Yun Yongzhou did not expect this sudden embrace.

His rapid breathing was infinitely amplified by the darkness, and it hit Yun Yongzhou's heart like rain, making him unable to calm down. He knew that Wei Huan was just using his own demonic power to suppress the demonic energy in his body, and he knew it very well.

He could have taken this opportunity to hug him back, but he didn't.

He liked Wei Huan, so he gave him the most complete respect and freedom.

The strong collision of demonic energy in his body gradually subsided and was filled with warm light. Wei Huan's consciousness gradually returned to clarity. When he opened his eyes, he saw the looming collarbone of Yun Yongzhou's collar, and he suddenly reacted.

Why did I hold him?

Wei Huan quickly let go of his arm, squeaked back like a chicken that hit a spring, and then took a small step back awkwardly, staggering and almost losing his balance.

"Well... I just seemed..." Wei Huan didn't even dare to raise his head. He didn't know how to explain his behavior. What he did just now was indeed mindless, so he hugged him naturally.

"...I don't know what's going on, it just hurts so much...and then..."

Yun Yongzhou did not let him continue, but interrupted with a cold voice, "I know."

you do not know.

Wei Huan's subconscious retort shocked himself.

He laughed, concealing his inner uneasiness at the moment, and then quickly changed the subject, "Fortunately, I have you, otherwise I might have died in there just now... Oh, by the way, Qinghe is still over there, I'll go see him."

After walking a few steps, Wei Huan suddenly felt his eyes hurt. He stopped, lowered his head and rubbed it twice with his hands.

So uncomfortable.

Forget it, let's go over there first. Just when Wei Huan was about to leave, Yun Yongzhou stopped him, "Wait a minute."

He walked up to Wei Huan, took off the hand that was rubbing his eyes, held his right cheek, and gently wiped his thin eyelids twice with his thumb.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Wei Huan felt much better.

"Go ahead."

Wei Huan shouted, and the fire wall at the door of the office went out. Qing He was rummaging through something inside. When he noticed someone coming in, he pointed his gun at the door with great vigilance. After seeing the person's identity, he put the gun down, "Are you okay?"

Wei Huan shook his head, "We have to get out of here quickly."

Qinghe put away all the information, "What just happened outside? I thought you wouldn't be able to come back."

Wei Huan looked into Qinghe's eyes and said, "I suspect that their demon puppet plan has actually been successful."

"What did you say?" Qinghe was in disbelief, "You mean you just saw the demon puppet."

Yun Yongzhou said, "We have fought before. It is indeed a mixture of humans and demons. Let's find a safe place to talk first."

Just when Yun Yongzhou was about to activate his spirit to cross the barrier, a blue light suddenly flashed.

A crescent-shaped blade flew towards Yun Yongzhou's wrist. His thoughts reacted faster, and the light blade condensed in an instant, blocking the blade.

"Who?" Everyone quickly became alert. Qinghe looked around and found no suspicious person.

The blocked blade flew out and stuck into the wall. He could see it clearly.

Blue blade.

As soon as Yun Yongzhou took a step, the blade turned into the wind and disappeared without a trace.

For a moment, he felt every pore in his body tremble, and his first reaction was to look back at Wei Huan.

Wei Huan was obviously more shocked than him. He didn't even have time to pretend. His pupils were shaking, his hands were clenched into fists, and the muscles on his face were unnaturally tense.

How is this possible.

It must be a coincidence.

It must be...

Suddenly, the glass window of the office suffered a terrible attack. Countless blue blades flew in, shattering the window glass in an instant. Yun Yongzhou raised his hand and weaved a barrier to block them.

But the strength of the blade was so amazing that cracks began to appear in the barrier. Qinghe, who had no idea about it, looked at the cracks and asked, "How can it be so strong?"

Wei Huan was about to lose the ability to think rationally. He stepped forward step by step and walked towards the outside of the barrier. Yun Yongzhou noticed that a light cord stretched out from his wrist and wrapped it around Wei Huan's arm, "Wait a minute.

"

He glanced down at his arm and tried his best to pull the light cord away, but the more he pulled the light cord, the tighter it became. Qinghe soon realized something was wrong, "What's wrong with you? Wei Heng?"

The name Wei Heng brought some clarity to Wei Huan's nearly collapsed brain.

But the next second I felt even more disgusting.

He looked at these blue flying blades trying to pierce the barrier with red eyes.

No, it's the Wind Blade.

Everything is so familiar that it makes people feel sick. This was originally his ability, the wind-controlling creation technique of his Nine Phoenixes.

The sound of wings appeared outside the window.

Wei Huan sensed it immediately. He gathered demonic power in his hands, and the bracelet on his wrist turned into a sharp cone of light that penetrated the barrier and flew towards the target. The sound of flapping wings got closer and closer, and the light cone that pierced his body flew away.

It came out, turned into a chain in mid-air, and wrapped around the thief, tightly.

He could hear his voice trembling, but he couldn't control it.

"Yun Yongzhou, kill him."

It was the first time that Qinghe saw Wei Heng lose his composure. He almost wanted to kill that person directly, but it was obvious that he always had a temper. He originally tried to see who the hidden killer was.

Wei Heng could be so excited, but he was wearing a mask and his face couldn't be seen clearly from too far away.

But this figure...

Just after the light chain entangled the man, all the wind blades attacking the barrier suddenly gathered together and stabbed in fiercely.

Yun Yongzhou reacted quickly, "Be careful!"

The wind blade stabbed Wei Huan's hand that controlled the light chain continuously. Just before Yun Yongzhou separated a new light to protect him, the light chain wrapped around the man and disappeared. In an instant, it turned into a light shield to resist the attack for Wei Huan, but Feng Yongzhou blocked the attack for Wei Huan.

The blade's attacks were too intensive, and cracks appeared in the light shield in an instant.

When this didn't work, Yun Yongzhou created a new barrier to protect Wei Huan and Qing He, spread his wings and chased after him, "Qing He, keep an eye on him."

The guy was seriously injured by the light blades of Yun Yongzhou and Wei Huan. Yun Yongzhou left room for his attack because he felt doubtful in his heart. This man's demon power was much stronger than the two demon puppets just now. He was tall and even had the power behind his back.

His wings are all black feathers from the Nine Phoenix clan.

If he is also a monster like those people...

Yun Yongzhou was afraid of this possibility and had no way to attack him with a deadly attack. He could only surround him with the fire of the Golden Crow. This attack method seemed to make the other party fearful.

He knew that this guy had also been seriously injured. Although the wounds could not be seen clearly in the black clothes, the smell of blood on his body was diffused in the air. But the strange thing was that this demon puppet had no intention of hiding at all.

Like a machine without any pain. His wind knife is exactly the same as Wei Huan's in the past, even stronger.

After struggling for a while, he decided to use all-round large-scale attacks. Thousands of light cones that were sharper than the blades were just about to sink into the demon puppet's body.

He suddenly disappeared.

Yun Yongzhou's eyes dimmed. The combination of creating a barrier and traveling through the art almost reached the level of teleportation.

later.

Just as he turned around as quickly as possible, a long and narrow wind knife pierced his chest and sank into his heart.

Yun Yongzhou spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood dripped on the blade. Soon, the long blue knife turned into the wind and disappeared together with the mysterious demon puppet.

"Eternal day!"

Wei Huan's last thread of reason finally broke at this moment, and a tear that had been accumulating in his red eyes fell, "Yun Yongzhou..."

Yun Yongzhou lowered his head and covered his heart. Blood gurgled out and seeped out from the gaps between his fingers. He adjusted his breathing and flew back to the window.

Wei Huan supported him, and Qing He also stepped forward, "Are you okay?"

Yun Yongzhou didn't speak, just kept silent and used his spirit movement, activating the barrier crossing technique. In an instant, they transformed and left the crisis-ridden research institute building and came to a secluded place.

Qinghe looked around. It seemed to be a single house, and a whole lake could be seen outside the window. Wei Huan didn't realize that this was the cabin in the forest that Yun Yongzhou had brought him to before. He anxiously looked at Yun Yongzhou.

Zhou helped him to the bed in the bedroom and saw that his chest was still bleeding out, "Why can't it heal..."

Yun Yongzhou's face turned pale, but he still tried to calm him down, "It's okay, just slower."

That person's demonic power is too strong.

Wei Huan lowered his head and pressed his chest firmly. Qinghe felt that his mood was wrong, so he said, "I'm going to look for something to stop the bleeding."

As soon as he left, the place became quieter. Wei Huan's mood was complicated and tormenting. He tried his best to endure it and pretended to be calm. When Qinghe came back with the medical kit, he was busy taking off Yun Yongzhou's clothes again.

The blood-soaked shirt was wrapped in a bandage for him. Qinghe looked at the blood and felt terrible. If this was a human being who had been stabbed in the heart so hard, he would have died long ago.

But as powerful as Yun Yongzhou, he still fell into a coma. His eyes were closed, and he looked no different from usual. But Wei Huan did not dare to face his face.

After treating his wounds, Wei Huan, who kept his head down, looked at the blood on his hands without saying a word.

Qinghe packed up his things and grabbed his bag, "I'll go outside first. If you need anything, call me." When he left, he closed the door. Only Yun Yongzhou and Zui were left in the room, lying on the bed.

Wei Huan was silent beside the bed.

On the bedside table was a basin of water that Qinghe had brought before. Wei Huan immersed his hand in it and washed away the blood little by little.
To be continued...