Yuwen Hao's family, the comfortable figure of the heart demon appeared in a ripple, and with a wave of his hand, the enchantment was dispersed, and his figure was also illusory. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The heart demon Anyi was counterattacked by the power of his own summoning, although he suppressed it, but he was still injured, and in a short period of time, he couldn't use the power of summoning, and even his own cultivation was also affected.

Therefore, at this moment, he is relatively weak.

Yu Wenhao here, looking at the written poems, looking at them carefully, the more he reads, the more he likes it, and the more excited he is.

After a while, I put down the poem, stretched, got out of bed, and said to my grandmother to go out for a walk, and then went out to play.

The next day, in the morning.

Yu Wenhao took advantage of yesterday's momentum and looked at the novel book "Zhu Xian" again, this time, he was looking for another heroine, Lu Xueqi's related plot.

Looking at the plot description of Lu Xueqi in the book, slowly, Yu Wenhao was fascinated, and he forgot to write a poem, and he was engrossed in reading it.

On the side, the illusory figure of the demon was comfortable, his face was a little pale, and his breath was a little sluggish floating beside Yu Wenhao, turning his head, he also looked at the book in Yu Wenhao's hand, as if with him, he had entered that wonderful world, to find, to feel, to touch.

Green silk with long hair, white clothes like snow, cold and few words, and a peerless appearance.

Such a woman is already rare in the world, and besides, she also has a relationship with him, suffering and entangled with each other.

However, she has her persistence, her responsibility, and her obsession.

I still remember that in Qingyun Gate, on Tongtian Peak, in the Yuqing Palace, when he was drawing lots, when he looked at her, his eyes were a little stunned, and his face was an introvert who could not hide his blush.

I still remember, the Seven Veins will be martial, you are half lucky, half of your strength entered the top four, and you fought with me; I, Tianya, who has never been unsheathed, is out of the sheath for you, for me, and for our destiny.

I still remember, in the empty mulberry mountain, you saved me from being seriously injured and fell into the abyss, and the thoughts that arose in my mind made me rush to you who fell into the abyss without hesitation, took your hand, held it, and seemed to feel the warm heart.

Under the abyss of death, you and I support each other, protect each other, ruthless seaside, you never abandon me, I will never give up on you.

On that rainy night in Liubo Mountain, the rain poured down, you knelt there, lowered your head, let the heavy rain wash away, let the arrogance of the heavy rain, silent, I held an umbrella, came to you, looked at you, knelt in the rain, looked at it for a long time, but it seemed like an instant, my heart, worried about you, but you didn't seem to raise your head to look at me, or, at the moment I left, you raised your head, what you saw was not me.

In the Yuqing Palace, in the face of the pressure of the master and other uncles, you were silent, I know that you are not a spy of the Demon Sect, because, you saved me, so, this time, I am also willing to stand up for you and defend you.

It's a pity that the sword in front of the Yuqing Palace failed to save you after all.

Ten years, you left Qingyunmen and entered the Ghost King Sect, from the former disciple of Dazhufeng to the deputy sect master of the Ghost King Sect, your name is Zhang Xiaofan, also called Ghost Li.

Ten years, I am on the moon cliff of Xiaozhu Peak, facing the cold wind, listening to the sound of tears bamboo, every time I think of you, I think of the heartache, I will float and dance, hold Tianya's hand, how hopeful, hold, is your hand, is back to your hand.

Until, in the midst of death, I met you, I chased you, holding Tianya's hand, trembling, after you stopped, I looked at you, wanting to see what you looked like at the beginning, but what I saw was only indifference, just coldness, I said to you, come back, you didn't answer, but I knew your answer.

In front of the treasure house, we are pulled by the suction of the treasure house, you look at me, I look at you, I say to you again, come back, you hoarse shout, in the blazing eyes, I saw the original affection, you took my hand, just like the day of the dead soul, the merciless seaside, the hand held, the warmth of the hand, lingering in my heart.

I have been dancing with a sword for you for ten years, not for anything, but just to hear an answer from you.

I have my persistence, my responsibilities, my obsessions, and you, too.

Between you and me, there is a ravine, each other wants to step out, but dare not step out, the ravine, like the sky, like the earth, lies between us.

Southern Xinjiang, I watched you stand in the sea of blood like a bloodthirsty Shura, I called your name, but you couldn't hear it.

Our handover was doomed to be impossible at the beginning.

In the Yuqing Palace, I became the protagonist of the marriage of the Incense Valley, but I didn't want to.

Except for you, I don't want to have even the slightest entanglement with any other man, because, in my heart, there is only your existence.

In the Demon Suppression Cave, you and I, facing the beast demon, in front of the Eight Desolations Fire Dragon, you once again held my hand, at that moment, ten years of sword dance, ten years of cold wind, ten years of wind and frost, ten years of moonlight, at this moment, all fell apart, all fell apart, all fell apart inch by inch, just because, this time, I don't want to, and I don't want to, lose you again.

Under the cold moon, we, hugging each other, I feel your heartbeat, your warmth.

Creation will eventually make people, and if you and I don't go through a thousand tribulations, perhaps, there will be no day when there will be no white heads.

I'm waiting for you.

The tender companionship, the tender companionship, called back you, called me back.

Qingyun's difficulty, I, I have to leave you, I want to protect Qingyun, that is my responsibility, my persistence, my obsession.

Zhuxian sword rises, a sword swings the sky, a sword breaks the robbery, that sword guards Qingyun, guards you and me, and guards our future.

A white light flickered, pulling back Yu Wenhao's mind and the comfortable mind of the demon.

Yu Wenhao, who was in tears and choked up, closed the book, and looked like he couldn't cry a little.

The heart demon was silent and frowned slightly.

"Sure enough, Baguio and Xueqi, I prefer Xueqi more."

Yu Wenhao, who was choked and muttering, lay on the bed, pillowed his head, and let tears flow out.

"Xueqi, just stupid."

The demon was comfortable here, and muttered.

"However, her stupidity is not the most precious and touching place."

"Who is the moon sprinkled with? The breeze lingers like a drunk. Tianya's sword is like flowing water, and her face is peerless and tender. ”

When Yu Wenhao muttered in his mouth and read these four lines of poetry, he got up suddenly, quickly wiped away the tears that remained on his face, picked up the pen and paper, and wrote down the verses that had just come to mind in his mind.

"It's stuck again."

Just when Yu Wenhao wrote the first half of the poem and was about to write the next half of the poem, he lost any thoughts and couldn't help muttering unhappily.

Hearing Yu Wenhao's muttering, the demon in his heart was comfortable here, and his slightly frowning brows stretched out.

I saw that the aura on his body was emanating and turned into a thin line, which was connected to Yu Wenhao's body.

At this moment, in the heart of the demon in his comfortable mind, it seems that he is in some kind of wonderful connection with himself, or with a familiar stranger, and the wonderful feeling is slowly rippling from the first time he resonates with Yu Wenhao.

"Hey, I thought of it!"

When the inner demon Anyi and Yu Wenhao were connected to each other, Yu Wenhao here, in his mind, suddenly had an inspiration, whispered, hurriedly held the pen, and hurriedly wrote on the paper.

"God also knows that I am tired? Ten years of solitude and haggardness. Ukiyo is in a more expensive mood, and there is no regret at the end of the world. ”

The second half of the poem was written.

The whole poem was also written.

"Who is Yuesa devoted to?"

"The breeze lingers like a drunk."

"Tianya's sword is like flowing water,"

"Peerless and tender."

"God seems to know that I'm tired?"

"Ten years of lonely moon alone and haggard."

"Ukiyo-e's deep mood is more expensive,"

"There is no regret at the end of the world."

Yu Wenhao blinked his eyes, his face was full of excitement, his face was full of happiness, and he muttered poems written on the paper in his mouth, and the smile in his eyes was even stronger.

"Hey, I have to say, sometimes, I still admire myself."

After complimenting himself, Yu Wenhao put the written poem away and rubbed his eyes.

"It's just that I feel like it's a bit of a struggle to write a poem every time."

When Yu Wenhao muttered, the heart demon was comfortable here, and he withdrew his breath, and his face was very pale.

However, at the moment when the demon comfortably withdrew his breath, suddenly, on his body, a strong breath suddenly surged, this breath, the swirling of teeth and claws, the arrogant and arrogant dance, this breath, black, this breath, is demonic energy.

"It's ......"

Before the heart demon could react, this surging demonic qi enveloped him for a moment, and then the black light flashed, and disappeared with the heart demon comfort.

After the demons disappeared comfortably, Yu Wenhao got out of bed here, went to the back room, helped his grandmother set up the dishes and chopsticks, and prepared to eat.

In the Phantom Sky Realm, at this moment, the bright moon hangs high.

In the sky, next to the bright moon, at this time, a demonic qi emerged, appearing in the phantom sky realm, and in a flash, it rushed towards the center position, Wuyue Mountain.

Wuyue Mountain, a range of 100 miles, was shrouded in a layer of faint golden light curtain, and at this moment, outside this faint golden light curtain, a demonic qi fell, surging, and after dispersing, the comfortable figure of the heart demon appeared.

The demon who appeared in his body was comfortable, looking at the faint golden light curtain in front of him, and through the light curtain, he saw the misty Moon Mountain inside at the moment.

He was stunned.

"What's going on?"

Looking around, the inner demon comfortably exuded a breath, enveloping the entire Illusory Void Realm, and soon, it was determined that this was the Illusory Void Realm.

Retracting his breath, the demon was a little confused on his face.

Feeling the aura emanating from the golden light curtain that made his soul tremble, the demons in his heart didn't dare to take a step forward.

Just when the heart demon is in a dilemma, I don't know what to do, on the foggy moon mountain, on the misty mountainside, there, on a protruding cliff, there is a woman in white standing, as if she has a feeling, she, turned her head, and looked at the heart demon comfort outside the golden light curtain.

Her eyes were cold, her expression was indifferent, and her body exuded an aura of rejection and frozenness.

She looks like Xueqi, but she is not Xueqi.

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