Chapter Fifteen: Silent Words and Beauty Changes Shockingly
"I thought you would stop me."
"When have I ever refused to do what you want to do?"
"It was the day before yesterday..." In the moist dense forest, the beautiful man walking behind wanted to stop talking, with beads of sweat on his forehead and a slight wheezing, and occasionally a few light coughs.
Hearing the cough, the young man in black who was walking forward frowned and turned back: "What?"
"It's nothing, I don't want to argue with you." He shook his head lightly, and Wanqi Haoyue couldn't help but feel funny about his own performance. He was not a fussy person, but he always acted like an ordinary person when talking to him.
You are just an ordinary person. If you say it, you will definitely retort like this.
The autumn fragrance-colored sweat towel he carried with him was soaked with sweat. His health was not good. This walk in the muddy and difficult mountains consumed too much energy, and he was slightly exhausted. He was trying to wipe away the sweat.
, a piece of plain handkerchief that was dry and clean was placed on the forehead, and the warmth of the palm could be faintly revealed through the single layer of silk.
Avoiding the cover of the ink-black sleeves, the young face that has always been numb has a peaceful and helpless look: "Wipe it yourself."
"I don't know how far it is, whether I can make it in time." He took the Supa and wiped it lightly, then put it casually in Feng Yi's sleeves. Wanqi Haoyue's eyes filled with worry in the heart of the boy opposite.
After being forced by the Poison King to leave the valley, Wanqi Haoyue, who had been silent all this time, suddenly decided to return, and without asking a word, Gong pulled him back and started walking back again. After being together for so long, Gong knew his temper very well.
He doesn't think about the worldly principles, but he has difficulties with his mentor, no matter how indifferent he is, he can't bear it. What's more, he is a gentle person who misses old friendships.
"If it is Wei Moyan who comes in person, even if I try my best, the odds are against me."
"It would be better if he came in person. At least it means that he is not seeking revenge for the past. Such a proud man rarely takes action to deal with the enemy in person." Wan Qi Haoyue looked forward. The dense forest obscured his vision, and he could not see the medicine at the end of the mountain road.
The situation of the garden.
Wei Moyan is a person who cherishes his life, not that he is afraid of death, but that he will not put himself in unnecessary danger. It is not difficult to clear the Poison King Valley. How can a group of people in the valley who are not good at martial arts be like this?
Opponents of the powerful men in Poyue Pavilion? As long as he wanted to, there was no need to show up in person.
And if he didn't show up, maybe there would be a glimmer of hope for the Poison King Valley.
Ging, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and subconsciously blocked Wanqi Haoyue behind him: "Something's wrong. It's the smell of smoke."
There are many medicinal herbs growing in the Poison King Valley, and many rare trees are very easy to ignite. Therefore, the people in the valley are very careful in their daily lives and cooking. This place is very far from the bamboo house where they live, so there shouldn't be any smell of smoke released by burning.
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There was a hint of urgency on his delicate and elegant face. He suddenly thought of the stone formation at the mouth of the valley that protected the safety of the Poison King Valley. It was impossible to break through forcefully, so the only way to force the people in the valley to appear was...
set fire.
"Oops, Gong, hurry back!" Wanqi Haoyue's expression changed, and he ran past the young man in black in front of him, at a speed he had never seen before in his life.
There was a trace of sadness on the face of the slightly sluggish young man. He was like a moth rushing to a flame. If Wei Moyan was really here, he would not be able to protect him in the face of an unfathomable opponent.
However, he cannot go against his wishes, he is willful and never considers the feelings of others.
A faint wry smile appeared on the numb and somewhat coldly charming young face, thinking that a person in his thirties had to be led by the nose by a young man. The most helpless thing was that he had no way to refuse. This half of his life was really in vain.
That's all, if you can't let go of him, the worst you can do is die. Being able to die with him is not necessarily a bad thing.
Silently chasing the thin figure running away like the wind, a few thorns ripped off the clothing scraped on it, hanging on the top of the sharp spikes and swaying alone amidst the sound of the wind.
At that time, the fire had not yet started. The stone array at the entrance of the Poison King Valley was set up by Yue Lao himself. It was as difficult as climbing into the sky to get in. Facing those dazzling boulders, the piled-up grass and trees only burned thickly for a long time.
Smoke and no progress.
Wei Moyan did not attack the Poison King immediately. He wanted to watch with those blind eyes to see how those people died because of it and how the Poison King Valley became an extinct legend. This was his revenge. If he did not kill, it would be worse than death.
More suffering.
Naturally, it was Jiuhe who did the work of adding grass and setting fire. Watching the killing step by step from close up made him excited. The luster in his eyes gradually became crazy, and all the dead wood and hay he picked up were thrown into the fire.
Suddenly there was a whistle of the wind, and the shining silver needle slanted across his neck. The sudden change made Jiuhe step back subconsciously, with a look of surprise in his eyes. He did not see who made the move.
It is a hidden weapon, but its speed and precision of power are beyond the reach of ordinary people. The people he met when he came to Poison King Valley a year ago immediately entered his mind.
It was him, the cold and numb young man in black who moved as fast as a ghost and was extremely explosive.
Taking a breath of cold air, Jiuhe quickly retreated to the vicinity of the carriage and whispered to others to guard the carriage. The opponent's strength was more than a little higher than his. If he was not careful, he could easily take advantage of him. People in the Poison King Valley are indispensable for the extremely poisonous wizard.
Poison, even a small flesh wound can be fatal.
Through the car window, the solemn black figure had seen everything that happened, with a sneer on his thin lips.
If you are not afraid that he will come, you are afraid that he will not come. Master Yetan Wanqi Haoyue is an excellent chess piece to threaten the Poison King in reverse. With him in hand, how can the Poison King refuse to save Xia Qingluan? The real purpose of setting fire in front of the valley.
It was here, and everything happened one after another as he expected.
The corners of his brown-white clothes were lifted up by the wind, his clear eyebrows were like picturesque moonlight, elegant and immortal, his elegant and gentle appearance remained unchanged forever, and his jade sculpture emerged from the red flames like a bath of fire.
"Wei Moyan, Poison King Valley has never had any grudges with you. If you hold grudge against me forcibly marrying Luan'er, then it should be against me instead of Poison King Valley." Jin Yuzhu's voice was calm and indifferent, but leaning against the black
The standing body of the young man in clothes was almost in a state of weakness.
His body was really on the verge of reaching its limit.
She stood behind him without saying a word, and her palms against her vest clearly felt the trembling that she was trying to suppress. It was not fear but a trembling from weakness and pain. In case Haoyue's physical weakness is a hidden disease, if it is not too severe
Movement would not cause him to be so weak. The rapid movement just now was too far-fetched for him, so that when he was in front of the enemy, he had to rely on his mouth to pretend that nothing happened.
The chess pieces have all been laid out, the chess game is this huge Poison King Valley, and the bet is the life and death of the most important person to each other.
The only woman he loved deeply and the Poison King's only apprentice.
The slender figure that once wielded a sword to kill in the sea of blood reappeared like a god of war. Sleeping in his arms was the familiar beauty that made Wan Qi Haoyue's face turn as white as paper.
"Luan'er!" I almost couldn't stand still, but the call was clearly audible, penetrating through the fog of time, tearing apart the twists and turns of reincarnation until the distant past.
The moment Sheng Xue's white clothes came into view, he had already guessed that he had lost this battle again.