Along the way, the two clasped their hands, and the lost warmth could be regarded as a lost regain, right? Su Meng smiled bitterly. "Hmm... Mu Yunfan, if I am no longer from the human race, which race do you say I am?" Su Meng asked silently. The voice was as low as possible, and she hoped it was her own question, even if it wasn't.

Su Meng was a little surprised.

"That's right. My father is the master of the vein, he is the young master, and I am a half-brother and sister with him. ”

"You immortals are really interesting. ”

"Hey, what's interesting, since I left the butterfly charm with him, Ling Xuanhan, this weak plum blossom, has been bullying me all day long. But every time, it was the ink butterfly that protected me. Mu Yunfan was proud, and there was no half of resentment.

"It's enviable. ”

Su Meng sighed. I couldn't help but think of Mo Shang Qingchuan's voice and smile. It's so missable.

"What are you thinking? Why don't you say it?"

Mu Yunfan smiled at her. Su Meng also smiled.

"Nope. A deceased friend. Also," Su Meng handed the letter in her hand to her, "this ghost clan's war letter." ”

She looked out of the royal city, and the righteous wire mesh protected the place, so that they could still have a corner of peace. But the real decisive battle will break out eventually, and the creatures in the world will inevitably fall into the deep water and the temperature is very high, and I don't feel sorry for it.

"What?!"

Ling Xuanhan was still cultivating at this time, so it was inconvenient to tell the contents of the letter. And there are very few people who can fight in the human race, what should I do? Mu Yunfan frowned. Suddenly, she thought of Chu Yuntao, "No, I'm going to find Chu Yuntao!"

"I'll go with you!"

"Hmm. Let's go. ”

Mu Yunfan grabbed Su Meng's hand, and summoned the spirit butterfly with one hand, and in an instant, a huge spirit butterfly appeared in the air, and the two of them rode the spirit butterfly all the way to the west and flew to the villa.

"You're hurt?"

The cold abyss of death, under the words of concern, is cold and bone-chilling.

"It's the child who is invincible, and I hope that the father will punish him. ”

Feng Xiao covered her wounds.

"Isn't your phoenix feather mark useless for this?"

This is also what the child does not understand. The child faced Su Meng three times, and was injured by her every time. The phoenix feather sigil didn't seem to have any effect on the injuries she had caused. ”

"Well? ”

The soul burial autumn eyes turned around, and there was something to think about in his heart

Defeated again and again, it is difficult to guarantee that it is not his subordinates who show mercy. Thinking of this, Soul Burial Qiu couldn't help but be ridiculous.

The human race, the most despicable and weakest race in the world, is it comparable to the ghost race? It's ridiculous.

Thinking of this, he just cared about the sentence "You go down to the healing medicine" and asked him to go back to the ghost platform.

On the ghost platform, blood drops of three feet of soil, gauze wrapped in medicine layer by layer, bean-sized beads of sweat dripped from the corners of the forehead, soaking through the placket.

It's the third time. Feng Xiao thought to herself. Lost to Su Meng for the third time, hateful. Could it be that my marksmanship is not accurate enough?

The book "Bingqin Marksmanship" on the table was given to him by his father and asked him to practice diligently. At some point, he used this marksmanship to defeat many people of the ghost clan, but now, he was defeated by the sword of a Heavenly Destiny Goddess who appeared out of thin air. If this is known to others, it will not be a laughing stock.

But from another point of view, he defeated the invincible opponent of the ghost clan, except for Ye Xianchen, he was worried that there was no opponent of the individual clan, and now he met Su Meng, and he fought three times, and he also knew how powerful she was, and it was worth saying that it was his opponent.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was another sound of the tip of the sword rubbing against the ground on the ghost platform. Feng Xiao's heart was clear, and she couldn't help but chuckle and said, "I'm tired, and I don't want to fight." ”

Ye Xianchen was stunned for a moment, he sat weakly in front of the table, endured the pain in his left arm, and turned the book without strength. Suddenly, a page falls, and a shadow falls. He wanted to take the opportunity to kill him, but he stepped forward to support this weak willow in the wind.

"I'll help you heal. ”

Feng Xiao was barely sobered up by his support. Now he is like dry wood in a fire, desperately trying to find life in a drop of oil.

He looked at Ye Xianchen and shook his head, asking him not to waste his skills. Unexpectedly, Ye Xianchen actually yelled

"Feng Xiao! Remember, your life is mine, and no one can take it away! You are my enemy!"

"Heh! You... Or so... Stubborn and willful ......"

If I could, get some sleep, and I'll get up and fight you again in a decisive battle that you're sure to win.

"Feng Xiao!"

Obviously, the person in front of him is the son of his enemy and his brother, and it is clear that the moment his eyes are closed, everything should have stopped, why do you feel a sense of regret and reluctance in your heart.

Tears fell very lightly but heavily on the cheeks of the person in his arms, and suddenly, the phoenix feather mark flashed, waking up the person in the dream, and healing the wound on his arm. When surprised, the people who woke up, their phoenix eyes shimmered, some were puzzled, some were surprised, and some were happy.

"You... What's going on?"

"I... What's wrong with me?"

Feng Xiao sat up suddenly, suddenly realized something, and touched the wound on her left arm. It's already intact. He jerked off the cloth. The pale face looked at the person in front of him in surprise. Then the past was quickly covered up. He is not good at expressing himself, and he will not let himself be so blind and lose his temper.

"Thank you. ”

Feng Xiao seemed to understand something.

In the dream, he saw a tear turn into a transparent Luan Feng and enter his body, healing him. Perhaps, Ye Xianchen and him bear the same phoenix feather mark, not just a game of killing.

"I didn't do anything. You're welcome. Ye Xianchen stood up, under his eyebrows, there was a trace of worry in his autumn-like eyes, "You just need to remember that your life is mine." With that, Ye Xianchen's figure disappeared on the ghost platform.

The father killed Ye Xianchen's mother, Concubine Night Poison, but kept him by his side, although he was not reused, it was undoubtedly a big hidden danger. Although Ye Xianchen was puzzled, he couldn't face his father and go to confront everything. The only thing he could do was to come to the ghost platform to find Feng Xiao for a decisive battle. Feng Xiao knew that this was obviously a decisive battle, but in fact it was just what he thought he was worried about. Although he does not explicitly say it, he sees himself as an enemy.

Just thinking about it, I suddenly heard the wind outside the ghost platform, a few weeping willows danced, and a book suddenly flew in from it, which was placed in front of Feng Xiao, and when he picked it up, a letter was shaken off from the book, and the words on the paper were meaningful, faintly revealing a question.

The title of the book is "Youge Chen Fang", and after reading a few chapters, Feng Xiao knew that this was another gun score given by her father. Presumably, he hasn't suspected the love yet. That's good, it's always a little less worrying. But I really didn't expect that my father's study still had a gun spectrum. It's no wonder that he has to practice guns by himself since he was a child.

The dark night is cold, the cold moon stands on the branches, and the leaves speak with the wind, like broken thoughts, like worries. Fu Banbian has been by her side all the time, healing her injuries, but fortunately, she turned the corner and was fine.

The night is hazy, the night is foggy, and it is difficult to see the way from and cannot find the way. At this moment, the night breeze suddenly rose, blowing away the fog in front of her, but on the other side of the fog, a familiar figure stood with his back to her, a lonely but tender humble gentleman.

"Qingchuan!"

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