At night, it snowed heavily.

The vast snowflakes, I saw a pitch black, a snowflake drifted into the door with the wind, making people shiver one by one, the light in the mourning hall was not bright, the maid dressed in white came in with a dark fragrance, and continued to light a few Changming candles, she inexplicably didn't dare to look at the coffin, but just paid attention to Ye Zifan out of the corner of her eyes.

In fact, she had seen the miserable body of the lady, although everything was handled properly, and she didn't think about it in her heart, and she knew that the old man was extremely sad and guilty, and he refused to persuade him to rest in the afternoon.

After standing for a long time, when he saw that he had no orders, he whispered: "Master, it's the third day, pay attention to your body, please go to the side room to rest." ”

Ye Zifan sat in front of the spirit, the muscles in the corners of his eyes trembled, and he did not speak.

The dark incense retreated quietly, and closed the white cotton curtain due to the wind and snow.

When she went out, a cold wind hit her with snow, and she woke up with a spirit, it was a strange snow day, but she didn't know where to go, and even the impression of what she had just said was gone.

"Where am I?"

After standing blankly in the snow at the door for a while, she remembered that her wife had gone, and her heart was blocked for a while, and tears flowed inexplicably, so she went back.

The thick curtain of the door kept the wind and snow out, and no one would come at this time.

The candles were swaying in the hall, and Ye Zifan sat on his knees, looking at the black coffin in front of him with a dull expression.

Decades of mutual affection, smiling postures, trivial quarrels, all think of them one by one...... Even in a trance a few times, it seems that his wife is still there, as long as he waits a little longer, so that in the snow, he will hold the warm rice wine and send it over......

Sitting like this, time gradually passed, and in the second half of the night, Ye Zifan suddenly woke up, tears flowing: "Ah, you still went after all......"

After being stunned for a long time, he finally dragged his sluggish steps to the side room, and although he was full of sorrow, he was finally tired, and as soon as he got into bed, he fell asleep.

Not much time, suddenly there was a fog in the room, a moment, a force stuck in the neck, woke up and touched, it was the rope shackled, holding his breath to grasp, but he couldn't break free.

Someone pulled hard behind him and lifted him up.

Looking up at the roof beams, reflecting the snow outside the window, he struggled to grasp the rope, turned around with difficulty, and was shocked when he saw this person's face: "Sheng'er, what are you going to do?"

"What you said reminds me of ...... a year ago" Ye Sheng was dressed in a snow-white filial piety suit, loosened the rope slightly, frowned and thought about it, and asked in a deep voice: "Since the son was reduced to a farmer, you really bear it, parents, and now you have this situation, do you regret it?"

"Your mother is you who hurt ......" Under the anger, Ye Zifan's hands and feet twitched, and with a flash of inspiration, he blurted out, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Guess right" Ye Sheng tightened the rope, raised it to look at him, and showed a smile: "It's not harm, it's that before she died, she enjoyed bliss, and the forbidden degeneration is really a pure taste......"

"Beast, beast......" Hearing this, Ye Zifan, who was hanging, struggled desperately and spit out this curse from his mouth.

Ye Sheng smiled gently, and had a heart-wrenching demeanor: "Ah, don't praise like this, I will say it again, I didn't hurt her, I just loved her deeply, and she loved me deeply." ”

"It's just that I was imprisoned by the false ritual sect before, until we spent a night communicating frankly, and her spirit and flesh melted into my body......"

"Animal, sheng-" Ye Zifan's eyes widened, the rope was deeply strained, and the sound was difficult to make, and his face was swollen red.

Ye Sheng laughed when he saw it, took a deep breath, and the faint red light flashed and went out on his body, his expression was full of enjoyment and satisfaction: "Mother's love is still a little tight, although the spirit meat is pure and delicious, it also causes a little trouble......"

Ye Sheng said with an excited expression, and smacked his lips: "I know that you don't dare to think about it, in fact, I have to kindly remind you that we are equal in some aspects, why don't we discuss this taste together and study the boudoir culture?"

"Well, it seems that the father doesn't object, so the son will throw bricks and lead the jade first, and he ...... last night."

"Tsk, this boudoir is a lot of fun, why does the father hide it clumsily? The so-called fat water does not flow into the fields of outsiders, it is all his own family, and the son will not laugh at you, and the mother and mother will not say anything......"

Ye Shengfu said and described, Ye Zifan listened to it with tears in his eyes, full of endless humiliation and pain, Ye Sheng looked at it, and saw that he had begun to stick out his tongue, so he stopped.

"It's worthy of being a scholar and a bright talent, death can't break the light of the heart" Ye Sheng said, the red light in his eyes lit up, and he saw that Xiucai's personality was collapsing, and the black gas was permeating: "I had to use this trick, but now it's finally collapsed."

"Hey, the great sin has been accomplished, as long as I absorb it, I can use the upside-down scripture to complete the foundation, and I can fully use the natural supernatural powers, and in a short time, I can sweep away the resistance and control this Ye family, Ha Lu Ha ......"

The laughter was cheerful, and the two red lights flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward, and his mouth was open, and he was about to suck it in.

The "boom" window broke, a spiritual light flashed, the red mist dispersed at the touch of a button, and a black figure flashed in, followed by a sword light.

In the red mist, Ye Sheng didn't know when, holding a long knife, just a knife, and the knife was one.

"Ding", the sound of metal clashing, sparks splashing.

Ye Sheng staggered back a few steps, stepped through the floor, and the black shadow flew upside down in the air, flying out a silver light, the silver light hit the beam directly, and broke the rope with a "poof".

The castration penetrated the roof, and then wrapped around the beam, and the "click" straightened up, pulling her figure back.

The roof tiles were mixed with snow, and they fell, and the zenith lead cloud reflected Zhou Ling's face, pursed his lips, and his hand was bleeding, and the sword had changed hands.

At this time, he took advantage of the momentum to accelerate, and his body was as agile as a swift, and he struck down quickly.

Ye Sheng's figure turned around, avoiding this blow, but he didn't kill Zhou Ling, and slashed at Ye Zifan.

"Huh" swirled in mid-air again, the silver thread swung out a cone-shaped brilliance under the sorghum, and the wind was fast and approaching.

It's too late to save

The corners of Ye Sheng's mouth sneered, the sword was bright, as long as he killed Ye Zifan, he would have a great cause, and he could withdraw at any time, and he would be invincible

The sword light fell, but there was no feeling of cutting in.

"Cough, cough ......" There was a sound of Ye Zifan resuscitating and coughing from the top, and large tiles fell on the roof.

"What's up there, this is an illusion" His heart skipped a beat, and before he could change his mind, he saw a sword light pull out

Fooled

A killing intent permeated, Ye Sheng's cold hair exploded, his heart was cold, he woke up under the alarm, and remembered the rumor of killing thirty armor soldiers in the night temple, who else in the clan has this kind of martial arts?

At this moment, two sword lights flashed, one was still ordinary, and the other suddenly turned into crystal lightning, straight and uncurved, and swept in an instant.

"The unity of body and sword" is the pinnacle of martial arts.

"With you Ye Qingxiu want to kill me" Ye Sheng's eyes lit up red, he took a deep breath, and in an instant, his body was burned by a red fire, and his face was suddenly deformed, the same as melted wax, but almost at the same time, the figure was slightly scattered and suddenly closed, and disappeared with a slight movement.

Ye Qing's inevitable sword suddenly failed.

In the ten-meter courtyard, Ye Sheng's figure suddenly appeared, fell heavily to the ground, and the next moment swept away, rushing out directly: "Ye Qing, you wait, I will swear to kill you"

In just an instant, Zhou Ling shivered, only to see Ye Sheng's face splashing oil at this time, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he was still ringing "magnetically", which made people feel even more terrifying

Seeing that the red light had not been extinguished, Ye Sheng's figure was so fast that it was difficult to be calm, and with just one sweep, he passed through Sanzhang and threw himself on the wall.

At this moment, there was a sudden "buzz", and a translucent barrier appeared in the corner of the wall.

"Boom" This barrier is not strong, it was burned by this red fire, and it was immediately broken, but it made the plundering stop all of a sudden, and before he could react, a sword light swept by.

The sharp edge was cold and piercing, the blood bloomed sharply, and a broken arm rose into the sky.

Ye Sheng screamed and fell to the ground.

Without hesitation, he kicked him on the back, only listening to the crackling sound of fractures, this Ye Sheng vomited blood, gritted his teeth and struggled to look back, his blood-colored eyes stared at Ye Qing fiercely: "Despicable native, there is a kind of dignified coming."

"Indigenous?" Ye Qing sneered, his sword flashed, only to hear another scream, but his left foot was cut off by his ankle.

"Ah" Ye Sheng screamed for a long time, with despair in his screams, and then he had supernatural powers, he lost his left foot, and there was no reason to break away.

Ye Sheng knew that he was not lucky, and his face was really hideous: "You damn native, if I die, someone will avenge me......"

Ye Qing grabbed the slush, gagged him, and carried the person into the mourning hall.

Ye Sheng was thrown in front of the coffin, his face hit the coffin hard, and his nose and face were swollen.

At this time, Ye Qingcai gasped slightly, glanced at Zhou Ling who turned out of the side room, and asked, "How is the situation of the third uncle?"

"He's awake, he's fine, it's just... I was not in good spirits, and I didn't want to come and see this wicked man. Zhou Ling spoke, not hiding his disgust for Ye Sheng

There are many wicked people, but it is rare to get to this point.

When Ye Qing saw it, he didn't say anything, and asked again: "What about yourself, let me see the injury." ”

Zhou Ling said "um", stretched out his right hand to show him, his left hand clenched the sword, vigilantly staring at the wicked man writhing on the ground, ready to stab him to death with a sword at any time.

Ye Qing took out the wound medicine, applied it to her cracked tiger's mouth, and quickly explained: "If you are accidentally captured alive, don't kill it, and wait for the patriarch to deal with it." ”

Zhou Ling stopped talking, and asked hesitantly after a moment: "Is there really such a wicked person?"

This public training, the girl who is still in the apprenticeship is confused.

"Yes, but not many, there are very few people in the world who have reached this point - but don't be discouraged, this is not Ye Sheng's madness, it is the worship of demons. Speaking of this, Ye Qing turned around and asked Ye Sheng with a sneer, "Did you say that?"

Zhou Ling glanced at it, but immediately exclaimed, in just a few minutes, I saw that this person's wound had shrunk, and the cut surface had grown flesh buds, crawling all over the wound, which was terrifying.

"This is why I want to cut off his ankle, or maybe I'll run away for him. Ye Qing looked at it, but he didn't care, he had seen too much in his previous life.

"This is the power of demons?" Zhou Ling was really shocked.

"It's not that I don't care about my body. Ye Qing snorted and said, "If you condense your decades of life into three years, you also have the ability." ”

For these demons, it only takes a few years to take away the body, which is enough, so they all use supernatural powers to catalyze the body, full of energy, avoid all diseases, practice quickly, and even have extraordinary healing power.

The price is not to live for five years.