(Jiluo Mountain, Fusheng Temple)

Ling Xuanluo returned to Jiluo Mountain from Xuanyuan Mountain alone. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Walking in the clouds, he was looking around for a person, but from behind a white cloud, a red horse ran out. He was taken aback, wondering how could there be a horse in the sky for no reason?

From a distance, the horse was nearly six feet tall, and it looked sharp and skinny, and it was very powerful. After looking at it twice, he inexplicably felt a sense of closeness, and felt that he was destined for it, so he approached it curiously.

Looking at it up close, the jujube red horse has a fresh mouth, a long mane flying, and a shining red fur, so he is sure that this is a precious Dawan horse in the Western Regions.

Dawan Ma kicked with all four hooves and kept roaring, even if he felt someone approaching, he would not run away. Ling Xuanluo saw that it did not show any ill feelings towards him, so he boldly stretched out his hand and wanted to stroke its mane, but as soon as his hand was raised, it was suddenly frightened, and raised its front hooves with a strange roar, and half of the horse's body was also raised high.

The incident happened suddenly, although Ling Xuanluo was not kicked, the huge impact lifted him into the clouds, and he almost fainted.

He didn't know what was happening, so he jumped up sideways in a daze, and hurried to check on the horse, but when he looked up again, he was so frightened that he took a few steps back, and almost pointed at the heavenly sword.

It turned out that the big horse was drenched in sweat, and the sweat was lined with bright red like blood, and when the clouds were soaked, a raging fire was ignited. The Dawan horse neighed and struggled in the flames, in pain, and the huge horse's eyes were full of pleading, staring at him as if to express two words: help me.

Of course, he couldn't bear to see it burned alive, so he rushed to extinguish the fire, but as soon as he arrived in front of it, it let out a terrifying, human laughter, and after laughing, he cheered in a voice as thin as a eunuch: "Shui Feng is dead!

Ling Xuanluo was shocked, suddenly felt a severe pain all over his body, and couldn't breathe, and then looked down, it was not the horse that was swallowed by the flames, but himself, and the flames with a strong smell of fire and nitrate jumped up from his feet, burning him in pain.

"Bells, stop--" he roared.

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Ling Xuanluo gathered all the strength in his chest, roared, and woke up.

This struggle is like escaping the flames and falling into the darkness. He didn't dare to move, first closed his eyes, touched around with his hand, and touched a wet futon, then he let out a long breath and opened his eyes.

It turned out that he was really lying on a bed, he was sweating, and the futon was soaked with sweat.

When his palpitations calmed down a little, he looked sideways and looked around, and was surprised to find that he had returned to the Floating Life Palace.

Struggling to sit up, but the headache intensified, he quickly covered his head with both hands. This time, I remembered the meeting with Huo Ling'er, and I also understood the meaning of the nightmare just now.

For the first time since he became an immortal, he lost control of his body and suddenly felt panicked. Panicked and dragged him out of the dream completely, and more memories except for the fire bells came like a tide, including the death of his uncle, the blood flowing from Jiang Nanjun's thigh wound, and Mr. Yufeng's desperate cry.

All these nightmares happened in reality, far more terrifying than Da Wanma's laughter, and tortured him to lose control again, lean over, and fall off the bed.

Lulu stayed outside the door, but when she left to fetch a basin of water, as soon as she came back, she heard him fall out of bed, and she was so frightened that she put down the basin, pushed open the door, and went straight in.

"Oh, boy...... Lingshuai, are you alright? Do you want to call the military doctor?" Lulu carefully helped him back to the edge of the bed, seeing that his face was pale and very worried.

Ling Xuanluo signaled that he didn't need to, and then asked, "Lulu, how did I come back? How long have I been lying down?"

Lulu replied: "Hui Lingshuai, you came back with the Jiangnan military division on a single eagle, and you have been in a coma for two days. ”

"What? two days, oh my god!"

His brain exploded, he couldn't care about the headache, and he couldn't help complaining to himself, "Now is the beginning of the big war, the moment of life and death, I don't worry about the Condor Alliance, but I wasted two days in bed?"

He couldn't sleep anymore, so he hurriedly asked Lulu to freshen up and change clothes for him, and then left the Floating Life Hall and went straight to the Lonely Hall where Jiang Nanjun lived.