MTL - Legend of Fu Yao-v7 Chapter 12 All kinds of thoughts (1)

The swords on the top of the head are cut, and the ghosts underneath are stunned. In the meantime, it is inevitable.

Meng Fu shakes his eyes and closes his eyes.

Compared with a sword, she would rather choose to smash into the mud first. Even if she is destined to die, she will have to struggle for a moment. Even if she dies more ugly, she will not hesitate if she can live more.

She is not just living for herself, there are so many people she cares about, and she cares about her people.

All the way to the blood, the brave fight for a moment is no longer her final choice.

come down! The wind is screaming, the four sides of the light and shadow are chaotic, behind the ghost of the king, the blood of the mouth without a tongue greets me.

"Hey!"

Suddenly the waist was tight and the body stopped, but it was not in the imaginary black muddy flow, but still parked in the air.

Meng Fu shook his eyes and saw a black and red shell rushing down from the top.

The wind came too fast and too fierce, so that Meng Fu shook his hair and spread his eyes, his eyes could not open, the wind blew his face, and even his breath was smashed.

The black and red hurricane rushed to her, and she did not stop when she approached her. The red light in her hand flashed, and she slammed.

After a sword, Meng Fu’s claws and claws clung to her ghost of the king!

Control who you are, control what you are, the ghost, as long as you touch Meng Fu shake a finger, it will kill!

Meng Fu shook his breath and was about to reach out and pull him. His body suddenly flew up, and at the same time, a white shadow, and her head-on direction, swept down the cliff.

Different from the stunned black shadow of the hurricane, this white shadow is fast and light, and the flow between the movements is generally neat, such as the most smooth line with the most smooth and most suitable for the body mechanics dagger, in the way of reducing air resistance, In an instant, there is no stagnation in the darkness.

Like a sharp cut to meet the black fine silk, a cut down, "哧".

It’s just that flash, the bright-eyed man with the red lips and the red eyes of the glass will appear silently in front of Meng Fu’s eyes, and a long sword close to the elbow will flash, all the way to cut off the flying swords, ping pong, half empty In the midst of numerous snow-curved sword-tip fragments, like broken tea flower petals, fluttering in the gray mist.

Unique sword style, streamlined and beautiful body shape.

Meng Fu’s eyes suddenly became slightly wet.

The man plunged in front of him and reached out and raised his hand. The two masters had a close cooperation, and Meng Fu, who was about to say hello, threw it up.

This moment of throwing Meng Fu shakes through the boundless gray and black, and sees the light above, but how can she stay out of it, and she still wants to go down in the air, suddenly she stretches over a hand and pulls her wrist to pull her. past.

Meng Fu slammed on the ground, and suddenly felt that the feeling of being down to earth was really good. The next moment she widened her eyes and said: "Cloud marks, Yao Xun Tiecheng, how come you all come in..."

The three men glanced at her and didn't talk. I saw that some of them were angry with her. Meng Fufu had no choice but to know how to lose money, but he didn't feel good about it. He was bored there and thought for a while: "I still go down, that Things are hard to deal with."

"Don't go." The cloud marks pulled her. "The brothers have a way to break the battle. You go and divide them."

"Well?" Meng Fu shook his eyebrows.

"War brother said that his master had been bored in the first two days of the four worlds, knowing the relationship between the nine ruins." Yun said, "Although this power is more powerful, more sword cliffs, but The approach should still be similar."

"What is the solution?" Meng Fu shakes the sorrowful nine secluded, and drives all the ghosts that have been killed in the life of the entrants. These things can't be killed and die, even if they are not tempted by the heart, they die. Will also be ruined by endless stalking, how can it be broken?

The two emperors killed, seemingly more than themselves? I am exhausted, what reason has he escaped?

Those souls, don't die?

Thinking this way, suddenly a flash of light flashed in my heart, faintly passing a thought, but the lightning was too fast to capture.

Probably because the thought was too horrified, the consciousness was automatically shielded.

Meng Fu shakes his heart and jumps up. The white shadow flashes in front of him. Zong Yue has swept up. His **** clothes have also been cut a few places. The bottom of the sword array is indeed powerful, and it is the first killer of the world. Famous swordsmen, they are almost hanging.

"How come you came up?" Meng Fu stunned to see him. Before he even had time to ask about Beiye, he suddenly felt the vibration under his body. The ground that had just been solid was suddenly changing. Breath and tumbling muddy flow, come back again.

They are still in the dead door, they have not yet broken, and the nine secluded squadrons are going back and forth, as long as they have not broken, they will never stop!

Meng Fu’s face changed, and he jumped up to look at the probe. A black figure under the cliff, such as the flag of the wind, smashed and rolled up, and there were countless surging ghosts. The U-turn, the broken arm, and the chest blood hole The whole body is broken... The incompleteness is slanting and slanting, and the crying and crying whistle rushes to the north of the battlefield!

The battlefield of the North is in the air, and there is no way to retreat. It will be dragged by the ghost.

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Meng Fu Shao just had to rush.

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The battle north wild suddenly drunk:

"I want to die, become!"

"Hey!"

Red red sword light across the neck, slamming open the Huaxia of the morning glow, Huaguang is more brilliant than the sword gas, splashing hot and spicy, flying out in the gray and fog, dragging a rainbow!

The stunned rainbow was not scattered, and Zong Yue’s sleeves waved, and a white practise flew out and started in the fog.

The white flag is generally shaken against the wind, dyed with bright blood, under the white practice, a black shadow splashing with blood quickly falls!

Meng Fu shook and screamed in the throat!

She was blank in the moment and was stiff.

On the edge of the cliff, she saw the black shadow falling. The ghosts immediately laughed and screamed and rushed to squeeze it. They wrapped the black shadow in it, shattered their mouths and smashed into a ball, some could not grab it, squeeze I fell off my head and flew up my legs and burst my eyes... The black river couldn’t stop rolling and tumbling until the shadows were torn into pieces. The ghost finally fulfilled the wish, and gradually sank into it, hiding in the endless river of the Nether. .

The black mud river returned to calm, the ground vibrations gradually stopped, and when the last ghost appeared on the river surface, a bubble completely sank, and there was a loud bang on all sides.

Meng Fu shakes his body on the ground and suddenly feels bright and refreshed. Then he looks at the snow and the snow on both sides. The two side walls are swaying, and the wind and the snow are whistling. It is just a valley.

The first time, nine quiet, broken.

After the break, Meng Fu swayed softly on the ground but did not like it, struggling to get up and shouting: "Battle North Field - Battle North Field -"

She screamed desperately, her voice echoing in the empty valley, hitting the mountain wall, and the mountains were all "Northern Fields, North Field, North Field..."

No one answered on all sides, and Zong Yue and Yun Zhe looked at her quietly. The air was so cold and quiet, the mountains were silent, the valley was silent, as if in the nine secluded arrays, the ghosts approached the situation and the scene was empty. Did not happen.

Meng Fu shakes and sits there, his heart is empty and empty, and he has been thinking about it for a long time. He suddenly jumped up and yelled: "War north, give me out! You won’t come out again, I won’t know you again in this life. !"

Someone laughed behind him.

Then there was a warm and clear voice: "Oh, it's stingy."

Meng Fu shook his head and banged out without a punch. "You git! Scary without this!"

The man reached out and took her this punch. He refused to relax after holding the palm of his hand. Meng Fu shook his hand and did not make a living. When she was exhausted, she still had the strength and the battle of the north field. The eyebrows were angry. Road: "Let go!"

The warm hand holding her palm paused, and she touched the slender fingers of the palm of her hand and finally let go, Meng Fu shook back and glared at him.

Behind him, among the snowy colors, the handsome man in black and red robe has deep black eyes like iron, bright and bright, and he looks at her deeply. He has no concessions and no apologies. He said: "I want to... Look at how sad you are for me."

I want to see how you look worried about me, see you frowning for me, worry about me, and write full of concern for my eyes.

I know... maybe only this time in my life.

Therefore, I know that I should not let you focus, still selfish and more indulged in that moment, I want to make your eyes more clear in this moment, and will last forever in the years to come.

I will use this day to revisit myself and tell me that in my heart, I will always have my place.

Meng Fu shakes his silence, raises his face, and staggers the burning eyes of the North Wild.

This brave and bright man.

This fire is a big emperor.

Since the first encounter with the horses in the Taiyuan jungle, it has once again stood shoulder to shoulder in the four realms of the Cang Cang. This may have been the last time in a lifetime, she knows, he also knows.

At this time, what kind of laughter and anger is pretending to be stunned, and they have not concealed the desolation from the realization of their own eyes.

She barely smiled and opened the subject: "How do you know that this law is broken? It is just like doing it."

"The bell must be tied to the bell," said Zhai Beiye. "The ghosts are not obsessed with revenge? Then I will show them to them, and my heart will be filled with grievances, and the battle will not break. I was a master."闯 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , I realized that it was so broken."

Meng Fu shake couldn't help but smile: "Oh? Thundering adults broke through this battle, why is there no one on the rivers and lakes?"

"Of course, he can't really wipe his neck. In a hurry, he will kill himself with a chicken ready to barbecue. He made a blind eye." Northfield said with a smile. "This is really not very good, and the teacher is cited as a life." Shame, so I have never said it before."

He always laughed when he spoke, trying to use his own brightness to break through the depression at this moment, and the Meng Fu’s eyebrows that had been bright and bright were utterly horrible. However, the blood of the forefront and the beach were always heavy and the pressure on Meng Fu’s heart was always working hard. Brighter, the smile is still empty.

The battle of Kitano was gradually unable to laugh out. He sighed silently and turned away.

Meng Fu waved his gaze and slowly turned to the side of Zongyue and Yunzi. When they saw them, they could not say that they were not happy. However, the joy was still helpless.

The two of them were silent, standing with one hand, one sitting cross-legged, one with a shadow, one with a gaze falling into the far empty space, their eyes no longer falling on her, but omnipresent her.

The end of the earth, only on her side.

No matter how many times she hits the water, she is still swaying, and when she is in the same place, the men of the world’s peaks are not obsessed with power because of their identity. They are always on her side.

These...people who love her.

I don’t want to be involved in my life, but I owe this debt of eternal life, which is not enough, but I’m destined to let them tide the empty city.

Her mind has long been in the bones, written in the eyes of the action, no need to distinguish words.

At this moment, the silence was too heart-wrenching. Meng Fu turned back and silently took out the Yuanbao adults and took a look. "Ah" tears fell.

Yuanbao adults are stiff and belly-like, with a dull coat of hair and no temperature at all. It seems to have been dying.

Meng Fu shook his eyes straight, staring at the ingots, tears silently condensed into ice in the corners of his eyes.

"The mouse...the mouse...not..." She held the ingot, muttering, "Don't... don't... don't really show me..."

The tears fell like ice, falling on the faint hair that was condensed into a ball.

Putting Yuanbao adults on his face and feeling the cold and hard ice on his cheeks, Meng Fu’s tone has already brought a few pleadings: "You get up, you get up, are you not very jealous of me? You don't like me very much." Is it up? Get up, get up, what do you want to do in the future, how can I marry me? I am all by you..."

Tears dribbled and fell on the corner of the snow-colored robe. It was Zong Yue who sat over. Meng Fu shook his eyes, as if he had met great hopes. He looked back at his clothes: "Zong Yue, Zong Yue, you are the world. God doctor, save the ingot, save the ingot -"

Zong Yue’s gaze fell on her broken finger and slowly looked at Yuan Bao’s adult, faintly said: “I am not a veterinarian.”

Meng Fu shook his head and looked at him. He loosened his hand for a while. Zong Yue grabbed her hand and said, "What about your finger? The squad has not yet started, I will give you a way to pick it up."

"Forget it." Meng Fu shook his hand back, empty and faint. "If you break it, it will be broken. How many things can be broken in this world? Why should I be an exception?"

Her tone was indifferent, her eyes were empty, and Zong Yue looked at the eyes, shocked, and just said something, and suddenly listened to the battle of Beiye: "Who!"

At the same time, the battlefield sleeves of the North were smashed, and the wind was raging on the snow. It was covered with snow and fog, and it was in a direction.

With his skill, in addition to the Evergreen Temple Lord, the top ten people can also block it. However, a small group of black shadows flashed, and one thing has passed through the gap between his palms and flew directly into Meng Fu.

Meng Fu shook his head and saw the thing at a glance. He slammed his eyes and said: "Black Pearl!"

The black pearl simply ignored her and went straight to the body of the Yuanbao. She said that she would cry when she held it.

"Hey..."

"Oh, oh yeah... yeah yeah..."

"Oh yeah... yeah... oh..."

Meng Fu shakes at the beginning and listens to it crying. He listens to the eyebrows and stands up. It’s just crying or mourning. It sounds like a full-time aunt crying and crying. Is it the ingot? All the lives and crying songs down to now?

Listening to that is still tearing down, Meng Fu can not bear to endure, raising his hand is a bus.

"Do you come to cry or come to save it? You can cry when you cry, and hurry to save!"

When the black pearl smashed a bar, I remembered what I was doing. I quickly dragged the ingot to the side of the snow.

Meng Fu Sha did not know what it was going to do. He reached out and tried to stop. The black pearl gave her a disgusting saliva. She stepped on her finger, and it was fatter recently. It was twice as big as the ingot. Going down, Meng Fu shook his fingers and gave him a flat face.

On the side of the body, Zong Yue stopped her and said: "These beasts, since they are born in the same vein, must have a set of life-saving methods that they themselves know. Since the black pearls have come in, you will let it go."

Meng Fu Sha had no choice but to let go, seeing the fat black pearl dragging the instant lost a lot of Yuan Bao adults, squatting into a snow hole, looking like a five big three thick mother-in-law back to the thin man... This association instantly makes Her mouth is pumping, and her heart will not, will it be so bloody?

If you think about it, what about it? Since the world is the two evergreen beasts, they have been destined to be together. As long as the black pearl can save the ingot, she does not mind being a medium...

She felt a little relaxed and heard Zong Yue ask her: "Is this time to take out the finger?"

Meng Fu shook his fingers, Zong Yue looked at it, and praised: "I actually know that I have frozen with ice and snow, but fortunately, I still have time." I thought about it and said it was difficult. "I am in a hurry, there is no mandala flower around... ..."

Meng Fu shook the calm road: "It doesn't matter."

How many injuries have been suffered in this life, and what is the meaning of no anaesthesia? It is the pain of the body, how can you compare the pain of the heart? How can you compare it to the previous **** snow in the valley, and it will be silent?

It’s not that important if you don’t worry about losing your finger and then picking it up.

The most important thing in her heart is ahead.

Zong Yue grabbed her fingers and shook hands. After the battle, Beiye breathed tightly. The cloud marks silently turned his head. He stood on his shoulder with a diamond on one foot, Huang Mao Xiangtian, one eyelid and one eye closed. Meng Fu shakes, half awkwardly said: "Good! From now on, I admire you!"

Zong Yue took out his own medical kit, ignited the fire to disintegrate those utensils, and the battle between Beiye and Yunzi turned back. The former was silent for a while, and the boxing was so splattered, but he did not know what was angry.

The air was very quiet, and I only heard the sound of the falling snow, and heard the slight sound of the knife needle. I heard the sound of the more stable hand turning over the equipment, and heard the breathless and patient breathing of the breath - the breath was not without anesthesia. The Meng Fu Sha, which is operated by the war, is the battle of the North Field and the Cloud Mark.

It is not themselves who obviously endure the pain, but they want to be able to live by their own bodies, not to see her pain and paleness, and not to see her still smiling in the calm and patient endurance.

They turned their backs to the corner, erected their ears, and listened to the sound of the snow cave. They would rather focus on the black pearls and the ingots to block the rushing heartache.

Li Rui's needle tip penetrates the musculoskeletal bones, ten fingers and heartache into the lungs, no more than that knife and sword, Huoran, the pain is only in an instant, such pain is dense, implicated, thinking that it stops no longer but actually silent erosion Like, this is the love of this road.

Meng Fu’s eyes were gradually revealing tears, and the tears shone in the darkness of the black, reflecting the brilliant red blood of the snow.

The tears are not the pain of this moment, only for those who are full of sadness but full of beauty and fullness.

She has to remember the pain of burning this moment, remembering that there has been a person who has suffered such pain for her, and maybe even from the moment she met her, she was deeply hurt.

Zong Yue’s breathing has always been the calmest one except Meng Fu’s. His identity has made him unable to maintain a quiet state of mind. However, I don’t know when, in this extremely cold weather, the muscles are always crystal clear, although the heat is not hot. Khan, he gradually leached out of sweat, sweat drops, halfway through the cold wind into ice beads, a string of falling in the snow like tears.

For a moment, he envied the battle of Kitano and Yun marks. Why aren't they but they are good at him? Then he can turn around and listen to the corner of the mouse.

The simplest operation in a lifetime.

The most difficult operation in a lifetime.

He held the broken finger, like holding his own heart, wearing a needle... walking the line... pulling out the **** impressions... Whose heart is blood... Whose heart marks...

Suddenly dark in front of my eyes.

In an instant, all four thought that they were very painful.

However, after that darkness, it did not light up again. The sky on all sides sank by one point. It was not the whole darkness. It was not a hula, it pulled down the black heaven and earth curtain, but it was like sinking into the sun. The turbid sea water is generally, as the sun moves, the light and shadow fade away a little, like the latitude and longitude of the person who has taken the light, the instantaneous view is empty and chaotic.

In the chaos, the wind that is unpredictable suddenly sounds!

Wind!

Everywhere, everywhere, the wind is so dense as the rain!

The wind sounded like I didn't know where it was, as if it was generated from the air, and the star rain covered the small space without any difference.

Almost at the same time, everyone moved.

They all rushed to the direction of Meng Fu Sha.

Although I couldn't see it, everyone had already remembered her position clearly. However, everyone felt that there was a sudden wall in front of me.

A silent, free-spirited space divides this space into countless small walls.

And they are respectively blocked between these walls, the winds are still coming from all the way, and then the four walls are reflected and ejected each other. Because the impact is constant, the flight path is more varied and there is no certain rule, so It is more difficult to avoid the law.

Several people were sulking, trying to cross the invisible barrier and rushing through the darkness of the cover. However, the faster they moved, the faster the flow of the wind was, and the more intense the attack. They crossed the vertical and horizontal, not only could not crash the invisible wall, nor could they get rid of the bone-like wind.

The battlefield of the North smashed into the invisible wall and shouted: "Supporting the Shake--Shake--" The red-red sword was suddenly pulled out, and the iridescent light was bright, but it was instantly buried by the endless darkness, and his sword in both hands suddenly volleyed. The erect slamming, even the air seemed to be split by him. The wall in the day seemed to be a point. The North Field was eager to rush, but only in an instant, like burying his sword and the red light, the invisible wall again. Silently and in front of him, he ran into a dangerous head.

The cloud marks did not say a word, and pulled the sword with his lips. The long-sword blue light flashed back to the wind and tried to pick up the invisible wall. However, it was in vain. He was quiet, although he was anxious but still Calm, the one on the shoulder is born to be a noisy temper. Grandpa King ran on the left shoulder of the cloud mark, and the yellow hair was straight, and he tried to hide from the wind and shouted: "Save the Lord! Save the Lord! I am afraid of black!"

It fluttered around, and the airflow from the **** led the winds to be more urgent. The cloud marks were hard to prevent. A reflexive cross-bow shot, King Kong’s grandfather straight down—quiet.

Tie became a rifle and danced with a scream. He was a rock-like temper. He stood still and did not move. Therefore, the wind in his body was not strong, and the rifle that he danced in the air was dialed back. Call: "The Lord - where are you -"

Yao Xun is one of the weakest martial arts among several people, but the light work is not worse than any one. The training of the Yi people from childhood has made him feel like a fish swimming and smooth, and the action is not like the battle of the North Meng Meng, the wind and the tiger, he Zhou’s wind was not strong, but Yao Xun, who rarely fought, was still very lazy. He simply went to the ground and saw the wind screaming in the air. He shouted: “The master! Okay..."

At this time, if there is a **** volley, you will see a strange situation. Several people seem to be very close together in a small space, but they cannot see each other and are inaccessible. Everyone is The transparent barrier is separated by a gray, like a maze. Different people try hard to get out in different rooms. Sometimes they are almost close to each other. The fingers can touch each other, but the more they go, so every In the room, the call sign rushed over and over the battle, making it impossible.

There is only one room that is quiet.

Zong Yue and Meng Fu shake.

In the darkness of the sky, Zong Yue and Meng Fu Sha are both sitting postures, the most inconvenient to face the posture. The people who were fighting in Beiye were all around the law, and they were not afraid of any attacks. They did not want this law to be launched without any warning. Separated, waiting for Meng Fu to shake the intuition to jump, has been a slow step.

The wind is so eager, coming over.

Zong Yue suddenly reached out and pressed her down.

Then he leaned forward and blocked her in front of her.

The wind flew over, from the direction behind Zong Yue to Meng Fu Sha, he should be able to avoid if he was flying in the sky, but he only slightly moved his body, only to block Meng Fu Sha, and even the knife and needle in his hand did not put down.

When the wind screamed, the sound of the jingle was heard in the chaos, and Zong Yue’s body was slightly shocked.

Meng Fu shake immediately wakes up and asks: "Are you injured?"

"No." Zong Yue replied simply, and even a few minutes, "I am not you, I will lose my teeth and be bloody."

Meng Fu listened to his poisonous tongue and smiled helplessly. Both of them did not move. The first wave of winds was not re-driven in the past. Except for a heavy dim, I didn’t feel any abnormality for a while. Meng Fu shook and got up. Zong Yuedao: "Don't move, let me sew."

Meng Fu frowned, thinking that this can't see how you sew? The finger surgery is a fine work. Modern doctors must use the instrument to operate. Even if Zong Yue is known as a peerless doctor, his eyes are as dexterous as a flying eagle, but it is great to sew it up and make it look like this darkness. What can I do?

Thinking this way, I suddenly felt that although it was the face of the dark charm, the medicinal fragrance of Zong Yue seemed to be stronger. It is said that he is now a supreme country, and he no longer has to use his own medicine. Why is the medicine more serious? What?

The side of the body is more tightly grasping her fingers, and the movements under her hands are as usual, stable and light, and as if they are visible, Meng Fu shakes the shock and feels the action, asking: "You can see?"

Zong Yue did not bother to answer her question.

On all sides, in the dark, in the dark, under the crisis, the man with a bad attitude, concentrates on me and takes care of her.

In the dark, I can hear his calm and long breath, like his movements, because of stability and peace of mind, Meng Fu listened quietly, suddenly in the midst of this sinister turmoil, looking for a trace of gloom warm.

However, a drop of liquid suddenly dripped on the hand and the skin was wet.

Meng Fu shook his hand and touched it. Zong Yue immediately wiped the spot away with a sigh of sorrow. He said: "Sorry, sweating, you are too uncooperative."

Meng Fu shook and cried, and the fingers touched and couldn't touch anything. She was a little uneasy, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be a bit more **** in the air, and the breath seemed to be brought by the ancestors of Zong Yue.

She gently moved her wrist and tried to get close to the ancestral sleeves. Zong Yue suddenly gave up and said, "Don't move!"

His voice seemed to be a little trembled. Meng Fu waved his gaze and said: "Munich doctor, you don't want to play tricks, or I can move whatever..."

Zong Yue suddenly let go and said with pleasure: "Okay."

When he was loose, Meng Fu suddenly felt a hot stream slid to her wrist. Zong Yue’s body was also soft in an instant. Meng Fu shook his hand to help, and suddenly the mouth was stuffed into a bitter thing. In the dark, he heard the low side of his ear: "There is a miraculous effect on the blood circulation..."

Meng Fu shook "Well" and raised his hand to try to find out where he was injured. Zong Yue’s hand was not let go, his fingers gently stroked on her face, and the gesture was light and meticulous, like touching the most. Precious porcelain.

In the darkness, there was a slight rush of breathing on the ear side, breathing hot, licking her neck, Meng Fu shakes it, but listens to the lower the lower: "Swing..."

The sound is slightly low and dumb, and the low dumb produces a faint magnetism. Each word is circling and reciprocating. There is a kind of chic and moving, which is actually a dark enchanting sound.

In the darkness of silence, I suddenly heard the sound of a special experience. Meng Fu’s moment was lost, and I remembered that the Xuanyuan Palace and the gorgeous man met, and the man under the bow of the gods took the lead and ignited. The scorching fire.

It is completely different from the crystal of Zong Yue, another person in the body.

As in the daytime, the ancestors will never talk to her in such a tone, and the dark charm belongs to the darkness, which belongs to the hustle and bustle of the darkness.

"Swinging..." Zong Yue's tone is gentle, the warm wind is generally smashed, or the clear lake in the autumn sun, with the golden light shining, the ripples of each tone are floating and silent.

"Only to be a dark charm... I can only try to get close to you..."

His fingers stroked on her face, seemingly to take Meng Fu’s silhouette with his fingertips, and Meng Fu turned his face. He gently said: "Only in front of you, you can make a dark charm, and some words can be said. ... Shake, are you still blaming me?"

With a sigh, Meng Fu yelled: "No... the past has passed, I have never blamed you, we are... friends, friends forever."

"Friends..." Zong Yue seemed to smile with a smile and then lowered his voice. "How long can you live? It is already lucky to meet..."

Meng Fu shakes his head and does not let the tears that are about to flow out to the corner of his eyes... How short can life be? How long can you live? Short as a meteor moment, it seems that they met at the beginning of the year, and they have to go their own way in the blink of an eye; as long as the three generations of the world, the world is hard to move forward, his direction is far away.

"I know that you have to leave after all." Zong Yue grabbed her and tried to push his fingers, lips gently touched her fingertips, "... let me remember you more clearly..."

It belongs to the delicate and lingering of the dark charm, surrounded by her in the darkness, and the cold air is turned into water. I want to include the beloved woman. Meng Fu Sha is just sitting, calm and looking up to the north. Clearly said: "Forget me, forget the arrogant Meng Fu Sha, your world is in Xuanyuan, my road is ahead."

"Forget...it's easy." The man with red lips is a little bitter smile, how long can he live? If you have it, you will feel short-lived. If you lose it, you will feel long. Even if his life is not long enough, the suffering of Acacia is enough to stretch the time. From then on, it is bitter.

However, she is on the road, always on the road, unable to catch up.

Slightly sighing and no longer saying anything, Zong Yue quietly stuffed a pill into his mouth, and then went to Lamont's hand, and his hand just stretched out, and suddenly he was shocked and silently slipped.

At the same time, Meng Fu Sha also shocked.

The air on all sides suddenly became thicker, like the whiteness increased the weight, and in the darkness, in the distant places, there was a huge shock in the vagueness, as if a giant from the wilderness was stepping on the heavy slow pace of the earth shaking. Step by step, approaching.

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After nine days, the land of the gods, the ice hole is shining, reflecting the slightly pale face of the faint.

The wind is unobstructed and passes through the ice holes that run through before and after, and whistling, and people who are caught in the darkness wake up.

When the sky is bright and not bright, Chang Sun Wuji finally slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing to restore consciousness is to immediately hold the left palm and then feel relieved.

That silk is still there.

Extreme pain in the past, the limbs have been numb, his roots stretched open his fingers, let the silk sag fall, the handwriting is well preserved, dense.

As soon as he glanced over, he smiled slightly.

Sure enough, there is no guess.

The record of an old thing from no one cares is the key to unlocking the mystery of the emergence of the founder three hundred years ago.

Three hundred years ago, when the founder of the Evergreen Temple was soaring, the place of choice was to pick up Tianfeng for nine days.

In the last days of his life, he spent the nine days.

It is said that the place where such ancestors soared should be preserved as a holy place. However, I don’t know why, after the last nine days of Tianfeng, it became a forbidden place for recidivism.

Just like the life of a founding ancestor, the first half of the glory is brilliant and everyone knows well. Before the ascendant, all generations of the lord of the dynasty have been ignorant, and it is obvious that they should be advertised as a spurt of ascent, and it is said to be dry: The ancestors succeeded and they soared.

For many years, without the command of the Lord, no one can go to the peak, and because of the harsh environment of Tianfeng, there is great harm to the person, and no one is willing to risk climbing up and blowing.

So for three hundred years, only prisoners will be trapped there.

One hundred and fifty years ago, the Yaksha King on the criminal scaffold, all the spirit used to be painful, roaring destiny, the fierce grandson of 150 years later, but completely prepared.

Many years ago, the youngsters who learned Wu Qicai, when others were not enough time to face the vast martial arts books, he completed his own progress early, leisurely, looking around for a book.

Rather than looking for a book of leisure, it is better to say that it is intended to find the unsolved mystery of the predecessors. When all the disciples are rumored that the promises of the generations are only accepted, the juveniles do not agree – the abnormalities must be demon, those numbers The story of a hundred years ago must have hidden feelings.

In the place of the Evergreen Temple, there is no free book. I searched the entire temple, and finally found a dirty booklet for the foot of the book under the shelf of the library.

The booklet is not a book, just a handwritten miscellaneous note, mixed in a pile of broken books, thrown away by people casually, the contents of the booklet are very mixed, astronomical geography and customs are involved, like a person walking in the world diary.

There is not much content on the booklet, but the text is profound and profound.