Chapter 93 Feeling

"I already know about the head." Yan Xuan took him into his arms and said softly.

Yi Ning didn't expect that he would be able to get distracted and help him to ask about the head.

After a pause, Yi Ning said, "Take a break first, don't think about those things."

Yan Xuan held his hand, but this time she was extremely determined: "Fu Zhuo killed him."

Yi Ning's pupils shrank, and he let go of his hand subconsciously, unable to believe: "Impossible, he clearly..."

"That's just a pretense. I asked Xiaoyu to investigate these things a long time ago." Yan Xuan knew that he couldn't accept it easily, but this matter had been concealed for too long, and even almost threatened Fu Yan with it. Yi Ning, Yan Xuan had to tell him the truth.

"That beast!" Yi Ning was trembling all over, he drew out his sword to rush into the room, but was pulled by Yan Xuan and pulled into his arms.

A low coax came from his ear: "Don't go in, it's too dirty inside." He reached out and patted Yi Ning, trying to appease Xia Yi Ning's emotions.

"You killed him?" Yi Ning held back his trembling jaws, the sword intent on his body was so sharp that it felt real.

Even if the sect head picked him up just to train his successor, he was indeed the one who treated him the best from childhood to adulthood. Thanks to him, Yi Ning was able to have what he is today.

Fu Zhuo is a complete liar. Maybe playing with people's hearts can make him feel happy.

That being the case, Yan Xuan would not let him die easily.

"No, I prepared a big gift for him." Yan Xuan kissed his forehead and coaxed softly, "Leave it to Shangxian to open it up."

Yi Ning was stunned for a moment, then he was pulled into his arms, and a pair of big hands covered his eyes.

The whole body was instantly enveloped by the cool magic mist, Yi Ning couldn't help blinking, the soft eyelashes brushed the palm of Yan Xuan's palm, a little itchy.

The dryness in his heart was ironed a little by the touch, Yan Xuan took a deep breath and hugged him tighter.

"Yan Xuan..." Yi Ning was a little nervous when he couldn't hear Yan Xuan's voice for a long time.

Soon, Yan Xuan's "um" sound came from his ears, which made people feel at ease.

He waited quietly until the magic fog dissipated from him, Yan Xuan pulled away his palm, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and slowly said, "Yi Ning, go get revenge."

Just as Yi Ning helped him kill Yan Chengyun to take revenge for Xuehen, now, it was Yan Xuan's turn to help him.

Yi Ning was stunned for a while, but the scene that appeared in front of him turned out to be the Mingguang Sect Master Mountain.

Yan Xuan, who was beside him, had long since disappeared, leaving him here alone.

"This child, what are you going to do?" Two voices came from behind the rockery in the distance.

Yi Ning walked over slowly, but his doubts did not disappear, but suddenly he saw a familiar figure.

It is Fu Zhuo.

Yi Ning pulled out his sword in an instant, and his body was surging with murderous intent, but the other party seemed to be unaware of it, and stared blankly at the two behind the rockery.

To be precise, it was three people, and one of them was holding a child.

They didn't notice Fu Zhuo, and they didn't even notice Fu Zhuo approaching.

"Run!" Yi Ning reminded loudly, worried that Fu Zhuo would kill them, but he didn't think that Fu Zhuo seemed to be unable to hear his voice, and he didn't even cast a glance at him.

He looked straight at the person holding the child behind the rockery, his eyes gloomy like a poisonous snake, and after a long time he said viciously, "Impossible, why are you still not dead?"

At this time, the man seemed to finally hear his words, turned his head, his eyes were light, his whole body was neat, and there was no wrinkle at all.

Yi Ning was stunned. At this moment, he finally understood why Fu Zhuo said such strange words.

The person in front of him is exactly what Yan Xuan called the "dead head" Zhan Ying, whose name is Konghua.

However, it is very different from the head master in Yi Ning's memory. The head of the head is still a little green, and it looks like... as if he is only about twenty years old.

Could it be that Yan Xuan let him enter an illusion?

Yi Ning is a little confused, but there are a few things that can be confirmed, that is, Fu Zhuo can't perceive him, but the head in the illusion can perceive Fu Zhuo.

"Who are you." Zhan Ying's face was cold, but he was still holding the child with one hand in his arms, and his cold tone sounded much softer.

Fu Zhuo sneered in disbelief as if he heard something ridiculous: "You don't know who I am?"

But when his eyes fell on the child in Zhan Ying's arms, Fu Zhuo's pupils shrank, as if he understood something, he muttered to himself, "I understand, it's an illusion created by Yan Xuan."

Zhan Ying frowned slightly, ignored him, turned his eyes away, looked at the woman who was talking to him just now, and said, "Senior sister, don't tell Taoling and the Sect Master beforehand, I will make my own decision."

The person he called Senior Sister sighed helplessly and said, "But... they will know sooner or later."

However, Zhan Ying didn't intend to explain more, just looked down at the child, the look in his eyes softened a bit, and said softly: "It's okay, please keep it a secret for as long as you can."

Yi Ning approached slowly, trying to see the expression on Fu Zhuo's face, but sure enough, it was still the gloomy expression.

After a long while, after the senior sister left, Zhan Ying slowly raised her head to look at Fu Zhuo, and said in a low voice, "You recognize me, what's the matter with me?"

Fu Zhuo's eyes stared straight at the child in his arms, without answering his words, he spit out a few words: "This child is a bastard of the Demon Race, I will kill it for you."

Zhan Ying's expression became colder, and his fingers were placed on the sword at his waist, as if he wanted to attack an uninvited guest of unknown origin, Fu Zhuo.

Fu Zhuo sneered, even in an illusion, he could still kill him. Thinking like this, Fu Zhuo was about to condense a magic fog in his palm.

But I heard the other party say: "You are a mortal, I will not shoot at a mortal, you go."

Fu Zhuo was stunned for a while, but just about to laugh out loud, he suddenly realized that he really couldn't condense the magic fog.

Yes, he forgot that madman Yan Xuan and dug out his spiritual core. Fu Zhuo's eyes were gloomy.

"Zhan Ying, I advise you to kill that child, or he will definitely kill you when he grows up in the future." Fu Zhuo narrowed his eyes and warned.

He probably understood what Yan Xuan wanted to do, and it was nothing more than wanting to take revenge on him. But Fu Zhuo will never shake his killing intent towards Zhan Ying.

Absolutely not, he thought.

Therefore, Fu Zhuo must completely reveal the face of Da Ying's hypocrisy, because he deserves to be killed, deserve to die.

"It's none of your business." Zhan Ying dropped this sentence, suddenly reached out and grabbed Fu Zhuo's collar and pulled him up, "Whoever sent you, go down the mountain, I don't kill mortals."

Fu Zhuo was extremely disgusted by his touch, struggled hard, threw his fist out but was turned away by Zhan Ying, getting so close, Zhan Ying suddenly paused, his eyes turned around his face, and suddenly said: "you……"

"Go away!" Fu Zhuo hit him recklessly. Seeing that his fist was about to land on the child, Zhan Ying raised his hand instantly and received a punch from Fu Zhuo with his arm, blocking it.

It was a little painful, but Zhan Ying didn't pay much attention to it, just looked at Fu Zhuo again strangely.

like.

Very similar to Fu Yan.

I didn't see clearly when was far away just now, but when got closer, realized that this person's eyebrows and Fu Yan were exactly the same.

Is it Fu Yan's brother?

No, how is it possible, he is stupid, Fu Yan's brother will not be a mortal.

Zhan Ying's thoughts flowed, and suddenly he stretched out his hand and put Fu Zhuo under his arm, walked towards the direction of Yunqing Mountain, and said lightly: "It seems that you don't want to go, then follow me to Yunqing Mountain and sit down." He wanted to understand this. person's identity.

Not far away, Yi Ning was slightly stunned. It turned out that his Yunqing Mountain used to live there.

However, it is a bit ridiculous that Fu Zhuo is held by the head like this.

"Go away!" Fu Zhuo lost his spiritual core and even his demonic energy, so he couldn't get rid of Zhan Ying's shackles at all. After struggling for a while, he still couldn't escape Zhan Ying's arm, and was ruthlessly thrown at the door of the Yunqing Mountain Hall.

No matter what happened, Zhan Ying held the child firmly. At this time, he slowly put the child on the soft couch. In a place where Fu Zhuo couldn't see, he tapped the child's head with his fingertips. .

That look seems to say, be nice.

The child blinked and stretched out his little hand to reach for his fingers, but couldn't. The corners of Zhan Ying's mouth twitched slightly, and he withdrew his fingers.

"You're courting death!" Fu Yan gritted his teeth, but he was interrupted abruptly as soon as he finished speaking.

Zhan Ying turned his head back, his face sank, and he didn't make a sound, just put a finger on his lips.

Fu Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and then saw Zhan Ying slowly covering the child with the thin quilt, and then got up and said in a low voice, "Go out."

Still in the midst of the surprise that Zhan Ying's gentle movements brought him, Fu Zhuo actually asked him to pull himself out like this.

The child is asleep.

Yi Ning looked at the child on the couch, the long and thick eyelashes hung down on his cheeks, and the small round face looked very soft, it was hard to imagine that this child would be Fu Zhuo.

Sect Leader, even if he was tricked into getting this child, he should still like this child very much.

Then why did you send Fu Zhuo away in the first place?

If he stayed by his side, presumably... the sect master would be able to teach him well.

Just like Yi Ning.

"What are you pretending to do?" Fu Yan stared at him gloomily, "Do you think I don't know what you want to do, kill your mother and send your children, maintain your reputation, show the immortal respect, the fake skin on your body is not disgusting after wearing it for a long time Is it?"

Zhan Ying looked at him in confusion, before saying for a long time, "Since just now, I have wanted to know what exactly you are talking about."

Fu Zhuo:  …

Seeing that he was silent, Zhan Ying retracted his gaze, looked at the misty clouds in the distance, and said softly, "No matter who you are, what purpose you are, or what you want to know, I will not send him away."

Fu Yan was most disgusted by his appearance. It was obviously that he personally asked to send him away, and even sent him twice.

From the South Keze exhibitor to the disgusting hell on earth.

Right now, I dare to say in front of him - I won't send him away.

How funny.

"Who are you from Fu Yan?" The reason why Zhan Ying left Fu Yan was just to inquire about this.

Fu Zhuo didn't answer his words at all, Zhan Ying had to give up, and the two were silent for a long time in the stagnant air.

After a long while, Zhan Ying said hesitantly: "Actually, there is one more thing I want to ask, what do children eat in the mortal world? Is it milk?"

Fu Zhuo: ...?

Yi Ning held his forehead, they were all the same master and apprentice. Although the sect master had lived in the human world for a long time, he did not pay attention to world affairs at all and focused on cultivation. Not knowing these things is normal.

And Fu Zhuo frowned. Although he didn't want to talk to Tong Zhanying, he just wanted to kill him immediately, but he still wanted to say: "You think I'm here to help you? Let me tell you, I'm here to kill you. Either you kill me, or I kill you."

How could this beast not notice at all, and even trust him, a stranger he just met?

Zhan Ying gave a "uh" and looked up at the sky.

"Feel."

Fu Zhuo's face was so heavy that he could condense his substance, and he looked at him coldly. He would like to hear what Zhanying will say.

Zhan Ying turned his head to the side, met his eyes and said, "By feeling, you have a fate with me, and I won't kill you."

Something in the bloodline tells him that he cannot kill the person in front of him.

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