When the painting boat docked, Xie Zhao and Yao Lin were greeted by a Taoist who pursed his lips tightly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info He held the sword in both hands, and his body exuded this cold sword aura, and the corners of his robe fluttered in the wind. The light shone on his face with an invisible coercion.

Yao Lin looked at the man standing on the shore, and hesitation flashed in his eyes. Indeterminate openings. "You...... Be...... "He said the name ......of the man he remembered.

Lou Luan's face was expressionless, but he bowed his head lightly to Yao Lin, acquiescing to this title. "Brother Yao Lin, I haven't seen you for many years." With that, he turned his gaze to Xie Zhao, and his eyes were dark.

"Xie Zhao, follow me." Without waiting for Xie Zhao to react, he took the woman's hand. He strode away with the woman.

"Let go of me."

"Don't let go."

His hand gripped Xie Zhao's hand tightly, and he refused to let go no matter how Xie Zhao struggled. Yao Lin looked at the back of Xie Zhao and Lou Luan leaving, there was darkness in his eyes, and he stood in a daze for a long time, until the darkness in his eyes receded and he regained an obsessive gaze.

Lou Luan dragged Xie Zhao for a long time, until the surrounding tourists turned from tourists walking in pairs to a lush and inaccessible forest. He finally let go of Xie Zhao's hand.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Xie Zhao frowned slightly and looked at the inexplicable Lou Luan, Lou Luan in this time cycle should not have the memory of holding hands.

Lou Luan looked at Xie Zhao, his eyes were dark, her eyes were clear amber, and his figure was reflected in them, and he spoke slowly, his voice suppressed pain, low and intoxicating. "I saw it, through those broken memories. I saw the war and you ......"

Xie Zhao lost his mind slightly. She took half a step back, her lips slightly open. A glimmer of pain flashed in his eyes. With her mouth open, she tried to organize the language, but couldn't speak.

"I owe you a cause and effect."

"So what?" Finally, Xie Zhao found her voice, and she heard herself say this. The voice is soft.

"I'm ......" Lou Luan paused for a moment, and after a long silence, he spoke, his voice very soft. I thought about this cause and effect. ”

Xie Zhao lowered her head slightly, closed her amber eyes, and even though there was pain in her heart, she still kept her voice as always. "What are you going to do?"

"I want to be with you. Your obsession was born because of my departure in the previous life, because of the cruelty of the war, and because of the sin you carried, then I will be with you, but the obsession in your heart will be gone, and all the scars in your heart will be healed. I'm Lou Luan, not Murong Yao, but I still like you, not because of the memories of the past. It's just that I'm attracted to you, and although I've struggled, I can't deceive myself anymore. ”

Lou Luan's words made Xie Zhao couldn't help but open his eyes. She looked at the man in front of her and said in confirmation. "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know exactly what I'm talking about, who I am, who the person in front of me is, and what the consequences of my doing are what the consequences are." Through those dark eyes, Xie Zhao saw full of seriousness. Even if he forgets everything, he will be attracted to her as soon as he meets her, and then fall in love with her. and then entangled for a lifetime, this is their fate. So in the past, Jingyun made a bet with her not to meet him.

"I see, let's be together. Only, I hope you don't regret what you said today. Xie Zhao raised his head and looked at Lou Luan, with a shallow smile on his face, and his smile was bright and moving.

Lou Luan couldn't help but lean down and lightly dropped a kiss on Xie Zhao's forehead. Then the girl grabbed him by the collar and kissed him on the lips. Pry open his teeth and drive straight in. The breaths are intertwined. I don't know when, the posture of pulling the other party's collar has changed to hugging his back, tightly grasping the blue and white robe. The hand holding the sword caressed the woman's back little by little, as if to soothe the person in his arms, kissing each other, falling into confusion. When this deep kiss ended, Xie Zhao licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, because her breath was a little messy from the deep kiss just now, a faint flush appeared on both sides of her cheeks, and her lips were even more congested because of kissing and biting. The clothes were a little messy, and the smooth neck was exposed, as if tempting the young man in front of him to bite down.

Looking at Lou Luan, who was also messy and had a crimson face in front of him, Xie Zhao showed a smug smile on his face. In exchange, the young man leaned down and kissed again, only this time the kiss fell on her neck.

First a gentle kiss, then a licking and biting, Xie Zhaoben didn't care until the pain came. Because of the unconscious sound of pain, she finally realized what the young man in front of her had done.

"Let go of me, Lou Luan."

After another heavy bite, Lou Luan let go of the woman's neck, looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and his tightly pursed lips rose slightly.

"You ......" covered her neck and took a few steps back, Xie Zhao's eyes showed accusations, she didn't believe that the man in front of her would make such a move. It's just ......

"I've wanted to do this for a long, long time." Lou Luan's eyes are dark and deep, and they carry deep affection, possession and persistence. approached Xie Zhao step by step, until Xie Zhao had nowhere to retreat, and his back was against the tree.

"Let's get married, Xiao Zhao. Isn't this red dress of yours for me? The foreheads pressed together, and the breaths overlapped again.

Tightly straightening his back, tilting his head slightly, Lou Luan in front of him was surrounded by an invisible sense of danger for some reason. Obviously, as long as she draws her sword, this young man in front of her is definitely not her opponent. And just through the blood, she already knows how to break the shackles.

As long as......

Tomorrow, today it's good to indulge yourself a little, to indulge yourself in such an illusory reincarnation.

The afternoon sun is warmly sprinkled on people's bodies, coated with a layer of light golden light, and the wind gently blows, bringing a cool feeling. The rustling of leaves, the occasional drop of leaves, and the occasional sound of birdsong in the forest.

"Let's go to Tiger Roaring Village."

"Hmm."

All this fell into the eyes of one person. He was dressed in a black robe, and his face was hidden under the black robe. In front of him was a chessboard with a game of chess. Not far from him lay a coffin. There was a man lying quietly inside, a faint heartbeat came from the man's heart, and black gas was swirling around him, if Xie Zhao saw her, he would definitely recognize who the man in the coffin was. Lou Luan fainted next to the coffin with a pale face, and a cut was made on his wrist, although it had scabbed over at this time, it still looked hideous.

The black-robed man stretched out his hand from the robe, a pair of clean and powerful hands, and a thin callus could be faintly seen on the hands. The man under the black robe was a man who held a weapon all year round. He took out a white piece from the chess box in front of him, gently played it on the remnant chess, and then took out a black piece from the chess box and threw it on the chessboard.

"Xie Zhao, when will you break the shackles of infinite reincarnation and come here?" He couldn't help but murmur. His voice was low and hoarse, like that of an old man on the verge of death.

The sunlight shone into the room through the window, and Lou Luan, who was unconscious at this time, frowned and slowly opened his eyes. At first, his vision was blurry, and then it took a long time for him to see everything around him clearly.

The black-robed man turned his head to look at Lou Luan with interest? The corners of his mouth slowly curled under the black hood.

"You're awake."

"What exactly is your purpose?" Lou Luan, who had recovered his consciousness, was weak, but his body still exuded a cold aura. He looked at the black-robed man with an aggressive gaze.

"Me...... It's just a matter of following the destiny of heaven. The black-robed man let out a strange creaking laugh, and the laughter was as ugly as sawing wood. After laughing enough, he looked at Lou Luan and spoke again.

"This continent has decayed and twisted, and it is time to put an end to this corrupt world. A new world awaits us. Do you want to join us? He invited Lou Luan.

Lou Luan frowned. "Nonsense."

"That's because you haven't seen the nature of this world, and if I did, I would join us." As he spoke, the black-robed man took off his hood, and under the hood was a middle-aged man. His face was resolute and weather-beaten, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes after the darkest in the world. He looked at Lou Luan's face, frowned, and thought for a while.

"I always feel like I've seen you somewhere."

Lou Luan looked at the middle-aged man with his eyes open, and after hearing his words, he thought of the man Lou Xiyan said that would burn his soul for a moment. With a shudder in his voice, he asked. "You...... Isn't it, it has ignited someone's soul. ”

"You say that, is there really one?" The middle-aged man thought about it and said in a light tone, but his voice was too hoarse and low, and it sounded eerie and terrifying.

"It's you......" Lou Luan gritted his teeth.

He came after the tragedy of Jing Nanlou's house, so the person in front of him was the one who ignited his brother's soul or his companion.

The middle-aged man looked at Lou Luan, with a look of sudden realization on his face. "Are you the boy's brother? No wonder I feel something familiar. It's been ten years now, and the boy is dead. There was a disregard for life in his tone, as if he was standing tall above and looking down at an ant.

Lou Luan wanted to hold Ming Yuan, but the fingers of his right hand would feel a sharp pain even if he moved. The wound on the wrist, even if it was scabbed, was still too deep after all.

Ming Yuan in his hand fell to the ground weakly, and the wound was broken open again. Blood snaked down, staining the blue and white robes. Because of excessive blood loss, his eyes began to darken, and Lou Luan, who had finally woken up for a long time, fell into a coma again.

With a sneer, the black-robed middle-aged man continued to play the remnants of his hand.

What should he do after this game of chess?

Xie Zhao, come quickly......

I'm running out of patience for the wait.