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Finally, the golden light wrapped around him completely dissipated, revealing Liang Ping's body full of scars, the head of the giant ape was cut off by the incomparably gorgeous flowers, fortunately it did not hurt him inside, but the hair was cut off a lot, the bun was messed up, his hair was scattered, his face was full of blood, his eyes were blurred, blown by the cold wind, frozen together, even the hair hanging on his forehead was stuck with blood, his eyes were blurred, except for dark, it was red, except for red, it was white. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Su Huachen's giggling continued to penetrate his ears, making his heart gradually agitated. Blood ran down his jaw and elbows to the ground, and soon coagulated. Little by little, the strength was draining, and the fire of life was slowly dimming, as if nothing could stop it. Roughly judging the direction of Su Huachen's voice, he supported the ground with the arm he had already connected, tried to sit up, and then slowly moved in that direction. His head swayed, constantly hinting to himself in his heart: "Liang Ping, you can't just die." "Each time he could only take a small step forward, and it took a lot of time, the shoe on his right foot was gone, the wound was on the ground, the blood kept flowing out, as long as he paused a little longer, he was frozen in place, and he pulled hard, and some minced flesh was torn off. Liang Ping didn't seem to care, that's it, inch by inch, inch by inch, approaching Su Huachen, leaving blood-red drag marks on the ground, which was shocking to watch. But Su Huachen looked at it like this, and his emotions did not fluctuate in the slightest.

"Twenty years ago ... You... It was here that I took my Blue River Order, and twenty years later, I am going to take it ... Take it back. ”

"Yes, on that day twenty years ago, we fought for a hundred and ten rounds, you lost in the end, I got that token, and now you have a hard time even standing up, if I really still have it, how do you want to get it back?"

"With my life!"

"Your life may be precious to you, but it is worthless in my eyes, and looking at the way you look now, I am afraid of getting my hands dirty. Besides, if you die, even if I stuff that golden jade and blue river order into your cold hands, what will be the point?"

"You guy, can also understand the preciousness of life? You are just a walking corpse, a lonely soul who lives alone, and it is impossible to understand the wonder of life! The opera that you are proud of can only be self-pity in the night when no one is around. ”

"A living person, as long as he is alive, then there must be something to support him to live, no matter how despicable and beautiful he is in the eyes of others, he is still alive!" Su Huachen retorted to him very rarely, and his eyebrows seemed to be really angry, "Some people don't understand the suffering of others, and they don't even understand their own." ”

"Hehe... You can say something like that, really。。。。。。 Liang Ping's voice became smaller and smaller, and he no longer had the strength to talk to him, and walked forward as much as he could. One step and another, until he fell to the ground again. He lay on the ground with his face on his side, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he looked at the white, gentle color covered with a slowly intertwined dark red, and in it, there was a bright light.

His own sword was stuck a few steps away from him, and the snowflakes grazed against the blade, making it even more dazzling. "Clouds ... Cloud Warbler 。。。。。。 He called out to the girl who loved to wear the yellow dress in his memory, and raised his hand in front of him, grabbing the sword shadow in his eyes. Qingfeng was clubbing there, silent but affectionate. Liang Ping's body began to tremble, and he felt a force injected into it, as if there was a person beside him, trying to help himself up, and he smelled the faint aroma of the other party.

"Ah Ping, it's cold here, come, come home with me. ”

"Ah!!!!!h His body stood up and rushed towards the sword, clenched tightly in his hand, the cold sword, very warm. "I want to go back, I want to go back, I can't die!" Raising his sword, he picked up Su Huachen in front of him, and the other party dodged with a light jump, raised his leg to hook Liang Ping's arm that was still rushing forward, and took a step forward, his center of gravity was unstable, and he lay straight down. Su Huachen stretched out his hand to support him, felt his palm slippery for a while, and felt disgusted in his heart, so he immediately let go, and at the same time leaned into his ear and poured it into it softly.

"Look at your dirty body, let me go to that pool and wash it. As soon as he finished speaking, Na Cheng thought that Liang Ping's sword blade turned, changed from a thorn to a slash, and swung it while the other party was defenseless. Su Huachen's head was close to his ear, only to obliquely see the sword coming, and he didn't have time to retreat, and while retreating, the sleeves of his robe were blown away with strength, trying to stop it.

"Sting!" The three-foot blade was beyond his expectations, and a large hole was cut in the sleeve of his robe, but the sword was also shaken to the side, and the blow did not work. Su Huachen's heart swelled with an inexplicable anger.

"This dress is my favorite, even if you use your life, can you afford it?ah?!"

With a kick on Liang Ping's waist, he flew up again and fell towards the pool. Su Huachen raised his hand and made a move, "Dragon!" The water surface that had just calmed down made waves again, and several water blades converged into a column of water, wriggling at the end, condensing into the shape of a dragon's head, biting Liang Ping in mid-air, wrapping his body around him, and pulling it down.

"Plop!" he fell into the water. A piece of ice suddenly stuck to his whole body, and it felt many times colder than the weather outside. The large and small wounds on his body were stimulated by the cold, which made his consciousness a lot clearer, but his body was still very weak and he couldn't use too much strength. The dragon was still swimming near the surface of the water, and would not hesitate to strike him another blow whenever he showed up. The joints slowly stiffened, but the hand holding the sword refused to let go, and in the end, only one head was left to think.

Falling, falling, surrounded by boundless darkness, the cave with no bottom in sight. Suddenly, he felt that his feet were entangled in something, like aquatic plants, and like a dry hand, but his whole body was numb, and he couldn't feel it very clearly. On his legs, on his waist, he soon had that sense of restraint, and it didn't take long for the same thing to choke his neck, and he fell faster. The cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the thing that choked his throat, gave him a feeling that was very familiar at the moment of falling, and he had felt it before, where had he ever felt it?

He thought about it carefully, and finally wanted to laugh at himself in his heart, in such a situation, there was still time to think about such a thing?! But his mind couldn't help but move closer to it, as if he had some impressions, but at that time... It should be more than 20 years。。。。。。

"Rustle。。。。。。 Liang Ping rummaged through the grass on a hillside, and when he felt something right, he pulled it up and threw it into the bamboo basket on his back.

Without exception, the disciples of Lei Gangshan have to go to the back mountain every once in a while to collect medicine and complete their share of the task. It started as a group of people gathering together, looking for the grass on the medicine list. But others can see that Liang Ping is very absent-minded. In fact, it was true, his mind was not on this, he was thinking about other things entirely, and there was a silly smile on his face from time to time. Slowly, he moved farther and farther away from the rest of the disciples, and he didn't realize it. He walked to a dead tree, picked up the grass under it, and a touch of purple entered his eyes, and without thinking about it, he subconsciously reached out and dragged it. Then he felt a pain in his palms and began to go numb. The strength was draining, and the blood vessels on the back of the hand were starting to dry up. Only then did he realize that he had touched something he shouldn't have touched. When he wanted to stop, it was no longer possible, the purple blood vine was not only sucking his blood, but also injecting poison into him through the wound. His body began to feel cold, and he fell to his knees all at once, his other hand pressed against the sucked arm, but he couldn't do anything.

Next, he felt that cold, the cold that could freeze his soul, a killing intent, a trace of sadness, suffocating. But not against him, but against the purple blood vine.

He was saved, and was brought to the Pure Jade Altar by the unruly man who had always been clothed with loose hair and somewhat faded black. He stood on the altar and looked up at the man sitting on the drum beam, with a straw stick in his mouth, and often a sword with a blue-gray scabbard in his arms.

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