Chapter 137 White Hair

This scene happened to be seen by Han Tian who had just entered the door, and his face turned ashen in an instant.

"Get out of here!"

With a roar, he stepped forward, picked up the two little guys, and threw them directly on the ground, and then the essence surged, and he slapped Wutian's chest with a palm, and said anxiously: "Oh, wake up, don't just wake up , died again!"

"Ahem!"

Wutian coughed suddenly, out of breath, and then took a few deep breaths. After he calmed down, he opened his eyes and said weakly, "It's a good thing you came in time, otherwise I wasn't killed by the Kongling sword." , but was tossed to death by these two little bastards."

When he raised the Kongling Sword, Han Tian's face froze, and then he smiled and said: "It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up."

Then, he glared at the two little guys.

At this time, the two little guys finally realized that they almost got into a catastrophe, and they stopped messing around. They stood aside in an orderly manner, with their little heads hanging down to their chests, and their little hands circling around their chests, without saying a word. .

This appearance can be as obedient as possible, and as honest as possible.

Seeing this, Wutian and the two couldn't help shaking their heads and laughing.

The little girl raised half of her head cautiously, and asked tentatively: "Brother, are you not angry?"

"Little Heaven, Lord Frog knows his mistake, I will be more careful next time!" The little guy honestly admitted his mistake and apologized, but this kind of tone was really hard for people to accept.

Wutian shook his head and said: "Okay, it's okay, I'm not really angry, Shishi, help me get a glass of water."

"Okay!" The little girl heard that, a smile immediately covered her face, she was red and cute, and then happily ran to the coffee table, poured a glass of water, and then jumped over.

"Brother, please drink water."

Wutian shook his head, took the water glass, and took a sip, just like the desert encountered the rare rain in a hundred years, his body and mind immediately dripped freely, and then he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Water is the source of life, it is not wrong at all, Wutian feels that his spirit is getting better, and his strength is gradually recovering.

"Brother, do you know that for the past half month, Shishi has been so worried that her brother won't wake up!" The little girl sat on the bedside, snuggled into his arms, her eyes were red.

The little guy said: "Little girl, what do you mean? Isn't this cursing the little emperor? Little emperor, in fact, Lord Frog knew you would wake up, because you Xiaoqiang, Xiaoqiang can't be beaten to death."

"Pfft!" The little girl scolded with a smile, "You are Xiaoqiang."

"Has it been half a month, so fast..." Wutian murmured, the battle at Bibo Mountain was still fresh in his memory, but half a month had passed unexpectedly: "Tell me about this period of time!"

After a while, Wutian looked at the little girl in surprise: "Is your father a great venerable?"

"Well, it seems so!" The little girl nodded.

Han Tian said depressedly: "What seems to be, obviously is!"

"But I don't know him well, I like being with you!" said the little girl.

Wutian was shocked in his heart, he had thought before that Shishi's father might be a strong man, but he did not expect that he really guessed it, and it was far beyond his guess.

"The great lord of the Asura Hall should be the strongest in the Asura Hall!" Wutian said.

Han Tian shook his head and said, "The Asura Palace is very powerful, and all the twelve venerables are as strong as Chi Yanzi, especially the great venerable. It is said that the other eleven venerables are no match.

What's more, there are ninety-nine elders below, not counting the other elders who teach skills and the elders who enforce the law. Such terrifying strength is more than dozens of times stronger than that of Yanzong.

Even, the disciples of Asura Hall are at least masters at the beginning stage of Tuomai, and some of them I can't see through, and they should be around the stage of Xiaocheng and Dacheng.

But on top of these people, there is also a strong man who controls the entire void. He is the master of the Shura Palace. "

"These days you go out to investigate these?" Wutian asked doubtfully.

"En!" Han Tian nodded.

"Where's Huo Chanzi?"

Han Tiandao: "He entered the Shura hall, and was bestowed the title of the first Shura by the great venerable. He has the supreme status, but his strength may not be as good as others. I accidentally saw it today. It seems that other Shura disciples are very dissatisfied. He challenged and looked quite embarrassed."

Then, he added: "The Asura disciples here are equivalent to Yanzong's titled disciples."

"how many people?"

Han Tian thought for a while and said, "Nine hundred and ninety-seven people."

"so much!"

Wutian was surprised, just how strong the Shura Palace is, Yanzong's direct disciples are only ninety-nine, and even if the title disciples include the dead soldiers from Beast King Mountain, there are only more than five hundred people at most, and the Shura Palace only has so many Shura disciples. Not counting other disciples.

"It's really a lot!" Han Tian's expression was quite dignified. If this was an enemy, it would be really disturbing.

"Cut, it's just Shura disciples, what's the big deal, Master Frog beats ten of them, it's not a problem at all." The little guy pinched his nostrils and said indifferently.

Hearing this, Wutian and the two laughed. With the strength of a few people, these Shura disciples are really nothing. Not to mention one person fighting ten, that would be a bit unrealistic. If they were one-on-one, they would have the confidence to defeat any Shura disciple. .

Wutian was silent for a while, then said: "Is there anything else you haven't told me?"

Hearing this, silence, unanimous silence, the three of Han Tian shut their mouths and remained motionless.

Wutian looked at the little guy, the little guy avoided it, looked at Shishi, Shishi avoided it, and looked at Han Tian, ​​but he also didn't want to look directly.

Frowning, Wutian said, "Is there really something you are hiding from me?"

After another moment of silence, Han Tian sighed and said, "Come with me!"

Wutian got up, put on a coat, and followed Han Tian to another room. The little guy and Shishi looked at each other, and followed after hesitation.

"Crunch!"

Walking to the door, Han Tian pushed open the door and said, "Look for yourself!"

Then, the body moved away, and the picture in the room slowly appeared in Wutian's eyes.

It was a white shadow, she was lying quietly on the bed, with a smile on her face, like a sleeping fairy, not stained by a speck of dust.

Above the bed, a pure white bead hangs in the air, emitting a hazy light, covering the white figure, revealing the beautiful fairy appearance.

"boom"

Like a thunderbolt from the blue, Wutian's body swayed, his head became dizzy, and he lost his balance.

Han Tian gently supported him, and said: "In order to save you, Senior Sister blocked that sword light, her life force was cut off, her soul flew away, already... the great venerable is powerless. The one above is the Dingyan Pearl, which can protect you. Senior Sister's body is incorruptible and can isolate all dust, which was bestowed by the Great Venerable."

Wutian's body trembled, his eyes could not see, and they were already blurred by tears.

"Actually, Senior Sister loves you very much. She treated you like that because of the Kongling Sword. She knew that the Kongling Sword was not destroyed in that battle. I don't understand, I think you are doomed, so I reached an agreement with Kong Lingzi's remnant soul, using the Yin Yin Order in exchange for your life.

But Senior Sister knows that with your personality, you will never agree, let alone leave her and leave alone, so she said those words to you cruelly, in order to let you live and live well.

However, the senior sister still made a wrong estimate, because she doesn't know you well enough. When she saw that you would rather die than surrender, she suddenly realized that everything before was wrong, so she chose to let you live, and she did it for you. you die! "Han Tian murmured.

"Really, how do you know?" Wutian's body was shaking and his heart was bleeding.

Han Tian took out a letter from his arms: "This is the letter I found in the arms of my senior sister. Maybe she had already guessed that it would end like this, so she left it on purpose. If it wasn't for Shishi to help her take care of her body, maybe we Never find out."

Wutian took the letter, opened it to read, tears dripped down on the letter paper, expressing the grief and pain in his heart.

"For me to live..."

Wutian's palms were trembling, and the letter paper was rattling, as if it was the voice of his broken heart.

"Is it worth it, is it worth it..."

"Don't you know, this will make me sadder and more painful..."

Squatting helplessly on the ground, with tears all over her face, she fell into deep self-blame. She did all this for herself, but she didn't know it. Instead, she blamed her, didn't believe her, and even hated her in her heart. ...

"You go first, I want to accompany him." Wutian stood up slowly and walked into the room.

"This is Senior Sister's Luoshenqin, you are its best destination." Han Tian took the Luoshenqin from the mustard bag and put it in Wutian's hands.

"Thank you!" Wutian nodded and closed the door gently.

"elder brother……"

"Shishi, let him be quiet!" Han Tian stopped her and walked out of the room with the two little guys.

In the box, Wutian walked step by step, very slowly, afraid of waking up the lying dreamer.

Ding Yanzhu's light was hazy, reflecting her skin white, and on that white cheek, there was a charming smile.

The Luoshenqin hummed in a low voice and shone with a faint light, as if knowing that its master had passed away, it was mourning, singing...

Wutian didn't say a word, sitting on the side of the bed, his big rough hands gently caressing that beautiful cheek, staring at the lover in front of him intently.

In fact, he wanted to say a lot in his heart, but at this moment, he couldn't open his mouth. He looked at her quietly, and thousands of words turned into the voice of his heart, flowing in his heart.

In her mind, her stubborn smile, every move, came to mind one by one, he sometimes smiled, his face was full of happiness and happiness, sometimes he shed tears, telling the sadness and pain in his heart!

He just watched and kept watching...

one day……

No sky...

ten days...

fifteen days...

For fifteen consecutive days, Wutian didn't move or blink, fearing that he would miss every minute and every second, fearing that he would forget her in the long run, so he deeply imprinted everything about her in his mind.

Fifteen days, 15 days in a row, closed the door. Han Tian and the others started to worry, but they didn't knock on the door. Fifteen days was nothing to the monks in the Tuomai stage.

Time passed by in a hurry, and another fifteen days passed.

A month later, Han Tian and the others couldn't bear it anymore.

The little guy looked at the closed door of the wing room, and said worriedly: "Er Huo Han, will the little emperor be overwhelmed!"

The little girl squatted on the ground, stared straight at the door, and said, "Er Huo Han, why hasn't my brother come out? It's been a month, so I won't really go with Sister Chu."

"Little girl, the little guy is not a human being, so it's understandable to say that. Why are you talking nonsense along with him? It's outrageous. That guy puts his life above anything else, so how could he commit suicide!" Han Tianhei said with a straight face.

"No, this handsome guy can't hold it anymore, little guy, little girl, let's go, let's hit the door!"

Han Tian was still a little worried, so he picked up his sleeves and prepared to break the door.

The three guys rushed to the door quickly, called tentatively, but there was no reply, and then called several times in a row, but there was still no reply, and the three of them were shocked.

Just when they were really about to break in, the door suddenly opened. After a month's absence, the familiar figure finally appeared in front of them. However, the three of them were not happy, but their expressions changed drastically.

"Wutian, your hair..."

"Brother, why is your hair turning white?"

"Little emperor..."

I haven't seen him for a month, Wutian's full head of black hair has disappeared, replaced by a head of snow-white long hair, messily draped on his shoulders, with a haggard look, but his eyes are extremely deep and silent.

There is nothing else but indifference...

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