The first thousand two hundred and ninety-one chapters pay off his debts
Chapter 1,3008 The living can never replace the dead.
"You're out." Murong Yeluo's voice suddenly appeared. He heard his voice first and then saw him again.
"Where are they?" Zheng Feng asked. Murong Yeluo was still there and had not changed much, which at least proved that his retreat was not separated by several eras, but why he didn't see anyone else showing up? This was not in line with common sense.
Murong Yeluo did not immediately answer Zheng Feng's question. He turned his hand and took out hundreds of porcelain bottles. He waved all the porcelain bottles to Zheng Feng and waited for him to receive them.
Zheng Feng looked at Murong Yeluo in confusion, picked up the first bottle in the front row, and opened the cork. A faint smell of blood floated out from the bottle. He sniffed his nose and said, "Master, it's the Blood Essence Meow."
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Zheng Feng couldn't smell the smell, but after opening the cork, he could clearly feel the power of the blood essence in the bottle. Although the porcelain bottle was small, it could hold a whole bottle, which contained the purified blood essence. If he guessed correctly,
, the bottle of blood essence that you are holding in your hand is very likely to reach the level of a king-level divine messenger!
"This is..." Zheng Feng looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand in shock. It was the blood essence of a king-level divine envoy. This bottle of blood essence would cause a lot of competition even among the divine envoys.
Murong Yeluo said calmly: "This is Gongsun Lingyun's blood essence."
Zheng Feng was shocked. Gongsun Lingyun's blood essence was in his hands. Doesn't that mean he has...
He then opened other porcelain bottles and found that all the porcelain bottles contained purified blood essence. The amount seemed small, but blood essence was different from blood. The purified and tempered blood essence could be directly absorbed by him, so there was no need to waste a large amount.
It takes time to purify and assimilate, and the effect is countless times more powerful than directly absorbing blood!
The first bottle is the blood essence of a strong person in the king-level divine envoy realm. Although the following porcelain bottles are not more than the first bottle, they are all the blood essence of the king-level and emperor-level holy realms. Some of them are human and soul.
There are hundreds of bottles full of beasts, which means that hundreds of king-level and emperor-level saints have fallen before they can be gathered together.
"Senior Murong, what do you mean?" Zheng Feng asked calmly. To him, these blood essences are undoubtedly equal to treasures. If you want to get anything, you must pay the same price. No merit will be rewarded, especially Gongsun.
Ling Yun's blood essence, even if Murong Yeluo kills him, it is impossible to give the blood essence to him.
There is no free thing in the world. In fact, free is the most expensive thing, because the favors owed cannot be repaid with money.
"I was just entrusted by someone to return them to you on the day you leave the prison. They originally belonged to you, and now they just return to their original owners. This is her wish, so just accept it." Murong Ye
Luo regretted that maybe he was the one who owed the favor, and it was only because of the girl's outburst that he could get his revenge.
"Who killed Gongsun Lingyun?" Zheng Feng's pupils shrank, as if he understood something, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger.
"She chopped it off..." Murong Yeluo said calmly. That shocking sword strike may still remain in the hearts of all the divine envoys that day and cannot be forgotten.
Zheng Feng roared: "Where is she?!!"
"Ye Luocheng..." Murong Yeluo spoke slowly about the changes in the past fifty years, and sighed: "She doesn't know how long she can hold on. You can still see her now, so go quickly."
Zheng Feng turned around, his eyes flashed with a trace of silver-purple blood. The silver hair behind him grew, and countless strange lines covered his body. In just a short moment, he disappeared from the top of Leiling Mountain, appeared next to the teleportation array, and then teleported back to the sea.
Lian Cun, like a human demon, ran toward Ye Luocheng at a crazy speed.
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Ye Luocheng, in Jasmine's room at the attic of the Flower Tea House, a white-haired girl sleeps on the white sheets. Her face is rosy, but her eyes are closed, like a sleeping beauty who will never wake up.
Murong Ya stayed by the bed, looked at the sleeping girl, and murmured: "Sister, you already knew that such a day would come, so you said those words to us and asked us to take care of him for you, but, sister
Sir, do you know?"
"The living can never replace the dead..."
"You plan to leave like this, occupying his heart for the rest of his life, so that outsiders can no longer enter his heart, and let him miss you and live in guilt and pain in this life, so that we will never have a chance to win against you.
, you are so selfish, you are so despicable, so... please..."
Crystal tears fell down and dripped on the back of the girl's hand. Murong Ya whispered in a low voice: "Wake up."
Murong Ya has understood one thing since she became sensible...sometimes, the living can never defeat the dead, because they have no chance, and the victory or defeat will only be fixed in the moment before she leaves, and there is never any way.
rewrite.
She can never replace her sister, just like no matter how hard she tries, she can never replace her dead mother's position in her father's heart. There is no way for the living to defeat the dead, because when the deceased leaves,
Since then, the living have no chance of making a comeback.
Murong Ya spoke softly, regardless of whether the sleeping girl could hear everything she said.
A slender sword was tightly sealed by a dark scabbard. He leaned quietly on the edge of the bed. He was slightly shocked and said: "You humans are really strange creatures. I don't understand what you are thinking in your mind."
What is it, she is weird, you are even weirder, are you both sick?"
Mingfeng didn't know if the girl could hear what Murong Ya said, but she could hear it clearly. The girl obviously didn't want to, but she suppressed the feeling of heartache and pushed the boy away, and Murong Ya clearly knew this.
If the girl wakes up, she has no chance of winning, but she prays with tears for the girl to wake up.
They clearly didn't want to do it, and they didn't want to do it, but they all did things that were contrary to their wishes. They just didn't do things they didn't want to do, and they just didn't do things they didn't want to do. No one forced them to do it.
But they force themselves to endure the pain and do it. Isn’t this a mental illness?
"Didn't you say that you know the heaven and the earth? Didn't you say that your power can reach the sky? Didn't you say that you dare to defy God? Didn't you say that you can kill gods and devour demons? Even heaven and earth, gods and demons are not powerful.
You are so scared, why can't you save my sister?" Murong Ya picked up the sword and asked. She knew that this sword was not a mortal thing, but why was it so omnipotent that it could only watch her sister pass away helplessly?
"Cracking the sky and the earth and destroying everything is not the same as creating the world and creating all things. Just because I can kill gods and eat demons does not mean that I can save lives and heal the wounded. Besides, this girl's illness is a flaw in the soul. She is born like this and there is no cure...
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Mingfeng paused and said: "Even if there is indeed a medicine, you can't find the medicine, and even if you find it, you are not qualified to get it."
Before Murong Ya could ask, the wooden door of the room was forcibly opened with a bang. A man with silver hair reaching the floor and his body covered in runes rushed in and stopped beside the bed. He looked at the sleeping girl.
It was as if he had been hit by a immobilization spell, motionless.
This person's eyes glowed with silver-purple blood and were full of wildness. His thick long hair that touched the ground covered his face. His exposed skin was covered with dense runes and was emitting a faint radiance. He looked like a weirdo coming out of the forest.
There is a wild atmosphere from top to bottom.
"Who broke into the teahouse?" The moment the silver-haired weirdo appeared, Jasmine, Gu Yue, Duanya and Fu Yanjie followed closely, surrounding the weirdo with solemn eyes and deep taboos.
The purpose of the visitor was clear, and he came just for the girl. Just now, everyone dared to detect this person's aura, but before they could stop him, he had already broken through. This person had no aura, and his cultivation was elusive to everyone.
, any sense of soul that comes close to this person is like a stone sinking into the sea, and even the waves cannot splash and there is no news. Their laws seem to have lost their effect on this person.
"Wait a minute..." Murong Ya shouted because she heard this person's voice. Although it was wild, it still had a hint of familiarity.
"Meow~" A soft meow broke the weird atmosphere. A fluffy golden cat emerged from the thick silver hair. Its big watery eyes looked at everyone innocently. It tilted its head with its teeth, as if
I don’t understand why everyone seems to be facing a formidable enemy when facing their master.
"Teeth?!" Jasmine said in surprise. Doesn't that mean the identity of this silver-haired weirdo is...
Under the gaze of everyone, the weird man's long silver hair quickly grew shorter, and the densely packed runes on his exposed skin receded like a tide, revealing his original appearance. Fifty years of ups and downs have not changed this resolute face.
There are too many marks left on his face.
Zheng Feng looked at the sleeping girl. Her steady breathing and rosy complexion were all just like ordinary people. Only the fluctuations of the soul were as weak as stillness. Once the soul was still, even if it was alive, it would be dead, and the living body would not be alive.
The soul can only be said to be an empty shell, like a doll.
Snow-white hair spreads on the bed sheets. Each pale hair is like an extremely sharp thorn, piercing Zheng Feng's heart. How long has he been gone? Is it really only fifty years?
?Why did the years not leave too many traces on his body, but caused the girl sister to have premature birth and fall into an eternal sleep? Who can tell him what happened to the girl sister in the years when he was away?
Seeing Zheng Feng's appearance, everyone didn't know what to say for a moment. After fifty years, Zheng Feng became a saint and came out of seclusion safely. This should be something worthy of celebration by everyone.
It's a pity that God's will often plays tricks on people, and beauties often have bad luck. Who could have predicted that the final result would be like this...
The girl has been suffering from a hidden disease for many years, but they never knew about it. She buried the matter silently in the deepest place, just because she didn't want anyone to worry about her.
At this moment, Murong Ya saw that only the sleeping person was in Zheng Feng's eyes, and she understood that they would never be able to defeat 'her', no matter whether 'she' was dead or alive.
Zheng Feng picked up the girl in front of everyone. His movements were very light and gentle, as if just a little heavier hand would wake up the sleeping person. He looked at the girl in his arms tenderly and looked at everyone in the room.
Announced: "I want to get married..."
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