Maybe Hongxian herself didn't care about being tired now, and her eyes were just as eager, and she wanted to know if her efforts had achieved the eagerness in her heart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But at this moment, the party soup where the gods and souls re-entered the body didn't seem to have changed at all, the face was still gray of the dead man, and there was no trace of living temperature on the body.

Failed?

He Qing's heart and the red line didn't dare to think of this word, but it did bombard again and again, several times and a few times, and He Qing almost fell down again, and if it wasn't for the help of the red line, He Qing must have crawled on the ground to feel the coldness of the soil.

Han Xian's face was also full of doubts, and he couldn't help but ask himself in a low voice, "Did you fail?"

Maybe it will be easier for Han Xian to accept it if he fails, but in his heart, like the red line, he also wants Dang Tang to come back to life, after all, he has seen the magic of the red line sister against the sky.

The long-lost light, gazing at the world again?

The dead man's gray face eyes moved slightly, this must be a strange and familiar world, Dang Tang must not have imagined it, the soul of the nine secluded himself can control this body again, I don't know the taste of Meng Po soup may be a pity.

But for the party soup whose eyes have been opened, that bowl of soup can only let it cool for a while.

"Hey~"

Hongxian sighed lightly, his eyes were full of loneliness, why did he know very well in his heart that it was really ridiculous to take his life against the sky. His eyes couldn't help but drift to He Qing's face, and at this moment, He Qing's cheeks flushed with joy, and his mouth was speechless.

The red threads on Dang Tang's body slowly dispersed, and before the body hit the ground, He Qing ran up quickly to hold him up.

"Puff~~"

He Qing must not have thought of it, as soon as his hand held Dang Tang's body, his heart chuckled, and the huge joy blinded his mind, but the exhaustion of his body was indeed impossible to hide, and the two of them both rolled into the mud.

"Haha, haha~~. ”

He Qing's fellow party Tang laughed in unison, the reunion here and now is really not easy, and He Qing said softly: "Senior brother." Thank you. ”

I thought I would have endless words, but at this time, I was down-to-earth and I only had this 'thanks'.

Dang Tang's face only smiled lightly, everything has passed, he has become the past, the red line understands and he should know even better, has his soul and his god really re-entered this body?

It's just a return to the light.

Just like the smile on Hongxian's face now, the joy of the party soup is mixed with a little loneliness.

But Dang Tang should still be glad that not everyone has a chance to return to God after they die, although he is short-lived, but at least he exists.

"Senior brother. Dang Tang said softly.

He Qing laughed softly: "Senior brother, I don't know if you met Master Master just now?" The obvious great joy made He Qing forget all his troubles for a while, and actually joked.

There was also a smile on Dang Tang's face, but it was too short-lived, at this moment, his face was a little dignified, and his lips were even more red, the shape of the red line had been broken, and he said in a low voice: "Senior brother, you better leave this worldly vanity fair." ”

Joy is always short-lived, and those things that have been temporarily forgotten have undoubtedly squeezed into the brain again with the reminder of Dang Tang, and Heqing's expression instantly became a little lonely.

I was able to leave, but I was already stuck in the mud and couldn't extricate myself.

Now it is a few days and the Qing should have forgotten it, but he clearly remembers the promise he made in that place and that person's side in the dark night.

Three days. ’

A lonely smile rose on He Qing's face, it was already this hour, and he still hadn't gotten the magic that could save Dawu and water and fire, and now Evil Wei Mountain was still quiet.

The reason why those greedy people have not yet come to Weishan is that this magical temptation is not enough.

He Qing chuckled, the preciousness of greedy people is that they will not let go of any suspicious wealth, and the miracle of Yuehua's fall must have nourished and strengthened those greed.

But now they still haven't come out in front of their eyes, is it brewing some ulterior secrets, He Qing doesn't dare to think about it, but what he can know is that if he uses strength, the hope that Yuebi himself gets is very small.

"Senior brother, maybe I will take the first step" He Qing sighed in his heart, although the promise of the three days has become ashes, but the obsession in his heart is indeed always enthusiastic, and he can't live alone.

Isn't stepping into Huangquan Road a real escape from Vanity Fair, a smile flowed on He Qing's face, and he said in a low voice: "Senior brother, I promise you." ”

The magic of the red line against the sky shocked Han Xian's heart, but the dimness also snubbed Han Xian's face, and he sighed softly in his heart: "Idiot, he is gone." ”

That face was dead gray, and Yu thought that the only difference was that soft smile, but the Meng Po soup on the bridge had faded the temperature, and the bowl was empty.

He Qing, who was in the mud, still had a smile on his face, his eyes couldn't help but drift to the red line's face, a soft smile appeared, and he whispered, "Thank you." ”

Red Line's face was full of sadness, this thank you was too heavy, and the mist couldn't help but float in his eyes, maybe he shouldn't say it, maybe he should let Heqing be quiet in joy for a while, but Red Line couldn't bear to deceive, his voice almost trembled, and he said in a low voice: "He's gone." ”

Is there a gap between heaven and hell?

The wolf has realized it, and now it has made Heqing feel it, he must not be able to figure it out, why in just one night, he would have experienced such pain twice, in fact, he should have thought a long time ago, who in this world has the ability to bring the dead back to life.

He Qing's eyes slowly closed, and the tears had already dried up, and this time the scar of the heart was ruthlessly uncovered here.

The body was slowly cold in the dirt, but at this moment, the great martial arts that were blocking in front of and behind Heqing's body were indeed burning in blood, how many times had it blocked the enemy's attack, and now it is indeed powerless.

Several rainbow lights in the air were startled, and Weishan was already in sight, and the light in the darkness was too eye-catching, and even more amazing.

Someone must have sighed because he was still there.

Someone must be glad that he's still there.

He can't retreat, but must buy time for Heqing, the king stopped retreating, the light of the thin love blade in his hand was already dim, and his battle robe was already blurred with flesh and blood.

"Haha, Zuo Mu, you better give up, the martial kingdom is over, why are you struggling, that stinky child and Qing probably don't know which gentle village to hide in at this time, trembling" A man with a long sword in his hand laughed.

Wang Shangzuo Mu's eyes were almost spewing flames, and he had already tasted the sweetness of blood when he opened his mouth, and he forcibly endured the surging blood, and roared in a low voice: "Shut up, Brother He is definitely not that kind of person." ”

I don't know how many times this feeble argument has been, and his enemies have long been impatient.

A middle-aged man with a rather righteous face said softly: "Zuo Mu, do you think it's your own luck that you haven't died now?"

In fact, Zuo Mu's real luck should also be clearly understood.

"Haha, Mo Xiao'er is not talking nonsense, if you have the ability, come and kill me now. Zuo Mu laughed.

I don't know if I have the ability, but what I can know is that he just swept the smiling faces of a few people around him with a pair of eyes, and he stood with cold eyes.

In fact, whether it is Wang Zuo Mu or the current group of people, they are very clear in their hearts, not how clever Zuo Mu's methods are, but how many of them are not aligned, and at the critical moment, they must not only beware of Zuo Mu's counterattack, but also be careful of the secret channels around them.

This time, many people are really tired, but Weishan is already in sight, everything is not far away, and there is no doubt that the previous few huge movements made them happy.

And the magic of the movement did make these people have a little palpitation, their hearts have always been lifted, compared with the magic of laughter, some old foxes are very slippery.

"Keng~"

The strings moved sharply, and Zuo Mu's face was immediately filled with pain, and a pair of bloody eyes fell fiercely on the face of the man who played the piano, and said in a low voice: "Chu Ming will definitely fight with you in the next life." ”

The man's smile flashed slightly, he didn't live enough in this life, what kind of afterlife, his face was full of solemnity, and the battle for days had exhausted him, and it was time for it to end, and his fingers gently plucked the strings.

......

Can the man lying on the ground and pretending to be dead hear the familiar breath, the familiar sound, or feel glad that he is not alive?

This is not a place to bury bones, He Qing struggled to stand up, his eyes did not dare to touch the sadness on the ground, but fell on the cold face of the red line, and he staggered to the front.

"Puff~~"

The corners of Han Xian's mouth twitched, and he whispered, "Hypocritical guy." ”

He Qing actually knelt down in front of the red line, and the noble head was lowered deeply, and the expression on the red line suddenly froze, what did this mean, of course she didn't understand.

If He Qing just knelt, then he would definitely wait until the blood of Zuo Mu on the Tianming King froze, and He Qing's voice was already trembling, and it was almost inaudible: "Can you lend me the moon wall?"

The shadow of the heart, what if it is the supreme treasure, what if it is its own life, it is a thing after all, and its own life no longer needs to rely on it, maybe it has its destiny.

The soft glow makes the red line even paler. The red thread held the moon wall again, and once again sent it in front of He Qing.

Is there a reason to prevaricate this time?

He Qing trembled and took the moon wall from the red line's hand, tired people, you can find warmth in this softness, have you ever felt the vitality of the origin of the star map? But at this moment, He Qing has no intention of feeling the magic of the moon wall.

Just like He Qing said before, it's 'out' again.

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