This Venerable One Really Didn’t Abandon My Familiar

    After saying this, Feng Ci didn't wait for Pei Qianyue to respond, and put both hands on Pei Qianyue's belt eagerly. But I don't know why, I couldn't pull it off after several times.

    A cool hand came over and held the back of his hand.

    "Don't be afraid..." Pei Qianyue held his hand with one hand, opened his arms, embraced Feng Ci in his arms, and gently stroked his palm on his vest, "What did you dream about, It doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, don't be afraid."

    Scared?

    Wind Ci was funny.

     Over the years, how many times has he encountered difficulties, how many times has he been in trouble, when has he ever been afraid?

    But when Pei Qianyue hugged him like this, the tense and trembling body and the restless heartbeat in his chest gradually calmed down.

    It turns out that someone can depend on it, that's the feeling.

    Unfortunately…

    If it were earlier...

     Feng Ci didn't think about it anymore, he closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down.

    Pei Qianyue said that his **** is becoming more and more peaceful now, which is true. It took him a long time to learn how to stabilize his emotions, otherwise he might have been driven mad long ago.

    Feng Ci buried his head on the side of Pei Qianyue's neck, and his voice became steady as usual: "Let's stop looking for ways to break the mirror."

    Pei Qianyue stroked his back lightly.

      Be careful to release the body puppets too, wouldn't it be even more troublesome?"

    Pei Qianyue still didn't answer.

    Fengci frowned slightly and raised her head: "Speak, why are you ignoring me?"

    Pei Qianyue just sighed softly: "Is this really what you want?"

    Feng Ci's expression froze.

    He lay on Pei Qianyue's chest, feeling the vibration of Fang's chest, and a low voice sounded in his ear: "We have searched almost every place in this fantasy for the past few days, and now it seems, Even if this Illusory Spirit Cauldron really has a solution, the hope is very slim."

    "But if you give up because of this, is the master really willing?"

    Feng Ci's eyes dropped.

    How could he be willing.

     Trapped here, never see the dawn, lost forever, how could he be reconciled.

    But once he leaves the Magic Spirit Ding, what a ridiculous choice he will face.

    Why.

    Feng Ci's mind seemed to have countless voices tearing at him, making his mind humming and almost having a splitting headache.

    "...Master." Pei Qianyue whispered to him in his ear.

    Feng Ci suddenly opened her eyes, only to notice that she was holding Pei Qianyue's wrist tightly.

    The white and smooth texture was deeply immersed by the five fingers, and blood oozes from the wound.

    Feng Ci quickly got up and let go: "Sorry, I..."

    There were a few blood holes on the slender wrist, but Pei Qianyue didn't care, but held Fengci's hand again.

    "What's the matter?" Pei Qianyue, "Did Tiandao tell you something, he gave you a new task? He forced you, didn't he?"

     Fengci did not answer.

    He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, palms covering square wrists.

    The palm of the hand glowed with a faint spiritual light, healing the wound little by little.

    "You always said before that you couldn't see what I was thinking, so I'm not." Pei Qianyue let Fengci help him with treatment, his voice was low, "What do you want, why do you do these things , I've never seen it through."

    "What do I want..." The wind reiterated in a low voice.

    Of course he knew what he wanted.

    In the past three thousand years, he has been thinking about it all the time, and has not been tortured by this request.

    Wind Ci smiled lightly.

    The injury was healed by him in an instant, he let go of Pei Qianyue's hand and stood up.

    Last night, the two of them were a little messy. Feng Ci turned his back to Pei Qianyue, and his voice was so soft that it almost drifted into the air: "What I'm asking for... is just a relief."

    Get rid of the control of the Dao of Heaven, get rid of the identity of the Dao of Heaven, ... release.

    Everyone longs for longevity, but no one knows how painful longevity brings.

    In the past three thousand years, he has lived here like a corpse, looking for the meaning of not living, not wanting to live, not dying.

    …tired.

    Feng Ci slowly closed her eyes.

    Originally, after completing this last task, his responsibilities of this Heavenly Dao were considered the first. He originally thought that he was going to get what he wanted, so why...

    "Master." Pei Qianyue's voice suddenly changed.

    Feng Ci opened his eyes, and also noticed the difference.

    Since Pei Qianyue woke up in the illusion, the interior of the illusion has not changed. The galaxy no longer runs, the breeze no longer stops, and everything seems to be forbidden.

    But now...

    A cool body was placed behind him, and Pei Qian came to him.

      In the dark cloud, there were even faint sounds of lightning and thunder.

    "It's the way of heaven." Feng Ci said coldly.

    As soon as he finished speaking, a thunderous volley fell. Feng Ci pulled Pei Qianyue over, and the two tumbled on the grass twice.

    The smoke and dust dissipated, and the air where it was hit twisted rapidly, as if a gap had been torn out.

    A faint white light came out from inside.

    The white light reflected in Feng Ci's eyes, and suddenly felt a little funny.

    Fortunately, he still thought that as long as he stayed here and did not go out, he could evade the orders of heaven. How could it be possible to give him this opportunity with the way of heaven.

    "Let's do it." Feng Ci said in a low voice, "Tian Dao opened the door for us, and he must have also released the flesh, we can't stay here any longer."

    But Pei Qianyue did not move.

    Feng Ci turned to look at him: "What?"

    Pei Qianyue: "What is ... liberation?"

    This is why Fengci did not dare to mention more to Pei Qianyue.

    This person is so clingy to him, so sensitive, and he has a devilish heart in his body from time to time...

    "What are you thinking about?" Fengci smiled, and her tone became relaxed, "I said, of course, to be freed from the hands of heaven. I am controlled by him every day, let me do whatever I want. What do you do, who can live on this day?"

    Pei Qianyue's expression softened.

    "If the master doesn't want to be controlled by Tiandao, why don't we go out." Pei Qianyue said, "If you stay here, Tiandao will never have a relative to arrest you."

    Tian Dao cannot directly interfere with human affairs, so he will constantly look for messengers in people to complete tasks for him.

    If Feng Ci really insisted on hiding in this phantom spirit cauldron, there would be no way for Heaven to take him.

    Feng Ci smiled at him: "Then you don't care about the safety of the cultivation world?"

    Pei Qianyue: "What do those things have to do with me?"

    Pei Qianyue is not a human race, and he does not have the same compassion as Feng Ci in the life and death of human beings.

    He initially cared about Xianmen's extermination case, but it was only because he suspected that those things were related to Fengci's body.

    Wind Ci lowered her eyes thoughtfully: "You are right."

    Humans eat evil fruits, what does it have to do with him?

    But Feng Ci didn't say much. He took Pei Qianyue's hand and smiled at him: "But it's not your nature to hide here."

    "...Well, these things have to come to an end sooner or later."

    Feng Ci took Pei Qianyue and stepped into the gap together.

    Next, the world is spinning.

    ***

    When Feng Ci opened his eyes, the first thing he felt was severe pain.

    The muscles and bones of his body seemed to have been crushed once, and they were rejoined, and the pain made it difficult for him to move. He seemed to be lying on a bed, and there were people coming and going in front of him, Feng Ci was dizzy, and he couldn't see who was around him at all.

    After a while, someone was beside the bed, and Feng Ci recognized Fang's black robe.

    "Master." Pei Qianyue sat beside Fengci and held his hand, "How do you feel?"

    Feng Ci opened his mouth, and after a while he made a hoarse voice: "...It hurts to death."

    Feng Ci entered the Wraith Ding with the body of the soul, but now he leaves the Wraith Ding, his soul will return to the body.

    But his body, this young body, has been riddled with holes by him in that fight.

    Fengci is not quite sure how long he and Pei Qianyue have been in the Illusory Spirit Cauldron, but at this point, it is obviously not enough for the people of Broken Sword Villa to heal his body . Therefore, after Feng Ci's spirit returned, all the pain points on this body were imposed on him at once.

    If it weren't for the wind, I would have passed out of pain by now.

    He slowed down for a moment, feeling better, and wanted to get up. But it was only at this moment that Feng Ci realized that his limbs could hardly use any strength, and only his fingers could barely move, but it was also very difficult.

    What did Feng Ci realize: "This body... won't it be useless?"

    Pei Qianyue was silent for a moment, and said, "I will find a suitable body for the master as soon as possible."

    That's it.

    Lu Jingming is just an ordinary teenager in his teens, and his body's ability to withstand spiritual power is very limited. With Feng Ci's style of play at Folding Sword Villa that day, let alone the body of this young man, even if he were a senior who had been cultivating for a hundred years, his body might not be able to withstand it.

    Feng Ci lay on her back on the bed, and after a while, she smiled bitterly and said, "I also promised Meng Changqing that I would return his junior brother to him well, this is really..."

    He sighed and did not continue.

    For a moment, the word: "Illusory Spirit Cauldron..."

    "It's broken." Pei Qianyue knew what he was thinking, and replied, "It's only been one day and one night since we entered the Magical Cauldron. According to Xiao Chengxuan, half an hour ago, the horizon was Suddenly there was a thunderbolt, and the phantom cauldron was split in half, and then we came out of the cauldron."

    The soul can't leave the body for too long. The first thing Pei Qianyue did after leaving the tripod was to extradite the soul of Fengci back to this young body.

    However, because the time was too short, Folding Sword Villa only managed to save the life of the body, and could not heal the injury.

    It's not surprising that the flow speed is different when inside and outside the illusion, Feng Ci nodded lightly, "Then my body..."

    Pei Qianyue: "Gone."

    Wind: "What?"

    "Tian Dao released us, and there is no reason not to rescue the body. I guess 'he' should have left, but Brother Zhuangjian Villa was not prepared, and his spiritual power was low, so he couldn't stop it."

    This is quite possible.

    "It seems that the way of heaven has left Fold Sword Villa a way out."

    Otherwise, when the physical body leaves the Illusory Spirit Cauldron, it will take the lives of all the people in the Folding Sword Villa.

    Tian Dao exterminates Xianmen by random selection. Although this move is absurd, it is also fair. As for Zhejian Mountain Villa, these younger brothers are unyielding and willing to fight against the sky with their own strength.

    In this battle, Tiandao saw the value of their existence, and also fought for a way of life for himself.

    As long as there is value, even if the value is extremely small, Heaven will give him a chance to live.

    The way of heaven is so ruthless and affectionate.

     Feng Ci didn't say anything, he turned his head and saw something on the bedside.

    Besides his bed, there is a glazed lamp that flickers on and off.

    "This thing is called the lamp of life." Pei Qianyue said, "Zhejian Villa is this thing to protect the master's heart and keep the body from dying."

    Folding Sword Villa is not good at medicine after all, in such an emergency, it is not easy to be able to use a magic tool to hang this flesh body for the last breath.

    But it's not the way to hang your life with a tool.

     Feng Ci was a little worried, and before he could speak again, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

    "Xianzun, are you feeling better?"

    It is Xiao Chengxuan's voice.

    Feng Ci just had something to say to the villa owner Xiao, so he said, "Let him come in."

    Pei Qianyue said softly, "Come in."

    Xiao Chengxuan pushed in the door.

    Xiao Chengxuan hurriedly closed the door.

    Feng Ci is so weak now that she doesn't even have the strength to cough, and she can't stop. He subconsciously grabbed Pei Qianyue's hand, and after a while he tasted blood in his mouth.

    The meridians of this fleshly body are broken, and they can't even enter the spiritual power to help him clear it.

    Therefore, Pei Qianyue could only bend over and put him in his arms, and gently stroked his vest to help him calm down.

    Important is neither, nor is it.

    After a long time, the cough finally stopped.

    Feng Ci coughed and felt dizzy. He heard a very light laugh in his ear, and said angrily: "You are laughing..."

    "Master forgive me." Pei Qianyue said in a low voice, "It's just that I have never seen Master so weak, it's a bit novel."

    Is this human speaking?

    If it wasn't for Feng Ci who couldn't move now, he had to kick this man out of bed.

    Feng Ci decisively ignored him and tilted her head to talk to Xiao Chengxuan.

    But now he is being held in his arms by Pei Qianyue, the young man is thin and thin, and he can't see anything when he covers it like this.

    He couldn't move.

    Wind Ci was silent for a moment, then resigned: "Excuse me, help me get up."

    Pei Qianyue replied: "Okay."

    He seemed to enjoy the rhetoric. Pei Qianyue sat down on the side of the bed, and gently lifted Feng Ci with his arms, making him lean against his arms.

    In a pose that would be indecent to anyone.

     Feng Ci couldn't bear it any longer: "Is there no pillow in this room?"

    Pei Qianyue gave full play to her blindness "advantage" and said seriously, "I didn't find it."

    Words: "…"

    The only thing fortunate is that Xiao Chengxuan is very sensible.

    The young man in red stood obediently outside the screen, neither looking into the room nor daring to go in.

    Fengci tried her best not to think about what posture he and Pei Qianyue were in now, and said sternly, "Master Xiao."

    Outside the screen, the young man immediately responded: "Xianzun."

    "The murderer, cough..." Feng Ci's voice was still low and hoarse and weak, and he had to cough twice when he said a word, "The murderer has now left the Folding Sword Villa, and the owner of the villa does not need to worry anymore. already."

    Xiao Chengxuan obviously realized this, and was not surprised when he heard this.

    He bowed to the wind across the screen and said solemnly: "Thank you for this time, Xianzunhe ... and City Lord Pei for the kindness, Xiao Mou will keep it in his heart, if there is any use for Xiao Mou in the future With the place of Zhejian Mountain Villa, Xiao Mou will die!"

    "That's not necessary." Feng Ci chuckled in a low voice, "But I do have something that I need a little help from Master Xiao."

    Xiao Chengxuan replied, "Although Xianzun ordered."

    Wind Ci said: "I want you to take all the brothers of Folding Sword Villa, incognito, hide them, and let Folding Sword Villa completely disappear from the cultivation world."

    "This..." Xiao Chengxuan was stunned, "Why is this?"

    Wind speech: "The whole world knows that your Folding Sword Villa challenged the real murderer of the slaughter of Xianmen. If they find that Folding Sword Villa is unscathed, the murderer is nowhere to be found, what will the world think? ?"

    Xiao Chengxuan thought for a moment: "They would think... that the murderer is defeated?"

    "."

    Even if the immortal gate was disbanded under pressure, it would be rebuilt again. At that time, it was a massacre.

     Feng Ci said: "Don't worry, it won't take too long."

    He leaned against Pei Qianyue's chest and said softly, "These things will soon come to an end."

    ***

    Feng Ci was still seriously injured, so he didn't talk to Xiao Chengxuan too much, and he let him leave after ordering this.

    Pei Qianyue raised his sleeves at the right time, carefully blocked the door for Fengci, and was involved in the breeze inside the house.

    But not let him lie down.

    Pei Qianyue still maintained his original posture, held Feng Ci in his arms, and stroked his chest with his palms to help him relax.

    Feng Ci couldn't use any strength, and could only let him play with it.

    After a while, Feng Ci finally couldn't bear it any longer: "Hurry up and let me go."

    Pei Qianyue didn't move, but: "Is it uncomfortable for the master to lie down like this?"

    Not uncomfortable.

    Feng Ci didn't suffer any trauma, even if there was, it was cured by Broken Sword Villa, and most of the leftovers were internal injuries of muscles and bones. In addition, he didn't have the slightest problem, so it was uncomfortable to lie on the bed stiffly.

    Pei Qianyue hugged him like this, it actually felt much better.

    But...

    "You're too hard..." Feng Ci glanced at him, weak, "I'm so miserable, can you be a little more personal?"

    Especially the thing behind him makes him really uncomfortable.