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Pressing his cloak tightly, He Lanbo clenched his teeth, looking at the blade in front of him, he took a step and stepped on the blade. Under the shoes that the pen www.biquge.info was wearing, blood flowed, and when he fell, those sharp blades would pierce the instep of his foot, bringing up red blood, scattering it on the ground, gathering into a small river, and merging into the statue in front of him.

What kind of pain did he not endure?

The Baili Sect Master is dead, and he is not having a good time.

Compared with Feng Qingge, what is his pain? Qingge, are you, more painful than I am now?

The corners of the mouth of the "Qingge ......" had already been bitten, the blade pierced into the instep of his feet, with bloody flesh, and his feet had already been broken, he frowned, and walked the path step by step, the closed palace gate was open, the hot breath came to his face, and a huge ball of flame floated in front of his eyes.

It turns out that when you open the door here, what you see is really hell on earth. How can a burning sea of fire, a small house, be controlled?

Sneering, He Lanbo slowly walked forward, and when his foot fell, there was already a blood-red footprint on the bluestone slab, but in an instant, it was evaporated by the flames in front of him, and he didn't even leave an imprint.

As soon as he entered the palace, the door behind him was closed, and he raised his head slightly and counted the floors above, a total of eighteen floors, his sin was the heaviest, he had to walk through these eighteen floors before he could be teleported out. Eighteen layers of hell, he was finally able to experience it.

Inside the flames, the stairs up to the second floor are in front of you, and you can reach them as long as you pass through the flames. These flames are all real, not an illusion, if they want to be other people, they are all thinking about how to pass through as quickly as possible, but He Lanbo thinks that it would be good if he died in this flame.

At least, atonement.

Clenching his fingers, He Lanbo took a deep breath of cold air, and the steps under his feet moved, walking towards the flames. The scorching flame burned his body, but the strange thing was that he couldn't feel a little heat on his body, but his spirit was burned by the flames, and the pain was incomparable, and the countless pictures flashed in his mind, it was so familiar, every scene was a picture of him singing with the wind, and the two pictures collided together, and they shattered like glass.

It was as if something had gradually disappeared in his brain, and nothing could be found from the original broken chip. The raging flame was still burning, but he didn't have the heaviness before, but felt that it didn't hurt so much, and his whole body was relaxed. Even the temperature of this external connection has become warm, and there is no pain before.

So comfortable, really want to stay here all the time.

Looking at the stairs in front of him, He Lanbo indifferently held on to the escalator, the pain under his feet was still there, he walked out step by step, looking at the second floor, it was like a knife-like breath, stabbing his heart, the cold dagger fell on his left chest, and countless knife lights appeared, quickly falling on his body, cutting his flesh and blood.

Parents of the body and skin.

The feeling of cutting flesh and bones, he knew, before the Baili Sect Master, was he also in such pain, was pierced by ten thousand swords through his body, and just such a person, dying, died in the Xue family. It turned out that the feeling of separation of flesh and bone was so uncomfortable.

The pierced blade withdrew, Helan Bo's whole body trembled, and the whole person had become a bloody person, holding the stairs with one hand, trembling, and walking forward with all the strength of his body.

Eighteen layers, a full eighteen floors, a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, digging out the heart and pulling out the tongue, purgatory nine shades, each one, he has passed, although the wounds on his body are deep, but they do not hurt his blood vessels, just the pain of flesh and skin. When he walked up to the eighteenth floor, that golden light flashed, and a familiar figure stood in front of him, smiling softly.

The back ......of his hand trembled, and He Lanbo was about to step forward.

It's just that the person who didn't speak shook his head slightly, waved his hand at him, and the steps under his feet were like butterflies in the flowers, jumping in front of him, and the laughter like silver bells was wrapped around his ears, and he had never seen a smile like Qingge, so beautiful, so beautiful.

"Helan, goodbye."

The light body turned around, leaving only one last smile.

With a tremor in his heart, He Lanbo quickly stepped forward, but as soon as his fingers touched the front, the figure that turned had already shattered, leaving only the empty eighteen floors, and there was nothing.

"Buzz!" The misty golden light enveloped Helan Bo, and when he came back to his senses, he was already in the ancestral hall of the Helan family, the token placed in front of him was extremely dazzling, the incense had already burned out, the trembling figure choked, his knees were weak, and he had already knelt down.

"Grandpa, I know that I am wrong, I will never be so willful again, and I will not run away from home. If I had listened to you earlier, things wouldn't have turned out like this, and the Hundred Miles Sect Master wouldn't have died. Qingge, she won't hate me either. Tears slipped down one by one, and He Lanbo clenched his fists, just wanting to take one last look at the person in front of him.

Why is it different from before, I want to see you still and tell me that this is just a joke you made to get me back, not really!

Why not a joke?

Why?

Asking himself over and over again, He Lanbo smiled bitterly, but he couldn't come back to all this.

Just like his love for Feng Qingge, after that, it won't exist anymore.

He's missed too much. If he could, he would rather become a ruthless and desireless person himself, and even if anyone left, he would not be so sad and sad. faded away his naïve willfulness, left a strange self with a strong sense of responsibility, and spent his life for the Helan family.

"Even if there are countless regret pills, they can't atone for my sins." The last tear fell to the ground, looking at the wine glass floating in the air in front of him, He Lanbo just smiled bitterly, took the wine glass and drank it all.

Feng Qingge, we shouldn't have seen each other from the beginning, without me, I wish you a happy life.

Let's not say goodbye.

You hurt, I hurt.

Perhaps escaping is the best solution.

If you can't see it, time will dilute all of us, maybe one day, you will meet a young man in white again, just a word of familiarity is enough.

Forgot about you, forgot about myself.

On the bank of the Lechuan River, under the Sansheng Stone, there must be no name for us, light song...... If I could, I really don't want to meet you again.

The golden brilliance flickered, sending the person who fell to the ground outside the bluestone statue, and the people waiting outside quickly stepped forward to help the unconscious He Lanbo, the blood had already dyed his white clothes red, and he couldn't find a good skin all over his body.

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