Mo Chen looked at the dim sword in his hand, and his aura became heavy. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Mo Chen held the sword blade with his left hand and gritted his teeth to slash down. A deep wound that could be seen to the bone, and bright red blood stained the blade of the sword. Like dry wood colliding with fire, the blade of the sword suddenly burned into a blazing flame. In the dazzling firelight, a little blood flowed from the corner of Mo Chen's mouth. The spiritual power in the fire crystal took advantage of this opportunity to gush out and wreak havoc in the body.

Mo Chen used the remaining spiritual power in his body to induce it to flow to his palm. Blood stained the hilt of the sword red, and the sleeve of the shirt ran down the arm. "Edgeworth." Raising the long sword with both hands, the flames on the sword body turned into a sword blade, and more than a dozen long fiery red giant swords burned the surrounding air, and the air flow continued to surge towards Mo Chen, fueling the flames even more.

The slender vines that sprouted from the ground wrapped around its ankles, followed by a frantic growth, binding its body like a string. Only instinctive corpses are left pulling at the annoying things on their bodies. Suddenly, he noticed the light of the fire behind him, revealing a slight breath of death.

The "Absolute Sword" dragged the flames, stirred the air around them, and slashed down with a sword. The arms, which were as thick as branches, suddenly grasped the flaming materialized spiritual power sword body. The scorching flames roasted the arms, emitting a pungent smell.

The extinguishing flames formed a fireball that enveloped its body, and a fiery dragon poured out from the hilt of its sword to engulf the fireball that engulfed the violent corpse.

There were still a few sparks on the ground, and a pile of charred ash emitted a pungent smell. The flames on the sword were completely extinguished, and the healing power of the fire crystal was also repairing while destroying Mo Chen's body. The spiritual power of the veins that impacted the body was also fully withdrawn into the fire crystal, and the calm was restored, and it seemed that the fire crystal also needed to be cultivated.

Looking at the completely healed wound on his left hand, Mo Chen smiled faintly: "If I can resist it every time, maybe my physique will get stronger and stronger." ”

The sword in his hand suddenly became heavy, and half of his body fell to the ground, Mo Chen took out the scabbard and withdrew the sword, and then slowly wrapped the scabbard layer by layer with strips of black cloth. The sword that had retracted its scabbard became light again: "Is this sword still too heavy for me?" With his back behind him, he realized that his left thumb had been cut and the blood that flowed out of it was sucked in.

The dim sky began to rain drippingly, wetting Mo Chen's body and washing away the blood on the ground, and in a few days it would come back to life, but it couldn't change the lives that had been lost. The living stand, while the dead can only be washed away. Remembering history is the real survival.

"Do you want to run away again?" The red cloth squatted beside Han Fei and noticed Mo Chen, who wanted to leave alone. Standing up and drawing his sword: "Are you so fond of escaping, how can you be so selfish." "My cheeks were wet with the rain, and my beautiful long hair stuck to my body.

"If you don't like me, why do you want me, why do you come to the recruitment, why do you marry me." Tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes, mixed with raindrops, flowed down his cheeks, and dripped on the ground, like ordinary rain, it was difficult to distinguish them.

"One thing can be accidental, so why are so many things, today you could have not saved me, didn't come to save the Han family, and once you left alone, why did you still come."

"I, I don't know."

"Then if you like me, why do you want to run away from me, and leave me again and again. Are you so cowardly that you are afraid to face the future? ”

Mo Chen didn't know how to answer, let alone his purpose, he didn't seem to have a goal all along, and becoming stronger seemed to be the goal. But I don't know why, as if I was being forced to move forward, and when I looked around, I found that I was the only one. Every time I want to settle down, I always seem to be driven by something, and I don't dare to look directly into my heart, I only know how to blindly escape.

"Huh." smiled coldly, but it was so desolate, "Do you think you can make up for the loss of the Han family by doing this, do you think you can walk away in this way, no, it's not enough." A red-clothed sword stabbed into Mo Chen's left shoulder.

"Qianxue"

"Miss!"

"Mo Chen." Xiao Hei was surprised to see this scene in the woods, and was about to rush out but was held down by Yiyi. "Believe Mo Chen." Said softly to Xiao Hei. Xiao Hei looked up at Yiyi's cheek, as if he had noticed something in the eyes that looked at Mo Chen.

Mo Chen lowered his head and saw blood constantly coming out of his shoulder, slowly flowing out of the sword body. Mo Chen grabbed the sword with one hand and stabbed it even more. The pain has been lost, only the lips are paler. "I know that no matter what I do, I can't save those who are dead, and no matter what I do, I can't heal the pain in your heart. But if that makes you feel better..."

Mo Chen shook his body, his eyes were dizzy for a while, his mind was blank, he closed his tired eyes, and his limp body suddenly fell. The red clothes instantly withdrew his sword, and tears and rain were already covering his cheeks.

"Mo Chen." Yiyi rushed out of the bushes, and Xiao Hei stood there blankly with his mouth covered, two tears on his cheeks.

The red cloth rushed forward with an arrow step and hugged the fallen Mo Chen. Mo Chen's blood stained the long skirt of the red robe.

The red-clothed head lay on Mo Chen's shoulder and wept silently, and Yiyi stopped and stood there.

The sun shone obliquely through the window and on the woman's red dress. Holding Mo Chen's hand, his cheek was lightly touched, looking at Mo Chen's cheek, there was a faint flush on his little face. Although Mo Chen had been in a coma for five days, his calm and gentle breath and increasingly ruddy face made people feel like he was sleeping.

The faint smile on the charming face suddenly stiffened, and a little sadness welled up in my heart. Although Mo Chen has been unconscious, he has been able to feed Mo Chen through feeding in the past few days. For a few days, Hongyi has been taking care of Mo Chen, and Yiyi rarely has the opportunity to come.

Hongyi put down Mo Chen's hand and prepared to get the medicinal soup on the table. Mo Chen suddenly grabbed Hongyi's wrist, shook his head lightly, and sweat continued to appear on his cheeks: "Don't, don't go." ”

Hongyi sat beside the bed and took out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears on Mo Chen's cheeks. Mo Chen suddenly got up and hugged the delicate body of the red cloth. Hongyi's body stiffened by this sudden suddenness, and then slowly softened, and he wrapped his hands around Mo Chen's back: "I won't go." ”

In the crack of the door was a familiar face, the cyan dress was ahead of the threshold of the body, and the fingers made a few marks on the door frame, Yiyi closed the door silently and left alone.

"He's awake." Red-clothed walked behind Yiyi and said softly. Yiyi's hand holding the jade flute suddenly paused: "Oh." ”

"Aren't you going to take a look?"

"Nope." Yiyi took the jade flute and carefully studied its lines.

A faint smile appeared on the cheeks of the clear heart, and the red lips touched the coldness of those kinds.

The charming sound of the flute is like a light wine, intoxicating the heart.