He held up Bai Zhi's waist, pierced his finger with a gold needle into his air sea hole, and then drew a few drops of blood. He tried to draw the tapeworm out by this method, and it turned out that a grain of rice bulged in the groin of Bai Zhi. At one point, I shot my hand like an electricity, pinned it with a gold needle, squeezed with two fingers, and squeezed out the tapeworm.

But Wu Yanfu did n’t know. This is not an ordinary scorpion. You can remove the maggots, but it will produce several maggot eggs in the body as soon as it enters the body. It will eat the life of the middle maggot until its oil is exhausted. Decline by itself.

At this moment, he saw that the tapeworm had been drawn out, so he felt relieved, seeing that the little baby had not been confused, immersed in the charm of love, and then sent himself into the army again. Without hesitation, he stole his internal force with a rush.

——He managed to make mistakes and recover, and he would never allow himself to make any mistakes again.

A glass man naturally needs to be in his arms all the time to be insured.

When Bai Yan wakes up in Wu Yan Fuhuai, Qihai is really empty. He was originally caused by sacral lesions, and his body was extremely weak. He was supported by internal force until now. Now that the internal force is lost, he is like a discouraged skin bag. He has no trace of strength. It is very difficult to open his eyes and his eyelashes are shaking. After a few moments, his eyelids barely lifted, and muttered like a nightmare: "Master ..."

"Being for the teacher." Slender fingers touched the juvenile soft hair and kissed his wet earlobe, Wu Yanfu's lips slammed into the corner-so he would never leave his palm again, Forever in his life, "Yanger, you keep martial arts, which is not conducive to removing poison from the teacher. You have to take your inner strength. You have to blame for the teacher. This is all for the good of the teacher."

Bai Yi stunned for a moment, and a hazy unwillingness surged in his heart, and he was suddenly dispelled by a sorrowful affection. He shook his head and leaned on Wu Yanfu's shoulder: "Kuer knows, Wuer not Blame Master. "

Wu Yan Fuben prepared for this little wolf cub to make a big noise, but did not expect him to be so docile, but was a little uneasy, holding up the young man's chin in one hand, softly coaxing: "Sir, if you If you have a grudge in your heart, you will rush out for the teacher. You can be a teacher, or you can be called a teacher. You will not punish you for being a teacher. "

Bai Yan still shook his head and lowered his eyelids: "Yuer has no complaints."

Wu Yanfu became more and more disturbed. This anxiety was unrecognizable, but it was like he was choking in his throat, as if he was holding a puppet instead of a puppet, but a puppet that looked like a puppet, without fangs and claws, and without flesh and bones. With empty skin. He forced to ask, "No complaints really? You don't care if you are accessible?"

Bai Yan still shook his head: "Yier figured it out, just want to stay beside Master, no one bothered to care."

Wu Yanfu narrowed his eyes in disbelief and squeezed his face: "Do you still hate to be a teacher?"

Bai Ye didn't shake his head this time, blinked, tears rolled down like tears and broken beads, and said, "Yi Er ... I have never hated you, but I can't forget you anyway."

Wu Yanfu listened to his tone as if he was expressing his true feelings. Unlike being false, he could not help but hold people a bit, and kissed him with utter desperation: "My mouth is so sweet ... I really do n’t know how to hurt you. However, The teacher will not trust you so easily this time, allowing you to have the opportunity to act nonsense. You don't want to make such an abacus again. "

He was so aggressive and pressing hard, but he still saw no signs of anger in the teenager. Instead, he was full of grievances, wiped his tears, and asked earnestly: "So ... how can the Master believe in the child?"

"How? You killed your teacher once, naturally you have to pay for it."

Hearing this sentence, Bai Yan opened his eyes wide.

Wu Yanfu bent his phalanx to wipe away the tears for him, nodded his forehead, and the bottom of his eyes was deep in the sea: "When you accompany your teacher as a teacher, you will grow old and spend your whole life, and when you are buried with the teacher, you will believe you. "

A trace of throbbing came from the bottom of Bai's heart, spreading out in a stun.

Seeing the young man staring at himself, Wu Yanfu remembered his face, turned his head, and covered his mask, thinking that Yan Ruyu must have returned to Xiye at this time, and he could also take Baizhao to worship his mother-in-law. By the way: "Aunt ... Didn't you say that you wanted to go back to Xi Ye? I will take you to Xi Ye as a teacher."

Bai Yan's eyes lightened and he nodded. Wu Yanfu tied his robes for him and turned out of the carriage. He pushed the unconscious wren even under the car, cocked his horse, whispered, and walked in the direction of Xi Ye.

Bai Yan was sitting in the carriage, shaking, groggy, and his heart beat slower than before. His breathing became weaker and weaker. He felt more and more sleepy and colder, but in front of his eyes, many pictures flashed across the horse. .

He lifted his hands hard, catching the person in the picture, biting his fingers, his fingers stained with a drop of blood and falling on the sleeves, drawing an intermittent line, like a life he could finish in the future.

This situation can be reminiscent of memory, but it was gone.

The sky gradually darkened, and the outline of the West Night City was looming in front, like a dazzling galaxy, the city was magnificent, the lights were brilliant, and the palace was soaring into the clouds. A long dragon with dozens of people creeped slowly, Wu Yanfu followed behind, and took a closer look, and found that it was actually a team to send relatives, can't help but be pleased, just lamented that God's providence, now stopped in front of the team, one He closed his palm and caught the red flower in front of the groom's chest.

The groom ’s officer was scared to crawl, and the others saw Wu Yanfu wearing a Yujian mask and holding a trowel, only to run into a desert thief, all frightened and fled. The bride ignored it.

A dozen people all had to flee to the sand **** not far away, and they all saw the amazing scene.

——The mask man who suddenly appeared didn't rob the dowry at all, but tied the safflower to the body, just like a groom officer trying to marry a bride, and slowly walked towards a carriage parked behind the sedan.

Wu Yanfu lifted the curtain in front of the carriage with one hand, his eyes were suddenly fixed.

The petite boy closed his eyes and sat on the seat with a pale complexion. A piece of white cloth ripped from his shirt was laid on his legs, and a number of serpentine bloodstains on the cloth were woven into a face. .

——His face.

Wu Yanfu's mouth trembled a few times, and ragged sharply.

"Hey, you can't wait to paint?"

After all, he stepped into the compartment, picked up the cloth, and carefully looked again and took the boy into his arms.

At this point the boy's body was not as soft as it was a moment ago, without a trace of lively temperature, motionless, rigidly sitting in a sitting position, like a stubborn temper, refused to put in his arms.

Wu Yanfu touched the boy's coldly curled hands, slowly tightened his wrists, rubbed his pulse repeatedly, and remained silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed: "Why is your hand so cold?"

The boy closed his eyes quietly and said nothing.

"Ask you for your teacher ... why don't you speak?"

"Well, you won't open your eyes anymore, and you will be punished for the teacher."

"Hey, look, isn't the teacher like a groom officer?"

"I said that I want to grow old with you, and I met a team to send relatives. Do you think God wants us to be married here? My son ... you will marry as a teacher today, OK?"

Wu Yanfu asked several questions in succession, but his answer was always dead.

"Well, you don't agree, you also agree to marry you for the teacher."

Talking to himself, Wu Yanfu hugged the boy, stood up timidly, got out of the car, his body was crooked, he almost fell on his knees in the sand, grasped the sun with one hand, and barely supported his body. Stand firm.

"You see, the sedan is ready."

The wind and sand suddenly grew loud, screaming, as if a sorrowful wailing.

Wu Yanfu walked against the wind to the sedan chair, carefully placed the boy into the sedan chair, picked up the gorgeous embroidered gold wedding dress for him, and put on his headgear. The fine fringe and the veil hang down together. Covering the young man's lifeless face, he reached out and raised his chin, covering his tight lips.

Cold, without a breath.

Wu Yanfu trembled violently, his fingers tightened on the thin back of the white cricket, and a series of bony joint bursting sounds were made. His fingertips plunged deeply into the red wedding robe. He firmly pried open the boy's lips and bite A tongue of medicinal blood was fed into the tip of his tongue, and his chin was pinched, but the teenager was unable to swallow. The thick blood was mixed with saliva from the corners of his lips and dripped into the peacock embroidered by gold threads.

Wu Yanfu wiped the corners of his lips, pulled away a little distance, and coaxed lowly: "Drink, sir."

"Why don't you drink?"

"Don't you like to drink blood as a teacher?"

He stared at the boy's face close at hand, hoping that he would jump up and bite him as greedily as before, or twist his head in disgust, but neither, he just closed his eyes quietly.

Wu Yanfu's pupils exuded a little blood, and he took Bai's wrist violently, crossing into a spirit of enthusiasm: "You want to keep the martial arts, you can do it for the teacher, and give all the martial arts for the teacher You, all for you! "

But where can a dead person accept his internal strength?

The endless stream of energy can only be poured into the void and returned to him.

However, due to the stimulation of the internal force, the boy's stiff body was relaxed, and a tightly curled hand was released, and a blood-red thing rolled out from his fingers, grunted to Wu Yanfu's feet.

Wu Yanfu lowered his head—that was the blood relic that Bai Ye dug out of his heart.

He spit it out.

Even this, he should not owe him.

Wu Yanfu turned around in an instant, picked up the blood relic and held it in his hand, took the teenager a few steps in the desert aimlessly and distracted, and suddenly a heart swelled and coughed up a lot of blood.

[Hundred Ghosts Night Walk]