Chapter 41: Yuzi (ten)

The atmosphere of the cemetery was gloomy, and the spirit was mixed with ghost spirit. It was uncomfortable for Qingyuan. On the contrary, the west wind adapted to him faster than him.
Yuzi noticed the breath of the night and made the fish swim faster.
For the first time since leaving, he sensed her location so close, and he was still alive, even his eyes.
As long as he took back his eyes and restored the magic power, those weasel could not pose a slight threat to him, and he would be able to take away the night and night smoothly.
The cemetery was empty, and there was no weasel, but the demon spirit left here had already exposed their location.
The west wind thrust the sword end into the ground, thinking of the Soul Curse spell, but for a moment, the earth trembles violently, and twenty or thirty graveyards also shake. Demon gas continues to emerge from the ground, pungent and pungent.
"Drink—" A low roar filled with threats came from the ground, realizing that the coming person was not weak and did not come out immediately.
The west wind threw a drop of blood to the ground again, and the earth instantly shook even more. A burst of black gas burst from underneath and struck the west wind.
The west wind snorted coldly, the sword gas turned around, and the black gas was collected under the sword, condensed on the blade edge, and the spiritual force was pressed, and the black gas was all blasted back to the ground. The weasel hiding in the ground was blown up by the black gas almost jumped up in an instant, and the fangs flew towards the west wind.
"Scary." Xifeng looked at the yellow hair that had struck, and quickly put away the sword and hid behind Qingyuan, "Master Qinglong, get on."
The weasel was almost in front of him, and Qingyuan didn't move half an inch. The wind swelled at a short distance. The weasel was once again involved in the wind array, circling quickly.
Upon seeing this, the chief shouted and the other tribes retreated, standing far away, snapping: "Why do you want to help this fish demon, what good are you receiving him, I will repay it tenfold."
"Do you have to repay the blood debt ten times?" Xifeng said. "We are here to pick up the night and night. You'd better return your eyes to Yuzi."
Yu Gongzi's grievances are present, he doesn't want to wait any more, he doesn't want to wait any more. Later in the evening, he could even hear her breathing.
The carp turned uncomfortably because of the owner's uneasiness, and the ground dust bounced up.
The chief sneered: "In order to regain your eyes, Yuzi, you are also trying your best."
Yugong said in a cold voice: "In order to take away my eyes, you are also trying your best."
"It's dead late." The leader's laughter was rampant, and the look was even more abominable. "She has died long ago, and your eyes have been swallowed by me and turned into my blood."
"Late night did not die." Yuko listened to his ears, he really heard the voice of night.
He didn't let them hand over the night and evening again. He didn't like asking for help, and he knew it was useless to ask them. He stepped forward slowly, walking slowly towards the depths of the cemetery following the faint breath of the evening.
"Evening—" he whispered softly, remembering that when he watched the moon in his arms at night, he always likes to call her that way.
With the patience and tenderness of I, I called the name softly.
The Weasel looked at him closer and closer to the cemetery where the night was, his expression slightly condensed, his claws were out, and his eyes were murderous.
"Late night."
Yuzi stopped suddenly in front of a graveyard, and was about to touch the pile of yellow earth. The leader screamed at him with his claws.
With the preparation of the west wind hum, a golden net rushed straight at the weasel, and bound it instantly. The rest of the weasel saw that, some flew at her, some fled to run away, but when they fled, they saw a flash of blue light, and there was more Tsing Yi men in front of him. Among the wind.
In a blink of an eye, the weasel has been captured, and the enchantment of the entire cemetery has disappeared.
Qingyuan was finally more comfortable: "Don't see the weasel in the future."
The west wind smelling the weasel all in the bag, squinted and looked at him again: "Master Qinglong, you really don't think about taking the apprentice, I'm very smart."
"No, I said, we have to sleep together."
"... Say, don't shout." She glared at him and saw that the fish boy had stopped in front of a grave, and hurried over, "Will you help?"
Yuko shook his head slightly, and when he was about to dig up the grave, he said silently, "Thank you."
Hearing thank you from the mouth of this Gao Lengzi, Xifeng was both surprised and not surprised: "Is there in the evening?"
"Well." He pushed gently with his palm, and the dirt was removed little by little.
After a while, the mounds were flat, but they did not see each other.
Unbelievably, he reached out and grabbed on the flat ground, trying to reach the man who was thinking about it, but he didn't.
"Impossible, here will be later."
Westwind looked at the empty graveyard and said, "No."
"She's here." Young Master Yu seemed to think of something. He felt a strand of green silk from his arms and scattered it on the graveyard. Qingsi left his hand, then caught fire, turned into a plume of green smoke, haunting the grave.
The green smoke faded, and Westwind saw a girl sitting in the empty tomb. Only then did she understand that it must be that the weasel applied a very powerful method of blocking eyes, so even if she was in front of her, she could not see it.
That strand of hair must be the girl's late night. I didn't expect such a big monster to still have such a tiny strand of blue silk.
"Late tonight?" Yuko probed his hand again. This time, it didn't fail again.
The weak night opened his eyes slightly to see him, tears had burst out, and once could sing the voice around Liang Sanri'er, hoarse and tired, she smiled: "You are here."
Yu Yu was stunned and his pale face was bloodless. He took her hand and pulled her into his arms: "Well, I'm here."
Leaning on his chest in the evening, the two pearls in his hand turned slightly, that was his eyes.
People who were originally weak seem to be more vulnerable at this time. The west wind suddenly felt something was wrong and the weasel demon had been removed. It stands to reason that it should not be so weak late at night.
She paused and squatted to hold her wrist, and this grip shocked her: "Death Soul Curse."
Yuzi was stunned.
Raising his hands to touch his face, gently rubbing: "Your eyes, I'm well protected, no one can take them. Now, I can give it back to you, sorry ... There is no way ... "
She thought that at least after betraying him, she could save her father and mother's lives, but the weasel killed them and killed her.
If it weren't for returning her eyes to him, she had already died.
She is sorry for him. She likes him and likes that there is no way to face him again.
So she used Death Soul Curse on these eyes.
It's a kind of intriguing spell. If you don't voluntarily hand over things and forcefully take away your eyes, you will die.
She guessed right. No one in the weasel was willing to sacrifice himself to take away his eyes.
In exchange for the taboo technique, when the original owner appears, the spell is automatically cracked and things will return to the original owner.
So the moment he found her was the moment she died.
She was reluctant and unwilling. She wanted to look at him more and tell him that she was the one who supported her to survive when she was suffering.
I want to sing to him again and see the lantern with him. Wear another wedding dress for him and swim with him in carp.
"Sorry……"
The pearl turned his eyes and slowly returned to the original owner. Yuko's eyes are back. Seeing the person he wants to see the most, and seeing the things he doesn't want to see.
On the girl's pale cheeks, she felt guilty, she let go, and she refused. The body that was close to nothingness was disappearing slowly in his arms.
"You think I don't know that you have colluded with them, take my eyes?"
Yugko looked at her, and the pearl burst into tears: "I know, I know everything. When they appeared in the room on the night of the wedding, I knew it."
Suddenly, he burst into tears at night, "Why then ... come to me?"
"Because you didn't have to come out, but you came out, so I don't hate you."
Love and hate are simple and not complicated.
When he knew that she and the weasel set a trap together, he hated her; but when she slammed and shouted, he loved her again.
Probably because it is love.
My heart weighed heavily, and I spent the night in guilt every day, suddenly relieved. She watched the death of her father and mother that day, and was desperate to live. She seized two pearls and cast a spell of death on herself.
She thought that the day she returned her eyes to Yugong was the day she went to Huangquan to find her father and mother.
The evil spirits tortured her day by day, separated her soul, stripped her bones, and devoured her flesh and blood, even if she did not cast a spell of death soul on herself, she could not survive.
She had also thought that he hated her, afraid that he would punish her with a heavier hand than the evil sneakers.
But she didn't regret it, not afraid.
She was willing to repay her a hundred times for her mistakes against him.
Now when she heard him say that she did not hate her, she felt that the past sufferings were nothing.
It's just ... she really wanted to ... sing a little song for him again.
Only listen to him.
Sycamore tree, phoenix habitat. Do not drink vulgar dust, no human clothes.
Going in the spring, going in the phoenix, and guarding the plane tree alone, Guying and other phoenixes.
Phoenix does not return, Phoenix does not return ...
"Late night—"
Quietly, the girl in his arms had turned into nothingness, and a red elixir quietly landed.
The long-nosed west wind leaned over and picked it up. This magic pill could hide the evil spirits. It must be that the weasel was swallowed in the evening and then approached the fish.
Her eyes were cold, and her palms pressed hard to crush the red pill.
The red powder flew away, stunned before Yuko's eyes.
Like, blood rain started again.
In his hand, there was only a small white flower, which was shaking gently in the wind.
That is the body of the night, a little flower, white and flawless.
The sea under the morning light is always blue, and the water is picked up and turned back to white again.
"After returning to the sea, will you never come to the world again?"
Yuko "huh", even if he answered.
Xifeng slightly regretted: "I'll find you to play after that, can I only go to the sea, I am not very good in water, and I am afraid of drowning."
Yuko looked at her: "Then don't come."
"Oh, it's so cold." Xifeng wanted to comfort him, but no matter what comfort words, it would be sad to hear at this moment.
"Don't comfort me." Yuzi can see that she is trying to talk to him, but he doesn't need it, he said with a head, "Thanks."
"I……"
Before Qingyuan said the second word, she was shut up by the west wind. She was afraid that Qingyuan's venomous tongue would say anything that would poke people's hearts.
Qingyuan took her hand and said, "Why don't you let me speak?"
"Go back and talk."
Qingyuan was puzzled, but nodded: "Oh."
Carp swimming lightly, has swam towards the deep sea, carrying the fish boy back into the sea.
Westwind discovered that Uncle Yu didn't belong to the sea. His home was in a lake. But he did not know why he would follow this grumpy son.
It seems like late to night, rather die, but also keep his eyes for the fish master.
Westwind has always thought the sea is magical, mysterious and strange, and always feels that she will be swallowed by the sea when she approaches, so she doesn't like the sea.
But I will probably like it in the future. After all, she knows that there is a fish boy with a bad temper but a very kind heart in the sea.
Xifeng sighed and waved at the dying son. Until they disappeared, she said, "Let's go."
As we drifted away from the sea, we gradually drifted away from the unique smell of the deep sea.
The west wind became more and more lost, and sighed again: "Late night is a brave girl, and Yuko is also a good monster." It had nothing to do with her, and now it is heavy on her heart, and it is so uncomfortable. Get up and ask, "What did you want to say?"
Qingyuan said: "I want to say that the evening becomes a flower, the spirit is still there, but it is difficult to be an adult. However, you forgot that we know a bowl that can grow flowers. Give the evening to the bowl Raising, but for a hundred years, you will be able to see it again and again. "
Westwind said: "Why didn't you say it early !!! Stupid !!!"
Qingyuan: "..." Bad girl, really a bad girl, unreasonable.
Westwind rejoiced to turn around and ran towards the vast sea, shouting anxiously: "Fishman--"
The morning sun was shining brightly, the sea was calm, and the distant son seemed not to be back. The west wind was anxious in his heart, and suddenly, the sea waves moved slightly, and a handsome young man, riding a carp, appeared again.
The west wind beckoned hard at the coast, her eyes bright, and she knew that one day, Yuzi's bride would come back again.
The fifth demon in the mirror