The man was so shocked by the sudden addition that he didn't have time to react, and his throat was hot and puffed out a mouthful of blood!

'Ah.' When the mackerel's soul saw it, he burst into tears, and his cry was no longer gentle, but rather mournful.

In mid-air, two figures fell in front of and behind.

Looking intently, there are thousands of bones and flying feathers.

Thousands of Ling looked over Sheng Xiaomo's shoulder and happened to see Hua Qiangu coming. Seeing her looking at herself with a playful look in her eyes, I suddenly remembered where I was at the moment.

She hurriedly retreated from Sheng Xiaomo's arms.

"Thank you. Thank you, Master! " With that, she bent over nervously to say thank you.

Feng Feiyu, who came back with his sword, saw it and laughed and said, "Little lark, what are you doing?"

Thousand Ling's face flushed slightly and was a little shy.

She didn't speak, but she said, "what are you two doing here?" He took one more look at the flower with a thousand bones that has now become a demon god and a greatly changed temperament.

Feng Feiyu turned to evil and said, "passing by, Bones feel an unusual evil spirit, so come and have a look."

Sheng said nothing but nodded without any doubt.

Qian Bailing said at ease, "it's a good time for you to come. He is from the demon world. Master and I heard that there were demons in this forest, so we came over to find out."

She pointed to the mackerel lying on the stone: "that's it."

He also pointed to the man in the wheelchair: "he seems to be fixing the soul of the mackerel."

This identification looks like a bullied child complaining to his parents, looking at both the man and the mackerel with a trace of complacency.

Feng Feiyu looked at her fingers one by one and frowned slightly.

"Fei Yu, that mackerel man, is blue feather ash." Flower thousands of bones on the side to remind.

Feng Feiyu tilted his head: "who?"

Spend a thousand bones in a daze, and then react to it, one hand on the forehead

"Sorry, I forgot that you don't remember anyone except the East." Not to mention the people she killed in anger a few years ago.

When Qian Qianling heard her say blue feather ash, she opened her eyes and looked at it for a long time before she saw the shadow of the blue feather ash she had accidentally seen in the soul of the mackerel man.

What a blue feather ash!

It's just why she can leave her soul, still in this place in the human world? And who is that man?

She was full of questions.

With doubt, she looked at Feng Fei Yu and Hua Thousand bones in the past, her eyes wandering back and forth between the two people, and finally fixed on the body of Flower Thousand bones.

Feng Feiyu must have known nothing about it. Apart from fighting, only the Oriental Cabinet Master knew astronomy and geography. So for the people present, only Hua Qiangu can communicate normally.

So she went to spend a thousand bones and asked, "Thousand bones, who is that man?" She asked a key question.

Flower thousand bones said: "Dou Dian dry, once the god of war in the heavenly world."

It was only when she said this that thousands of Ling remembered.

Because she had to sort out the destroyed collection of books, she had read almost half of the books in the pavilion these days, and naturally she had some impression of the deeds of the god of war in the heavenly world. It is said that he is arrogant and irascible, unparalleled by his martial arts, and making many enemies in the heavenly world. In the end, he was entangled with a demon in the demon world, and he was trapped, and his reputation was ruined, and some people fell to the bottom of a well, which led to him being sentenced to a wilderness, and his feet were nailed with two soul-repellent nails.

She looked at the two men and was suddenly surprised.

Sheng Xiaomo came forward.

And Feng Feiyu, who had come to the end of the struggle, stood in front of him impatiently, holding an evil sword in his hand.

"come on, you've been maiming the people here for half a year to fix her broken soul?"

He wiped the blood from his mouth and looked up at her: "if you kill her, I can't kill you. Do I want to see your face even to raise her soul?" With a trace of despair in his ferocious eyes, he looked at Feng Feiyu and wanted to tear her apart, but he knew he could not touch her.

Before the demon world signed a peace agreement with decent people, he learned the news that Blue Feather Grey was dead. At that time, he was already in a trance and hated Feng Fei Yu very much. But he knew that he could not beat this woman at all, so he tried to find a way to find the soul of blue feather ash. The mackerel people will not go up in smoke after death, and the blue feather ash is the best among the mackerel people, even if she died in an accident, her soul will unconsciously look for the nearest place with water.

So according to this, in his heartache, he really found the soul of blue feather gray, so he settled down here, accompanied her day and night, and brought some men over from time to time to take away a trace of their spirit to fix her soul.

It's just that didn't expect that all previous efforts had to be wasted in just half a year.

He looked at Sheng Xiaomo and Qianqianling and hated that he had just killed them without a single blow, and happened to be able to give the soul of blue feather ash as nourishment.

Qian Qianling, who had never seen such a cold look in her eyes, subconsciously took a step back and bumped into Sheng Xiaomo's chest behind her.

Sheng Xiaomo had been paying attention to the reaction of the little apprentice, knowing that she was frightened. He reached out and grasped her shoulder, tightened his hand, and brought the person to him quietly, with a cold and warning look in his eyes.

He didn't want this man to scare the little apprentice.

The stump felt his eyes and gave a sudden sneer with a sarcastic look.

Qianbailing was baffled by his reaction. She turned to look at her master, but she saw that he looked normal, but she was even more confused.

But by the time they made eye contact, Feng Feiyu had left the dry side and headed for the blue feather ash that shivered and dared not make a sound.

His red eyes were about to drive the wheelchair to stop him.

Feng Fei Yu Tou did not reply: "Bones, Little lark, Confucian Zun, please stop him for me."