By the pool, Luo Ling opened his teeth and frantically tore at a corpse. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The chest, face, and abdomen of that corpse. Blood gushed out. This seemed to make Lorin even more insane.

Luo Ling pulled out the internal organs of the corpse. Smile at her. Laughing horribly. Her body was cold for a long time, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

"Luo Ling, why did you kill him?" She asked, with a pale face.

She recognized the body. Don't remember a wicked man who was reformed today. She bit her lip and didn't dare to cry out loud. She was afraid of being alarmed.

"Why?" Lorling kicked the body aside. After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, it turned as usual. Said slowly towards her.

"No, why. I'm a demon. By the way, do you know this," Luo Lingyin smiled and spread out the contents of his palm in front of her.

In her heart, she was suddenly shocked. His pupils tightened suddenly, and he choked up and asked, "Luo Ling, the master treats you so well?" Why do you want to break his cultivation? ”

Luo Ling played with the flesh and blood in his hand. Luo Ling's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and a vicious smile appeared on his face, "You are the one who broke his cultivation?" Plainly. Eat something that can be digested. But I'm afraid that I will understand that I will not be able to control it."

Luo Ling's words are heart-wrenching. She closed her lips tightly, tears streaming down.

"I advise you not to follow the master. I think he hates you more than I do. Luo Ling twisted his waist and left.

Her hands hung down at the side of her legs, her fists clenched, and she couldn't remember how she walked back.

She had not slept all night, and as soon as the sky was hazy and the mist was drifting in the air, she got up and walked around. She had to make a choice.

She pondered for a moment. She made a decision. The choice is just a matter of thought. But the result is a lifelong impact. Lorling woke up to see that she was not there.

I thought she must be gone, but who knows, it didn't take long for her to come back. It's just that the look is a little weird.

She was still called by Luo Ling, but when she saw Luo Ling giving the evil fruit to Don't Nian.

"Don't eat it," she roared, dodging the fruit and throwing it out.

Don't chant, "Amitabha." Female benefactor. What are you? ”

"Sister, what's wrong with you? This is what Luo Ling has worked so hard to pick," Luo Ling said, his eyes filled with tears.

"Master, look," Luo Ling spread his hands to Benian. She glanced at her. It is true that there are wounds of varying sizes.

Benian sighed and got up, and walked towards her throwing the evil fruit. A moment later. He took the fruit back.

"Master. It's better to give this evil fruit to my sister to eat. If she eats it, she will love it. Luo Ling laughed.

"Amitabha, the poor monk likes it very much," Benian said, swallowing it in one gulp. Her heart ached.

The three of them were separated by a distance on the streets of Chang'an. In the lively crowd, they still can't resist this cold winter wax moon. Only a few people are walking around under the lights.

This quiet atmosphere made her recapture the lingering memories of these chaotic days. Suddenly, a strong breath struck, and the breath rose into the air.

As the breath became stronger and stronger, it seemed that the entire Chang'an City was filled with this slightly sweet fragrance with warmth, but it was mixed with a trace of desolation.

She noticed that there seemed to be a figure standing upstairs in Chang'an City. It's just that the mist carried by her breath made her a little unable to see. At this moment, she suddenly felt a tall figure beside her.

Curious, she took a look. He was a handsome black-haired man, with slanting sword eyebrows and slender black eyes, a sculpted face with sharp facial features, and a thin and lightly pursed lips on his angular contour.

Slender and tall in a black robe, like an eagle in the night, cold and arrogant but domineering, alone and independent exuding a strong force that dominates the world.

Such a person made her walk to the side in fear. At this time, the figure standing on the Chang'an Tower. The sleeves danced, swaying, and the finch tail folding fan in his hand was slightly flicked. The arms are as soft as bones.

The ribbon dance on the wrist is light. Step by step, the lotus flower makes you worry, and the finch tail fan in her hand waves the love silk. Through the hazy and ethereal, the dancing and flickering enchanting light figures are so unreachable.

"It's a fairy," exclaimed a passerby.

Fairy? Ribbons? She thought to herself. Suddenly exclaimed: It's an immortal.

The dancing figure seemed to hear her. With a dance move, it hits. The fog in front of her had faded. Song Shanning hooked her bewitching lips and smiled.

She suddenly felt a different aura come over her. She looked up. It turned out to be the man next to her. The man's breath was gloomy and cold. She was scared and ran away from her.

Dance and fall in love, and eat souls with a smile.

"Amitabha. It's really a fairy descending to earth" with the admiration of Don't read it, and it overshadowed the faint words.

She looked around, where was the man in black? Could it be that she is delusional?

This hazy aura also slowly dispersed. There was nothing on the castle towers. It was as if they had a brief dream. This dream is forgetful. Dare to feel comfortable in my heart.

She looked at the place where the man had been standing and there was no one.

"Master, is it a dream?" She asked stupidly.

"Remembering dreams," Benian muttered to himself.

"Dreams? Is it a ritual weapon? She asked dumbfounded.

Benian turned his head to look at her with a light smile and said, "It's your name." ”

"My name? It's called Remembrance? Yimeng said happily.

"If you like it," don't say.

Do you like it? Yimeng weighed this sentence in his heart. It was one of the few times in her memory that he didn't call her a benefactor.

Yimeng smiled affectionately, looked at him affectionately, and said, "I like you"

When he saw the bitter look in his eyes, he continued, "You gave me the name."

Don't hang your eyes and say: If the female donor likes it, it's fine.

Since then, she has been accompanying Benian with the name Yimeng. Everything looks so good.

Of course, all of this was before that happened.

"Master, how long will we have to stay in Chang'an before leaving?" Yimeng asked.

"It's coming." Don't read thoughtful words.

Yimeng remembered that it was a snowy day, and few people in the entire Chang'an City were walking in this elegant and quiet fantasyland, and the icy fragrance of the snow made everything sublimated.

The reason why Yimeng walked around the street was because she was looking for Be Nian and Luo Ling. Early in the morning, when she woke up from her dream, the two people were gone, she jumped upstairs in Chang'an City, feeling that the outside of the city seemed to be full of demonic energy, she was stunned in her heart, and dared to go to the place where the demonic energy was located in a panic.

Finally found the two of them in a wood, and at this time, the red blood on Be Nian's head was still staining his clothes red along his neck. And Luo Ling's body on the side was stained with the blood of Benian.

"Haha, you know what? This monk has not forgotten the time when you and her were in turmoil. He also knows. The evil fruit of what he eats every day is the flesh and blood of men, but he still doesn't say anything, and keeps me by his side, ready to influence me. Hahaha, I'm laughing to death, I'm a demon. Luo Ling's words completely drove Yimeng crazy.

Yimeng has only gathered aura around his body, and there are many more grievances than aura in Chang'an City, and he has already absorbed too much resentment when he found out. At this moment, she has changed beyond recognition, and has become a demon even more terrifying than Luo Ling.

Luo Ling and Yimeng's tearing began in an instant, Luo Ling conjured a long blade and swung it, bursting out with dazzling fierce light, but Yimeng didn't hurry to take out the jade flute from his arms. Gather resentment again. At this time, the blue light of the jade flute in his hand had long been contaminated by black gas.

Every time the light of Luo Ling's blade flashed, blood beads sprayed, and blood splattered everywhere. Splash around. Finally, Yimeng blew the jade flute.

When the flute sounded, it was so loud that all the snow on the trees was shaken down, and it was like an avalanche, and the song was miserable and desolate, Luo Ling suddenly felt that all his internal organs were about to be shattered, and Yimeng had already gone mad.

At this time, a purple light struck the rampage, and slowly Luo Ling began to regain consciousness.

"Immortal, what's wrong with you," Yimeng asked as she looked at the injured Song Lanning.

"What I gave you is a magic weapon, and you are very good at using it." Song Taning opened his mouth. There was a red blood flowing from his mouth.

Song Yuning glanced at Luo Ling, who was bleeding to death for a long time, and could only sigh.

"Immortal, please, help, master" Yimeng hugged the dying Benian and cried and begged.

Song Lanning glared at Yimeng, waved the folding fan in his hand at her and said angrily: It's really hard to live. The blood stains of the dream that were hit then shed the snow that stained the body red, which looked shocking.

"Immortal, this is my sin, I am willing to be punished, I only ask you to be a master."

Song Xianning really didn't know that it was the tendon that was twitched, how it was like getting up to give her essence and blood. Now think about it, why does she hate it so much?