The maple leaf fell gently, waving thousands of red rays, and the black-robed man waved his hand casually, and those red rays instantly pierced Su Qianruo's body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Su Qianruo listened to his voice, looking greedily at his slowly lowered face, as if she had been reincarnated for several lifetimes, she finally passed through thousands of rivers and mountains and returned to him.

Even if it was enough to say goodbye, tears clotted with the blood splashed before closing their eyes. A full maple leaf fell and fell on her eyelids, covering her smiling face.

The black-robed man turned and disappeared, never to be seen again. In the wind, there was a cold voice.

"Mortals who come to Kunwu can only die and not return. Stupid woman! ”

There is no sunrise and sunset, no moon or stars in this world, everything here is eternal.

Red clouds, yellow earth, black mountains, silver solidified fog in the middle of the mountain.

He always likes to stand on the top of the mountain and look at the sky, but he doesn't know what he is looking at.

The woman down the hill had been reduced to a lifeless corpse, and he finally felt something was in the way, and wanted to break her apart with a wave of his sleeve.

Maybe it was because of loneliness, maybe it was because of boredom, he suddenly became curious, wanting to see what the first mortal to enter Kunwu, the land of Returning to the Void, looked like in the past 100,000 years.

He slowly walked down Kungo step by step, slowly approaching her.

Gently lifted the maple leaf, and saw a small face, delicate moth eyebrows, long eyelashes, small nose, but the lip color was unusually red, like a ripe cherry, although she was dead, but her lips were as bright as if they had just been coated with lip grease, and with a strange fragrance.

"No, it's the smell of the flower on the other side! Why can I smell this smell? The man's voice was cold and indifferent, even if it was confused, there was not the slightest fluctuation of emotion.

The fragrance of the flowers on the other side slowly dissipated, and the man suddenly stared and shouted, "Bold, you actually invaded my Divine Soul World!" Look for death! ”

He sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and entered the world of spirits.

At first glance, he saw the woman sitting on the Qinglong Stone, she looked exactly like the corpse, her black hair was gently tied with a tender yellow ribbon, hanging softly behind her back, her small and fair face bloomed with a slight smile, her long eyelashes trembled gently, and her black crystal-like eyes turned dexterously, bright as a pool of clear pools.

It turned out that when she opened her eyes, it turned out to be like this.

The light and shadow cast and melted into her eyes, swaying with a sparkle of broken silver.

She lightly lifted her lips and said softly, "You're back?" ”

The man raised his sleeves, a black light flashed, and the woman in front of him was instantly cut into pieces and instantly turned into nothing.

He also put his sword into the sheath, gently flicked the cuffs that had been crumpled by drawing the sword to return the sword, and said expressionlessly: "I don't measure my strength, I have a little obsession, and I dare to mess with my soul and cut it clean." ”

He had slashed her three times in a row, but each time, when he remembered the scent, she would appear in his spirit.

On the fourth occasion he saw her standing in a vine-covered valley with a brook, and she leaned against the bank of the white stream, embroidered with a black man's robe embroidered with embroidery thread.

The robe looked exactly like the one he was wearing, and his raised hand suddenly paused, and his gaze involuntarily looked at her fingers.

The fingers, red and swollen from the silk threads, kept embroidering, and a row of familiar water patterns slowly appeared on the corners of the robe.

He withdrew his gaze and gently stroked the water streak on his cuff, and he quickly raised his sword again, slashing her in anger.

"In just four days, I can already mess with my eyes, what kind of demon is this?"

The fifth time I saw her, she was dancing in the moonlight.

On her right wrist, she wore a bracelet with a silver lotus pattern, which gently slid over her snow-white skin as she moved, changing positions.

She spun around as if no one was around, and without saying a word to him, she spun faster and faster, as fast as the sound of wind and thunder, and this time, she disappeared by herself.

What remained in place was only a simple silver hairpin with a silver lotus pattern, and two green silk were wrapped around the hairpin.

He picked up the hairpin and said indifferently: "See what trick you want to play?" ”

On the sixth day, he entered the Divine Soul World early and stayed on top of the valley.

She came late, her steps became slower and slower, and it seemed that with each step she shivered with pain, and by the time she reached the brook, the blood had soaked her shirt, and she stood in the wind, sighed softly, removed her clothes, and jumped into the stream.

She scooped up the water and slowly washed herself.

The moonlight sprinkled a clear glow on her body, and the fine silver light slowly flowed on her body.

He didn't remember that there was night and sun and moon in his spirit world. It must have been brought in from her memory.

Maybe she thinks that such a night, such a moon, and such a gesture may be able to tempt him, right?

Is that what she really intended?

He slowly landed behind her, his fingers running through her hair, caressing her earlobe.

She shuddered, as if startled.

But she didn't mean to refuse.

"If you think you can tempt me, I'll give you a chance."

She slowly bloomed in his arms, like a rose that bears the first rain and dew, blooming in the most beautiful moonlight.

It turns out that a woman's body tastes like this.

"I've tasted it, but that's it." He beheaded her again.

On the seventh day, he no longer looked beyond the red clouds, but wiped the ink-iron giant sword, and he found that the blade of the sword was stained with the smell of human blood.

That night, she fished fish from the stream and roasted it for him.

He looked at her sideways, and through the light shirt, the bruises on the white were still not dissipated, like strange formations. He dropped the fish and strode over to her, pushing her against the stone.

Her eyes were slightly red when she was emotional, and knowing that he was watching her closely, she would want to twist her head and bite her lips tightly to bite those groans so that he wouldn't hear them.

Sweat rolled down her neck and fell downward, and he suddenly lowered his head and sealed her lips.

The smell of the flowers on the other side became clear again.

She cried the moment he leaned over, she trembled, and with the last of her strength she clamped his waist.

"Actually, it feels good, you can stay with me, I won't kill you." He felt a satisfaction he had never felt before.

"Mo Yun, six years ago, I forgot to tell you, I also want to accompany you for thousands of years. I don't regret it..."

Her voice shattered between his lips, and between his arms, it suddenly became nothingness.

"I promise you a thousand years, you give me back!"

Red flowers, yellow earth, blood-colored water, and silver mist, there was a roar.

The grave slowly cracked open. (To be continued.) )