheng Lingyuan saw a carp with such a loud voice, his temples jumped even harder, and he took a few steps aside.
He feels that if he speaks too loudly, he can't easily think.
Heaven and earth can't last long, let alone human beings. The past is good, but can't it be broken now?
Fruits go bad in those three or two days. Which devil is not a hero?
"Zhichun's blade was destroyed, and we saw it with my own eyes! Even if someone could steal him, they would not be able to make a 'living man' with a full tail! ' I have checked all the information that can be checked, so I found it! Yan team, for so many years, do you think you are thinking about repairing Zhichun? The sixty-floor underground w-zone protection shield has not been opened for three years. It's inconvenient for you to come back to see him secretly. The administrator collects three cigarettes per month! "
Several aftercare personnel on the speedboat: "..."
Well, the "accomplice" who knew why Chunchun had stolen turned himself in.
"What are you looking at?" Xuan Yuan gave him a few pups at the corner of his eye, "I didn't hear you!"
Luo Cuicui was as good as a stream, and then fell back on the deck, "fainted", Yang Chao cried so loudly, Ping Qianru lowered her fingers and pretended to be autistic for many years.
Sheng Lingyuan laughed: "This is, oh ... it's a world of thousands and thousands, and I'm also curious about how the broken knife is" resurrected. "
Xuan Yuan held his machete's hand tightly. He landed on the stern of the speedboat and finally glanced towards Sheng Lingyuan.
The man was only half a speedboat away from him, dressed in nondescript sportswear, smiling like a smile, like a dream without knowing the truth.
I saw Sheng Lingyuan beckoning towards the water, and a piece of ice floe flew into the air, with a sword frozen in the middle—there were only a few corpses that rushed too fast, and they were
swallowed
by the fire of Xuan Yuan. Out of Wang Weiyu's control, it became an ordinary sword, one of which was falling to the side of the ship. Immediately a few rows of sneaky sacrificial offerings crawled out of the water, trying to climb back to the sword.
Immediately after climbing halfway, he was frozen by Sheng Lingyuan, who was watching from the sidelines.
"I have been thinking that Wang Weiyu died without a whole body, so after being summoned by the gloomy sacrifice, he could only rely on other activities, but ... why are these sword-made children in Weiyun Tomb? Where's the corpse? "Sheng Lingyuan stroked the sword body across the ice," Interesting, the sword spirit inside didn't wake up at all. "
Xuan Ye was uncomfortable for a while, and a machete hooked the ice-covered sword away from his hand.
Sheng Lingyuan only saw that he didn't care, and then said, "The living person casts the sword, it is a profound knowledge. The person cast into the sword can't die too early or too late. No, you can't make a complete sword spirit, otherwise the spirited weapon will not be so expensive. These children were killed by King Weiyu, Weiyun was late, and he hurriedly cast a sword, and just After experiencing great sorrow and anger, even if it was 'Tian Ear', I don't think he could produce more than 100 sword spirits at once. "
"Wait, I'm a little confused," Gu Yuexi asked gently, "but these little corpses can switch freely between the human body and the sword. Doesn't this mean that it has been made?"
"Refined, but I'm afraid it's not 108 sword spirits," Xuan Yuan looked at the frozen sword, and looked at Zhichun who can't see far away. "He refined more than 100 children at that time. , Got a multi-handle sword, but actually got only a 'spirit', right? Zhichun, is that you? "
Sheng Lingyuan smiled: "Yeah, no wonder the sword is broken."
Weiyun refused to trust him, and did not give him the real spirited knife before he died.
Yan Qiushan held his arm soft, and Gu Yuexi didn't grab it. He slammed heavily on the deck. He actually squeezed out a few words from the scarred lungs: "Why ... why ..."
Why don't you come to me?
Why haven't you even given me a dream for so many years?
"The sea poison on the island has eroded my blade, and the blade is broken. I ... have nowhere to go, but I have been following you." Zhichun said softly, "But you can't see me, and I don't know who I am ... ... can't remember anything, just a hazy consciousness. "
Hearing only the sound of "噗通", Xuan Yuan didn't hold it, and lost his hand and dropped the frozen sword into the sea.
"Until recently, less than a month ... I slowly woke up a bit and felt a little bit."
"Less than a month," Xuanyuan interrupted him, "what day?"
Zhichun shook her head: "I don't know. I live a very confused life. I just can't see the moon that day."
Can't see the moon-if it's cloudy, or the new moon.
"That wasn't exactly the day when Bi Chunsheng was gloomy and sacrifice?" Ping Qianru whispered, "Director, the first day you went to work that day, it is less than a month until now. Your first month salary has not been paid yet! "
Xuan Yuan: "... thank you."
Wang Ze asked anxiously, "What did you feel?"
"My sword body," Zhichun said, "from a long distance, sometimes there is no time ... I have been chasing that feeling, and chased here. But I can't get in, those swords are sealed in the wall by strong skills. . "
Sheng Lingyuan, who sealed the tomb, coughed, and capped a half of the bamboo flute.
"I have no other thoughts in my heart, my memory is very messy, I just feel that someone is looking for me, and I want to go back to him ... I slammed back and forth between those graves and shouted at them ... but no one could hear them. The cold grave also refused to let it go. Those sacrifices suddenly appeared in my heart ... "Zhichun closed her eyes gently," I ... "