MTL - Peerless-Chapter 187 (End of text)

Chapter 187

As long as Xiao Lu thinks, people with whom he has dealt with are all better off to attract him as a confidant.

Even Cui didn't go.

But Xiao Lu knew that he was extremely proud.

Tolerance is imperfect and imperfect.

Ironically, the first half of his life was imperfect and flawed from beginning to end.

Born to the family, the door has fallen.

Well-known, but met the fainting monarch, and could not be reused.

Talent is extremely high, never forget, Wu Gong qualifications are difficult to get one or two in a hundred years, but they are born with poison, and have deep internal strength, mostly used to suppress toxins.

His original plan was to infiltrate from inside the Southern Dynasty, because after all, it was his territory, and Chen was weak, and the Southern forces were complex and had many opportunities to use.

But several years ago, the appearance of Yu Wenyihuan changed his mind.

At that time, the Northern Zhou Dynasty was still in existence. Yu Wenyi was the daughter of Prince Zhou, and she will be the daughter of the emperor in the future.

When she was born, she was mistaken for death and abandoned, but she is a twin sister with her prince and daughter-in-law. This identity is subtle and extremely useful. Xiao Lu combined the light and the dark, and managed for several years, and finally had this rare opportunity.

On the third day of the Lantern Festival, the solar eclipse, the death of Zheng Yi, Liu Ye, the change of the Qin Dynasty, the Buddhist temple of Daxingshan Temple, all kinds of conditions combined. .

If Cui did not wait for others to obstruct it, if the non-alliances of the Confederate Confession were changed temporarily, if he did not seek perfection, he would first solve the Sui Emperor.

However, there aren't so many other things in the world.

From the beginning, Xiao Lu knew that the road he was going to take, standing thousands of miles away, and a square inch of cliffs, had no choice.

Even if he runs out of energy and arranges business for so many years, he still cannot escape death.

Changing lives against the sky, in the end, it was just a joke.

Xiao Lu closed her eyes and turned her half-life away in a short period of time. Then she felt a little funny.

"I don't bet." He heard Cui not go so.

"You are afraid." Xiao Lu laughed.

"Yes, I'm afraid." Cui didn't go lightly, and didn't want to explain more.

But Xiao Lu saw his thoughts at a glance.

"Cui doesn't go, I think you have learned how to judge the situation better than anyone, and you have broken the boat, but now you know you have no way out, but you dare not go one step further, why?"

Silent.

Cui didn't go without talking.

Xiao Lu laughed: "You are concerned. You are afraid that after you accept my offer, you won't even be able to go out here. You are outside and there are people you want to see, aren't you?"

Cui does not go to hear if he does not hear: "Xiao Lu, you always say that we are similar, yes, your encounters, qualifications, and even have been taught by Fan Yun, they are quite similar, but I am not interested in subverting the world, nor interested To seek usurpation, and to show no interest, to gamble on a vain hope. "

Having said that, he said coldly: "You still have the strength to say these things, it is better to get up and explore the way."

Xiao Lu sighed: "If there is hope, what about nihilism? The harder you try now to leave here, the more energy you have to spend, even if you refuse to gamble, you're afraid you won't be able to go far."

It's really bad that Cui didn't go now.

Although his expression was calm and his tone was not very ups and downs, it was because he was used to repressing pain.

At this moment, if there is no stone wall behind to support the body, I am afraid that people can't stand.

Every breath you exhale is like exhaling a ball of fire, burning your heart and lungs hot and burning.

The cold and chilly atmosphere in the cave is mixed with it, instead of alleviating the pain, but colliding like ice and fire, it is incompatible.

Cui couldn't bear it anymore, and finally he couldn't help it, spit out a spit of blood.

Xiao Lu's eyes narrowed.

His eyes were no longer indistinguishable from the way he had seen before, but with Cui not going to the fire fold on his hand, he could still see the blood on the ground dark red and almost black.

Xiao Lu still ridiculed: "I didn't expect the two of us to fight for so long, but we will eventually die the same day and the same day in the same month and the same year, maybe we have a fate in the afterlife."

Cui didn't sneer: "I don't want to meet Xiao Landlord anymore. I also ask Xiao Landlord to die a little bit, just keep me quiet."

The firelight on his hand slowly went out, and the surroundings were completely dark again.

But before the light disappeared, Cui did not go to see the scene behind Shimen.

It was a gangway, with candlesticks chiseled into the walls on both sides.

If he is not wrong, the floor they are on should be the first floor of the palace, with candlesticks, indicating that the road is for people to pass through. Maybe they can find an exit.

But the premise is that there are no trap agencies waiting for them along the way.

Cui didn't spit out a stale gas, managed to support her elbow, and slowly stood upright.

Even if Xiao Lu could not move, he would continue to walk until he left here.

"Don't go, stay with me ..."

Xiao Lu tempted behind him.

The sound seemed to be an invisible shackle, which blocked Cui's ankle, making him unable to move.

Cui didn't go really tired.

The body was too old to withstand any frustration, but was dragged by him, wandering around the ghost gate for years and years.

It takes great willpower to command the body and keep up with the mind.

But he was still half a step slow, heavy and stagnant.

"Cui doesn't go, you are desperately trying to leave here, if the person you want to meet does not want to see you, what should you do?"

"You are living so hard, and you are suffering from illness all the time, but you do n’t want to chase the supremacy of the world. What's the point?"

"It would be better to die here with me, so I would not be lonely with Huang Quan!"

Behind him, Xiao Lu coughed, coughed and laughed, and coughed.

Cui didn't go without looking back or paying attention.

Still step by step, he moved forward slowly and hard.

Crossed Shimen, entered the martyrdom, and stretched out his hands without seeing the five fingers, just like the abyss of a thousand feet, Yin Hell.

Only the pain from the limbs reminded him that he was still alive.

A gentle breeze struck behind him.

Cui didn't notice it, but couldn't avoid it, his neck was quickly pinched by a cold hand.

"You don't want to die with me, but I want to pull back."

Xiao Lu gently softened, holding his acupuncture points, palms down the back of his neck and sticking to his back.

"If Cui doesn't go, even if you don't want to gamble, I'll gamble with you."

Cui couldn't talk, couldn't move, couldn't struggle.

The cave was buried deep in the ground for thousands of years, but the cold air of the sky lingered around him, but his back followed by Xiao Lu's hand, but he suddenly shoved a sun into his body like the other party, and instantly burned dozens of bones It turns into ashes powder, and it is painful and impermanent to escape between the fire and ice.

The flesh was tossed by invisible hooks, as if to tear the whole person apart, and the hot lava of hot waves rolled and bubbling around him, but he couldn't melt the sorrow of the cold bones of the forest, and the two sides were deadlocked. The body to go is where the fight is, and do n’t stop without swallowing the other side.

But how can a mortal body withstand such torture, not to mention that this body is originally fragile and does not need such drastic changes at all, just a slight push, it will immediately break into bones and be lost.

He opened his eyes slightly, staring at nothingness in front of him, his lips unconsciously spreading a little, as if he wanted to groan, but eventually fell silent.

When the pain was extremely extreme, the psychic soul could not bear it, and tried his best to break away from the shackles of the body and walk upwards.

Just a little bit closer, he can be completely relieved, never having to linger in pain.

The revenge of the biological mother has already been reported.

The grandson of the left month and Song Liangchen were present, so he didn't have to worry much.

There are so many smart people in the world that the imperial court will soon be able to find a new left-hand messenger and take office.

As for this case, Xiao Lu will be with him. Under the long buried palace, the bones and the soil will rot together. A few months later, it must have become obscure and lost its name.

All the grudges and hatreds gradually went away, and eventually wandered away.

All obsessions, but false appearances.

You see, is n’t it nice to stay here quietly? You have my opponent, even if you have Huang Quan, you will not be lonely.

Unknown voices lingered in the ears, lingering and penetrating, gentle and poisonous.

Cui did not go chaotic, was led by people, walked under the stone gate, passed through the long martyrdom, the hours were still, the burning and freezing pain of ice and fire completely disappeared, his body was light, and he continued to move Are negligible.

He hadn't walked so briskly for a long time. It was the feeling that he didn't dare to think in the past. Cui didn't even go and never felt that he could still think like ordinary people.

No, it's more comfortable than ordinary people. If you go on like this, it won't be long before you can ...

Can-

Even if he was pulled involuntarily by a force, he could not help but force the force to stop with the opposite will.

In the midst of it, there seems to be nothing left to remember.

That thing seems to be very important.

He looked up puzzledly and lowered his head, but he couldn't remember anyway.

That power was behind him, pushing him forward step by step.

What the **** can't remember?

He had a little anxiety desperate for an answer.

An object in his arms slipped out and landed on the ground. The jade collided and it was crisp and long.

The sound made his fuzzy thoughts suddenly sober for a moment.

It seems like a piece of jade.

He vaguely remembered that one night after returning to Beijing, perhaps the night of the Lantern Festival in Shanghai, he went to Dongshi for an appointment, passed a shop, saw a piece of jade, and bought it in hand.

On that piece of jade, is carved--

He frowned, reluctantly searching every detail in his memory.

Seems like, a phoenix.

The phoenix is ​​lifelike, proud and holds its head up, and wants to fly nine miles, he feels like someone at first glance.

Cui didn't shake a little, and suddenly stopped, no matter how much the force pushed it, he refused to move forward.

He still has work to do.

He still has someone to see.

He can't go.

He didn't want to die.

He wants to survive.

Along with this thought, the tide-like pain once again entered the body in all directions, the tide was turbulent, and it was almost no peak.

Cui didn't go half-conscious and unconscious. He didn't know that blood was constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth, and his body couldn't stop twitching and shivering.

He didn't see Xiao Lu behind him, already described as withered and full of hair.

The hand that Xiao Lu stamped on his back was already slender from the original Yingrun, and it had become wrinkled and shriveled, like a bone, extremely terrifying.

A bite of blood spit on the back of Cui not going, Xiao Lu suddenly let go and crooked to the side.

He didn't even have the strength to open his eyes again to take a look at this muddy world.

I used to think that I would be very reconciled, but at this point, there was some peace in the sky and the earth settled down.

This burial place is not bad, at least the earth palace dedicated to the Buddha's treasure will not be as filthy and dirty as other places.

It's a pity, after all, it is impossible to fight.

The corners of Xiao Lu's mouth raised slightly, pulling the old and withered skin, no longer the abundance of gods like jade, even the most familiar people may not recognize it.

His eyes retreated from the empty distance, and fell on Cui Buqi beside him.

Cui doesn't go, good luck.

If you can't stand it, just stay with me, we Huangquan Hell, and fight again.

Vaguely, someone said such a word to him.

Cui Bingqu couldn't tell whether it was hallucination or reality, just as he couldn't tell whether he was fascinated or still in the world.

The power from the underworld has always wanted to hook up his soul. The spirit and the body are engaged in a fierce battle, and they never stop dying.

He wandered in the gloomy and unknown place, relying on the last bit of clarity to maintain, he refused to be pushed away by external forces, and even went back and forth a little bit.

It's unknown how long it took before Cui didn't go to feel the slow awakening of consciousness in the body.

The pain was more severe, not only the body, but also the head, as if a hand was forced into a calm pond to stir.

Unconsciously, he sighed softly.

The sigh came far away and was blocked by the wall, echoing layer after layer.

He managed to open his eyes.

Naturally, the eyes are still dark.

But he keenly felt that the second person's breath was gone.

"Xiao ... footed?"

Cui didn't go and got no answer.

Soon, there were messy footsteps in the distance.

It's like a person walking erratically, shivering, broken into pieces, sometimes light and heavy.

Who will it be?

Emperor Sui, the eldest grandson, or the puppet people raised by the cave.

It may be Fengxiao, or Tuanqinghe.

But no matter whether he was a friend or an enemy, he had no strength to move again.

Footsteps were getting closer.

He also carried a ray of light, which trembled up and down with the steps of his master, blurring his figure.

It should be ... a woman.

Cui does not frown.

His mind was a bit chaotic now, and at first he thought it was Qiao Xian. After a while, he remembered that Qiao Xian had been sent to the field by him long ago, and it was impossible to appear here.

Not Qiao Xian, nor Qin Miaoyu.

He quickly got the answer.

The other stopped moving forward, panting, and the light shone on her face.

Yuyan, who was originally so beautiful, was a little bit disproportionate.

A vertical mark on the center of the eyebrow was cut open by the knife, the flesh turned out, and the blood left a dry mark along the bridge of the nose. There was a drum on the forehead, and there seemed to be something moving underneath.

Yu Wenyi looked at him happily, and then turned his eyes to him.

Cui didn't go here until she saw that Xiao Lu, who had been painting quietly, had long been silent.

"Xiao Lang!"

Tears flowed from the eyes, Yu Wenyi knelt down enthusiastically and hugged Xiao Lu tightly, without any fear of the aging, cold body of the other party.

Why don't you wait for me?

The girl shouted silently, her eyes almost condensing the sorrow of half her life.

To her, Xiao Lu is heaven, earth, and the whole first half of her life.

She came from a rich family, but never became a princess.

Princess Le Ping, Yu Wen'e Ying, Yu Wenyi, Emperor Sui, and the Queen of Solitude, these close relatives are too far away from her.

Even if Xiao Lu was ordered to approach the mother and daughter of the princess, Yu Wenyi Huan never regarded them as her own.

What makes her unreserved is Xiao Lu.

Because this man, since she remembered, she taught her to read, read, and teach her martial arts conspiracy. Although the two were named siblings, even if Xiao Lu asked her to undress and give up, she would not hesitate to offer her virginity .

It is a pity that Xiao Lu never asked for it from the beginning to the end. There was never a shortage of beauties around him, and his thoughts were all in the great cause of the world.

Even more, Xiao Lu puts more attention on her opponent, Cui Buqi, than she does.

Yu Wenyi shed tears of blood.

And Xiao Lu's body can no longer warm up again.

She slowly raised her head and stared at Cui.

The latter looked indifferently, without fear.

"Xiao Lang is dead. Why aren't you dead?"

Yu Wenyi lowered Xiao Lu and squeezed a long-line tapeworm from her eyebrows, and her other hand stretched towards Cui Buqi, going down his neck, slitting the placket, soft and ambiguous.

"You hurt Xiao Lang like this, and you can't just die so easily. It should be worse than him, and you can also relieve his pain under Jiuquan."

The skin below the collarbone was scratched with a blood mark by his nails, and Yu Wenyihuan approached the tapeworms, who couldn't wait to be sucked up and desperately sucked blood.

She let go, and the tapeworms slid into the flesh, revealing only a short tail.

Soon, even with his tail missing, Yu Wenyi opened the other's placket and watched the maggots slowly swim under his skin chest. He couldn't help but smile.

"Next, I want to dig out your heart, but rest assured that with this maggot, even if you have no heart, you won't die in a short while. Maybe you can feel it carefully. What kind of heart is it? feel."

She whispered softly, slowly pulling Cui's clothes off with both hands, and there was almost pious seriousness on her face.

Cui doesn't just think that the body image is divided into three parts.

Part of it is the original illness in my body.

Part of it is the skill that Xiao Lu just passed over.

Another part is poison.

All three parties wanted to use his body as the battlefield to dominate the world, and they fought fiercely with each other. No one was willing to give up easily. The consequence was that Cui did not go to the corner of his mouth and was constantly overflowing with black blood. Obviously, his body had reached the end of the crossbow and could not stand the slightest damage.

But Yu Wenyihuan ignored it.

She didn't care how much pain Cui didn't go. The more painful the other side was, the happier she was. Even if Cui didn't go, she could describe her current feelings in detail. I was afraid Yu Wenyi would clap her hands with joy.

She stroked each other's chest intently, choosing a place to start.

Finally, Yu Wenyi smiled happily.

She thought she could cut it open from the middle of her chest, and then put her hand in and pulled out her heart.

Suddenly, a sword passed silently to her back.

If Yu Wenyi is aware of it, the alarm bell rings.

The other party came from the martyrdom. For such a long time, she actually waited until the other party was close to realize that the other party's martial arts were so high that it was no less than the former Xiao Lu.

The thought passed by, and Jian Feng had crossed her chest through her back.

Yu Wenyi faced blankly.

When she grabbed the tapeworms on the ground and put them in her body, she was ready to die as a container for tapeworms.

She knew that she could not do martial arts, so she had to rely on this thing to help Xiao Lu, even if she would be miserable in the end.

But when she finally found Xiao Lu, the other party was dead.

All her hard work and sacrifice were all brought to naught.

Jian Feng was red with blood, and Xu Yan quickly pulled it out. She was flung out directly. The sword rolled over her neck. The girl immediately separated, her blood splashed on the stone wall, and her head rolled away.

Cui didn't go and was caught by one arm.

He faintly heard someone shouting his name, making several sounds, anxious and frightened.

Cui did not open his eyes reluctantly, and when he was about to speak, he spit again.

Then he saw Feng Xiao's entire face changed.

How could the proud owner of Feng Erfu ever have such a look?

Cui didn't want to laugh a little, but she said, "Help me pick out the maggots ..."

Feng Xiao stared at his swimming under the skin, biting his teeth, "I dare not start."

He would even dare not say.

Cui didn't want to laugh anymore.

"Left and right are just life and death." He closed his eyes and said lightly, "I give my life to you, and there is no complaint about death."

Feng Xiao looked, tried to say something, and held back again.

He lit the flames, and by the light, he found a dagger from his sleeve and roasted it on the fire for a while. The blade pointed at Cui's heart, but he didn't scratch it.

"fast……"

The roundworm seemed to drill deeper again, and Cui didn't go to pain and twitched her body, she was already unconscious.

Feng Xiao didn't dare to hesitate anymore. He spotted a squirming movement, his hand started to fall, and the black spot squirmed in blood, trying to hide his body, but was pinched by Feng Xiao's hands and pulled out.

"Ok……"

Cui opened her eyes instantly without pain, her face pale and cold, her eyes losing focus.

After Feng Xiao pulled out the tapeworm, she was directly burned to death with fire. She moved very fast, and stopped Cui not to stay away from Yu Wenyihuan's body.

Cui didn't vaguely feel that he ran forward with his own hands, but his hands were stable, so as not to make him feel bumpy.

For another year, Feng Er, who first met in Liugong City, was afraid that there would be no such concern, and Cui did not sigh.

The other party mistakenly thought that he had poisoned his hair again, stopped suddenly, and lowered his head nervously, "What's wrong?"

Cui does not go: "Nothing."

As long as he can tolerate the illness, he comes down to nothing.

Feng Xiao took him down.

Cui does not ask, "How did you find it?"

Feng Xiao: "I came after Yu Wenyi, and this woman did not get rid of it. After all, it was a scourge. I didn't expect to just meet you."

He and Tu An Qinghe successively chased into the underground palace, and the two of them handed each other again, but because the underground palace collapsed, they quickly separated. Feng Xiao went around the altar under the underground palace, and survived several times to death. Repeatedly changed the danger.

At this time, Changsun led the Sui Emperor to be chased and killed by the Tatars, but ran into Tuan Qinghe.

The Tatars have already distinguished themselves from each other. They will never let Tu Anqinghe be a true person in the cave, and he will be let go. The eldest son and Emperor Sui were chased after, and an additional Tuanqinghe was released. escape.

"I met them in front of me, and my grandson found a way out. I asked him to send his Majesty out first, and continued to come to you by myself, only to see Yuwen Yihuan."

He was slightly anxious, and narrating these things was also carried out in a few words, turning the danger into a few words and bland.

Because Feng Xiao knew that the other party must ask, he couldn't help but say that, but didn't want to waste time on it.

Cui hasn't seen many faces of Feng Xiao, but has never seen him so anxious.

"So, Tu An Qinghe is still here and not dead." Cui did not go.

"I hope he is entangled by crickets and loses both. It is best not to appear in front of me." Feng Xiao said.

Cui did not smile a little: "I'm afraid this wish cannot be fulfilled."

At the end of the passage, a person appeared.

He held a lantern and slowly, from far to near, came slowly.

If he died under the hands of the uncles, then Tu An Qinghe would be worthless.

Feng Xiao sighed: "It's a ghost!"

But he was not in a hurry to get up and fight with each other, but did not know where to find a piece of jade, and handed it to Cui Bugo.

"This is what you left behind."

Cui did not glance at the phoenix on Yupei and shook his head.

"not mine."

Feng Xiao: "Who's that?"

Cui didn't go lightly: "Maybe it's Yuwen Yihuan."

Feng Xiao laughed: "Are you going to die if you tell the truth?"

Cui didn't go: "I'm really dying."

Feng Xiao's face changed slightly.

Cui didn't go to the front and turned around: "But if you win Tu An Qinghe, maybe I will tell you the truth you want to hear."

Feng Xiao: "I hope you can still live and talk to me when I return."

Cui did not go seriously and said, "I try my best."

Feng Xiao bowed his head and kissed him. This time Cui did not resist, perhaps because he was out of energy. He just raised his chin slightly by the back of the stone wall and let the other party ask for it.

After a while, the two separated, Feng Xiao took Yupei into her arms, and stood up towards Tuan Qinghe.

Cui didn't look at the figure he left, and slowly closed his eyes.

Tu An Qinghe stood still, bent over and set the lantern aside.

"If I can, I hope our battle is on the ground."

Feng Xiao rolled her eyes: "Would you like to fight with you here as a laozi?"

Tu An Qinghe nodded earnestly: "Since this battle is inevitable, then we have our own strengths."

Feng Xiao chuckled and said nothing, his body was lightning fast, and he hurled at the enemy!

The two turned into shadows.

One with a knife and one with a string.

The sword was dazzling, far overwhelming the enemy's momentum, and Feng Xiaopao's sleeves were raised. He even seemed to be alone and trembling in the arrogance of the sword.

However, the two strings in his sleeve came out, and immediately broke the opponent's knife gas. Tu An Qinghe had to change his moves immediately, and his figure rose to the ground.

Feng Xiao drew a soft sword from her waist, her wrists vibrated, and the soft sword filled with qi was immediately stiff and lingering.

The blade of light is coming at once, like a tiger descending from the mountain, eager to hunt and eat, unstoppable, and suddenly if the sky and thunderclouds are overwhelming, the wind is sweeping and destroying everything in the world.

Even Cui Bufang, who was far away, felt so murderous that he was endless and disappointing!

Cui did not go to see the fox deer estimates that were flourishing decades ago, but he had heard Fan Yun talk about the number of martial arts estimates by the fox deer.

At that time, Fan Yun also demonstrated in person that although it was slightly inadequate and could not be accurately restored, Cui could still see the fierce domineering of the first master at that time.

And Tu An Qinghe, a young man who has never set foot in the Central Plains before, although his martial arts comes from Hulu estimates, it is different from the other.

On the snowy mountain, he has practiced martial arts on the shore of Tu Anqing River all the time. He has no martial arts in his heart. There is nothing else. The pure heart of martial arts also makes his martial arts more pure. Gas.

Over time, this man would certainly be young and become a great master.

But that should be a long time later.

His opponent is not inferior to him.

Although Feng Xiao rarely set foot in rivers and lakes, he was also extremely talented. Not long ago, he even just broke through the bottleneck and went further to achieve martial arts.

It was a pity that the two were fighting in this situation, except Cui did not go, and there was no other spectator.

Feng Xiao was not sure.

He is very clear that his strength and Tu An Qinghe are between Bo Zhong, that is to say, the victory and defeat of the two is between five and five.

A hard-to-detect error, a small mistake, can lead to failure.

And he cannot be defeated.

There is another person behind him.

The sky knife disc spins down, but Feng Xiao stands still.

He didn't rush to dodge or respond.

Because he couldn't find where he was.

The sight of the sword light is actually a ghost, but there is reality in the void. If you cannot distinguish between the reality and the reality, the next knife is likely to appear in your body.

Feng Xiao suddenly stood up!

He greeted one of them with his sword.

With the sword out, the sword fits with others!

His body has been merged with Jianguang, breaking into the sword!

Suddenly, the light suddenly exploded, and the two figures hanging in one place were divided into two places, each falling on the bulge of the cliff.

Tu An Qinghe's right shoulder slanted down to the left abdomen, cracking a long blood port, and the blood was ticking down.

And Feng Xiao's arm also had a circle of blood stains, which was penetrating the clothes and staining it.

Their faces paled slightly, apparently not only suffered internal injuries.

Fighting again, except for both defeats and deaths, there is no second ending.

Feng Xiao didn't want to die here, he also wanted to take someone out.

But he will not say this idea, but to Tu Anqing River: "You are concerned about it, you are not sincere."

Tu Anqing's face changed slightly, apparently making him say the central thing.

Feng Xiao: "It's better to fight another day."

Tu An Qinghe was silent for a moment: "What day?"

Feng Xiao: "Three years, today, three years later, see Emeishan Jinding."

Tu An Qinghe said nothing, turned and walked away, his body was extremely fast, and disappeared into the darkness in a blink of an eye.

Feng Xiao could see that he was in a hurry, and didn't hide his anxiety, because the other party couldn't even stop himself from bleeding, a glance left in his eyes, Feng Xiao saw only the other party's foothold, and Yu Wenyi Huan's body seemed to understand. what.

But he didn't have time to ponder the thoughts of others. He didn't stop at his feet, hurriedly walked to Cui Buqi's side, then stopped abruptly, bent down, and slowly lifted people up with the greatest tenderness of his life.

The hand couldn't help brushing through the other person's heart, feeling a faint warmth, and couldn't help but relax.

Feng Xiao whispered softly, "I'll carry you out, okay?"

Cui didn't move, looked at him, closed his eyes again, and nodded.

Feng Xiao picked up the person and stopped almost step by step, walking very slowly, but also very stable.

"You promised me that you were awake when you left the palace."

After a while.

Maybe after a long time.

Feng Xiao heard a sigh coming from behind.

"I promise you."

Cui never promised easily, but once he agreed, he would definitely do it.

However, instead of being relaxed by this promise, Feng Xiao slowly tightened her mood.

No one knows more about Cui's desire to survive than him, and no one knows more about Cui's injuries.

Even if I want to live again, how can my body stick to such scars?

Even if you seek out all the famous doctors in the world, it must be something you can do after leaving here.

"If you do, I'll tell you something."

"……Ok?"

"Cui won't go. I like you. If you are alive, I can be wronged and accompany you for a lifetime. If you die, even if the person in Zuo Yue Bureau buryes you, I will dig a grave and bones. Ash, let your soul fly, you must not be born. "

Feng Xiao's voice was extremely cold, so cold that she could almost freeze people directly.

Cui didn't go but smiled slightly.

I do n’t know if Xiao Ludu gave him the skill, Tianchi Yudan did play a role, or used poison to attack the poison, but suppressed each other instead. After going through the most difficult stage, he was not so uncomfortable at this moment.

But he didn't plan to say it that fast.

You can enjoy the confession and bow of the head of Feng Erfu, how can you not enjoy it for a while?

Big deal, after going out, he pitted him once, and that's it.

The author has something to say: The text is now over!

However, the baby geese can't retreat in a hurry. After a day's rest tomorrow, Monday evening the day after tomorrow will begin to serialize Fanwai, and the follow-up cases of Feng Er's birth and death and Cave Hezhen will be announced one by one.