Chapter 282
As he spoke, Feng Xiao pushed away Ye Xianchen with one hand, regardless of the pain on her body, she turned into a wind and flew out of the Ah Piao platform, and in a blink of an eye, she came out of the Ah Piao clan.
Ye Xianchen stood in place, looking at his distant shadow, and also touched the binding spell chain around his neck, although it was invisible, it was a restraint on his footsteps, his hatred fire, and all his possession.
The Terran King City, after the first battle of the Apiao tribe, the people are busy starting again, lively, bustling, the patriarch and the queen of the clan stand side by side on the terrace of the royal palace, looking at the harmonious Terran, the corners of the eyes and eyebrows can not be erased with joy.
Usually, because of his appearance, the patriarch has always come from the palace of the king. I don't like to see too many people, the ministers of the palace have seen it, and after a long time, they will get used to it, I am afraid that the people will not be used to it, so they let people make a mask and wear it all day. said that he was wearing a mask, and the queen of the clan disliked him a little less.
Suddenly, the evil clouds in the distance Γ· the book collection, and the people shuddered when they saw it, and they took refuge in all directions, but the people on the evil clouds did not pay attention to these.
Finally stopped on the royal city, from the top down a person, phoenix eyes flashed with a cold light, as soon as the feet stepped on the ground, it was a shock to the palace several trembling, everyone present saw that it was Feng Xiao, and shouted "The monster is here again, run away" in panic, no less than encountering the end of the world.
The queen of the clan was even more stunned when she stood next to her, like a piece of wood, dumbfounded, protecting the patriarch, she had no power to restrain the chicken, how to do it? Running is the best plan, she can't step away from her feet, how to run.
"Jun Wei Mirror!"
Feng Xiao stepped forward, grabbed the patriarch's collar, frowned, and his angry appearance frightened the patriarch so white that he only dared to speak in a low voice.
"Su Meng asked you, have you seen a bone flute here?"
"No, no. β
The patriarch waved his hand again and again.
Feng Xiao angrily threw him out and asked again
"What about Su Meng?"
The patriarch ran over to help the patriarch, the patriarch was so frightened that his heart jumped in his throat, where did he dare to slack off in the slightest, stood still tremblingly, and said Su Meng's residence
"She went back to the valley yesterday. β
"The Valley of Love. β
This was the place where he met Su Meng for the first time, but he didn't expect to go around and go back again.
Feng Xiao stepped on the evil cloud again and went to the valley of delusion.
Behind the house where love lives in vain, Su Meng is practicing the third style of "Beiliu Boiling Sword". This style is roughly similar to the second style, both of which use the mind to control the sword and break the fatal point, but the difference is that this style requires abandoning all hatred and obsession.
This is also the reason why Su Meng has not been able to practice.
She couldn't let go of her hatred for Su Jiujiu.
The sword spirit advised her not to get entangled and let go of everything, so that it would be a real new beginning. She stubbornly refused to listen to him, determined to show him that he could practice this pose even if he didn't put it down.
"Madam, do you see that the flowers of this tree are beautiful?"
"Qingchuan, what is this place?"
"Madame is really a good memory, last time Su Meng brought you here, you said that the flowers are very beautiful, so Su Meng bought this land, and you can come to see it every day in the future." β
"Su Meng didn't say it was good-looking?"
Su Meng was very puzzled, and at the same time, the flowers around her began to weave an intoxicating net with bewildering incense, tightly holding her heart. The accelerated heartbeat, the breathing that couldn't keep up, she leaned back weakly, and let this person who was not Qingchuan whisper curses in her ear.
"Poof!"
She saw Su Jiujiu, the sharpness in her hand pierced through his heart ruthlessly, she could only watch this scene happen helplessly, and her outstretched hand couldn't hold any warmth.
"Hmph, Su Meng, don't think that you have become a goddess with supreme glory and respect, so you can put Su Meng in a dead end, Su Meng told you," her cold fingers pinched her chin, stared at her like a grim reaper, and said to her word by word
"You must die for this scourge, it is you who have harmed Mo Shang Qingchuan and Mo Shang Shi. Even if you become a goddess, you can't kill Su Meng, and Su Meng is the one who can kill you no matter where you flee. β
"You!
She worked hard to break free of the chains of the fragrance of flowers, but what followed was the tragic situation of Qingchuan's corpse, the red eyes were burning hatred, and the person in front of her was the hatred that would kill, she remembered, always remembered.
"Madam, for Su Meng...... Revenge ......"
The dying words were the fuse that aroused anger, and Su Jiujiu laughed at her cowardice, her insignificance, and her self-indulgence, and she wanted to shake the tree.
At the same time, the sword spirit divided into the Eight Sword Guard Array noticed Su Meng's strangeness, so he turned into a human form and tried to wake up. I didn't want to wake up before I could see the blood oozing from behind the mask, dripping down on the placket of my clothes. Behind her, a flame of revenge firmly surrounded her, and at this moment, like the scorching fire, she was deeply trapped in the play of her inner demons.
"Master!yay~"
With a low voice, the sword pointed in the direction, and slashed the enemy fire behind him, but after a while, he heard a miserable scream, the enemy fire disappeared, and the silence still belonged here.
Su Meng opened her eyes and looked at the posture of the sword spirit shooting birds with a bow, and couldn't help but wonder, "Sword spirit, what are you doing?"
"Master, are you alright? β
Su Meng ...... Ahem. β
Su Meng coughed so much that she had to take off her mask, and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth after coughing.
"Master, you know what? With all due respect, the master is really a failure, and he can't even let go of this bit of hatred, so how can he be so worthy of the heavy responsibility that Nangong Shuying has entrusted to you. β
"Heavy duty?"
She sat down and stroked the scar on the left side of her face, with a bit of mockery and playfulness in her tone, "This scar reminds Su Meng all the time that this hatred Su Meng can't be forgotten and won't be forgotten." In the past, there was no one to accompany Su Meng, and Su Meng was warm, I thought that when I met Qingchuan, everything was over, but I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it,"
Her body was also trembling together, "It was Su Jiuyue who broke all this." Sword Spirit, you say, how did you let Su Meng forget?"
"Master, Su Meng is a sword spirit who doesn't understand the love and love of the world. If the master really can't let go," paused, and a little loss flashed in his lowered eyes, "and remember that you are a goddess, a goddess of the world, and these feelings and love are just an inconspicuous piece of firewood in the time like smoke." Master, Su Meng believes in you. β
The sword spirit smiled back at her, turned around and turned back into the Peach Blossom Sword, lying quietly by her hand.
Delusion in front, sitting in the middle of the side to read a book, suddenly the atmosphere condensed, the evil clouds on the horizon gradually heatedΓ· books into a group, to the delusion of love, from the top down a person. There is a bit of fatigue in the steady pace, and every step is like a hard walk, as if the slightest lack of support will embrace the earth.
"Feng Xiao. β
"What about Su Meng? Su Meng wants to see her. β
Seeing that it was the angry Feng Xiao who was visiting, Fu Banbian also put down the book, got up and walked in front of him, and said to him
"Su Meng is not here, it doesn't matter if you have anything to say to Su Meng. β
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