Chapter 74(3/3)
He raised his head and hit Dingyou with his face!
Both ends of the silver needle were as sharp as bee-tailed scorpion claws, and it stinged into Dingyou's left eye.
Dingyou's facial muscles stiffened for a few moments, and until the hot blood flowed down his eye sockets, he took a few steps back in disbelief, covering his almost bursting eyes, screaming in pain.
When Dingyou screamed in pain, Feng Rugu laughed unscrupulously.
He laughed so happily, except for one eye bleeding and closed, and his facial features were not distorted. He was a beautiful, pale madman who was not afraid of heaven and earth.
"I had nothing! Nothing... nothing!" Feng Rugu smiled intermittently, "Thank you for the needle you gave me!"
The Bloody Pig scolded him in panic: "You crazy man! Be honest!"
Feng Rugu smiled and said crazy: "Sorry, I just can't be honest!"
Dingyou broke one eye for no reason and was urgently carried back for treatment.
The bloody disciple of Dingyou knew that his sect leader attached great importance to the madman named Feng and did not dare to whip or punish him, so he simply shacked him back to his original position and waited for the sect leader to give the order to be sent.
Feng Rugu was lying on the ground with an iron chain pillow, quietly feeling the changes in his body.
Before, in order to create a magical formation, he used the Guixu Heart Art to absorb too much demonic energy.
After the vein was sealed, the demonic energy was also sealed into his body, hiding quietly, and his spiritual vein did not disturb each other.
The eyes are the orifice of the body. Once this orifice is broken, the demonic energy will break into the spiritual vein like a gust.
But Feng Rugu doesn't care anymore.
He thought that tonight was not considered to be a complete loss.
Thinking of this, he happily fell asleep or fainted.
Anyway, for him now, there is no need to distinguish the difference between these two.
He slept for a long time.
Perhaps while he was sleeping, Ding You pulled him out and cut him for more than a dozen times.
However, Feng Rugu has no sense of consciousness and has long known what tonight and what year to this year.
He thought, he might be dying.
After realizing this level, Feng Rugu sorted out his short life in half and half awake, and found that he had done things that many people might not have had the chance to do in their lifetime, so he couldn't help but feel much more at ease.
However, he suddenly realized that he had not had time to explain and let everyone love him.
This is a big deal.
Feng Rugu turned over, dipped his blood, and wrote a sincere word on his clothes, thinking that someone might be able to see it in the future.
But this is just a dream.
In his dream, he also saw many warm scenes of the past.
He saw Xiao Hongchen pulling the corner of his clothes and calling him "dad's kiss" in a short loud voice.
He saw his parents embracing each other and practicing calligraphy, while the old nanny held a cool watermelon and called her young master all over the yard.
He saw his master and his wife landing in front of him like a god.
He saw Junior Sister Yan, who was covered in medicine, carrying a squirrel on her shoulders, sitting on the swing to play the flute.
When he saw him sleeping with his senior brother on the first night after entering the mountain, he praised his senior brother for his fragrance, Chang Boning's face turned slightly red.
Somehow, the familiar fragrance of azaleas floated from his nose again.
Warm, a little sweet, if it has substance.
Soon, the sound of shackles falling from the ground came from his ears, and his hands and feet became much looser, making him feel that he was about to float up.
Feng Rugu opened his left eye, closed it again, and opened it again.
He whispered: "...Senior Brother?"
"...Ruiyuan." The dreamer was crying, as if he was treating a piece of fragile glass, and he only dared to gently hold his face with his hands, "Ruiyuan, senior brother is here."
Feng Rugu moved his body: "Don't touch me... I'm covered in blood."
Chang Boning in his dream did not resist at all. He knelt on his knees, pressed his forehead tenderly against him, and whispered to him: "It's okay, my senior brother is covered in blood. Those who harm you have been killed by your senior brother. Don't be afraid as usual."
Feng Rugu thought, it was really a dream.
How could a senior brother kill someone?
However, this dream was so good that it was uneasy.
Perhaps it’s the same as the one who dies, the last dream that a person has before his death.
Chang Boning in the dream said something Feng Rugu couldn't understand at this moment: "The devil's way completely closed the door to the 'Life', and even Uncle Thirty-fourth could do nothing... He couldn't find you, we couldn't find you..."
"It took three months for the master to enter the pass, and he almost became obsessed with the cultivation... Fortunately, he was shocked and safe. After leaving the pass, he finally reached the realm of a saint. He used his unborn cultivation to directly crack the 'remaining world'..."
Feng Rugu didn't want to listen to those things, so he hooked his neck and blew into his ears.
Maybe this is the last time he has acted coquettishly in his life.
So he tried his best and said in a crying voice: "Senior brother, I feel in pain, I feel in pain."
In reality, Chang Boning felt so distressed that he was about to break, and tears fell down his face.
Those young fellow Taoists who were still alive were taken out, and the seriously injured Jing Sanchai was also taken away by his master.
At this time, only Chang Boning and Feng Rugu were left in the cell.
Chang Boning took off his coat, wrapped the seal properly, picked up a treasure, and hugged him in his arms: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it won't hurt anymore. Senior brother takes you home."
He turned around, hugged Feng Rugu, stepped over the numerous corpses, and did not lower his head, and walked towards a ray of light not far away.
Every demonic blood corpse was penetrated by flowers, and died like a beehive, extremely miserable.
Chapter completed!