Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms

Yu Jingzhong suddenly spouted blood, his knees were soft, and he knelt down on the ground, only to feel that his throat was as painful as being pierced.

Not far away, the palm head shook his body, and then touched his neck slightly uncomfortably.

"How is this going……"

"Mirror reflection." The head smiled slightly, with a playful light flashing in his eyes, "Ask for the inevitable phenomenon when using Bajijing to attack its owner."

He didn't say it, but his face clearly read "You shouldn't be so naïve, thinking that it would be easy to defeat the villain boss".

reflection of mirror? Can all attacks bounce back on me? What the **** is going on? !

Yu Jingzhong felt a tremor in his heart. The first reaction was that he should die with this person today. After thinking about it and reacting, Tian Qiqi, who has been enchanted, must be more resistant than himself. The one who hangs up after losing both sides must be himself!

At that moment Yu Jingzhong remembered that he had insisted on being a normal human being before. Zhou Hui was half joking and half serious about telling him what to eat, and he never took it seriously, and suddenly his intestines repented.

Oh shit!

What should we do now? !

The palm of the hand was sleeved, and there was no scruples to reveal the neck of the hole that was opened, and the pace came very leisurely.

Yu Jingzhong resisted the pain in front of Yan Lanyu, pointing the muzzle at the left chest position of the head. Hesitating for a moment, his fingers shook slightly.

Do you want to shoot? He didn't believe that someone could get up with a hole in his heart.

But what if the other party really doesn't care about the injury of the *, and he is stacked down first? !

A look that seemed to be very interesting was revealed in the eyes of the head, and step by step, it was almost approaching. Yu Jingzhong no longer has time to hesitate, he gritted his teeth and raised his hand, hitting the heart of the head!

With a loud bang, the head of the house staggered back a few steps, and Yu Jingzhong fell to the ground!

Yu Fu may not have experienced this kind of pain in his life. At that moment, there was only one thought left in his mind, that is, Qiong Yao's drama put "I'm going to die from my heartache", which turned out to be the feeling of almost dying.

In a trance, he saw the master pulling Yan Lanyu from the ground, and he coughed violently and laughed: "It really shot. I don't see you kind of..."

Yu Jingzhong didn't know where he was, he stood up suddenly and threw himself at the head. With his weight, he pressed the opponent on the mountain rock and punched hard with a fist!

At this time, he was already in pain, even shaking every nerve, and the muscles of his arms and thighs were twitching. The reason why you can hold this breath in your throat is not so much physical strength as it is all about willpower.

He didn't even know where his fist was, and he was sure to hit the stone a few times, and the blood ran out of his fingers. Even more frightening is that every punch that hits the palm head returns to him with the same strength, the pain makes him numb, the consciousness falls into a strange trance state, and the retina is confusingly confused with the golden light due to the strong blood.

His phalanx was almost cracked, and a hoarse roar came out, and he hit the ground with a punch that wiped the face of his palm suddenly!

Cracked fine lines on the rock surface instantly, bang! Yu Jingzhong kicked over with a slap.

"Hoo... Huo..." Yu Jingzhong took a breath, his nose was full of rust, and wobbled up from the ground. I saw the head of the head leaning against the dry tree, wiped the blood from my mouth, and smiled: "It's really worth looking at..."

Yu Jingzhong's ears were filled with blood, but he couldn't really understand what he was talking about. It took a while for his loose eyes to narrowly focus, and he saw Tian Yi Qizhi's eyes and nose were bleeding, and he looked quite embarrassed.

Yu Jingzhong felt strange in a trance.

How can a person who doesn't even bleed half a drop of blood through a bullet penetrate his heart?

His thinking was affected by the severe pain, and after a few seconds he looked at his right hand slowly.

——The hand was covered with mud, and the joints cracked, and Bai Sensen's phalanx was vaguely visible. The fingernails pinched the palm of the hand to make the blood and flesh vague, and it didn't look like a human hand with unscrupulous evil spirits.

However, the pentagram on the palm is still very clear, and countless fine spells around it, even shimmering through the broken flesh.

…Is it the reason?

Yu Jingzhong has studied Bajianjing, knowing that the symbol that represents it is not like this. Pentagram is actually the totem of Yin Yang Warlock. Each Onmyoji has its own unique five-pointed star. Although it looks exactly the same, in reality, it will show tens of millions of subtle differences due to different personal mana.

So this pentagram is actually Yan Lanyu?

Is Yan Lanyu's soul used to wrap the mirror heart?

Yu Jingzhong gasped heavily, and a huge sorrow and anger suddenly appeared in his heart. The emotion was so strong and violent that it swept through all his consciousness like a hurricane, and even completely overwhelmed the pain in many muscles and bones.

Until the last moment he was still trying to protect me, but I couldn't save him.

I can't even take him back.

Yu Jingzhong's throat was congested and he gasped with a hoarse tone, biting the back molar.

Tian Huiqi Zhi stepped forward, although his demon body has been completely destroyed and looks a bit embarrassed, but it is much better than Yu Jingzhong's bruised wounds. However, as he walked towards Yan Lanyu, there was another gunshot in his ear, and his knees fell to his knees.

Boom!

I saw that Jingzhong smashed the gun heavily on the ground and pounced on him. The action was almost fighting, and I pushed my head down the mound!

During the chaos, the backhand grabbed Yu Jingzhong, and in the process of rolling, the two shared the sharp dry branches, the gravel and the burning of the land that was hot in the explosion, and then fell heavily into the stone.

Yu Jingzhong spouted a blood madly, and Tianyi Qizhi backhandedly pinched his neck!

Within a few seconds of struggling silently, it seemed like a tragic mime. In the darkness, Yu Jingzhong's hands ran across with blood, and green tendons burst out, and he lifted up inch by inch, stuck in Tianli Qizhi's throat.

This is just the moment of life and death, but every millisecond is stretched infinitely, and there is no end in suffocation.

Yu Jingzhong has never felt so clear and sincere as he is now, and all this is coming to an end today. His life is about to end here, turning into corpses, turning into mud, and dying forever in this exotic land.

Just die, he thought calmly.

Even if I didn't die, Yan Lanyu couldn't stand it, so I'll just go with him. I heard that Huang Quan Road is not easy to go, so I was a companion with him, and I might be reborn in my next life.

His fingers were still pinching the throat of Tianyi Qizhi, but his mind had fallen into darkness in the chaos caused by lack of oxygen. His eardrums roared as blood slammed, sounding like the sound of sea tide.

It seemed that the sea he dreamed of last night with Yan Lanyu.

Flames are burning on the sea, and countless pale arms are waving like the woods of the demon world. On the cross-like wooden post not far away, the grown-up young Yan Lanyu broke free of the rope, stepped barefoot on the sea, and walked to Yu Jingzhong.

Yu Jingzhong floated in the waves and looked up at him.

I saw that Yan Lanyu's body was as incomplete as if it had been cut by a knife, muscles, and bones exposed. His face was a strange grayish white, not a little bit angry, like a hazy sky.

His pupils were turbid and he was no longer a living person. However, Yu Jingzhong could feel those eyes looking at him.

Very sad, nostalgic, and looked at him tenderly to hunt the King of God.

"...Lan Yu..."

Why are you hurt?

Who made you like this?

Yu Jingzhong opened his mouth in vain, but could not make any sound.

A sad smile flickered across Yan Lanyu's face, and he pointed to himself and said a word silently. His voice was completely inaudible in the stormy waves, but his mouth was very familiar, as if to say: I am...

What is it?

Yu Jingzhong's mind became more and more chaotic, and he had reached the end of the crossbow.

Real, last moment.

Yan Lanyu squatted down, gently printing a kiss on Jingzhong's lips. Although he knew that it was only his soul, the touch of his lips was so real that even the cold, desperate breath came across his nose.

Yu Jingzhong saw what happened, and then saw Yan Lanyu reached out and grabbed him, pulling him suddenly out of the sea water!

Wow

The sound of water splashed, a flower in front of Yu Jingzhong, and the scene changed suddenly!

I saw that he returned to reality from the illusion, the ground was hard and hot, and his hands were still pinching the throat of Tianyi Qizhi, and it was not the sound of water but the blood that really sounded around him!

——It's the sound of blood splashing out of Tian Zhiqi's chest!

Yu Jingzhong's pupils tightened, and the pressure on his own neck was loosened in the next second, and a large stream of fresh air poured into his lungs, causing him to cough and cough!

"Cough cough cough!!......" Yu Jingzhong turned to his knees and coughed up black blood while covering his neck. He looked up trembling violently for a while, and the scene before him shocked him.

I saw that Tian Qiqi fell to the place where he had just fought with his life and death, and his chest was pierced with a sharp weapon, and a large stream of blood kept pouring out. And what stood in front of him was the young Yan Lanyu in the illusion just now!

Yan Lanyu seemed to be twenty-seven or eighty years old, but her face did not change much, but she was extremely disappointed because she was lifeless. On the contrary, his expression was very quiet, and he slightly gazed at Tianxu Qizhi, his four fingers of his right hand were close together, blood was flowing, and the fingers converged on the land.

On the occasion of a great deal, he pierced the heart of Tian Hui Qi Zhi!

"...Finally... finally forced you out," Tian Yi Qizhi said every time a word came, and there was bleeding in the corner of his mouth, but his expression seemed to be very happy:

"Now, you haven't seen you like this for many years. What a miss...you can't be stupid now?"

Yan Lanyu stared at him quietly.

The wind blowing from the other side of Huang Quan passed through the forest, brushed over the mound, and swept away to the endless night, with the crying and obsession of countless wraiths, whistling toward the distance.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Yan Lanyu said lightly after a long time.

His voice was very hoarse, as if his vocal cords were damaged, it sounded slightly weird.

However, the indifferent and alienated traits have not changed in yin and yang and the long years.

"Is the character cognizance of "Stranger" still the same? Really your signature line." Tianli Qizhi laughed, covering her mouth and making a stuffy cough, as if shaking from the chest.

He was badly injured, and Yan Lanyu's piercing the heart was fatal.

"But never mind, I just want to know what you are now-the wrong start of the story is corrected, the ending should be another direction? I am just a little curious...just a real masseur."

Tian Ling Qi Zhi turned his head to look at Yu Jingzhong, and even laughed a little teasingly: "I told you earlier, Mr. Agent, the villain died of curiosity."

Yu Jingzhong knelt on the ground and gasped, unable to say a word.

"Everyone has curiosity. Be respectful of the curiosity of the villains."

"It is often the key to defeating the villains in the ending of the story."

...

Did he hint at such a trend from the beginning, what do people think in their heads after they get into the devil? !

"After being enchanted for a long time, you won't really die, but this is no longer the place where you and I should stay." Yan Lanyu paused, the end dissipated in the air, as if a long, silent sigh.

"Come on, Tianlingjun. The soul has the distance that the soul should go."

He held out his hand, and Yu Jingzhong suddenly had an ominous hunch and suddenly shouted: "No!-Yan Lanyu!"

However, the latter just raised his head and smiled at him. The expression is bitter, nostalgic and helpless, but it also hides something deeper, as if it is a relief.

It is like a pedestrian who has seen the end point after a long journey, and it is like a pilgrim who has finally carried his backpack to the distant mountain.

At the same time, he stretched out his hand and pressed it against the heart of Tianzhi Qizhi, and a golden pentagram inscribed with complicated mantras suddenly appeared on the back of his hand!

Yu Jingzhong looked at his hand in amazement, and it turned out that the pentacle had disappeared. Then the gap in space and time collapsed in mid-air, as if the black curtain was slowly pulled open, behind the curtain was an endless abyss of hell, and countless entangled ghosts came to cry!

The cold air flow formed a hurricane, and Yu Jingzhong fell to the ground during the chaos. I saw that the gate to **** swallowed Yan Lanyu and Tianhui Qizhi at the same time.

"Yan Lanyu..." Yu Jingzhong burst into roar: "Yan Lanyu!!"

He almost climbed over the rock and rushed over, saying that it was soon and then, and in a thousandth of a second, he encountered Yan Lanyu's fingertips!

——However, immediately after the two hands crossed, Yan Lanyu fell into the abyss and waved to him with a smile.

That was the last scene that Yu Jingzhong saw before the gate of Hell closed.

"Yan Lanyu! Come back!!!"

The void suddenly shook, and the air closed silently. The illusion completely disappeared in the wind, and within a few seconds even the last shadow disappeared completely, leaving only scarred and burnt rocks in the forest, and the blood stains left after the battle.

Yu Jingzhong's blood was cold all over his body, his hands and feet were soft, and he could not stand up after shaking several times.

No, it's impossible...

This must not be the case...

He grabbed the clumps of clay and climbed almost in a roll, and rushed back to the mound quickly and extremely uncomfortably. He couldn't feel the pain of being cut and bruised by rubble. He couldn't even hear any sound. Only the blood hit the top of the head and eardrum. The heart seemed to be tightly cut into pieces of meat that could burst at any time.

With a clatter, he overturned the mound and fell to the ground. He couldn't even climb up and looked up ahead.

——Yan Lanyu lay there quietly.

He was left alone on the ground, his chest motionless, as if he did not even have the slight ups and downs of his breath, completely dissolved in the cold, deep night in the distance.