Chapter 147 146. Wuxiang Ancient Ancestor, a wedding banquet (8.1K words - please subscribe for the big chapter)
On the top of the snow mountain, Song Yan was holding a phaseless mask. Even though his spiritual consciousness had clearly detected it, he still did not dare to put on this mask-like treasure easily, so he spent some time heading to the edge of the evil place. I want to find a suitable person to help him try on the mask.
He will always take the trouble to do anything that can reduce risks through time.
On this day, the light snow cleared, and some mundane villages were faintly visible in the distance. The snow-covered autumn wheat straw stacks were so short that they were only one person tall. They were located in the golden and warm sunshine, showing a kind of warmth. color.
There are children chasing and playing around the haystacks, with red faces, throwing snowballs, and giggles coming from afar
This scene made Song Yan suddenly calm down, feeling an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart, and a cheerful smile appeared on his lips.
But then he couldn't help but wonder, how could there be a mortal village here?
After thinking for a moment, he suddenly realized that he had already crossed the entire evil land and the mountains, and arrived at the other side of the Ghost Evil Gate.
This is a place called "Southern Flower City".
It may be unfamiliar to say "South Flower City", but if it is said that this is the place where the Southern Sect of the "Thousand Crane Sect" was built, it will be much more familiar.
The Thousand Cranes Sect is the protector sect of the Chu Kingdom. The Northern Sect is in the imperial capital. Even if the Southern Sect only attempts to establish it, it will only be located in a large city of the Chu Kingdom on a mysterious vein.
This city is Nanhua City.
He came here unknowingly.
Song Yan shook his head. He didn't think there was anyone "suitable to help him test the phaseless mask" in this place.
But just in case, I let go of my consciousness and started walking and searching.
In a dark little forest.
The three demon cultivators looked at the city in the distance through the trees while communicating quickly.
"The Thousand Cranes Sect wants to establish its sect here, but has it ever asked us?"
"Although our Demonic Cultivation Alliance is powerful, we can't let the Thousand Cranes Sect become a climate!"
"I heard that the ancestor of the Guisha Sect is extremely generous nowadays, but anyone who does something will be heavily rewarded. Why don't we set up an ambush near Nanhua City and see if we can catch any little kid who is out alone? Son, it would be a great achievement to go back and ask about the situation in the city.”
"Okay, wonderful, this is actually not difficult to do. Someone will do it sooner or later, but if we do it first, we will definitely be rewarded, hehehehe"
"Then please cheer up and see which unlucky guy will come out in the near future. If not, grab a beautiful furnace first"
The words have not yet fallen, but they can no longer fall.
Just because a mysterious robed man suddenly appeared in front of the three demon cultivators.
The man was wrapped in a face-covering cloak, and as soon as he appeared, the three of them were unable to breathe and move, as if they were frozen.
But what froze them was not the cold, but a trembling that came from their souls.
To them, the terrifying power is already beyond that of a king, like a demon.
The devil threw out a mask.
The demon cultivator on the opposite side caught it almost subconsciously.
The devil said calmly: "Put it on."
The demon cultivator didn't dare, but the demon god's words seemed to have magical power. He didn't dare to disobey, or even say a few words to beg for mercy.
Fear and awe have caused him to lose even the ability to speak.
The demon cultivator's mind went blank, but his hands obeyed the demon god's words and put on the mask honestly.
After several breaths, nothing happened to him.
Song Yan said: "Try it."
Mo Xiu hurriedly started trying.
For a moment, his face changed as he pleased. He was now male, now female, and now another look. Although his body shape and state of mind remained unchanged, his face changed so much that even Song Yan couldn't tell. The slightest flaw.
In other words, if the demonic cultivator transformed into a woman's face in front of him, he would have no chance of discovering that the face was fake unless he held it in front of him and carefully explored the face with his hands and consciousness.
Song Yan said: "What else?"
The demon cultivator gasped for a long time and then said: "The skills are much better."
Song Yan said: "What else?"
The demon cultivator shook his head.
Song Yan waited for a short moment, took off the phaseless mask from the face of the demon cultivator, and tried it on the other two people. After confirming that it was okay, he split the light into three rays with a sword, and activated the bone-eroding sword energy instantly, cutting the three The person turned into three pools of rotten water, and then slowly put the phaseless mask on his face.
After trying it for a while, I found that the face can change according to my heart, which is much better than the illusion of the multi-tailed fox clan.
Although the body shape cannot be changed and the aura cannot be restrained, once the appearance of the face changes, it is extremely difficult to detect.
The demon cultivator he just killed was only at the Xuanxuan level, but after putting on the phaseless mask to change his appearance, even though he was in the Purple Mansion realm, he couldn't see that there was anything wrong with that person's face.
This is really scary, and it really deserves the word "no form".
For him, this is an extremely "match". Although it cannot completely replace "illusion", it is safer and more reliable than "illusion". Even if there is a powerful person, it cannot be seen through.
In addition, there is actually a small spiritual world hidden in this mask, which is like a high tower in a library.
Song Yan looked at it quickly and found that although the spells were not massive, they were still numerous, no less than a sect's book collection. The most important point was that "the upper limit of the spells here is quite high."
There are Lianxuan and Jianggong.
There are early, middle and late stages of Zifu.
There are even divine infants.
It can be said that with this mask, Song Yan lacks everything in terms of skills, and he can practice all the way to the divine infant realm.
He came to the bookshelf at the early stage of Zi Mansion and quickly pulled out three volumes of spell books.
The first volume is "The Star Finger".
Volume 2 "The Hand that Shakes the Sky".
The third volume is "The Bow of Mountains and Rivers".
Each of these three volumes is quite mysterious, and they are also the use of Zifu's initial power.
Song Yan quickly scanned it.
"Star Finger" makes killing thoughts no longer dull and easy to dodge. When practiced to the highest level, it can also make killing thoughts form a faint formation between each other, which has the effect of trapping people. Every time you use it, the opponent's foothold will be reduced by one circle. Want to escape? No way.
If Zhang Han had mastered this spell, Song Yan would have had no hope of counterattack, because he would have been trapped when Zhang Han made his first move and would never be able to get closer.
The "Heaven-Shaking Hand" allows the practitioner to burst out far beyond ordinary killing thoughts in a short period of time, condense the killing thoughts into one place, and fall from the sky, with extremely amazing power.
If we compare it with the bloody hands that Song Yan learned from the "Ghost Infant Manual". The bloody hand is like a "chicken's claw", while the sky-shaking hand is like a "bear's paw".
"Mountain and River Bow" is an early Zi Mansion spell specifically aimed at "sitting in the mysterious heart". As the name suggests, the mountain and river bow uses mountains and rivers as the bow and the thoughts of killing as the arrows. Once the bow and arrow are drawn, both the range and power are extremely terrifying.
However, sitting upright and profound is the prerequisite. Because only if you sit in Xuanxin and draw on the power of mountains and rivers can you perform this technique.
Song Yan felt joyful in her heart.
These three spells really made up for his dilemma of "entering the Zi Mansion but being unable to cast it".
He looked up at the magic bookshelf in the middle stage of Zifu, but found that there was a barrier between them.
After thinking for a moment, he understood.
If you don't reach the realm, you are not allowed to look at it.
This is also a measure used by the ancestors of the Wuxiang clan to prevent their descendants from being too ambitious and obsessed with things.
But as Song Yan looked back, he suddenly discovered a strange place.
There seems to be a vague mist at the top of the early bookshelf of Zi Mansion.
In the mist, there is a vague volume lying quietly.
I can't see the name clearly, but looking at its appearance and placement, it's probably on top of "Star Finger", "Heaven-Shaking Hand", and "Mountain River Bow".
He looked towards the direction of Jiang Palace and found that there was such a special place on all the bookshelves, and there were even two or three books behind some fog.
He thought for a moment and quickly raised his hand to grab it.
But as soon as he touched the mist, the mist was like a frying pan meeting a fire, setting off a prairie fire in an instant. The invasion changed from floating quietly to rolling upwards, forming a golden light spot the size of a sesame seed.
Song Yan had some memories of this golden light spot. After he killed Grandma Zhu before, the same light spot appeared in Grandma Zhu's body.
As the memory passed by, the light spot expanded rapidly, and like a magic trick, a white-haired old man with a kind face and a kind face appeared.
And the volumes of books also disappeared.
Song Yan looked at the white-haired old man.
The old man was also looking at him.
Suddenly, Song Yan bowed respectfully and said: "Junior Tang Fan, I have met my senior. I wonder if my senior is an ancestor of my Wuxiang clan?"
The old man looked at him, his benevolent expression had disappeared, and he frowned and said: "If you were really my descendant, how could you not have the innate inheritance of my family? How could you not be able to touch this top-level secret technique and wake me up?"
Song Yan looked at this old man, and he already had some guesses in his heart. He was afraid that he was not a strong person among the seniors of Tang Fan in the Wuxiang Ancient Clan. Before the deadline, he used secret techniques to lock his thoughts into the Wuxiang Mask. Guide the younger generations and become a "portable grandpa".
However, he did not panic. He sighed and said with shame: "It was taken away by thieves. I am ashamed of my ancestors."
The old man was stunned for a moment and said: "Tell me in detail."
Song Yan naturally couldn't say anything complicated. He just said that foxes and wolves were causing trouble in the south of Chu State, and he had no choice but to go south to avoid trouble. In the process of avoiding trouble, he fell in love with a girl named Myolie, and was taken to a certain place by Myolie for a date, and then suddenly fell into a coma. When he woke up again, he found that he no longer had the innate inheritance of the Wuxiang Clan.
The old man looked gloomy and said: "What sect does Xing'er belong to?"
Song Yan was silent for a while and said: "Ancestor, although Miss Xing'er is a demon cultivator, she is by no means a bad person, and she will not harm me. What's more, when I woke up, I found Xing'er also unconscious. There are even signs of being soul-searched. If she hadn’t been lucky, she would have gone crazy.”
There was quite a bit of excitement in his words.
The old man lowered his eyes with an unpredictable expression. He was silent for a long time, then sighed and said, "Just like your father."
Now that they were talking about "Tang Fan's father", Song Yan started to recall memories.
He would not have known these memories, but a man in jail had too much to talk about, so Myolie already knew many of Tang Fan's childhood memories during the chat.
And these memories have now become Song Yan's talk topics.
At the end of the conversation, he sighed: "My parents disappeared suddenly, and I moved with the villagers. It has been many years, but I don't know where my parents are."
The old man said: "Then where did you find this mask?"
Song Yan naturally made preparations early, saying that he would go back to search and find it in the ruins after the earthquake. After that, he excitedly asked about the news about his parents.
The old man said: "My Wuxiang Clan only allows marriages of the same clan, but your father fell in love with a woman from a foreign race, and then left his country and lived incognito. Fortunately, they gave birth to you, and you still have the innate inheritance of my Wuxiang Clan." .
Your father didn't want to make progress, and then he was coveted by a personal servant of the Wuxiang clan, who plotted a sneak attack. The final result was that your father and mother died in the hands of that servant. But after he succeeded, the servant was accidentally killed by your father.
Your father was supposed to be in the Wuxiang Clan, but he ended up here because of a woman.
Unexpectedly, you are like this too.
Heaven is long, why did my lineage, Feng Chengzi, end like this?
Why? Why? I am really upset! ”
Song Yan lowered his head and murmured, "So that's how it is." But immediately he clenched his fists, raised his head and looked at the ancestor of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan who called himself Feng Chengzi, and thought, "Even if I don't have innate inheritance, I, Tang Fan, can still achieve great things." Avenue!”
Feng Chengzi stroked his white beard and looked at him quietly.
Song Yan's eyes were full of determination and vigor, the vigor of a young man who was fearless.
A long time
Feng Chengzi said: "Okay!"
Then he said: "Although cultivating the Xuan depends on luck and talent, it also depends on personal efforts and character. You have gone through hardships, and although you have lost your talent, you have gained your character. Maybe you can really find a path that our Wuxiang Ancient Clan has never seen before." The path traveled ”
Song Yan clenched his fist and said: "What I have lost, I will definitely take back with my own hands!"
Feng Chengzi showed a happy smile and praised three times: "Good, good!"
After praising it, he added: "Good boy, now I will teach you the secret technique to refine the mask. Let it be connected with your soul, manifest it with one thought, and withdraw it with one thought. This will also prevent you from being coveted by people with evil intentions."
Song Yan said respectfully: "Old ancestor, please speak, and the younger generation will listen attentively."
After a moment, a secret technique was introduced into Song Yan's mind.
This secret technique may not be directly displayed on the panel because it is just a "special refining method for the phaseless mask".
Feng Chengzi nodded and said: "Good boy, please refine it. The key method is to separate the soul and touch the core of the Soul Book Pavilion here, so that it can be incorporated into your soul."
Song Yan nodded.
He closed his eyes for a moment and said silently: 'Use this secret technique to refine the formless mask. ’
[Your soul entered the phaseless mask, and under the guidance of the thoughts of the divine infant of the ancient human race, it entered the core of the phaseless mask. When you are about to touch the core place, the thought of the ancient human race's divine infant suppresses you. You begin to transform into a formless mask slave and return longevity]
Song Yan opened his eyes and glanced at the amiable Feng Chengzi next to him.
The old man was neither impatient nor urging, but just showed a kind of expectation for the younger generation.
Song Yan couldn't help but thought to herself: 'Old man, your acting skills are really superb, I didn't see any flaws in it. ’
Seeing his hesitation, Feng Chengzi encouraged him: "Good boy, don't be nervous. Think again about the steps I taught you. If something goes wrong, I am still here and will not let you fail."
Song Yan thought for a moment, and suddenly had an idea. He continued to close his eyes and recited silently again: 'Use this secret technique, together with the Ten Thousand Soul Flags, to refine the formless mask. ’
In an instant, new information emerged.
[You waved the Ten Thousand Souls Flag, and more than two hundred thousand evil ghosts followed the secret technique and entered the formless mask. You blended in and easily reached the core place and touched it. But you have not been able to refine the formless mask because of this, because the core place is not here. The thought of the divine baby from the ancient human tribe was dashing left and right among the evil spirits. Although it was hindered, it still arrived at your side very quickly because it was always near the core place designated by him. He caught you and subdued you. You begin to transform into a formless mask slave and return longevity]
Song Yan:.
As expected of an old man.
Even if there is only one thought, it is difficult to hear the truth!
The traps are one after another.
He kept trying.
[You wave the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and more than 200,000 evil ghosts follow the secret technique and enter the phaseless mask. You mix in among them and take advantage of the chaos to start exploring the real core place. You failed.】
【You failed again】
【You failed again.】
After failing a total of thirteen times, the result finally changed.
[You succeeded, you found the true core place, and you have completely refined the formless mask. Although the divine infant thought of the ancient human race cannot be refined by you, it cannot cause any harm to you]
Feng Chengzi was still encouraging him.
"Good boy, you are my descendant from Tang Feng City. After refining the Wuxiang Mask, you and I will work together to regain what you lost and return to the Wuxiang Clan together." Song Yan nodded and said: " OK, I will try my best.”
Feng Chengzi smiled happily and nodded frequently.
In the next moment, Song Yan raised his hand and scattered the "One Pulse Without Trace Formation" around him.
Although this formation is "outdated", it is still very useful in "obstructing the line of sight".
The Ten Thousand Soul Banner is so powerful that even if he tries his best to control it, it will definitely cause trouble.
But with this formation, it will be much better.
In an instant, an invisible barrier rose up, separating everything within it.
In the next moment, he grabbed his right hand in the void and took out a flag that exuded evil black smoke. He waved it in the wind, and the flag gradually rose up, turned into a length of ten feet, and fell to the ground.
The ghost howl suddenly sounded, and wisps of twisted and elongated evil spirits flew out from the flags. They were densely packed, like black crucian carp crossing the river, and thick smoke billowed like wolf smoke. The traceless formation suddenly disappeared from the sky.
Song Yan raised his hand and pointed at the phaseless mask.
Whoosh whoosh!
Whoosh whoosh!
Countless evil ghosts obeyed the order and crazily burrowed into the formless mask.
Feng Chengzi was waiting for Song Yan to come in. When he saw the first soul entering, he felt happy for a moment, but the joy didn't even last a moment before he froze and felt cold.
Evil spirits appeared in front of him overwhelmingly, like a raging tsunami.
Song Yan naturally followed the ghost tide and went straight to the correct refining location without any hesitation.
When Feng Chengzi saw the ghost tide, he didn't know that the other side was not performing anymore, and he said angrily: "It is harmful to the world, and the world will not tolerate it! Since you, the devil, know so clearly about Xiaofan's affairs, I am afraid that Xiaofan would have suffered a long time ago. Unexpected! Today, with me here, you can’t even think of refining the Formless Mask!”
After saying that, the white-haired old man quickly moved towards the "fake core" he called.
When he reached the "fake core", he tried hard to protect it and repel the attacking evil spirits one by one, as if he was afraid that Song Yan would come.
Until then, he was still fishing.
But Song Yan had already reached the correct "true core".
Within a moment, this formless mask was truly integrated into his soul.
This kind of ancient inheritance that contains the idea of a divine infant is obviously something special. This is the first time Song Yan has seen such a method hidden in the divine soul.
He stood in the Soul Book Pavilion without a mask, waved his hand, and took back the evil ghost in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Then he looked at the white-haired old man in the distance with a smile, and gave a slight salute: "Junior Zhang Han, I have seen the wind." Senior Chengzi.”
The white-haired old man looked at him coldly.
At this moment, he already understood that the phaseless mask that belonged to his lineage had really changed hands.
This kind of thing has never happened before in the history of the Wuxiang Clan!
A feeling of "strange shame and great humiliation" still emerged from his thoughts.
If it weren't for the fact that his idea was to "teach the younger generation" and he couldn't kill people, he would have smashed the evil thief in front of him into thousands of pieces, leaving his bones broken and ashes scattered.
He snorted coldly and said: "You can see the spells outside, but don't even think about touching the core secrets!!
You evil thief, my eyes will be stained if I look at you again!
I don't care, go and take a nap. When you wake up, you, the evil thief, will probably have died miserably.
When the next person who picks up the Wuxiang Mask appears, I can just have a chat with him. ”
With that said, Feng Chengzi was about to disappear.
But he suddenly paused again.
Because Song Yan's light words retained him.
Song Yan said: "Tang Fan is not dead, I will take you to meet him."
Feng Chengzi sneered: "Do you think I will believe it?
As for creating a fake Xiaofan, you are overthinking it.
Every time a person of the Wuxiang tribe is born, his or her parents will awaken the ancestors in the mask, allowing the ancestors to remember the aura of the younger generation.
Even after many years, as long as the name and aura match, it is still correct and passed down. ”
Song Yan smiled and said: "Junior is absolutely telling no lies. Besides, it won't take long anyway. Don't you think so, senior?"
Feng Chengzi was silent for a long time, then suddenly said: "If Xiaofan lives, you will definitely threaten me with him.
I'll pass on the secret technique to you and teach you how to practice it, but you still won't be able to keep Xiaofan in the future.
Do you think I am an ignorant person who would make such a deal with you? ”
Song Yan said: "I really can't guarantee whether Tang Fan can survive, because he has been involved in a bigger incident.
But I promise that I will let him sow an heir before he leaves.
After that, even in that incident, I will try my best to protect him. ”
Feng Chengzi said: "What bigger event?"
Song Yan said: "The soul of the king is at the threshold."
Feng Chengzi asked curiously: "The King's Soul Threshold, what kind of Soul Threshold is this?"
Song Yan told everything about the "King-King Tiger Clan" one by one. After hearing this, Feng Chengzi's expression changed drastically. He said sternly: "As long as you can prevent Xiaofan from going, I will make a deal with you.
Although I don't know how dangerous a place like this is, the upper limit of the danger is too great and unpredictable.
Not to mention Xiaofan, even if the devil like you is gone, there is little chance of survival!
How do you protect him? !
How could you possibly protect him? ?
If you take Xiaofan and escape, I will help you! ”
Song Yan said: "I would have run if I could, but I just can't."
Feng Chengzi was silent again.
After a long time, he said: "After you let me see Xiaofan, I let go of the secret technique that corresponds to your current state, and you find a way to let Xiaofan have an heir. After that, try your best to protect him in the soul of the king." .
If Xiaofan leaves the Soul Throne of the King of Misfortune alive, I will give you all the subsequent secret techniques one by one, and you will be able to watch them when you reach your realm.
By then, with Xiaofan in hand, you don’t have to worry about me breaking my promise.
Apart from this, I don’t believe you. Now that you have become the owner of the Phaseless Mask, external permissions have been opened.
From now on, when you open the permissions, I will watch you and your surroundings with my own eyes to prevent you from cheating again.
Isn't this too much? ”
Song Yan smiled and said: "It's not too much."
As soon as he thought, the scenery outside fell into Feng Chengzi's eyes.
In winter, there is snow, and the forest is white.
The Ten Thousand Souls Flag has been put away, and several pools of rotting water have been submerged in the mud.
The setting sun fell from between the tall trees, illuminating the snowy ground in a brilliant red.
Song Yan ignored the old man in the mask, put on his hood again, glanced in the direction of Nanhua City, and was suddenly stunned.
Because on the city wall in the distance, flying swords suddenly flew out. A line of flying swords flew up like cranes in the clouds, reflecting the twilight glow, and there was a bit of ethereal fairy aura. The leader was Fang Qingmeng.
Behind Fang Qing's dream was Li Huai.
The two stood together with a flying sword.
Li Huai was extremely nervous and motionless behind the flying sword.
In the city gate, a carriage suddenly came out. The carriage stopped under the flying sword, the curtain was opened, and several people familiar to Song Yan jumped out.
Xiaohuan, Shuangyun, and three children
They all waved to the sky with smiles and expectations.
Li Huai, who was originally nervous, seemed to feel something, he also lowered his head and waved downwards.
Song Yan stood in the distance, silently watching their smiles, and then laughed too, murmuring in her heart: "Goodbye."
What he saw, Feng Chengzi naturally followed.
And just when Feng Chengzi thought that the devil would rush over and kill someone, Song Yan suddenly turned around and headed back towards the evil place.
He wants to pass through the evil place and return to the ghost evil gate.
Feng Chengzi asked doubtfully: "Zhang Han, what are you here for? To attack the city and serve as a scout? But it's not like that. You should be able to crush those little guys who leave the city with your hands. Is there someone in the city? The strong one is in charge?”
Song Yan said: "You should wait and see Fanzi."
More than half a month later.
Ghostly door.
Heavenly prison.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
"The ancestor has just returned. He said that you are very important to him. Xing'er wanted to save you, but the consequences were very serious. So, naturally, I had to kill her as a warning to others."
"Ancestor? Which ancestor? Zhang Han?"
"Presumptuous! You can also call the ancestor's name?!"
"Hehehehe. I want to see him." Tang Fan laughed angrily. Seeing that the demon cultivator outside the cage was indifferent, he said sternly, "Otherwise, if I don't do anything, I will make your soul fly away!"
The demon cultivator said: "What do you want to do?"
Tang Fan said: "Although my realm has fallen, I can't escape. But if I don't want to live, I still have a way to do it. Guess, if something happens to me, will the ancestor you talk about skin you and cramp you?"
The demon cultivator was stunned for a moment, his expression changed several times, and he was obviously starting to panic.
Tang Fan looked at Xing'er who was being dragged, and said coldly: "Why don't you let her go? Then... I want to see Zhang Han!"
The demon cultivator rolled his eyes and waved his hands hastily.
Myolie was pushed back into the cage, stumbled close to Tang Fan, and cried silently.
Tang Fan raised his hand to protect her shoulders and said with a gentle expression: "It's okay, it's okay."
The demon cultivator outside the prison left in a hurry and reported.
After a while.
Tang Fan, who was all dirty and shackled, arrived at a luxurious dining room, only to see the ferocious man in black robe sitting in the middle with his golden sword and his legs spread apart, and sitting on one side was a pretty young lady. , he would open his mouth from time to time and let the little lady feed the fruit into her mouth.
As if aware of his entry, the ferocious man in black robe moved his eyes, looked at him, and asked with a smile: "Xiao Tang, can't you get used to being in prison?"
Tang Fan said coldly: "Let Xing'er go."
Song Yan was silent.
Tang Fan said: "To you, Myolie is just a little person who can be killed or not. Let her go."
Song Yan raised his hand and waved, saying: "Come to me."
Tang Fan snorted coldly, but still followed his words and moved forward.
After standing in front of Song Yan, Song Yan shook his legs and raised his soft buttocks.
Yunxiang, with a knowing face, stood up with a sweet smile, bowed slightly to Song Yan, and then stepped back.
Song Yan looked at Tang Fan, and Feng Chengzi was also looking at him.
Song Yanmo asked: "Senior, did you see it clearly?"
Feng Chengzi nodded, but immediately said: "If you violate your oath, you will raise the price from the ground up. Even if you want to kill Xiaofan, or even his descendants, I will never frown and talk nonsense with you."
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Song Yan said "Of course", then looked at Tang Fan, dusted off his clothes and said, "Myolie is just a witch, how much do you know about her? How do you know she is not a bad person who wants to harm you?"
Tang Fan said: "There are some things you won't understand."
Song Yan looked at him quietly.
Tang Fan didn't have to avert his eyes and looked at him.
For a moment, Song Yan stopped saying anything he planned to tease.
He stood up, patted Tang Fan on the shoulder and said, "Then marry her.
You have to follow me to the Throne of the King's Soul. I really don't know if you can come back.
There are three kinds of unfilial piety, the greatest of which is to have no descendants.
Leave the heir, I will let Wu Fangtian regard him as his own son and cultivate him well. ”
Tang Fan was stunned for a moment.
Song Yan said: "If you don't agree, I will have Xing'er killed. She has no value anyway."
Tang Fan was silent for a long time, and in the long sigh of Wuxiang Mask Feng Chengzi, he said firmly: "I agree, but... I have to ask Myolie, if she agrees, then that's okay."
Song Yan said: "Okay, it's up to you."
Tang Fan bowed deeply and said simply: "Thank you."
After that, he turned around and left, his back straight.
"Stupid! Really stupid!" Feng Chengzi roared angrily. At first, he thought that Tang Fan, the devil who performed before, was just pretending, but he didn't expect that he actually acted perfectly and gave a divine performance!
Song Yan said: "He is a nice young man, I started to like him a little bit."
Seven days later.
Auspicious days of the zodiac.
The gloomy Guishamen rarely ushered in a happy celebration.
Red silk was fluttering, the word "囍" was posted, and amidst the sound of firecrackers, fireworks surged into the sky like springs. The colorful colors illuminated the early spring night and made everything warm.
Myolie looks stunning in red makeup.
Tang Fan, however, was toasting in this base camp of evil heretics, drinking heavily and drinking heavily without any sense of restraint.
He drank until tears fell down, but he continued to drink.
Others are drunk.
When you're drunk, you don't know anything.
Xing'er's heart suddenly moved, she moved quietly, and came to a rockery. Looking at Song Yan who was looking up at the moon, she whispered: "Old Ancestor, he is drunk, do you want Xing'er?" Will you serve me first?”
Song Yan looked at her coldly and said, "If you betray him, I won't be able to spare you."
Xing'er was startled and horrified, and said "yes" repeatedly, and then returned to the banquet, standing elegantly, quietly waiting for the end of the night.
(End of chapter)