Poison of the Human Panacea

Bai Yan was groggy and dreamed.

In the dream, he seemed to be in the snow and ice, and the cold wind blew around, but he could not feel the cold, and his body was floating in the air, like the same soul. He opened his eyes, and everywhere he saw was the vast white snow. The sky was infinite, the sky above him was so high that the cold stars were extinguished, like countless pairs of gentle eyes.

Is he ... dead?

Bai Ai murmured to himself and flew up to the sky, but suddenly felt his feet were caught in a line and could not fly. He looked down and saw a thin red line on his ankle. He bent down, curiously, and dragged the red thread, which was as thin as a wire but as tough as a reed, and it took several laps, and he couldn't break it anyway. --what is this? Is the old red line?

He looked down the line, looking through the vast clouds to see the indistinct figure below.

"Hey ..."

"Her ... are you coming back?"

This is ... Wu Yanfu's voice?

Bai Yan immediately grabbed the red thread, trying to tear it, but scratched his hand.

"Woo ... it hurts!"

"Sir ... please, come back?"

——Beg him? Begging him?

How did he kneel before this old devil and begged him not to send him away?

He must let Wu Yanfu break the red line himself! Doesn't death make him die now?

What did he owe him in the last life?

Bai Yan reluctantly floated down the red line, flew towards the figure below, and flew over an icy lake. When he got close, he could see the situation of Wu Yanfu, and he couldn't help but hesitated.

He was kneeling there, naked, with snow all over his body, and his skin was frozen white, like an ice sculpture, but a man wrapped in a thick fox fur coat was tightly in his arms.

That gesture is like a dying man holding his life-saving straw, and he doesn't want to let go.

But the person in Wu Yanfu's arms was not someone else, but ... he was white.

"Mr ... Mr ..."

Because of this faint cry, he can tell that the man in front of him is still alive.

"Hey, what are you shouting? What are you doing here holding me?"

Bai Yan fell in front of him, raised a few snowflakes, and felt his arrival. The man's eyelids shook, and the ice flowers condensed on the eyelashes fell on the jade carving cheeks, slowly opening his eyes. The blood under his eyes was so dense that it seemed like he hadn't slept for a few nights. At this moment, there was a light shining from the dark eyes, and he shot straight at him, but his sight seemed to penetrate his body and shot to his rear.

Bai Yan realized that he couldn't see him.

This may be a dream or a memory he forgot.

And he can never know the answer to this question from Wu Yanfu's mouth.

He followed Wu Yanfu's gaze and looked back. There was a hole in the ice lake. Inside the cave was a naked corpse, covered with ghost vines, and white hair spread out on the water.

Even if he doesn't have to look closely, he can determine who that person is.

This is ... what is this doing?

Bai Yan heard the words of the old shaman.

Could this be the scene of the icy lake with ghost vines in the Sume Valley, where the old devil is renewing his life for the medicine man? But why did the old devil hold him like this and call his name?

"Master Bai, respect for the teacher really treats you."

An old voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Bai Ao turned around and saw a figure of an aunt standing in front of him, turned out to be an old shaman.

"Elder, you, why are you here?"

"Bai Jiazhu, you do n’t have to think that you will have this dream, you will see the old psychic, also because you are already dying, half-human, half-ghost, soul free, so you will remember the last time the soul was free What you see outside the body and later forget it. "

Bai Yan watched Wu Yanfu hug his own aftershock, his heart shook suddenly.

"Last time ... Could it be, have I ever been born again?"

The old shaman nodded his head, and sighed longly, saying, "It's inconvenient to speak frankly, but presumably the leader Bai can also guess what your Master did for you that year."

Bai Yan shook his head in disbelief, didn't he ... killed him by mistake?

No, he will not forgive Wu Yanfu, nor will he regret frustrating him!

Holding the cane, the old shaman approached him slowly, and stretched out a withered hand.

"Master Bai, now that you know what happened, it's time to let go of your demon and let old death lead you to death. Having old death as an extradition can save you from suffering in hell."

"Thank you elders, why did the elders help me so?"

"Everyone in the martial arts regards you as a demon, but they have lived hundreds of years old and read countless people. At a glance, you can see that you are not a villain. You want to be a demon with too much heart. That's how you are. However, you don't need to use human bones and rosary to save yourself, but to save people, it is the old man's heart to move away. "

"So ... then please elder ..."

Bai Yan reached out his hand hesitantly, remembered something, and shrank back.

"But I have a few more hopes. Elder, do I still have time?"

"Also, if you don't want to leave yet, just go through the last few days, and when you reach the end of your life, you will see the old one again." Then, the shaman old witch fluttered his sleeves and disappeared in an instant.

"Hey! Hey!" At this moment, a voice sounded behind him, and an invisible force dragged him backwards, causing him to return to his body and wake up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he faced a cold light Yujian mask nearby.

The deep blue eyes between the holes in the mask fixedly stared at him. The man lay on his side, trapped him in the crotch formed by the arms, and wondered how long he kept watching him.

The memory of a moment ago flashed through Bai's mind. He was scared to shrink back, fell down on the couch, but was dragged back to the couch. Wu Yan floated underneath, but he did not want to look at him. group.

"You ... you are ... yes ..."

Wu Yanfu bowed his head to his ear: "It's for the teacher."

Bai Yan held his head with both hands, his knees curled up, and he frightened into a smaller ball, like a pangolin. But with such a movement, there was a faint pain in his hips, reminding him of what had just happened, and he secretly tried to gather the internal force. Sure enough, there was no movement in Qihai-there was no trace of vitality left.

The heart seemed to fall into the ice **** for a moment.

He looked pale, waved his palms, and slammed into the man's chest, roaring.

"Why ... why do you take away the only thing I can rely on?"

Wu Yanfu easily grasped his wrists and pulled them apart, as if he wanted to remove his helmet shell, but the boy just wanted to protect himself more tightly, with his head lowered, don't put it aside, his face The closer he got, the tighter the boy's body contracted, his breathing became quicker, and his body trembled.

"... how cruel you are!"

"Cruel? The skill on your body seems to have been captured by the teacher's heart?"

Bai Yan gritted his teeth without squeaking.

"Why is it necessary to get back your own decades of skill for the teacher? It's just ..." Wu Yanfu stared at the imprint of his eyebrows, murmured with ambiguous ears, "The method is overused."

Okay, a good way to go too far. Bai Yan closed his eyes and squeezed a few words out of his teeth: "When ... when ... would you leave the body of Tian Yao?"

"You're looking forward to leaving for the teacher so much?" Wu Yanfu reached out and rubbed his cheek, his voice soft and suffocating. "Unfortunately, I have already occupied this body for the teacher, and I have been with you.

What do you mean? Bai Yan stunned, like a horse honeycomb exploded in his head.

"You mean, you ... you ..."

"Yes, for the teacher is to borrow the body to return the soul, since you will kill for the teacher, you become a medicine man for the teacher." Wu Yanfu sighed, took his hand, squeezed his soft knuckles, " These days, my teacher has suffered a lot of slap in the face. It's really painful to have Xiao Chou's paw hit someone. "

Bai Ye flashed through the scenes with him in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he was ashamed and astonished. If Mang was on his back, he just wanted to find a place to drill in and escape, and he didn't want to stay with Wu Yanfu for a moment.

"Terrified? When you are going to frustrate your teacher, aren't you brave?"

"..."

"Why didn't you find Xiaoyueer so powerful as a teacher before?"

"..."

"Hey ..."

Bai Yan couldn't bear it, covering his ears: "Don't cry! You let me go! You are resurrected, Wu Gong is also taken back, what else do you want? I have nothing, only this cheap life!"

"What do you want for your teacher?" Wu Yanfu clasped the boy's soft neck, only to feel like a fish that would slip away from his palm at any time. . "

Bai stunned for a moment, and an infinite rush came out of his heart. He turned away and laughed mockingly.

He hasn't had a few days to live, and he has pulled out his minions again, but he wants to be with him?

"Master ... Yihua only blooms in a single moment in her life. If she misses the flowering period, she misses it forever. Once she declines, even if it is made of wine, it can only make people drunk for a short time. Where can you stay drunk?"

Wu Yanfu felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, only to feel that the little baby seemed to say goodbye to himself, and he could not help tightening his fingers on the back of his neck. You can't fool your little fox's tail. When touched as a teacher, it shakes cheerfully. "

After all, his hand slid down the back of his neck and fell all the way to the little cartilage.

"Do not touch me!"

Bai Yan bit his arm with a savage bite, struggled to turn over to the bed, and retreated to the door. As soon as Wu Yanfu raised his arm, he tightened his waist and fell into Wu Yanfu's arms in an instant.

"Uh-"

At this moment, a sudden string of earth-shattering sounds came from outside the gate, and the drums sounded through the clouds, and it was precisely the moment when the Wulin Conference was about to end, announcing who the hegemony was.

Bai Yan heard the drums of war, his heart resigned unwillingly, his fingers fisted, and his nails were carved into the palm.

Wu Yanfu shot his acupuncture point, hugged the person back to the couch, and whispered, "Wait for the first time as a teacher, and the teacher will soon take you away from this place of right and wrong, to a place you will like local."