Immortals come on the moon

Chapter 143

Jun Yuenu might have followed the little boy when he appeared, and let him make a choice like this?

Song Minhuan didn't know what the other party was planning, he was trapped in this formation now, with the long sword retracted in his hand, he closed his eyes, feeling the eyes of the formation.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, and it was the woman in front of him. What Jun Yuenu said was right, he would be able to walk out of the battle after killing that woman.

The little boy stared at him with dark and deep eyes, and whispered, "You are a holy king, you have the ability... Please find a way to save my mother."

The child stared at him stubbornly, his eyes were dark, and this expression was slightly familiar.

Jun Yuenu is really good at observing people's hearts. This child can easily remind him of Xiao Zhuang. Zhuang Li also had a miserable life when he was young, not much better than this little boy.

"This place is all fake, your mother is dead, we have to find a way to get out of here first."

Song Minhuan explained in this way, he knelt down and kept eye level with the little boy, "Are you willing to believe me?"

"You don't want to save my mother," the little boy looked at him with a hoarse voice, "I came to you to save her."

"You, like those people... think my mother is a monster?"

The little boy's eyes were full of resentment, and he looked at him as if he had a deep hatred. He held a stone in his hand and scratched it straight at his neck——

Song Minhuan quickly avoided it, but even so, there was still a burning pain on his cheek, and the skin was accidentally scratched.This kid is extremely fast, the important thing is that he has an invisible force just now that doesn't want him to dodge.

It must be the bondage of the formation.

At the same time, he also saw clearly the little boy's arm. It was full of bumps and bloody flesh, and the white bones were faintly visible. He didn't know what gnawed it out.

He didn't know the meaning of Jun Yuenu's trapping him in this formation, he didn't have time to spend here, the sword light flashed, and the long sword in his hand pierced through the body of the woman in the shed.

At this moment, a white light suddenly appeared in front of him, and he returned to the street. There were crowds coming and going, and it was the street he left from the City Lord's Mansion.

The lamps under the eaves were still on, and all the scenes were so familiar. He continued to walk forward, and pedestrians passing by came and went.Suddenly, a figure bumped into him.

He was very familiar with the little boy who bumped into him. It was the little boy he had seen just now. The little boy was wrapped tightly, and he reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

The little boy stared at him and asked, "Are you the Holy King?"

He stood there without moving, and felt that the surroundings had changed silently again, and he was still in the formation.

He killed the woman, but he failed to come out, which means that the formation is not connected to the exit, but the same formation superimposed together.

He paused and replied, "I'm not a holy king."

The little boy looked straight at him, and said in a soft voice, "I know you are a holy king, you are a holy king...you can't just ignore death, you have to save my mother."

Song Minhuan was holding the sword in his hand, he lowered his eyes and asked back: "Who told you that the Holy King can't just ignore death, what's the reason for that?"

"Then can you save my mother... why don't you save me if you are capable... please save my mother."

The little boy knelt down in front of him, and at some point a cold narcissus mask appeared on his face, and the surrounding crowd also surrounded him.

"The holy king... is the holy king..."

"I beg Lord Shengjun to save my mother," the little boy knelt on the ground with a "plop", kowtowing to him continuously, the skin on his head was quickly broken, and blood flowed out.

"Master Shengjun, please help him. You see how pitiful he is. His mother is a paralyzed person. In order to take care of him, she trades her body for money every day. They live in a dilapidated hut, which cannot cover the wind and rain in rainy days. His mother is now sick. "

"There is no money for medical treatment, only waiting for death."

Someone in the know told the reason of the matter, others were whispering in low voices, they couldn't help feeling more sympathetic, and some even went to stop the little boy on the ground from kowtowing.

Song Minhuan guessed that he had to go, so he agreed, and the little boy still led him the way, and went to the dilapidated shed the same way.

The woman inside was still rotten all over, and the scene was exactly the same as what he had seen before. He felt the eye with his spiritual sense, and the eye was still on this woman.

But he just killed this woman, and he didn't walk out of the battle.

What is Jun Yuenu's purpose?

There were many villagers following them, and the villagers looked at him secretly, with curiosity and fear in their eyes.

"I can't cure your mother's illness."

After Song Minhuan said this, he observed the expressions of the little boy and the surrounding villagers.

"How could it not be cured... I don't want to be cured," one of the villagers couldn't help muttering, looking at Song Minhuan with disdain in his eyes.

"His family is pitiful enough. If his mother leaves too, how will he live in the future?"

Song Minhuan rolled his eyes, landed on the speaker, and wrote lightly, "Since you feel sorry for him, why don't you take care of him in the future?"

It's not that he doesn't have sympathy, it's just that this magic circle was set up by Jun Yuenu, maybe it's full of evil spirits, he really doesn't need to sympathize.

The villagers are not reconciled, if they are asked to take care of the little boy and his mother in the future, but no one is willing, who is really willing to meddle in such a nosy matter?

The villagers seemed to be unable to see the strangeness of the little boy's mother, and they only discussed together in low voices.

"How do we take care of it? There is a severe drought this year... There is no food at home. You gods can get whatever you want. How do you know that it is not easy for us little people."

"It's just a matter of convenience for you to save her, and you are not willing to help with such a little help... What kind of god are you?"

The little boy's deep eyes fell on him, and his dirty hands clenched the stone tightly. The sharp stone was ground to bleed, and the stone was wrapped in a sharp wind and came towards him.

Song Minhuan once again felt the confinement of the formation, he avoided the stone, the woman was right... Killing it doesn't work, Jun Yuenu's purpose...

A conjecture emerged in his mind, and a piercing sword light swept over, piercing through the woman and the little boy in the shed at the same time.The villagers next to him were all watching this scene in horror, and the white light was shining brightly in front of him.

The young boy's laughter came from beside his ear, and he returned to the street again. A small figure bumped into him with the light from the lamp.

There are people coming and going around, it is still a familiar place, a familiar scene, and a familiar person.

This time, without waiting for the little boy to speak, he spoke first, "Are you here to ask me to save your mother?"

There was some surprise in the little boy's eyes, then he nodded and said: "My mother is dying... Only you can save her."

"Why am I the only one who can save her?"

"Because you are the Holy King."

Song Minhuan followed the little boy back to the familiar shed, where the woman was dying, and the eyes were still on the woman.The eyes sewn on the woman's forehead were bloodshot, her white eyes were lifeless, and her body was covered with the smell of blood.

He tried to cast the healing technique, and the moment he cast the healing technique, all the black spells that originally covered the woman's body crawled out densely.

The sword light swept away those black spells, and the black spells disappeared in the air. The woman on the ground suddenly let out a scream, she vomited a mouthful of blood, and fell down.

The eyes on the forehead were all closed, and the woman lost her breath in an instant.

"What did you do?" The little boy quickly wanted to help the woman up, his eyes were full of resentment, "You killed my mother—"

This time before he could make a move, the white light in front of him once again shone, and he returned to his original position.

Even if he eliminated the woman's evil curse, it was useless, the evil curse must be borne by someone physically, and at this moment he also vaguely understood what Jun Yuenu meant.

He is a holy king, so he should save people.

He is a holy king, so he can't ignore death.

He is a holy king, so he cannot kill innocent people indiscriminately.

He is a holy king, he not only wants to save the whole city, but also the woman who is under the evil spell.

So, how does he do it?Unless he can bear the evil curse for that woman and possess the spirit of "sacrificing himself for others", he can truly be called a holy king and walk out of this formation.

"Are you looking at me?" Song Minhuan stood among the crowd. Finding the eye of the formation is the easiest solution. Destroying the formation directly is not impossible, but it is a little troublesome.

"Such discipline is really boring."

Song Minhuan was vaguely aware of a gaze from the crowd falling on him, with prying and cold judgment in his gaze.

The long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and the sword patterns on the long sword emerged, and the spiritual power covered the entire formation, and a coercion came down, with a "bang", the scene in front of him shattered like a broken mirror.

Among the countless broken pieces, he saw a corner of the sun-eye pattern robe.

The entire formation collapsed silently, and Song Minhuan returned to the street again. He stood where he was, retracting the long sword in his hand. This time, no little boy bumped into him again.

He heard Gongzi Lan's voice transmission.

"Boy, where are you? If you are so unpunctual, I won't take you out next time. You'd better go back and practice your sword."

Gong Zilan's voice was laziness. Song Minhuan was walking on the street. After walking for a while, he saw a figure on the tree. Gong Zilan also saw him and jumped down from the tree.

"I met Jun Yuenu just now, he set up an array to trap me, and it took him some time to come out."

Song Minhuan said so, he told Gongzi Lan everything he encountered in the formation.

"He really doesn't give up," Gong Zilan laughed, "It seems that he is very jealous of you."

Song Minhuan didn't know why, and said lightly, "Why are you jealous of me... If he wants the name of a holy king, he can just wear a mask, and no one will recognize him."

"Boy, you don't know your blessings because you are in the midst of blessings. There are many things in you that are worthy of envy." Young Master Lan paused, "But what he is jealous of is your instinct."

"There are many valuable things in you...the first is the instinctive kindness, not the result of discipline." Gong Zilan touched the lamp under the eaves, and was scolded by the peddler, and he took it back embarrassingly. hand.

"No one makes you always be good. You can grow freely. Whether it is your master or the people around you, they are more considerate of you."

"But even so, you still do what you can from the bottom of your heart. This...is different from the kindness that has been disciplined."

"The second is that you are not stupid. You have your own thinking ability and you have your own decisions in your heart."

"You will not be troubled by the present, you have your own direction, you have the way in your heart and are fearless, and he will cast an evil spell on you... If my guess is right, you should be the only one who has survived for thousands of years."

"The evil curse of sacrifice not only affects the body, but also affects the heart," Gong Zilan said lightly, "but your heart is not affected by the evil curse at all, and you are still like this every day... lively and carefree."

Song Minhuan: "..."