Yunmeng Fuxin Chapter 62 A Sword Outside the Sky The young man is heartbroken

Suddenly!!!

The two teenagers stopped, and they looked up at the sky for a moment, it was a cyan light, which made Li Zhenlang and Erju feel a sense of righteousness at the same time.

The cyan glow was extremely fast.

They couldn't see clearly, and they didn't know what that cyan light was, so they saw it flying in their direction, extremely fast!

Li Zhenlang half-squinted his eyes and looked at it with a solemn face, until he saw the cyan light clearly, and at the same time that his expression was shocked, the second pot had already seen it clearly!

It was a sword light!

In a blink of an eye, the second pot pushed Li Zhenlang away, the sword light entered the body, and at the same time, the figure of the second pot flew towards the rear, and the erhu he held in his hand immediately came out of his hand and fell to the ground with the blood splashed in the air.

The cyan sword light swept over the blue water cold pool, it was extremely fast, and at the same time as drawing a waterline in the air on the water surface, it shot violently on the stone wall, and it was actually three feet into the stone!

"Brother Hu!"

Li Zhenlang couldn't believe what was in front of him, he roared and got up, and flew towards the second pot.

However, he was still a step slower after all.

"Bang!"

The moment the second pot fell into the blue water cold pool, a huge splash splashed on the water surface, and then fell again, leaving only huge ripples on the water surface slowly shrinking.

Li Zhenlang lay on the ground, looking at this scene that made him unbelievable.

His eyes widened, flushed red, and burst into blood. He hurried forward, crawling to the edge of the cold pool of clear water. He struggled to keep his eyes open, staring at the blue water and slowly calming down. He watched the reddish water fade until it faded completely.

"Brother Hu~~~"

Li Zhenlang hissed and roared, and grabbed his hands on the edge of the blue water and cold pool.

I have just escaped death, and I have just seen hope.

"Why, why?" asked Li Zhenlang softly against the clear water.

His hand tightened violently, and he grabbed the soil and rocks on the edge of the clear water. He roared into the depths of the water, why, why......

Li Zhenlang's eyes showed a touch of determination, and he jumped into the blue water and cold pool.

In the mountains and forests, the Moon Wolf King walked slowly, he closed his eyes and said softly: "If you die, I believe Lan'er will be sad." ”

In the blue water cold pool, Li Zhenlang surfaced violently, he gasped for a few breaths, and dived again, repeatedly, until he no longer had any strength to toss.

He soaked in the blue water, facing the sky on his back, and hammered the water with both hands, like a madman.

The Moon Wolf King opened his eyes lightly and said slowly, "If you want someone to be exposed to the mountains, then don't come up. With that, he turned and walked away.

Li Zhenlang lowered his head and laughed loudly, he looked at his figure in the blue water, that embarrassed appearance, the more he laughed, the louder he laughed, the more crazy he laughed, he clenched his hands, looked up to the sky and roared, as if to vent all the anger and unwillingness in his heart.

He climbed out of the clear water and cold pool, slowly picked up the erhu, and when he walked towards the mountain, he muttered alone: "Shopkeeper, I'm sorry, I couldn't fulfill my promise to you." ”

"Brother Hu...... I'm sorry, damn it, it's me Li Zhenlang, why are you so stupid, why did you push me away...... I'd rather die Li Zhenlang, you know. Haha..."

Li Zhenlang laughed while walking, as if he was lost and depressed, his steps were messy, his body was crooked and twisted while walking, and his hair was scattered, looking a little scary, like crazy, smirking for a while, crying and laughing for a while, and laughing wildly for a while.

This made many little demons in the mountains who knew him dare not come forward to talk to him, just watched him walk forward, silently following behind.

"You're really a wave, are you okay?" The seven-foot-tall wild donkey demon wanted to see if he was really crazy or fakely crazy, and when he saw Li Zhenlang grinning, the tears rolled down his face.

A group of little demons, followed Li Zhenlang, came to the place where the shopkeeper of the restaurant died, they watched Li Zhenlang slowly kneel in front of the short man, he helped the short man up, gently raised his hand, pinched his sleeves, wiped half of the short man's face, and then held the shoulders of the short man with both hands, buried his head and cried.

Seeing this scene, these little demons all had red eyes, some turned their heads and wiped the corners of their eyes, some gritted their teeth and tightened their mouths, but the tears were flowing loudly, I saw Li Zhenlang crying for a while, raised his head, he put his hands under the arms of the short man, helped him up, turned around himself, picked up the short man, turned around again, picked up the erhu, and he walked forward.

They knew that was the direction of the restaurant. The seven-foot-tall wild donkey demon is stronger than everyone else, he waved his hand, signaling everyone not to follow, you are really a wave at this moment, what you need is quiet, everyone turned around and cried and walked towards the mountain. The seven-foot-tall wild donkey demon turned his head and covered his mouth, hissed a few times, and pretended to be fine, he chased after everyone in front of him.

In front of the restaurant.

Li Zhenlang carried the body of the short man on his back and was stunned for a long time.

He looked at the bright red in one place, the corpses in one place, these people, all those who ate and drank last night. Originally, Li Zhenlang felt that his heart was already painful enough, and he was numb to the pain, and after seeing this scene, it seemed like a needle prick.

These people, if it weren't for Li Zhenlang's insistence on grilling skewers, they would not have gathered in this restaurant, and if they hadn't gathered in this restaurant, they would not have been innocently affected and died.

All this is to blame on him Li Zhenlang.

The second pot of sunken corpses in the clear water and cold pool, and he couldn't even get the corpses, which was also harmed by him Li Zhenlang. He, Li Zhenlang, is a disaster star!

He slowly put down the shopkeeper, and walked towards the left side in front of the restaurant, ten steps later, he squatted down, slowly bent his knees, slowly stretched out his hands, and he kept digging into the muddy water on the ground, and kept digging, and kept digging......

Dig until the nails are broken and the blood is dripping.

Digging until all ten fingers are broken, it hurts my heart.

Li Zhenlang felt that the more painful it was, the happier it was.

Until he couldn't dig anymore, his hands were covered with blood, he trembled his hands lightly, picked up the long sword on the ground on the side, he touched the veins on the hilt of the sword, and he knew, it turned out that the owner of this sword was called Fugui, but unfortunately, when he met him Li Zhenlang, Fugui was not rich......

Late at night.

The mad boy sat on the ground in front of the restaurant, holding a wine jug in one hand, which he had dyed bright red. He raised his head and took a long breath, looking at the bright moon and rare stars in the sky, and gradually thought of something in his heart, that sword, that direction, was the Yunhai Immortal Gate!

Li Zhenlang lost his mind for a moment, he turned his head to look to the left, the huge burial bag was piled up by his own hands, and the people who died last night were buried in it. He looked at the right again, it was the shopkeeper's and the second pot, he buried the shopkeeper alone, but the second pot was just buried an erhu.

Li Zhenlang raised his head and drank again, even if it was the Yunhai Immortal Gate, what could he Li Zhenlang do? Hahaha, he laughed very badly, very bitter, and very weak.

The crazy boy buried two pots with erhu, only wishing to be drunk for a long time.

The moonlight reflected the blood of the ground, reflecting the broken heart of the young man.