Yunxiao Palace, an extremely mysterious force, suddenly appeared in Fusang a year ago.

A year ago, the Tianshi Zhang Daoling went down the mountain, and there was no news since then. Mu Huaiyuan had been investigating this matter, but Zhang Daoling seemed to have evaporated from the human world. He only got one clue, that is, the last place where Zhang Daoling appeared was the capital of the former Wei Kingdom, Daliang City.

Unknown places, among dense jungles.

Zhang Daoling sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and two swords were placed horizontally on his legs, namely, three or five male and female swords.

He sat on the ground motionless, obviously falling into a false death.

Outside the woods, a loli who looked thirteen and fourteen was accompanied by a 17 or 18-year-old boy, complaining with complaints. "Zhao Ye, what did the palace master think? This old Taoist priest can't beat him and can't let him go. Sooner or later, the person who broke the formation and trapped him here is really troublesome." Zhao Ye's expressionless face was like a mechanical puppet: "It's the best choice to trap him in. As for what the palace master thinks, you need to ask the palace master himself."

Wangyou sighed, looking at Wangyou with complex eyes, feeling distressed, attached and admiration, it can be seen that this unintentional witch was just giving her heart to others. Although the girl could not see anything, her world was only dark. Zhao Ye and Wangyou were supposed to be a pair of childhood sweethearts that everyone envied, but at the age of thirteen, there was a big change, Zhao Ye became a useless person and could only speak, and could not do anything else, and could not even move his fingers.

This year, Wangyou met the Lord of Yunxiao Palace. The Lord of Yunxiao Palace told her that there was a way to restore Zhao Ye, but from then on Zhao Ye's intention would be completely suppressed, leaving only the initial instinct and obsession, the price was that Wangyou would always be thirteen years old, unable to grow until death, and forever lose sight, smell and hearing. Wangyou ignored Zhao Ye's objection and agreed, and then Zhao Ye became a puppet who always guarded him with only instinct and obsession, while Wangyou had only hearing and touch.

This is very terrible. You can't smell the fragrance of flowers, you can't feel the delicious food, and there is only darkness every day. It's hard to imagine how much suffering you need to go through after eight years alone and without the same as ordinary people. These two are pitiful people, and their world has no one else but each other.

"Wangyou, be careful." The puppet thread on Zhao Ye's body moved. Wangyou immediately turned around and "looked" at the place where Zhao Ye was looking with bright and divine eyes.

I don’t know when the wind started to blow, and there was a dull rumbling sound in my ears, as if it was going to thunder and rain. Wangyou knew that this was not raining, but caused by human efforts.

Zhang Daoling walked out step by step from the deep forest with two swords on his back. His eyes were very sharp, and lightning was faintly intertwined and collided: "Are you kids? I asked you princess to come out, but the old Taoist doesn't want to bully the small ones." "Zhao Ye, I'm on!" His fingers trembled slightly, and the thin silk thread that was almost invisible suddenly stretched straight, and Zhao Ye also held the sword and slashed at Zhang Daoling fiercely.

"Hmph!" A cold snorted like thunder exploded, and the blue Qi turned into an arc and surrounded him. Zhao Ye's knife could not move forward. "Human puppet? What a cruel little girl, what a cruel evil magic. The old Taoist gives you another chance. Girl, stop and take me to meet your palace master, otherwise the old Taoist wouldn't mind giving you a lesson." Wangyou did not answer, but controlled Zhao Ye to continue to launch an attack.

With a thunderous sound, the lightning turned into a hideous dragon and slashed hard on Zhao Ye's body. The puppet silk thread broke in response to the sound. Wangyou was also squirted by the secret technique and spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. Zhao Ye was lying on the ground in a dark patch of darkness, with smoke rising from his body. Zhang Daoling frowned: "A puppet, since it is worthy of your use of such a secret technique, the old Taoist can't see through you anymore, girl."

"Zhaoye, Zhaoye, where are you? Zhaoye, don't leave me alone!" Wangyou cried loudly and kept groping on the ground, his tone full of fear and despair, like a real thirteen-year-old girl. Zhang Daoling saw that he didn't understand what he was now. He used the secret technique to refine human puppets, and the current girl was sacrificed. Zhang Daoling was silent, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and the thunder and lightning wrapped around him disappeared.

Wangyou was crying and groping on the ground, and finally touched Zhao Ye's body that had been roasted into charcoal. Wangyou trembled and stroked Zhao Ye's completely carbonized face, and then lay on his chest and cried loudly.

"Wangyou, stop crying. After I die, I must take good care of myself. Cough cough, I am very happy. You can eat delicious food again, smell the fragrance of flowers, and see the light..." Zhao Ye comforted weakly, and in his voice, he could hear a trace of relief. Wangyou cried even harder: "I don't want it, I don't want anything, Zhao Ye, please don't leave me. I, I have a way-"

"Master God, please kill me." Zhao Ye interrupted directly. Master God looked at Wangyou who was about to launch the secret technique regardless of everything and sighed directly. With a thunder sound, Zhao Ye turned into Feixia and dispersed. "Take care, take care of yourself, and live well..." Huifei was swept away by the wind, leaving only Dai Daiyao standing there in a stalemate.

"Haha, Master Tian, ​​it's so cruel." A plain and emotional voice came from behind. The person who spoke was a young man who looked about twenty years old. The young man looked as handsome as a banished immortal, wearing a plain white gown, floating big sleeves, holding a short jade stick in his hand, and three red ribbon-like decorations tied to the head of the stick.

Zhang Daoling looked at the person behind him and said, "I don't know why you asked this girl to refine that child into a human puppet. If you want him to survive or act, there should be a more perfect way according to your ability, Li Daosheng, the Lord of Yunxiao Palace."

Li Daosheng smiled slightly and said, "Why, of course it's for fun. Don't you think that a girl who has lost her third awakening and a puppet with only instinct depend on each other is very touching? Master Tian, ​​don't you feel happy when they see their happiness?" Zhang Daoling's eyes gradually became colder: "The old Taoist thought you were a hermit master, but he didn't expect that the essence was so dirty. It seems that the old Taoist will practice the way for the heavens today, otherwise I don't know how many pitiful people will be harmed by you in the future."
Chapter completed!