It's still in this Wei Mountain, it's still these two people, and even the words of 'thanks' are so similar. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The only difference is that it was Heqing who shed tears at that time, but now it is indeed a red line.

Zuo Mu must have seen the cold eyes of the red line sweeping on his face, and his anger turned into horror in an instant, and his painful face forgot his resentment, and even forgot about the path of ascending to the heavens, the four seas surrendered to the chair, his arm was withdrawn from He Qing's body, and his body retreated violently.

Just a glance, Zuo Mu's fighting spirit was destroyed invisibly, which already proves that the red line of the new life is not weak.

Undoubtedly, the collapse of the Heavenly Road and the Imperial Chair gave Zuo Mu's fear of being suppressed by arrogance an opportunity, a pair of eyes and a face full of vigilance, God knows what terrible means the red line will suddenly burst out.

People with broken backbones, how can they still have strong capital, saying that He Qing himself thinks that he has no regrets in this life, and it is really tiring to stick to it for thousands of years, although he is reluctant, but it is also time to let go, how can the body of the remnant soul rise and fall in the air and fall to the ground.

How could the red line make the love in his heart fall to the dust, his body moved, and he hurriedly hugged He Qing in his arms.

He smiled.

The man who snuggled in his arms smiled.

This is the hug that has really been waiting for thousands of years, although He Qing has no hands to lift, but in the red line, in Heqing's heart, they hugged each other tightly, and the flame that burned in Heqing's body was extinguished instantly.

The fire can be extinguished, but the pain is indeed not smoothed out by the power of the red line.

"You're crying. He Qing said softly.

This is the second time that this Weishan has appeared, but this time it did come from the mouth of Heqing, and he must have wanted to pick up the tears from the corners of the red line eyes, but he couldn't lift his hand when his spine was broken, and he had no hand to lift.

A smile once again floated on the red line's face, but the teary eyes were even more blurred, and he said softly: "Husband, will you not leave this time?"

She's my wife.

He Qing, who tried his best to suppress the flames, must have wanted to make his smile softer, but the black face really couldn't pretend to be smiling, and his eyes were completely blurred, like whispering in a dream: "Don't go." ”

I've missed it once, but this time I must not let him escape from my hands.

Suddenly, infinite vitality rushed out of the red line's body and flowed into Heqing's remnant soul, but this is like a drop in the bucket, although this wisp of soul can be temporarily preserved, but how can Heqing be rescued from death.

In the past, the red line once took his life against the sky, and now why not.

Gently picked up Heqing's body, showed his hand, and a trace of red line came out leisurely, falling on Heqing's broken backbone, undoubtedly the red line was strong for it, and the line was the spine, floating in the air with Heqing's body.

"Ah~"

A coquettish shout, and even a roar, the red line's hands condensed, the blood flashed, and the face suddenly turned pale, and a bright ball of blood floated out of the chest, and vitality immediately filled the entire tomb, with a chuckle, and said in a low voice: "Husband, we will never be separated from each other from now on." ”

This is a fool's errand.

Heqing's death has long been the suffering of thousands of years ago, and now it is just a wisp of remnant soul, the red line wants to fight against the sky, can it cross the long river of ten thousand years, and rescue Heqing from the years.

There was no doubt that the ball of dazzling vitality in front of him had such determination, his arms trembled slightly, and he pushed the ball of essence blood towards He Qing's broken chest.

Can it be done?

I don't know when the smile flooded on Zuo Mu's face, thinking that his road to the sky had collapsed and the chair of the four seas was broken, and he really didn't think that there would be a peak and a turn.

Red Line's efforts are, of course, gratifying.

With a smile on his face, Zuo Mu, who was proud of the spring breeze, was already happy in his heart, sighed leisurely, and said, "Qing, you are really my nobleman." ”

Zuo Mu, who was ecstatic at this moment, must have remembered the life and death brothers who sacrificed in Weishan, it was because of him that he was fortunate to plant the flag of Dawu in the corners of the world, and it was he who could bury Weishan with the world.

And now it's still him, using his own death to consume the life of the red line.

This is the real brother of life and death, and this is the real minister who has done his best to die.

When was Zuo Mu's heart almost dead, and he didn't dare to take any chances in his heart, could he refine the red thread in the second sacrifice?

But now it's different, she wants to keep Heqing's life and compete with the sky, what a crazy decision, how can a person who has been dead for thousands of years have the possibility of life, isn't this consuming her own life, and as long as she is weak again, then isn't everything her own again?

Could it be that there are tigers and evil spirits around him, and the red line itself does not know?

In the eyes of the pear blossoms with rain and resolute tolerance, there is no Han Xian lying on the ground in this world, nor Zuo Mu who is secretly happy on the side, only himself and the love in his heart.

And at this moment, the ball of essence blood completely submerged into Heqing's chest, but it did keep dripping in the broken chest, and it just didn't disperse.

Not only did the red line look at it with concern, but even Zuo Mu craned his neck to gaze, that was creating life, and anyone would stop for this miracle.

The strong silk thread of the silk for Heqing's backbone trembled slightly, and the mass of essence and blood swirled suddenly, it must have been unwilling, because it saw the evil ghost's gaze, but how could the master's life be able to resist.

Like water, it is blood, scattered in Heqing's body.

"Wow~~"

Zuo Mu's face was overjoyed, and the pale face of the red line suddenly turned pale, and Heqing's body couldn't hold his essence and blood, and fell out of the body directly.

"Hmph, that's just a wisp of remnants. Zuo Mu sneered.

The face of the red line was suddenly happy, and it showed a look of gratitude, the body can supply blood to rush, and how can the soul keep its own essence and blood.

With a show of his hand, the essence blood floated in front of him, and it was bright and demonic red again, but the red line did not bring it back into his heart, and the red line firmly believed that He Qing was just unable to keep it for the time being.

Zuo Mu's joy must be beyond measure, the red line is going farther and farther on the road to death.

On that delicate face, a decisive color appeared, and the pupils in the eyes were red, but under closer inspection, it was indeed suspicious.

It wasn't the bloody eye of resentment, but the natal moon wall of the red line.

"Whew~"

The sweat the size of a bean grain crawled the red line on her face, and in front of her, the blood-colored moon wall was already slowly presenting, and she successfully forced her soul out.

Of course, it will be a painful pain.

But this is just the beginning, the ghost light in the red line's hand flashed, and the cold long sword was once again present, and it was even raised high by the red line.

But this time it's not about cutting the enemy, it's about splitting your soul.

"Hiss~~"

Feng did not hesitate, the red line was even more decisive, the long sword was raised and fell, it should be unbreakable, and even his own soul was the same, the moon wall was divided into two.

"Bang Dang~"

At this moment, how did the red line still hold the long sword in her hand, and once again fell into the dust, and she herself was also shaky.

And the soul was divided into two, but it was not the shape of the moon wall, but a silk thread that had been cut off, and one of the red lights flashed, and it sank into the body of the red line, always stabilizing the figure that was about to fall.

The hand slowly raised, holding the half-soul to the palm, a smile floated on the pale face, and whispered, "We are not separated anymore." ”

The red line was delusional, and Zuo Mu was really stunned.

The essence blood that exuded a bewitching red light, as well as the half piece of soul in her hand, weren't they all the cornerstones of her own imperial path?

Those are all my things, how can I give them to others, and isn't this the moment I have been waiting for the fulfillment of my Heavenly Father?

Forcing out the essence and blood, but also cutting off the soul, what is it if it is not weakness.

"Haha, red line, you should go to the Huangquan Road Nai He Bridge to meet my Lord Xiangguo. Zuo Mu laughed, and the fists of his hands were once again smeared with black flames, leaving phantoms in the air, and they rushed straight to the red line.

But the madness was like a roar into the air.

This madness and the roar of the fist, the red line was indeed not touched at all, and Xiu Hand still held his soul and cautiously leaned towards Heqing's body.

Whether it is in a dream or in this real world, there are no irrelevant people in the eyes of the red line, and he only wants him to live.

Although there is nothing in the eyes of the red line, Zuo Mu is not the only one in this Weishan giant tomb.

His roar, his villain's ambition, and even more so the sound of his fist wind, really woke up the person who had pretended to be dead, or had been asleep for a long time.

In the dust, the closed eyes suddenly opened, and a pair of pupils were indeed deeply red, and the figure suddenly disappeared from the ground.

The ecstatic Zuo Mu Ke had noticed a change, of course he didn't, his eyes were full of the soul shadow in the red line's hand and the bewitching of the essence blood.

And it was they that cut off all of Zuo Mu's senses, so much so that Han Xian's soles were imprinted on his face, and he still smiled and was grateful.

"Bang~~"

Wei An's body plunged directly into the ground, and the dust suddenly filled the air, but a black streamer immediately jumped up from the dimness of the dust.

Although Zuo Mu's body jumped out of the dust, he really forgot to deal with the shoe prints on his face, and at this moment, he was already staring at Han Xian with a vigilant face, and roared in a low voice: "It's you?"

Is this still Han Xian?

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