Wind and Rain

The disciples of the Wulin Alliance quickly ran away, and soon disappeared.

Jun Shuying covered Chu Feiyang's ears with both hands, looked down at the top of his head, and said anxiously, "Feiyang, what do you think?!"

Chu Feiyang just shook his head and seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

Jun Shuying wished he was cheating again, just wanting to be alone with him. Even if he raised his head now and showed that slightly narrow smile, Jun Shuying assured that he would not be angry and would not push him away.

But now the world is vast, and there is no one but him, Chu Feiyang still buried his head in his arms, his hands tightly wrapped around his waist, and a thin trembling came from his close body.

Jun Shuying hugged Chu Feiyang and slowly sat down under the big tree by the roadside. There's nothing he can do now except hold him tight.

When it was quiet, Jun Shuying even heard the subtle singing from a distance, the difference was that he didn't feel uncomfortable or controlled.

The singing should have come from internal force, and only Chu Feiyang, who was poisoned, would be affected by it.

Jun Shuying gritted her teeth, wishing she could go back immediately and kill that hateful woman with one sword.

"What are you doing?!" Cheng Xuexiang walked into the pavilion where the saint was, and suddenly said.

This pavilion was originally in a garden, but now it is late autumn, the flowers are withering, and the yellow leaves are falling.

Saint Aunt stopped singing, flipped up her sleeves and turned around, looking at Cheng Xuexiang, Yingying smiled and said, "Member Cheng, do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know?!" She raised her tender white palms and looked at her nails. The color of his face was bright red and blood, and he continued: "He has been poisoned by me, and every day when the poison strikes, he will suffer the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing his heart. Only my singing can relieve his pain. I love him so much, Naturally, he couldn't bear to suffer like this all his life."

Cheng Xuexiang snorted and said, "Why should you lie about me? It's not the time for the poison to break out. I have heard that the singing of the saint can disturb people's minds, but I advise you not to waste your efforts. Will take Chu Feiyang to a safe place. Do you think you can control him with just a few songs of yours?! It is too small to underestimate Chu Feiyang. If he tries his best to resist, wouldn't he suffer even more, contrary to the good intentions of Saint Aunt? The saint aunt spends more effort to save the tree of gods as soon as possible, and we will all be happy when we get what we need."

When the saint heard the words, she looked straight at Cheng Xuexiang, and Cheng Xuexiang just looked back at her calmly. The aunt suddenly covered her lips and smiled and said, "I listened to the meaning of the leader of the alliance, and was actually very worried about whether Chu Feiyang would be controlled by me. If it wasn't for you who had plans for Jun Shuying, I would really believe that the leader of the alliance was a kind and righteous person. What about people? You clearly covet other people's wives, why do you pretend to be so righteous?! However, I heard that Jun Shuying likes people who are affectionate, righteous, and upright. Does the leader Cheng want to be loved by him? It's a pity that you have already committed betrayal, even if you get his body one day, you will never get his heart." The saint continued to smile, her laughter was evil, and her laughter was arrogant.

"What do you know, it's not that he likes righteous chivalrous men who are affectionate and righteous, but that the person he likes happens to be this kind of person." Cheng Xuexiang smiled bitterly, "If it's that easy, he can get his heart—" He Said, but fell into silence.

"Enough, I don't want to listen to the grievances of the leader Cheng." The saint turned around and said, "The leader Cheng will go and see how your divine tree looks like when you have nothing to do. I have already acted according to the promise, and you don't have to do anything else. Tube."

After the saint finished speaking, a light voice suddenly sounded in the air. She sang a peculiar tune, and there was a little joy in the ups and downs. Although the voice was not high, it went straight into the ear, hitting the eardrum one after another, as clear as someone chanting softly in the ear. Cheng Xuexiang knew that the voice contained internal force, and it would definitely spread far away.

Saint Aunt insisted on singing, and he couldn't cover her mouth to prevent her from singing. Cheng Xuexiang had no choice but to leave. On the way, he met those martial arts practitioners who had drunk the blood of the Lianshan people from time to time. All of them looked sluggish, but looked happy, facing the direction of the saint. Some of them even bent their knees and bowed reverently.

Cheng Xuexiang avoided those people with a look of disgust, and after walking a distance, he couldn't help but look in the direction where Jun Shuying and the others fled, with worry in his face.

On this side, Chu Feiyang was still trying his best to restrain the subtle voice that was going straight into his head, so as to prevent it from taking over his mind. The sound penetrated the eardrum, entered the ear, entered the brain, entered the bones and blood of the whole body, and was still wandering around like a tangible thing. It was as if there was a string in the body being fiddled with by an invisible hand, causing the waves to surge up in the originally clear mind.

The huge waves crashed in his head, and his head hurt as if it was about to split. The giant waves rolled in his heart, like being ripped through by a hand, holding his beating heart, grasping his pulse, and even breathing became difficult.

The more resistance, the more profound and unbearable the pain.

Just go with the flow, you can feel relaxed and comfortable in no time, even it will be more comfortable than ever.

But Chu Feiyang knew that he had to resist and endure. He has never lost in his life, and even when the poison broke out yesterday, he did not lose to the unforgettable pain. This is a spiritual battle, and he also cannot lose, nor will he lose.

When he was young, he was alone in the rivers and lakes, and he was in danger and suffered disasters. It even happened repeatedly. At that time, he could become the final winner every time, not to mention today, there is a Jun Shuying by his side.

For some reason, the increasingly raging voice suddenly stopped, and Chu Feiyang was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief from this battle.

He raised his head, only to find that Jun Shuying's eyes were red, and he bit his own lips into blood.

Chu Feiyang stroked it with his fingers, rubbed the traces of blood in distress, and said in a hoarse voice, "Baby, don't be like this, I'm fine...don't worry."

Jun Shuying pursed her lips and said nothing. After so many days of experience, Jun Shuying has long known how powerful that saint aunt has through the power of Lianshan clan blood, how could Chu Feiyang be all right? !

In a few hours, he would have to suffer from the poison again, and tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow—until the matter was resolved, Chu Feiyang would have to endure that day's torture, and the woman's plans. trying to control his mind—

"When the divine tree is resurrected, when your poison is cured, I will kill that woman with my own hands." Jun Shuying whispered, he gently held Chu Feiyang's fingers on his lips, and pressed the tip of his tongue against his lips. His fingertips licked gently.

Ever since Chu Feiyang appeared in his life with irresistible light and heat, he has never hated a person so deeply and hated a person. The anger in my heart was surging, as if returning to those darkest days.

This woman touched his deepest taboo, and this woman actually wanted to take Chu Feiyang away from him.

Chu Feiyang looked at the blushing tongue that was looming between the thin lips, feeling the warmth and moistness from his fingertips, and the slight itchiness, and he was able to get excited at such a time.

There are not too many words to express worry or comfort, those things are superfluous at the moment. Just watching silently, the glued eyes contain everything.

"Shuying, you can sing it to me as well." Chu Feiyang suddenly said, "You don't know how to use music to expel insects. Maybe it's similar to the method of Saint Aunt, and you can help me."

"She is blessed by the blood of the Lianshan clan, and the method of practicing is different from mine, not the same way, I'm afraid it won't work." Jun Shuying said, "However, I can sing it to you. What do you want to hear? "

"Anything is fine, as long as you sing it, I love listening to it." Chu Feiyang smiled.

Jun Shuying thought for a while, then hummed a tune softly. His voice was slightly uncertain and intermittent at first, but gradually became skilled and smooth.

There are no words, only soft and tactful songs, hummed through Jun Shuying's mouth, it becomes the sound of the sound of nature.

Chu Feiyang looked at his face fascinated, and almost forgot what happened today.

I don't know when the saint aunt's singing came over again, and Jun Shuying also deliberately released some inner strength in the song. However, with completely different means, the help to Chu Feiyang is naturally very small. Jun Shuying knew that he was trying his best to fight, and was afraid that he would be distracted, so he simply stopped singing. The power from the palm held by Chu Feiyang became stronger and stronger, and even started to cause him pain, but Jun Shuying just held him back tightly, holding him with his head down and motionless.

A dark shadow suddenly came running from a distance, carrying a trail of dust and standing in front of the two of them, licking Jun Shuying's hand and licking Chu Feiyang again, shaking his head and sticking out his tongue.

"Wangcai, what are you doing?! Where are the others?!" Jun Shuying was startled and looked back at its origin.

This dog was with Little Shitou Lin'er and the others, so why did he appear here alone? !

Wang Cai naturally did not know how to answer. It licked Chu Feiyang's pale face dripping with cold sweat, suddenly barked a few times, raised its huge head again, and the cry became a long and long wolf howl, one after another, startling the birds in the surrounding forest. , the beasts are scattered.

The wisps of the saint's singing voice were cut off by its reckless howl, and Chu Feiyang instantly felt a little light. He hugged Wang Cai's strong neck, rubbed its neck hair, and pulled a smile from the corner of his lips: "Good dog."

He was answered by another whimpering howl.

With Wang Cai's troubles, plus the distance, it seems that the saint aunt can't do anything anymore. When it was almost noon, Chu Feiyang and Jun Shuying rushed to the place where everyone met with prosperous wealth.

Yan Qi happily embraced Wang Cai and hugged and touched it, Wang Cai also slid into Yan Qi's arms. Gao Fang listened to Chu Feiyang's remarks on the matter just now, and thought for a moment: "The martial arts of the saints come from the Lianshan people, including this method of controlling people's hearts is also the ability of the Lianshan people. The Lianshan people seem to be inseparable with all things in nature. There is a relationship that is unclear and unclear, such as the sacred tree that they rely on for a living. Wangcai is a spiritual beast, so he is more sensitive than many human beings with high martial arts in matters of the Lianshan Clan and Wuji Mountain Villa, maybe because of this Only then can it break the control of Saint Nun. If my guess is correct, its effect will only stop there." Gao Fang looked at the big dog who was having fun with Yan Qi with pity.

"It's very good that it can have this effect." Chu Feiyang smiled, "If that saint aunt sings again in the future, Wang Cai will shout back to her, so that she won't bother me all the time." He put his hand on his shoulder and twisted it. Neck, mouth couldn't help but let out a breath.

To fight against the mind-disturbing singing, although this uncomfortable feeling is not comparable to the pain of poisonous hair, it is still enough to grind. Chu Feiyang looks at Wang Cai now, how cute he is, how clever he is.

Qinglang and Xin Yunshen have already led people to explore the surroundings and found a suitable place to set up camp. A group of people set off and settled down by noon.

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Finger licking or something—— Shuying shut up! The fat sheep's paws haven't been washed!