The sky sank little by little, and the smoke under the cliff was thick and dark, and the waves were flying. The mountain wind is cold, the cliff is like a knife, straight down, rugged and majestic. The fog, little by little, spread upward, overflowing the foot of the mountain, enveloping the ridge, and covering people's sight. Shaken by the wind, and smell the damp scent of shrubs and grass in the night.

It is secluded, and the world is silent.

“…… They're damned, right? A disciple standing at the top of the cliff and leaning down muttered.

"I don't know." Another disciple should.

"To live is to see people, and to die is to see corpses. We should search under the cliff, in case the demon girl escapes, it will not be good. ”

“…… Well, but it's late, let's talk about it tomorrow. ”

The disciples discussed in a whisper, and then looked at the abyss where the clouds were rolling, dizzy and shaky, and it was deep and cold, like a dark beast lurking...... The disciples hurriedly stopped looking at each other, and did not dare to look more, but went down the mountain in twos and threes, hoping to come again tomorrow, search on the mountain and under the cliff, and find out the two people.

The man gradually walked away.

It's cold in the mountains.

The wind in the forest is like clouds, and a thin and white moonlight appears on the top of the mountain, hanging overhead, shining on the sound of the trees like a tide, and the cold mountain breeze is drifting in wisps. The wall stands thousands of feet, along the cliff like a blade, all the way down, the moss is damp, the stone wall is steep, and there are branches growing in the oblique thorns. In the dark fog, the deep one is shrubs, green pine and weeds, and the shallow one is the mud and thick-walled convex stones.

Traces of people flying down the cliff face.

At the break of the cliff, Yang Qing climbed a little rocks and soil protruding with one hand, and hugged the girl tightly with the other.

His coat and Mochizuki's coat were cut by his hand when he took Mochizuki down the cliff at the beginning. The two clothes that everyone saw flew down into the clouds, and they were only outer gauze covers.

And Yang Qing took Mochizuki and went all the way down in the direction of the stone wall. The speed of the fall is fast, but his martial arts are also very good, rising and falling in the growing night, although he is injured in the back, it does not seem to affect him. Mochizuki only felt that the wind was like a knife, her waist was hugged by Yang Qing, watching him take her all the way to Feiyun stepping on the stone, and finally let the momentum of falling down slow down a little bit.

The two stopped at the cliff to interrupt.

Mochizuki, who was also injured, raised her face, and the mountain wind became more and more bitter as she went down, blowing her long hair on her face, and sometimes covering her eyes, so that she couldn't see Yang Qing's side face clearly. When she was falling, he was afraid that she would have an accident, so Yang Qing unlocked her acupoint. She looked up now, and in the dim light, through the slightly wet mist of her eyes, she saw the young man's side face.

Cold white, silent.

His eyelashes twitched slightly, and his breath was a little messy.

Mochizuki asked, "Are you out of strength?" ”

Yang Qing smiled, "It's okay." ”

Mochizuki thought to himself: Liar. You must have been breathless and unable to sustain it, so you stopped halfway. Otherwise, you would have taken me all the way down, and we would have reached the bottom of the cliff tonight, and we would have been out of the mountain tomorrow.

When she was at the top of the mountain just now, she watched so many sharp cold weapons beckoning Yang Qing on his back, piercing his clothes and piercing his muscles and bones. The two fought for a while, but Mochizuki still lost to Yang Qing, she didn't have to look at it, she knew how severe the injury on his back was.

Yang Qingzhen is miserable.

She's simply his nemesis.

Every time he was with her, Mochizuki could jump around, but Yang Qing was tossed half dead.

His back was even more pitiful. At first it was burned by fire, and then the traces were erased by the magic medicine of Lingyin; Now, his back is even more injured. He didn't have time to heal yet, he had to take her with him...... But this time it's different from before, and Mochizuki has no strength.

She wanted to help Yang Qing, but the wear and tear of her internal breath was only stricter than Yang Qing.

She had been with Bai Dao's disciples for so many days, she was hesitant to leave early, she really didn't know that she would meet Yang Qing.

Mochizuki's heart was chaotic and mournful, leaving her with no master.

However, after she settled down, she put her arms around the young man and said to him firmly, "Brother, it's okay. You wait for me, let me rest. When I'm better, I'll help us get out of danger. ”

Yang Qing said slowly, "Thank you for your kindness, but you don't have to." ”

Between the words, his hand climbing the stone wall suddenly loosened, and the two of them went down again, but Yang Qing's toes stepped on the pine wood below, lifting the momentum upward, and his arm swung out, with a concussive true qi, and crashed into the stone wall.

Rumble!

The stone wall was hit by his true qi and the earth and stones flew out, splitting his head and covering his face.

"Yang Qing!" Mochizuki exclaimed.

What is he going to do?!

Yang Qing flew with her, his arm hitting the loose wall of earth and stone. In Mochizuki's disbelieving gaze, he had a light face, his true qi swept away, and the mountain wind blew even stronger.

In the loud bang, the whole heaven and earth trembled. Yang Qing was splitting the cave with his bare hands, so that the two of them had a place to rest.

This side of the world, because of his violent actions, the pine trees shook, and the mountain walls made a buzzing sound. He had to be careful and careful, breaking the wall with his bare hands, and he had to be careful not to cause a collapse and destroy this piece of cliff. True Qi swept through the world at a terrifying speed, and if a streamer was slapping against the stone wall, the surrounding stone wall and earth and stone were covered with a layer of milky white afterimage.

Everywhere I went, the walls shook, the sky cracked, and the mud and rocks wandered.

"Quack!" There are unknown birds flying out from all directions, and the sound of beasts rising in the mountains.

Boom, boom, boom.

The movement of the earth dragon fleeing.

In the dust and ashes, the girl was completely embraced by the young man, and her heart rose to her throat, but she could only watch dryly, and she couldn't help at all.

She watched his arm quickly stained with blood, her heart and lungs were squeezed, her tears were in her eyes, and she only dared to watch carefully, afraid of disturbing him, afraid that he would lose all his efforts.

She saw shocking cracks, heard the unstoppable sound of breaking ground, and saw that the stone walls were soft, and the dirt and rocks, weeds, and pine trees splashed and smashed into the figures of the two of them.

The young man took her to hide again.

Yang Qing had already done this, and his true qi was depleted so quickly, Mochizuki couldn't let him give up because of his own worries, because he saw the blood on his arm.

Although, watching it like this, the heavens and the earth are shaking, and her heart is also decaying. Constantly destroying miè, and constantly reborn, once again to meet the ruined miè......

The vision became blurry, and the world seemed to be thousands of miles away from her, and the girl looked up blankly, watching the flying sand and stones fall on her. In this collapsing world, in that loud noise, everything seemed so unreal, only Yang Qing was alive.

They are constantly circulating between death and rebirth.

Heaven and earth have become so peaceful and distant.

I saw that a hole was finally broken, and I saw the wood and stone above their heads coming to them. And no matter how tragic it was, Yang Qing tightly protected Mochizuki in his arms. He was the first to smash the rocks, and he was the first to cover the rocks. The pressure on Mochizuki was much smaller than that of Yang Qing.

Mochizuki looked at Yang Qing, looked at him quietly, and buried his face in his arms. She didn't have the extra strength to help him, she could only use her best strength to hug his waist. Let him be less resistant to his movements, don't worry too much about her, and don't take her too seriously.

There was darkness in front of him, and his face was buried in the young man's arms, full of the breath on his body. It's a familiar taste for her. The strange and warm touch, the clear and steady heartbeat, the warm and quiet soul...... She walked into Yang Qing's spiritual world and his spiritual palace, the vastness and brilliance made her look up and long, and she refused to be wrong at a glance. There was never a moment when Mochizuki felt that Yang Qing was so close to him.

She tried her best to help him, but she could only get to this point.

Her heart is full of frustration and expectation, and she suffers from gains and losses. I just feel that I want to hold her like this all the time, and be held by him like this all the time, until she grows old, she is also willing.

This person, she really likes it so much, she can't like it more.

It's been a long time, and it's a long time Mochizuki has never felt.

"Ah Yue......" She heard Yang Qing shouting at her overhead.

Her body was raised.

Mochizuki opened her eyes, and her body was picked up, and after a few strokes, she was carried and placed in a cave dug by man. There were hard mountains on all sides, a cave large enough for one person to sit in, and Yang Qing picked her up and put her into the cave. His hands were still on the stone wall of the cave, his elbows propped up, and he did not jump up immediately, but looked up at her.

In the moonlight, his face was stained with wind and frost, but it was still so beautiful and charming.

Mochizuki leaned down to look at him.

He reached out and put his hand under her eyelids.

Mochizuki saw the water stains on his hands, and only then did he realize that he was crying.

She cried like a fool, but she didn't realize it.

He smiled at her.

Mochizuki was stunned and smiled.

She leaned on her stomach, lying at the entrance of the cave, wiped away the tears from her face, and grabbed his hand, "Come up." ”

Yang Qing said "um" and was about to lift it up, but his movements were slightly sluggish, and there was a little problem, and his body was halfway up and fell down again.

"Yang Qing!" Mochizuki's eyes widened, and he flew forward, looking like he was going to jump down with him.

But Yang Qing did not fall.

He clutched the wall of dirt with his hand and did not fall.

His slender fingers were as long as jade, stained with blood and dirt. Mochizuki leaned over and saw him hanging in the wall wind. He smiled at her and whispered, "I'm a little tired, let me take it easy." ”

Mochizuki nodded violently, but he was still afraid that he would fall again, grabbed his wrist, and refused to let it go.

Yang Qing is reliable.

He really slowed down, regained his breath, and came up. He entered the small hole he had opened with his bare hands, and the moment he entered, Mochizuki shrank against the wall and made way for him. The young man was indeed very tired, and when he came in, there was a shelter, so he sat down along the stone wall and closed his eyes.

His arm hung at his side, one arm of dirt mixed with blood.

Blood snaked down his sleeves, to the surface, and to Mochizuki's heart.

Mochizuki watched as he closed his eyes, knelt beside him, slowly bent down and hugged his arm, tears rolling in his eyes.

She looked at the dying pale young man, at the blood on her lover's arm. Her tears could not be stopped, and the sorrow in her heart could not be expressed. She hugged his arm, her body trembling, and she began to cry.

Why?!

Shouldn't she be looking for Yang Qing?

If she didn't come back, if she returned to the Holy Sect directly, Yang Qing wouldn't have been dragged down by her to the way she is now!

How could she bully him like that?!

The girl hugged the young man's drooping arm and wept like a child, as if she were crying hoarsely.

Yang Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes to see the little girl lying on top of him, and saw her hugging her arms and crying. The bright moon was in the head, and the clear light illuminated the top of her head, and it was snow-white moonlight. She cried so stupidly. Yang Qing was tired in his heart, thinking, he had never seen Ah Yue cry so much.

She has always been hard-hearted, she has never had a heart, and she rarely sheds tears.

This time, I cried like this for myself.

He wanted to give her his life.

Yang Qing stretched out his other intact arm and slowly put it on the girl's crying and trembling back, he patted her back gently, and whispered, "Don't cry." I can't even hug you. ”

She was holding his arm, which hurt so much that he couldn't hold her.

Mochizuki raised her face to look at him, teary eyes.

In the dark light, Yang Qing looked at the girl's face. Stained with water, his eyelashes are knotted, his eyes are wet, his face is as white as jade, and his long hair is messy against his face. She was covered in blood and soil, and her face was black and shallow because of crying. It couldn't be worse.

However, in this kind of wolf bèi, Yang Qing felt that she was unprecedentedly good-looking.

He has been moved by her countless times, but Mochizuki, who shed tears for him, made him the most moved.

Yang Qing stretched out his hand, and under Mochizuki's obedience, he hugged her into his arms. The mountain wind was strong at night, and they could hear the sound of the wind as if it were material. In a cold wind, Yang Qing put his arm around Mochizuki's shoulder, and Mochizuki heard his warm and cool voice-

"Girl. Under the surname Yang, the single name is Qing. When he was young, his family was ruined and destroyed by the Demon Cult. Later, he entered the Cloud Gate and practiced martial arts to protect himself. It has been twenty-five this year, and his birthday is the tenth day of the lunar month. In Xia Neng, Wen Nengwu also has some money. Although you are not as rich as the girl, you have a plan to make the girl suffer. Girl, would you like to marry you? ”