"Don't, don't" Zhou Shiyun fell to her knees. She wanted to rush forward, but the two men pressed her shoulders hard, and her knees were already bloody, but she still couldn't move. On this vast desert, except for her and the two foreigners behind her, there were densely packed with cultivators in all kinds of strange costumes.

At this time, except for Zhou Shiyun, who had tears on her face, the others were all condensed on their faces with a worried expression of excitement and expectation. Not far away, in a deep pit of quicksand, a handsome and tall man was suspended in mid-air in a strange posture. Like a lamb to the slaughter, not to say a lamb already being slaughtered, a large amount of blood seeped out of the pores of his body. It's like a person is constantly puffing in his body, and the blood is squeezed out of the pores under such oppression.

His body had all turned bright red, and he couldn't distinguish his facial features, except for two yellow, cloudy eyes. I can't tell where I have clothes to wear, and it's all in one. Because there was no color but red, he was suspended in mid-air, without other strength to support him, and he was suspended in a strange posture. A large amount of blood was dripping from his body, like an hourglass of time, falling on the sand drop by drop, swallowed by the endless yellow sand.

As Long Dingsheng lost more and more blood, the blood clotting function of the human body itself seemed to have been lost at this moment, slowly, but firmly. His breath was getting weaker and weaker, but it was in the sand pit beneath him. In the sand pit painted with nightmarish and terrifying patterns, under the quaint sand surface like a mysterious altar in ancient times, an aura of terror grew stronger and stronger. Until Long Dingsheng was almost unconscious, he seemed to hear a roar and suppressed roar of excitement resounding above the clouds.

"Don't, don't," Zhou Shiyun's mouth was only left with such a murmuring voice. This time lasted too long, drop by drop of blood, until now Long Dingsheng lost too much blood, this process is too long. Five days, a full five days, with the strength of Long Dingsheng's combined cultivation, this time is not too long. The lost blood is frantically regenerated under the strength of the body. However, this is an unimaginable torture, and even the torture of the eighteen layers of hell combined is less than one ten-thousandth of this. Zhou Shiyun's tears had dried up, and her voice was hoarse, but even so, it still couldn't ease the remorse in her heart a little. She was too confident, confident that she would play with everyone between applause, but the result was a heart-rending experience.

At this time, she finally understood her heart. It turns out that he loves Long Dingsheng, the real love of Long Dingsheng, but this kind of love, before this moment, has been covered by inexplicable hatred, and is covered by his own innate, or obsessive obsession forced by the environment, so that he can't see his true heart. But it was too late now, and the breath of life began to dissipate above Long Dingsheng's body.

The sun is full of flowers and smoke, and the moon is bright and sleepless. Zhao Se stopped the phoenix pillar at the beginning, and Shuqin wanted to play the mandarin duck strings. This song is intended to be passed on, and I am willing to send it with the spring breeze. Remembering the monarch across the blue sky, the past was horizontal, and now it is a fountain of tears. If you don't believe in the concubine's broken intestines, come back and look before the mirror.

Although it is Sauvignon Blanc, but there is still a reunion, but what about himself Long Dingsheng is on the verge of death, can he still come back, can he stubbornly want revenge, right or wrong, how naïve it is, but do you still regret it

Maybe it's retribution, but now that I think about it, everything I did was so ridiculous. When Zhou Shiyun dried her tears, she also became sluggish. She seemed to see that her heart had already pierced her heart at the moment when Long Dingsheng closed her eyes, and she couldn't die anymore. She no longer had senses after that, but vaguely knew that someone had dragged her out of place. At the moment of a terrifying storm, she was dragged away from the center, but in the midst of that storm. Between the lightning and thunder of the heavens, it was like a lightning rod, and it endured endless lightning strikes. No one was spared from such a thunderstorm, not to mention that Long Dingsheng had died before that

Zhou Shiyun didn't know when she lost consciousness, and in a trance, she saw Long Dingsheng again. Seeing the moment when she suddenly came to her with some strange people who were not of the Yanhuang race, unlike before, her heart beat wildly, and an impulse and joy that came out of her heart filled her. She wanted to rush forward, hug Long Dingsheng firmly, and never let her leave her side again. But the waving hands were just holding a piece of air, and Long Dingsheng was looking at her and laughing, a kind of flattery, a kind of hot laughter.

Long Dingsheng's behavior and expression became very strange after that, as if he was covering up, as if he was evading. She didn't know why, but she heard the two names that appeared most often in the mouths of those people, one was Lin Kunkun and the other was Ou Suruomo. She didn't know the latter, maybe it was familiar, but so what. But the former, the name that she will never forget for the rest of her life, the last time, when she almost knelt down, without the slightest dignified plea, responded with that cold and resolute look. Countless midnight dreams were awakened by those eyes without the slightest emotion, which were her nightmares and her hatred.

She wants revenge, and what she can't get, she can't let anyone else get. While they are living a miserable life, they are not able to enjoy it happily. But what capital do I have, there is Long Dingsheng, but Long Dingsheng also disappeared, and he disappeared without warning. This made her angry, but she had nowhere to vent, and she could only turn such anger into a fight against the underground forces in Huaxia

However, suddenly, Long Dingsheng appeared. Appearing in front of her without warning, the flame of hatred in her heart began to spread from a small flame. A spark can start a prairie fire, but she still doesn't have any certainty. Who Lin Kunkun is, maybe others don't know, but the higher she stands, the more she knows, the more afraid she is of the force behind Lin Kunkun, even if she has Long Dingsheng, she can't act rashly.

However, those foreigners who even Long Dingsheng had to whisper and stammer, made her feel Xiyi again in her heart and see hope

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(Tianjin)