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In the early morning, the snow was still falling, covering the vast world with a layer of holy white.

At the top of the mountain, Ye Chen and Chu Xuan'er got up and walked onto the vast land, all dressed in white clothes, white hair and white cloaks, just like the white snow.

I don't know when, the two appeared in an ancient city in Northern Chu.

As soon as they stepped in, the noisy street instantly became extremely quiet, everyone looked at them, the teacup they were holding stopped at their lips, their open mouths forgot to close, and their raised steps fixed in mid-air.

The two of them walked gently with white hair, both silently, and did not stop at all because of the tranquility of the ancient city.

Until they were gone for a long time, the ancient city was still as silent as death.

The heavens and the earth are still so quiet, and the arrival and departure of the two have not left the slightest trace, as if they have never appeared.

"I... I'm not mistaken!" I don't know how long it took for someone to open their mouth, "Ye... Ye Chen is still in Northern Chu?"

"Eight... Eighty percent is. ”

"It's so blatant, just... Aren't you afraid of being besieged again?"

"Or is he going to kill again. ”

Although the voice of this sentence was small, it was like a thunderbolt that made everyone in the ancient city tremble.

Kill again?

All of them were trembling, and even though a few days had passed, the blood-colored image was still engraved in their bones.

The demon god of the world, the power of one person, the millions of monks who have been killed, the land of Northern Chu, the corpses are all over the field, and the blood flows like a river, until today, the ethereal sky is still floating with thick blood mist.

Ye Chen and Chu Xuan went on the road again, not stopping at all, coming softly, leaving gently, just like the flying snow, leaving only that faint white shadow in the world.

However, their appearance made Beichu panic.

Every time you go to an ancient city, there will be silence, followed by the sound of boiling like the tide of the sea.

"Leaf... Ye Chen is here again?" The major families of Northern Chu, after hearing this, their faces instantly turned pale.

"Quick... Hurry up, strengthen the mountain protection barrier, and no one is allowed to leave the family. Soon, such voices rang out one after another, and it was a terrible nightmare that they did not dare to think about it again.

"What are you waiting for. "In the main hall of the Bloodthirsty Palace, the Soul Eater King glanced at the Bloodthirsty Yama, "This is the last chance. ”

"Millions of monks have been slaughtered, and the army is sent again, and the outcome is the same. Bloodthirsty Yama's eyes were blood-red.

"If a few million doesn't work, then 10 million, if 10 million doesn't work, then 20 million. The Soul Eater King snorted coldly, "This person must die, otherwise the Blood Spirit Family will be a lesson for us." ”

"10 million, 20 million, that's a lot of courage. Bloodthirsty Yama sneered, looking at the Soul Eater King with bloodshot eyes, "Even though there are so many monks in Northern Chu, are they willing to listen to my orders?"

"After all, you're scared. The Soul Eater's voice became eerie.

"You're not the same. Bloodthirsty Yama snorted coldly, "Instead of bothering with me, you might as well go to the Demon Domain and the Netherworld, and if you want to punish Ye Chen, the only way to ask the kings to fight is to use their combat power." ”

"Do you use the Emperor's descendants as an ornament?" The Soul Eater King's face became even more gloomy, and there was a ghostly light in his eyes.

"Then what are you talking nonsense to me. Bloodthirsty Yama's face suddenly became fierce, "Without the army of kings in charge, what can we do to destroy Ye Chen, and the blood that will be killed again will flow like a river?"

"You ...... ”

In the vast world, Ye Chen and Chu Xuan are still moving forward slowly, like a couple, on a romantic trip.

All parties in Northern Chu were watching, but they didn't make the slightest move, and they couldn't even shrink back into the Bloodthirsty Palace, which made the people of Northern Chu sigh.

This is the king's courage!

This is the power of the king!

Even though this is not the territory of the Heavenly Court, but people came, and they did not hide it in the slightest, so that the major forces in Northern Chu were so frightened that they didn't even dare to go out.

The Holy Lord of Heaven, the Megatron.

Afraid, they were indeed afraid, and those who were killed were terrified.

Under everyone's attention, the two white-clothed backs walked out of the monk realm and stepped onto the mortal realm.

In the Nanzhao Palace, an old man in the twilight was wiping the snow on a tombstone with his sleeves, trembling, his old eyes were cloudy, and his back in the snow was also so rickety.

This person, if you look closely, isn't it Liu Qingquan, the monarch of Nanzhao Kingdom?

Now, he is gray-haired, and he still looks like a king, like an old man who is about to be buried in the earth.

Grandpa, where did my mother go!

On the side, Xiao Ruoxi had a milky voice, very well-behaved, and she was constantly picking up the snow with her little hands, she was still so innocent, ignorant, and didn't know the pain of mortal dust at all.

She went far away!

Liu Qingquan hugged the little girl in his arms, his cloudy old eyes looked into the distance, and his voice was hoarse and vicissitudes.

The pain in the world is nothing more than the white-haired man sending the black-haired man, even if he is the emperor, in the eyes of the monks, he is still an ant, guarding the poor Li people and the poor grave.

The breeze was blowing, with pieces of snow, and Ye Chen slowly appeared.

Big brother!

The little girl raised her pink little face, and looked at Ye Chen who suddenly appeared with big eyes.

Ye Chen smiled slightly, touched her little head, and looked at Liu Ruyan's grave.

In the snow, he stood there like an ice sculpture, motionless, letting the snowflakes float all over his body.

My name is Liu Ruyan!

Suddenly, this sentence sounded in his ears again, his eyes were blurred, as if he could vaguely see the shadow of the piano for her, and now she was inside, he was outside, and there was a rolling red dust in between.

I will remember!

He gently stroked the tombstone, and what lingered in his mind was the last words that Liu Ruyan said to him, the eyes that always refused to close, with tenderness and pain, and said goodbye to Hongchen.

The vicissitudes of his laughter, the mortal woman, the love of the mortal world, ruined her, but it made him.

"Shangxian, take her!" Liu Qingquan came tremblingly, holding a suqin in his hand.

"I'm sorry. Ye Chen took the suqin, but his voice was hoarse.

"You saved her once three years ago, and she gave you back your life three years later, this may be the cause and effect in the mouth of the immortals. Liu Qingquan turned around again and wiped the snow on the tombstone with his sleeve that seemed to never be wiped off.

"I owe it to her. "The Holy Lord of the Heavenly Court actually bowed down and made a great salute to a mortal.

The snow flakes were fluttering, he put on the suqin on his back, turned around silently, and held a small hand in his hand, the pink little face, and sometimes looked back at the white-haired Liu Qingquan.

Liu Qingquan never turned around, but his cloudy old eyes were shining with tears.

Three years ago, he was the head of a small family, and he became the king of a country by mistake.

Three years were like a dream, and the same thing was that he still lost his daughter after all.

Outside the palace, Chu Xuan'er also stood there like an ice sculpture, letting the snow fly.

In this country, she came for the second time, met a mortal woman, and taught her the Nine Immortal Songs, but she left a sad marriage.

Ye Chen came out, carrying Suqin on his back and holding Ruoxi.

Suddenly, her delicate body trembled, looking at the innocent little girl, her watery beautiful eyes flashed a trace of confusion.

Their journey has a small figure.

On the vast earth, three strings of footprints were left, just like the willow Ruyan, Ye Chen and Xiao Ruoxi that day, as the sun set, their backs were very warm, like a family of three. Reading, a better reading experience comes from Aiwang.