After Ling Xuanluo entered the Phantom Life Talisman, he couldn't find Duan Xiao all over, and he was anxious, planning to jump into the quagmire pond where corpses were floating everywhere, and sink to the bottom to continue searching. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info fortunately, when he was about to jump in, a voice like a magnet sounded behind him.

"Uncle Duan? Is that him? Or am I hallucinating? At first glance, Ling Xuanluo's heart beat faster, and he almost didn't dare to look back, for fear that he would be disappointed again if he saw no one when he turned around.

But when the second sound came, he no longer had to doubt, hurriedly straightened up, turned around, and saw the familiar face. Although his cheeks were pale and bloodless, the eyes that looked at him were full of smiles.

I haven't seen him all night, but if I have been separated for ten years, Ling Xuanluo shook his lips, couldn't scream, wanted to walk over, but couldn't move, the only words in his mind were "He's not dead, he's really not dead!" ”

Duan Xiao saw that his eyes were full of tears and he stood still, knowing that he had been worried about himself all night, he was both moved and apologetic in his heart, so he simply took the initiative to walk in front of him, but he seemed limping.

"Xuanluo, I'm fine." He whispered softly to him that he was safe, but his throat choked, and he couldn't say anything more.

Ling Xuanluo looked at him carefully, dressed in ice blue clothes, and the previous brightness had been replaced by a scorched yellow stain. There are several breaks, which have obviously been treated with immortal arts, but due to the haste of treatment, the traces of the joint are very obvious.

A pair of soap boots with a white background and a black face, the white of the soles of which has been wrapped in mud and grayish-brown, and one of the sides is cracked open, revealing a bloody sock.

"Uncle Duan, are you injured?" Ling Xuanluo was happy to see that he was fine, but when he found that he was injured, his heart was filled with sadness.

Duan Xiao replied nonchalantly: "Xuanluo don't worry too much, it's just a small wound cut by a hard object in that mire, and it will be fine in two days." It's just, how did you get here? I thought that if I fell into the trap of that female ghost, I was afraid that I would not be able to get out for the rest of my life. ”

Ling Xuanluo recalled the thrilling experience of the whole night, sighed, and told him the important part of the matter.

Duan Xiao was pleasantly surprised when he heard this, grabbed his hand and said: "This is really a nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!" I really didn't expect that Brother Yun would be the Ghost King of Heaven, as long as I opened the Golden Silkworm Gu Realm for him, he would be able to obtain the Ghost King's seal and officially return to the throne! ”

At this point, without waiting for Ling Xuanluo to speak, he let go of his hand again and looked to the side in disappointment, as if to say to himself: "No matter what, the Songliu Immortal in the past will never come back." ”

Ling Xuanluo stared at his handsome silhouette, and a warmth rose in his heart for no apparent reason. In May, Tong Buxian was bewitched by witchcraft and went mad. The brocade book was sage in the Tongxian Grand Ceremony, completely exposing the hideous face of the demon. Although these two people are chilling, they have always maintained a sincere brotherhood between the other three mountains and immortals, and for hundreds of years, they have not faded with the passage of time.

As he was meditating, the calm was broken by a sudden horror, and he let out a rare scream, and his whole body seemed to be turned into a fossil in an instant, and froze.

Duan Xiao seemed to expect him to make such a move sooner or later, so he turned around indifferently and looked in the same direction as him.

The eyes of the two focused on a pale gray boulder, about seven or eight feet high, and a person was walking out of the stone.

The man had silver hair, his face was wrinkled, and he looked like an old man in his fifties, but he looked stupid and grinned like a child.

He was dressed in tattered clothes, barely able to cover himself. Although their faces and figures are like two people compared to the past, those eyes have appeared in Ling Xuanluo's dreams countless times, and they will never forget it, let alone admit their mistakes.

"Uncle Zhuxing......"

He called out in a daze, his mind blank.

(To be continued.) )