Wind and Rain

The singing of the saint reverberated over the high platform, and the singing was very beautiful, like the dewdrops on the morning leaves falling on the stone surface, making a clear and ethereal sound.

Before that, Chu Feiyang had heard her music or singing. Once at the back of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, she controlled Shi Li's consciousness with that slightly sharp music. That kind of sound is definitely not pleasant to the ear, it is as thin and long as the endlessly tangled silk thread, which is annoying to listen to. Later, she faced the people in the martial arts who took the martial arts, and used her singing to confuse their minds, and the expressions of those people at that time seemed to be greatly comforted.

Even when Shi Li pretended to betray Wuji Villa, he was still in awe of Saint Aunt during the conversation. Presumably, this kind of comfort made them psychologically dependent on Saint Aunt. Because of this kind of dependence, there will be such a firm and loyal.

At this time, her singing was different from what everyone had heard before. The singing this time is more melodious and beautiful than every previous one. If it weren't for this situation, this song must be extremely pleasing to the ear.

But at this time it was Chu Feiyang who was poisoned by her blood. Therefore, when Jun Shuying heard this song, it was no different from the cry of an evil spirit from the depths of hell, which made him feel cold all over his body.

With just a little thought, everyone present thought of this layer.

Qinglang's brows were furrowed, and his figure flashed in front of the saint. He raised his hand to touch her acupuncture point, so that she could not use this confusing song.

"Wait—" Jun Shuying suddenly shouted.

The saint seemed to have expected this to happen long ago, and continued to sing non-stop, looking at Qinglang with disdainful coldness in her eyes.

Qinglang took a step forward, his clothes were lifted by the wind, and the hunters were flying. He asked in confusion, "Shuying, what's wrong?!"

Jun Shuying has been paying attention to Chu Feiyang's condition. He was tortured by the poison just now, and even though he was trying his best to endure it, he could still see the completely uncontrollable pain and stiffness.

At this time, Chu Feiyang's originally tensed body was obviously gradually relaxing, and Jun Shuying could almost see with his eyes that the pain that made his life worse than death was winding away from him.

Is this what the woman planned? ! Is she the key to the antidote? !

Jun Shuying clenched his teeth in hatred, and there was a fishy and sweet taste in his mouth.

She adored Chu Feiyang. She gave Chu Feiyang an incurable poison. Only she can ease Chu Feiyang's pain with singing. Does she want to stay by Chu Feiyang's side in this way? !

In the legendary texts of those storytellers, she might be able to create a legendary story.

But why is she!

Why does she covet Chu Feiyang!

Why did she try to get her hands on Chu Feiyang? !

what is she? ! She is nothing at all!

There was a fiery fire burning in his chest, and the flame was blood red. What was cooked on the fire was anger, worry, hatred, and killing intent—all of which had already been burned by the fire, melted into a ball, and weighed heavily in the bottom of his heart, making Jun Shuying feel more and more breathless.

Jun Shuying knows more deeply than anyone else, Chu Feiyang is like a gentle lonely lamp burning in the dark, he will attract countless moths born in the cold - those lonely moths, those moths that yearn for warmth , recklessly surrounded in the light of the lamp, waving his wings in vain, trying to get closer to the bright wick.

However, none of them have this qualification, and Chu Feiyang will never belong to any of them.

Jun Shuying hugged Chu Feiyang tighter and buried his face deeply on his shoulder.

But at this time, no matter how much he wanted to kill the woman with a sword and stop her malicious singing, he couldn't even call to stop. Because once he did this, Chu Feiyang would be engulfed by the huge pain again.

Jun Shuying didn't know what it was like to be in such extreme pain, but even Chu Feiyang was knocked down so easily without the ability to fight back. deep.

Jun Shuying is reluctant, reluctant. Even though he knew it was drinking poison to quench his thirst, he was just—reluctant.

Chu Feiyang's hand suddenly lifted up, and with the help of the strength that he could control freely, he touched Jun Shuying's ear with his trembling fingers, and his temple hair slipped to his eyebrows and cheeks.

"Shuying... stop her." Chu Feiyang opened his blood-stained lips and made a dry voice from his throat.

"Do you want to die in pain?" Jun Shuying gritted his teeth.

Chu Feiyang actually laughed, he wiped away a wet mark left on the corner of Jun Shuying's eye with his fingers, and said in a low voice: "I'm already crying, but I still can't say two nice words..."

Qinglang had already come to the front and met Chu Feiyang's gaze condescendingly. Chu Feiyang didn't have any more strength to say anything, just looked at Qinglang with tired eyes and nodded slightly.

Qinglang sighed, turned back and walked to the saint's side, pointed her acupuncture point neatly, and waved someone to take her down.

The singing stopped abruptly, and the saint didn't resist in the slightest, she just turned her head to look in the direction of Chu Feiyang, her half-smile but not smiling eyes made it impossible to see through.

Almost at that moment, Chu Feiyang immediately tightened his body again. At that time, before the great pain hit, the fear in my heart penetrated the whole body first.

If Chu Feiyang still had any strength, he would have laughed wryly at himself. Although he has always been modest in front of others, he actually thinks very highly of himself in his heart and seldom takes anything in his eyes. Now this can be regarded as overturning the boat in the gutter.

At the moment when Saint Aunt's singing disappeared, there really was an urge to restore it. If they are weak-willed, they are willing to do anything in order to avoid being tortured by that inhuman. What's more, the comfort of the melodious song felt in the extreme pain, it is easier to make people feel kind to the singing woman.

Chu Feiyang now understands the reverence of those who are poisoned by the martial spirit for the saint. So he couldn't even listen, not a single bit.

Before the tide of severe pain swept him back, all that was shaking in front of him were Jun Shuying's worried and sad face.

Chu Feiyang wanted to comfort, but felt that any words of comfort were superfluous at this moment.

He could only use his last strength, stroked Jun Shuying's lips with his fingers, tugged at the corners of his lips, and said in a low voice, "If you see me feeling uncomfortable, kiss me. Kissing me is more useful than any panacea. …”

A trace of pain rose from the chest and spread rapidly, infiltrating every trace of flesh, meridians, and bone marrow in an instant. Chu Feiyang's eyes turned dark, and he was overwhelmed by the intense pain.

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Tribute to the hero who used the rope to play bull hooligans