Lao Dao stared at the scale insect with the corner of his eye, the whites of his eyes were shining, and when she completely crawled out of the tiger's ears, his body suddenly sank down, turned into a handful of fine sand again, and moved towards the scale insect silently.
Yan Niang had already seen that Lao Dao was gone, but now that the cold wind was gusting, and there was sand and dust all around, she couldn't tell that the dust was the embodiment of Lao Dao.
As she hesitated, she felt something prick her tail, numb and painful, as if a grain of sand had penetrated into the cracks of the scales.
She was startled and swung her long tail desperately, but the sand and gravel were so fine that they stuck to the scales and were so tight that they couldn't get rid of it.
In the panic, a voice came from his ear, with a little indifference in the coldness, "Lin Jingyin, you are the most difficult opponent I have ever met, after you die, there is a lot less fun in this world."
As soon as the words changed, the voice suddenly became a little more ruthless, "But if you live one more day, I won't be able to sleep peacefully for a day, so today, I can only give you a ride, and by the way, I will let you reunite with him in the underworld." ” As soon as the words snapped, the sand wrapped around the slender scaleworm, filling all her scales and burrowing down the gaps towards her.
The scale worm writhed desperately in the grit, the pale cyan halo on her body was gone, and her whole body was dull and gray, no different from an ordinary long worm.
She could feel the grit wrap around her tighter and tighter, priing up the scales all over her body and burrowing into her body along the flesh underneath Before her consciousness vanished, a man appeared in front of her, walking in a dragon and walking with extraordinary vision, dressed in silver armor and holding a long stick.
She was separated from him by a pool of clear water, and when she peeked at him from below, she also saw the goldfinch that had been hovering overhead for days.
In her panic, she turned into a scale insect and tried to hide in the mud, but Garuda spotted her and let out a soft roar in the air, like an arrow falling from the sky.
She thought she was going to die under the sharp claws of the bird, but the man suddenly jumped into the water, and his burly figure blocked the beak and claws of the sacred bird, protecting her underneath.
At that moment, she understood what it was like to be guarded.
Now, she is once again at the point of life and death, but the person who is willing to protect her with his life has long been far away.
"Brother," she closed her eyes calmly, no longer struggling, "Brother, I'm here to accompany you." ” There was a chaotic sound of horses' hooves, and faintly, a figure seemed to flash in front of her eyes, like a floating red light, covering her head.
"There are spirits in the south of Chu, with 500 years old as spring, 500 years old as autumn, 500 years old as a flower, 500 years a fruit, flowers bloom and soul gathers, and the fruit is wronged and killed.
Demon Dao, you have killed countless lives, and you will eventually be rewarded, and today is the time for you to pay for your blood debts. ” She recognized the voice, and she struggled to open her eyes and look at him from below.
He is long and gentle, like a spring breeze through the cold winter.
He wasn't him, but at this moment, he and his shadow slowly overlapped, turning into a dissolving silhouette that covered her heart.
Under Yan Niang's gaze, Cheng Muyou slowly raised the branch in his hand, it was crowned like a canopy, red like a flame, even in the night, it was bright and vibrant, as if it was the only color between heaven and earth.
"This is the Wraith?"
Yan Niang unconsciously said these two words, but when she said the name, the grit on her body suddenly loosened, fell to the ground along the scales, swirled and reunited, and turned into an old-fashioned appearance.
His face was full of horror, and he secretly glanced at the branch in Cheng Muyou's hand from the corner of his eye, then staggered forward, staggering forward, as if he was followed by a flood beast, which could put him to death in an instant.
"Demon Dao, you don't want to escape."
The right ear leaped through the air, and it held a tin staff, forming a perfect half-arc in the air, and slashed straight at the top of the old man's head.
When Lao Dao heard the noise, he turned away from it and fought with his right ear, but he was extremely jealous of the spirit wood, and he lost an arm, so he was not the opponent of his right ear, and he was forced to retreat by it, and he was unable to parry.
"Madam," Cheng Muyou's voice floated from above his head, he leaned down and squatted down, holding the bloodied scale insect in his hand, and said softly, "Why are you so badly injured?"
” Before he could finish speaking, his hand was suddenly slapped heavily, and the scale worm fell to the ground again, curled up in a ball in the gravel.
"Mu You, do you know who she is, she is a traitor to the imperial court, she deliberately approached you just to find evidence and put our Cheng family to death, are you crazy, why do you want to save her?"
Cheng Muyou looked at the father who yelled at him, and suddenly there was a trace of pity in his grief and indignation: Cheng Dexuan's hair was flying, his eyes were fierce, and his old eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he was almost crazy, and he was no longer the polite appearance he had before.
"Evidence?
Father, what evidence is she looking for?
Evidence of your poisoning?
Evidence that you poisoned the Emperor?
Cheng Muyou approached him step by step, almost sticking to his body, "Father, you stop, now stop the precipice, your sins will not deepen any further." ” Cheng Dexuan was stunned, stared at Cheng Muyou for a long time, and suddenly laughed a few times, "What are you talking about?"
Mu You, everything I do is for you, for the Cheng family, what qualifications do you have to teach me?
You are least qualified to teach me.
He suddenly turned his head sideways, looked at the spirit branch that Cheng Muyou was holding tightly in his hand, and grabbed it and threw it on the ground while he was unprepared, "What kind of broken branch is this, a broken branch, it can ruin my good deeds." ” When the "ghost" landed, it was trampled on by Cheng Dexuan a few times, the branches were broken into a few knots, and the red cloud-like "leaves" were also stained with mud and turned into a gray-black mud ball.
"What is this?
Cotton cotton?
Cheng Dexuan stared at the "mud ball" under his feet, his face was suspicious, and he hesitated to say his inference, suddenly, a bright light flashed in his eyes, he gasped, and when Cheng Muyou didn't have time to stop it, he turned his head to look at the old Dao who had been beaten by his right ear, and shouted loudly, "Dao Chief, this branch is not a ghost at all, it is fake, it is dyed with Zhu Jing's cotton, and they deliberately created it to scare you." ”