He and It

Yan Huan was about to make a move. Regardless of whether these were fragile and short-lived mortals, the joy of doing evil was always great or small. He had long wanted to stretch his muscles, but Liu Fuguang stopped him and shook his head.

not the right time yet.

At this moment, the city lord held up the wine glass and seemed to be murmuring to himself: "The ancients said that there are endless things outside of Mo Si, and there are only so many cups during his lifetime. However, I always feel that I can't drink this glass of wine no matter what. It’s over, no one in the world can drink it all…”

He raised his neck and drank the wine in one gulp.

"See you off," the city lord said with droopy eyes. He suddenly looked twenty years older. A glimmer of water slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth. I don't know if it was the wine that leaked or the saliva that couldn't be shut down. "I ……tired."

The night wind was cold, and two shadows were walking on the street, one behind the other.

Liu Fuguang had not touched any wine, and the fragrance of wine still lingered on his clothes. Yan Huan walked behind him and whispered: "It is no accident that that man took the initiative to mention the matter of immortality."

He knew in his heart that if he had to say anything else, Liu Fuguang would not pay much attention to it, but when it came to the mystery here, Liu Fuguang would not only respond, but also take the initiative to discuss it with him.

For a few days, Yan Huan felt as if he was in heaven, and he was almost so happy that he didn't even know his last name.

"Yes," after hesitating for a moment, Liu Fuguang nodded gently, "He vaguely showed a clear mind, and his last sentence was also quite meaningful."

He stopped and his whole body melted into the shadow under the wall. Yan Huan followed closely behind, and they turned back towards the city lord's palace again.

It was late at night, and two tragic murders occurred in a row. The huge Wancheng was quiet. Both the noble lord of the city and the beggar living under the bridge were sleeping peacefully in the bedding at this moment. However, the former was asleep A splendid pile of gold-threaded ermines, the latter had to make do in a pile of straw.

Liu Fuguang came to the city lord's room, like a lotus leaf lifting water. He and Yan Huan emerged from the darkness. The city lord was lying on the bed, but his eyes were open.

"Two gentlemen...are indeed here." The city lord said vaguely, as if he had several meatballs in his mouth.

To a certain extent, a dumb fan is a kind of person who invites people to guess riddles. One day, they will find the riddle teller to answer a pair of riddles. It is just a matter of how long it takes. The city lord said many obscure words at the banquet, just to attract riddle guessers.

"City Lord, please clear up the confusion." Liu Fuguang only said these few words.

The city lord was lying on the bed, looking more like a corpse. He did not answer directly, but started another conversation and asked: "Sir, please look at me here. A mirror is a mirror. It is said that a mirror can reflect a person's true face." , is this statement true?"

Liu Fuguang was silent for a moment, and then he replied in a low voice: "A clear mind means bright eyes, and a person with a sincere mind can see the true nature of all things without a mirror."

When he answered, many thoughts went through his mind. What Ting Ting means is that the city lord also installed so many mirrors here in order to break this "atmosphere" and see his "true face"?

The city lord coughed twice and said in a hoarse voice: "It's strange to say... As soon as I met these two gentlemen, I felt like I was a human being again. In the past few decades, I just lived in a hazy state, like a walking zombie..."

Liu Fuguang did not answer. After all, the most evil and the most good are the two most extreme sides on the balance of the great road. When they appear together, they symbolize the ultimate principle of the balance of yin and yang - otherwise, how could those true immortals who are almost as long as the sky take the risk? At the risk of life and death, she forced him to get together with Yan Huan?

It was also for this reason that this human being, who was deeply enveloped in false obsessions, felt that his falsehood was shattered by just saying a few words to them.

"...I look at myself in the mirror every day, and I feel that my complexion is very good and my body is healthy. But until now, I have only spoken a few words with my husband, and I already have a sense of clarity in my heart..." The city lord continued, with a hint of emotion in his tone. plead.

"One day ago, I was still worried about my son. One day later, worldly affairs were like cumbersome dust and became so irrelevant... Sir, please tell me, in your eyes, how have I changed?" What has it become?"

Words are the shortest curse. Just as when the inner demon asked Yan Huan, he was expecting an answer: "A dragon cannot live without a heart." When the city lord raised this question, he also gave the power of final judgment to the strangers.

Yan Huan clapped his fingers and said boredly: "Why don't you answer our question first, who do you mean by the immortal person?"

The city lord's eyes were confused for a moment, and he unconsciously repeated: "The person who lives forever..."

"Is it that Holy Sect?" He couldn't get up, so Liu Fuguang half-crouched in front of the bed and speculated, "Is the immortal person you mentioned the emperor of Wuping?"

Without warning, when he suddenly heard the word "Holy Sect", the city lord felt like a red-hot iron drill had been inserted into his ears. He arched his back, grabbed the side of his face, and struggled and jumped wildly on the bed.

"No, it's not the Holy Sect! The Holy Sect has great merits and will last forever. It's not the Holy Sect, no!"

Liu Fuguang's eyelids trembled, and his spirit energy was suppressed instantly, trying to calm down the fierce reaction of the city lord. But something beyond his expectation happened. As soon as his spiritual power touched the city lord's body, it was like a drop of water being sucked away by an exhausted sponge. Not only did it not have a soothing effect, it actually intensified the opponent's movements. The city lord was just struggling wildly, but now, he is simply howling like crazy!

This response is no different from asking for help. Yan Huan neatly cut off Liu Fuguang's spiritual connection. The demonic energy was overwhelming and swept through the entire palace in an instant. Fortunately, he remembered to hold back and did not kill the fragile mummy.

"That's the Holy Sect," Yan Huan sneered, "What did he do to you? Did he absorb your vitality to extend your life, or did he sacrifice everyone in the world in exchange for the so-called immortality?"

Being tightly wrapped in the demonic energy, normal people would feel that they are suffering from pain that makes them want to die. However, the city lord was unaware. He shook his head crazily and made a sound that could not be called human at all. He grunted from time to time. He wailed and sometimes screamed hysterically. The way he made the sound was as if he wanted to tear his vocal cords into several halves before stopping.

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