"When are you leaving?"

King Jiwu had a strange expression on his face. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Liu Huaimeng naturally did not hesitate: "Of course, the sooner the better." ”

"Is the broken island so restless for you? Or am I upsetting you? King Jiwu had a frosty face, "It's good that my sword is fused with the qi of the king tree, if I have no home for this broken island, I might as well kill it." ”

"I can't compare like this, I really don't have any emotions for this broken island, but with you here, I won't forget this place." Liu Huaimeng said lightly.

"People must have roots and then be able to live freely."

"Well, come with me." King Jiwu sighed leisurely, but he didn't let him go, and after a few days, the elder group was in trouble, and with his thoughts, he couldn't keep it.

"Hengzhu can't keep you, you and I will be one after all, I can't bear to kill you, if you leave, if you don't come back, you won't come back." The figure of King Jiwu is very gloomy, from the joy of the birth of the incarnation to the gloom of the back, her emotions are rarely understood.

Liu Huaimeng felt in her heart that if King Jiwu was not a woman, he might be a generation of male masters, and then this identity made her very embarrassed.

But the king is not a day, he can't be a king, and he doesn't want to be this king, his destination has never been the throne, even if he is an incarnation born because of King Jiwu's many obsessions with identity and throne.

"Thorn Island Xuanjue is also thinking about the broken island."

Liu Huai dreamed that the identity of King Jiwu would be exposed in the future, only Thorn Island Xuanjue stood up, and he also had a lot of emotion in his heart, but it was a pity that Thorn Island Xuanjue missaw the changes before and after King Jiwu, and it was the great disaster later.

"If it weren't for that, I would have gotten rid of him!"

King Jiwu glanced at him coldly, she and Xuanjue of Thorn Island have different political views, and have little to do with whether it is a broken island or not, Xuanjue of Thorn Island has been loyal for several generations, and there is no doubt about his loyalty.

He walked slowly, stepping into a secret place.

"This is the early years when I made Xuange, I made an extra boat, and it was to find my father, but I didn't think about it......"

King Jiwu rarely showed a trace of tenderness on his face, but this was only in front of Liu Huaimeng, on weekdays, she had too many things to bear, and she was not allowed to be sentimental.

The place where King Yadi died, Liu Huaimeng may not be able to enter even if he knows about it, and he can only say that he can't do anything about it.

"How many people can this Xuange carry?"

"Ten at most." At that time, King Jiwu was not trying to make a second Xuange, but just to create a means of transportation that could cross the realm, so naturally he didn't want to make it bigger.

Moreover, there were not enough materials at that time.

"Thank you." Liu Huaimeng is sincerely grateful at this time, if he was replaced by someone else, the incarnation that he couldn't control might have been slapped to death.

"No, you don't."

King Jiwu was calm, and the qi of the eight dragons in his body groaned for a long time.

The eight dragons gathered, and the earth shook the mountains.

Xuange was attracted by the king's qi and was about to break out of the mountain.

After half a ring, a small boat broke through the ground and sailed through the sky.

Compared with the broken island Xuange, this boat is not domineering enough, but it is more agile.

"I'll send you this Xuange, I hope you will come back soon." King Jiwu said and drifted away, "Don't forget, you are the king of Broken Island." ”

The broken island is pregnant with the king, Liu Huaimeng travels in the sky, and looks at the whole picture of the killing of the broken island from a distance, and his heart can't help but be in a trance.

People also need roots.

"But before that, let's go and say goodbye to him." Liu Huaimeng sat on the Xuange and broke through the air.

In the silent silent well floating corridor, the wind and snow are all over the sky, the frost covers the surroundings, and in the misty snow, a blue-blue figure slowly walks, with a long sword at the waist and a cold eye.

The body of ice and snow is like a fish in water in the heavy snow, and its speed does not stagnate for half a minute, but increases slightly.

"You haven't been here in ten years."

The voice came out of the floating corridor, with a hint of coldness and loneliness.

Silent for a hundred years, the corridor is like a deep well, ringing the original heart to ask, snow-white hair, fluttering pale face, eyes to a mouth of ink like lacquer night sword, under the sword winding a blood, flowing with the long song of the years.

The silent well floating corridor is sealed with a snow mystery of the Tower of Mercy Light, which traps a person, a sword, and a love in the mystery.

And a hundred years later, he is still the same as a hundred years ago, and has not changed with the years.

Freeze your surroundings and freeze yourself.

As Liu Huaimeng said when he first met Yin Wuxian, this person is too stupid and stupid.

"I'm leaving."

The encounter with the Death Innocence was because of a sword.

Intersecting with the unharmed, it is also a sword.

Pouring snow, the sword that constitutes one of Liu Huaimeng's bodies, is also a token given by the deer to King Yadi.

It's just that today, there is only a wisp of thought.

The ruthless sword, the dedicated swordsman, lying in the snow, I don't know if the swordsman is trapped in the snow, or trapped by the long thoughts in the snow.

The two have been friends for more than a hundred years, but parting seems to be calm and terrible.

"There's no need to tell me." He sat and lay down without injury, looking at the gray snow and mist, and his eyes were foggy.

The arrival of the swordsman made this unfluctuating state of mind appear again twists and turns, and the memories of those times in my mind came back to my heart.

Yin Wuxian has a little more popularity, and there is also a little more longing in his eyes.

His eyes finally fell on Liu Huaimeng, and there was a hint of sadness on his face.

"Broken Island's wine, do you want to drink it?"

Drink all you can today, when will we see you again in the future?

Yin Wuxian took a bottle, on weekdays, he doesn't drink the wine of the broken island.

The two were speechless, one was unwilling, the other was silent, and after drinking a few minutes, an uninvited guest came in the snow curtain.

"It's time for me to leave." Sensing the breath of the arrival, Liu Huaimeng sighed softly, but this party was shorter.

But he didn't hesitate to summon the Xuange hidden in his body.

Then, stepping on the Xuange, although the speed was slow, but under the urging of the inner element, the speed was a few minutes faster in an instant, penetrating the spatial barrier in an instant, and entering the endless void.

"Is that guy here?" Purple-clothed and black-haired, holding an incense bucket in his hand, with a faint fragrance on his body, but it was difficult to hide his bloody atmosphere.

Two bottles of wine on the snow, the mouth of the bottle is still warm.

The bottles of the wine were tilted, the wine seeped into the snow, and two bottles of good wine from the broken island spilled into the snow, exuding a burst of fragrance.

"Can I confirm from my mouth that it will make you a little more happy?" Then he sat up without injury, the sword broke through his fingertips, and the red blood flowed down from the sword body.

The sword of blood has never been cut off for many years.

The unclothed master Yin was silent for a long time, sighed lightly, and came one step too late.

He didn't say much, and when he saw that he couldn't see the king of the broken island, he left the silent well floating corridor.

Xuange was drifting in the vast void, and Liu Huaimeng was not in a hurry to use the inner element to urge, but to observe the surroundings.

Perhaps, in the void, you can meet the space where King Yadi is.

After drifting like this for a long time, many spatial passages gradually appeared.

"This is the passage to the Fire House Buddha Prison."

There were bursts of strange demonic aura coming out of the passage, and this breath should be the Fire House Buddha Prison.

"It seems to be in the right direction." Liu Huaimeng said secretly in his heart.