MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 213

Wu Rong has never seen a platinum flame before. Compared with the original golden red or red Zhengyang fire, the platinum flame brought him an extremely strong sense of crisis. From the cold hair to the soles of the feet, the heartbeat accelerated, spontaneously The fear and alertness are like the restlessness of the beasts in ancient times when they saw the blazing flame for the first time.

Not only restlessness, but also hostility, vigilance, and the accompanying strong fighting spirit. Water and fire are inherently incompatible, and only one can remain the strongest. But the contract is like a palliative between the two parties, smoothing the fighting spirit like a soft wind. Obviously, for Wu Rong, who is too yin, the platinum-gold yang fire is also fatal to him, but the fire flow passing by his side Although it is still hot, it is more gentle, like the warm afternoon sun, which only brings warmth without any hostility or aggression.

The contract is still there, and Wu Rong is the second master of the flame. The two parties who signed the yin-yang contract should have protected each other, trusted each other, and would not hurt each other. But now Fu Qing, or Fu Qingnan's power is too powerful, even if Wu Rong stands behind Fu Qing and there is a contract, the terrifying heat that can burn everything in the world has not been completely blocked.

The fiery wind swept over the sides of the body, taking away all the moisture, and even the skin was dry and hot. The too dazzling white light made Wu Rong close his eyes subconsciously. This is the most masculine and majestic flame. It is hard to imagine how powerful and terrifying the ghost boy surrounded by the platinum Zhengyang fire is suffering.

"what-!"

After closing the eyes, other perceptions became more acute. Wu Rong heard the sound of the fire burning like a gust of wind, and heard the piercing and sharp roar of the ghost boy. There was less resentment in this roar, and more complex and difficult emotions. Zhengyang fire is the nemesis of all evil and dirty things in the world, like dirty snow, it is destined to dissolve under the sun.

The Yin-Yang Deed is still there, and Wu Rong can perceive Fu Qing's movements without opening his eyes, and he can 'see' more than seeing with his eyes. He saw that Fu Qing's whole body was filled with platinum fire light, the flame poured into the mahogany sword in his hand, and poured into every corner of his body. The blazing flames stirred up a vast and majestic power, spreading outward like waves.

This momentum even aroused external things, Wu Rong 'saw' a light spot galloping from a distance, like a meteor across the sky, and finally landed in Fu Qing's hands. The light spot came from the corpse cave, and Wu Rong guessed it might be the whisk. The light spots merged into this vast platinum halo without hindrance, and the flames exploded, the night was as bright as day, and another sun seemed to rise above the sky.

Under such a powerful force, Wu Rong's conditioned reflex closed all five senses, and his body returned to normal, leaving no bones and yin energy outside. Even so, he still felt like he was at the scene of a volcanic eruption, he couldn't even hear the sharp roar of the ghost boy, and there was the whistling wind driven by the violent flames burning in all directions, and the piercing sound of the mahogany sword tearing the air.

Under this strong pressure, the power in Wu Rong's body also began to operate spontaneously. The body with excess Yin Qi and weakened Yang Qi received the impact of pure Yang Qi, driving the two forces of Yin and Yang to rotate in Wu Rong's body, one ebbing and the other ebbing and disappearing. Life is like two yin and yang fish chasing each other, and the core is the cocooned Gu species.

Wu Rong could clearly hear the heartbeat of the Gu species, and the sound that had never been heard since it cocooned changed from weak to strong, from slow to rapid, and finally merged with Wu Rong's heartbeat, strong and powerful, Bursting with exuberant vitality. The Gu seed is ready to hatch, as long as it is fused into a metallic pure thing, it can break out of the cocoon immediately. Serious or charitable, young or old, most of them are women, all beautiful and charming, only one or two men, but they are more feminine than masculine.

Wu Rong realized what it was, this was the Wu family who had recovered the Gu species in the past, and when he saw the last slightly blurred but still beautiful back, a strange yet familiar emotion rose from the bottom of Wu Rong's heart .

that man is—

…

I don't know how long it has passed, it may be a quarter of an hour, or it may be an hour. The eyelids were covered with scorching heat, like the heat of human palms. He said softly and gently to Wu Rong, "You can open your eyes."

Wu Rong slowly opened his eyes, and the mysterious feeling dissipated. In the end, he failed to see the man turn around, but Wu Rong was not sorry, he knew that the man was Wu Rong, his aunt. A dark premonition made Wu Rong understand that they would meet again on the day when the Gu seeds hatched.

The eyes that had been closed for a long time were not used to the light outside, but the opponent's hand was very considerate to block Wu Rong's eyes, and did not move away immediately. Wu Rong finally opened his eyes and looked at the Celestial Master in front of him. Familiar black and white Taoist robes, cloth shoes and bamboo hairpins, familiar movements of withdrawing the sword, what is unfamiliar is his eyes. Those eyes are still calm despite the vicissitudes of life, like a deep pool, with the wisdom and tranquility branded by the years.

This quietness and peace even surpassed the handsome and extraordinary appearance, allowing him to blend in with the crowd and all things in nature, as natural and easy-going as he should be there by nature, without attracting too much attention. Tianshi met Wu Rong with a slightly scrutinizing gaze, and when he was about to speak, he raised his finger and pressed it to his lips.

"Don't say my name."

Tianshi said softly, and Wu Rong's figure was reflected in his jewel-like pupils: "It's not time for me to come back yet."

"He's called it many times."

Wu Rong said indifferently, pointing to something, and moved his eyes to Guitong. Seeing that the talisman array had completely disintegrated, the thick talisman ropes of the bucket hung like sliced ​​boa constrictors on the four sides of the cliff, the ground, and deep pits, and the color changed from bright red to decayed reddish brown. . And Guitong was lying on the edge of the crack in the Great Tiankeng, scorched and curled up, motionless. The mahogany sword passed through his shoulder and pinned him to the ground.

There is no doubt that Fu Qingnan defeated Guitong.

"ended?"

"not at all."

Fu Qing, let's still call him Fu Qing, swept the dust in his hand, and pointed in the direction of the crack in the Great Tiankeng: "Look."

Wu Rong couldn't see anything at first, but after staring for a long time, he found black spots like ants crawling out of the cracks in the big tiankeng, crawling towards Guitong. The lines formed by the black dots are not much thicker than a hair, but it gives people a lingering sense of horror.

"The Great Tiankeng will recycle its sacrifices, brand them with runes and bring them back to the bottom of the pit."

The corners of Fu Qing's lips curled slightly, revealing a cold and stern smile overflowing with evil spirit. And his face, which was originally gentle and ice-melting, faded away, showing a bit of violence and coldness: "If you come out, don't even think about bringing people back."

"What's wrong?"

Sensing that Wu Rong was looking at him, Fu Qing looked over, a little warmth appeared in the cold pupils: "Is there something on my face?"

"No."

Wu Rong's eyes flickered, and he said slowly, "Been to Sichuan?"

"No."

Although he didn't understand why Wu Rong asked this suddenly, Fu Qing still had a good temper and said, "When I can go down the mountain, Sichuan is gone."

I have never been to Sichuan, but I am so talented in changing my face.

The last sentence Wu Rong didn't say out of his mouth, he believed the other party's statement that "he hasn't returned yet". The person in front of him sometimes looks like Fu Qing, sometimes looks like Nan, and sometimes looks different. He is completely schizophrenic and moody. But the yin-yang contract between Wu Rong and him is still there, and it is very interesting to be able to clearly perceive the emotions in his heart that sometimes go down to the bottom and sometimes fluctuate violently.

You must know that Fu Qing had no mood swings in the past, and the big ghost was like a thick shell, never showing his fluctuating emotions. This is the first time Wu Rong has sensed the emotional changes of the contracting party, as if he could see through the other party's heart Like everything, it can even affect the mood of the other party through the contract, which is very interesting.

"Have you seen enough?"

"reluctantly."

Wu Rong was calm and composed, as if he was not the one who tried to mobilize Fu Qing's emotions just now and made him feel great sorrow and joy. Fu Qing glanced at him, with a smile in his eyes, not angry, only a little indulgent and helpless, infinitely tolerant, never angry, gentle and good-tempered: "Come and help me, okay?"

"a while…"

He paused, as if he was not used to saying such words, his eyes were as soft as new cotton, and his voice lowered: "You can watch it for as long as you want."

Wu Rong raised her eyebrows, but followed behind Fu Qing without saying anything. With incomparable strength and exceptionally good temper, unlimited connivance and blunt words will make the tips of his ears turn red, people can't help but want to test his bottom line step by step.

But he is not really good-natured.

The ghost boy who has just been charred into carbon has the best say.

—

so hot...

Kukuka curled up, Taotao flames burning outside his body, surrounding him. The blood evaporated, the flesh was burned to ashes, and the bones were as black as charcoal. The stench of decay and scorching lingers at the end of the nose, which is the smell left after the resentment has been burned by the fire of the sun. Kukuka had smelled this smell many times, on the ghost generals and ghost kings killed by them on the way to the Great Tiankeng, and on the monsters in the Great Tiankeng.

He didn't expect to smell this kind of smell on himself one day.

But it's better than the smell of blood.

Thinking that he was defeated, Kukuka felt a little relieved. The fire burned away the lingering resentment in his body, and the severe pain followed, like being smashed and reassembled. But Kukuka didn't curl up any tighter. It was rare for him to regain consciousness from the boundless chaos out of control, and the pain turned into enjoyment. He even wanted to stretch his limbs and let the fire burn away his resentment more cleanly.

Even though he knew clearly, once he returned to the Great Tiankeng, those resentments and dirty things would be thrown back like tarsal maggots and climb up again, invading his body.

The runes that bound the sacrifice had crawled out of the cracks in the tiankeng, and Kukuka could feel the familiar painful suffocation. There seemed to be a dog barking in his ears, he shuddered reflexively, his scorched eyebrows were furrowed, the corners of his lips were pursed, and he struggled. Trapped at the bottom of the Great Tiankeng for decades of torture, no matter how tenacious Kukuka has the will, he will no longer make unnecessary resistance.

But this time is different, the pain of burning flames is different from the pain of being bitten and devoured, and the cold wind in the world is different from the turbid and dirty air in the Great Tiankeng. Even knowing that it was impossible and that it was useless, Kukuka still struggled. His resentment faded away, he was almost burnt to death, and his struggling movements were minimal, but he still hoped that his struggle and resistance would allow him to stay in the human world for a while longer.

After being tortured for decades, he still hasn't completely degenerated and is nostalgic for the world.

Kukuka's struggles were weak, but not entirely ineffective. He became more aware of his surroundings, the sound of wind, muffled conversation, fire, even the ominous hiss of rune crawling. Everything in the world is extremely attractive to him. At this moment, Kukuka is not pursuing other things. He only hopes that before he is bound to **** again, he can open his eyes and take a look at the scenery in the world. Fu—

"It's like this...well...you're right."

It was Fu Qingnan's voice!

Kukuka became agitated, his scorched eyelids were swollen and painful due to too much force, it was unbearable, and he couldn't open his eyes. He tried his best to catch the sounds of the outside world, not letting go of a single bit. Finally, the originally indistinct voice gradually became clearer, younger and not too low-pitched than in memory, but Kukuka was able to confirm that the speaker was Fu Qingnan, and he could finally hear Big Brother Fu again. sound-

"You... are different to me."

Is this about me?

Even though his emotions became distorted and abnormal due to the pollution of the Great Tiankeng, Kukuka still felt flattered at this moment, unbelievable, and even a little guilty. It's like a child who made a mistake is rewarded with a little red flower. In his impression, Fu Qingnan treated everyone impartially, never favored anyone, and never paid special attention to anyone. To him, all living beings in the world have the same status, and no one gets special preferential treatment.

Kukuka tries hard to recall the past time with his teammates, but finds that their faces have been blurred by the years, and the only thing that is clear is the picture of the small game Snake.

It's a fun game... no, no, it's not time to think about it. Kukuka pricked up his ears and tried his best to listen, despite the pain, he tried his best to open his eyes. But at this moment, he suddenly heard his name.

"Kukuka, or others call me, it doesn't matter."

"Only you are different from all living beings."

Kukuka gave up his efforts and An An closed his eyes.

It's horrible, this is fake Fu Qingnan, he is sure.