My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 206 My Life Wish 6

It was late at night, Wu Xiyan wiped the body of the person who was already too tired to fall asleep, and then sat on the side of the bed, picked up the letter that Wen Fengmian had just handed to him in a daze.

According to the letter, Wen Fengting has already taken a step ahead and went to Wushan to explore the way. He hoped that Wizard Mountain and various Taoist sects could send people to Wushan as soon as possible to deal with the ghosts together.

After receiving the letter, Wu Xiyan's face was solemn, this person still went his own way, regardless of his own safety.

With 500 years of Taoism, even those evil spirits that the ancestors could not easily deal with, how could he alone be able to solve them.

Looking back at the sleeping person, Wu Xiyan put on his clothes, closed the door of the room, and went out.

The main elders of the door were gathered to the meeting hall overnight. The lights were brightly lit all night, and no one knew why Patriarch Wu was not in the bridal chamber on the night of his wedding, but why he was discussing matters all night.

I only know that in the early morning of the second day, the main elite disciples and elders of the sect on the Wizard Mountain left the Wizard Mountain in a hurry. As for the bride in the new house, when the red wax burned out, she also fell into a deep sleep. This night, too, is over.

After meeting the disciples of the Three Daoists and the Wizard School, they rushed to the Wushan Mountain non-stop. Along the way, all kinds of discussions arose in the rivers and lakes, and the court was not quiet.

Wen Fengmian thought that he could also go to Wushan with him, but Wu Xiyan locked him in the inn at the foot of Wuxi with a talisman, leaving only one sentence: "Wait for me."

And, that tender kiss between the eyebrows, and then left.

In a word, it was worthless for him to stick to it all his life.

Three days later, only Wen Fengting appeared at the door of the inn dying, holding a tiger mask tightly in his hand.

Except for Wenfengting, no one came out of the foggy mountain, including Wuxiyan.

Wen Fengmian's heart was torn, he didn't dare to stop for a moment, and he didn't care about his sorrow, so he rushed back to Wenjia Town with Wen Fengting, fearing that Ah Yan would not come back, and even his third brother was gone.

Half a month later, under the treatment of the elders of the Wen family, Wen Fengting woke up from the coma, and the first sentence was:

"Ninth brother, I'm sorry, I couldn't bring him out."

Wen Fengmian burst into tears in an instant, holding the tiger mask, and squeezed his white fingers tightly, all the bitterness came up.

"Third brother, third brother, he...does he have something to say to me?"

Wen Fengting weakly stretched out his hand to caress the top of his hair, his eyes were bloodshot, he never knew what happened to them in that year, and they developed such affection, but he couldn't say anything.

Because at the last moment, Wu Xiyan's bloody and bloody face was engraved on the softest part of his heart like a brand, it was a heart-wrenching pain, but that was all.

Wu Xiyan didn't leave any words, because it was too late, the moment the formation was broken, everyone had no time to predict the next moment of death.

As for him, he was able to survive only by relying on Yinyangpu's centuries-old psychic eye, which protected him with spiritual power at the last moment.

Wen Fengting was silent for a long time, looking at Wen Fengmian's begging eyes, he still couldn't bear it after all:

"He said, to make you happy and good, this mask is the last moment, he asked me to bring it out for you."

Wen Fengmian covered his mouth and cried, this mask was the first gift he gave, and he didn't know where it was thrown away by his playful self, but it turned out that he was the one who kept it.

Wu Xiyan, you bastard!It's easy to die, but I, with such a long life, what should I do.

"Ah Yan..."

After a lapse of 60 years, the overlapping sound of Ah Yan expressed the cruelty of time.

60 years later, Wen Fengmian's ravine face is still full of tears. The difference from 60 years ago is that he was young and flamboyant at that time, but now he is dying.