Zhong Zhen suddenly understood that her name may have been Zhong Zhen and Zhong Zhen at the beginning, no matter which word Yao Niang used at the beginning, the old neighbors over there in Xicheng in the old days only knew the pronunciation. "Le" Wen "Xiao" said|

This "Jane" was given to her by her grandmother.

An ordinary word, but it contains infinite love.

Just like Murong Jiujin, Lu Bajin and Qiu Bali, they have their parents' love and expectations for them.

I didn't become a great hero, but I didn't become a terrible person!

She couldn't say a word anymore, and the blood in her abdomen kept gushing out and staining her clothes. Zhong Zhen didn't want to vomit blood so much, but she couldn't close her lips, so she could only leave her body by the blood surge, as if she couldn't flow enough.

Ah, it seems to be a little cold.

The red bead string given by Monk Huiyan has been worn, Zhong Zhen regretted it a little, but he was afraid of damaging it and put it in the storage ring. Otherwise, the string of beads is so warm, even if it is dead, it will definitely not feel cold.

At the moment, I don't have the strength to take it out.

But I don't know if he woke up, after so many years, he should also wake up. Will his brain be broken, and will he remember me in the future?

Zhong Zhen's mind kept thinking about those messy fragments.

Why did Zhu Ziling trick me into eating Tianxiang Mandarin Duck Pill, was he afraid that I would never go back once I left, and would no longer pay attention to him? It's hard to guess what this man is thinking.

Dugu Pocheng, if you can come out of the mirror, but you can't find me, well, I'm sorry, go first, don't mind.

In the end, she didn't fall to her death. Even having said many last words in his mind in this short moment, Zhong Zhen suddenly found that his hair was violently grabbed in his hands.

Yuanwu Old Ancestor grabbed Zhong Zhen's hair that had not been broken much, and his hands were like eagle claws with great force. Not only did she pull off a large handful of hair, but she almost ripped off her scalp.

The body has already endured too much severe pain, and it has entered the bone marrow, and I don't care about such a star. She lowered her eyelids, silently waiting for the opportunity, and suddenly noticed that a person was flying not far away. Unable to raise her head, Zhong Zhen only saw the hem of the cyan gown. On his feet were a pair of very simple old black boots.

She was very familiar with this dress, and she had seen it many times in the Firmament Sword Sect over the years. It is Mu Qingsong, who is the grace of half a teacher. It's probably because there is a green character in this person's name, so he has always worn a green shirt, Zhong Zhen thought to himself.

Mu Qingsong, he's here to collect the corpse!

"Ancestor"

"What are you going to do. Save people? Haha, who in the world can save the person I want to kill. If it weren't for the special identity of your most sect, you would have offended me many times, and it would not be easy to live until now. Yuan Wu's original voice was rough, but at the moment it seemed cold and sharp, with a bit of crazy wantonness.

She's not dead yet! Mu Qingsong saw Zhong Zhen falling straight into the clouds, thinking that she was dead, and there was an unspeakable pain and relief in his heart. At this moment, I heard that she was still alive. I can't help but give birth to the last glimmer of hope.

However, the Yuan Wu in front of him was completely different from the coercive and self-controlled person of the sect, who had been eroded by the Yin Qi. I was half-insane.

Stay any longer, maybe the next moment he'll swing his sword at himself.

Yuanwu is an unattainable mountain, Mu Qingsong feels that there is no possibility of defeating this person at this time, maybe one day he can defeat him, but that is in the future.

Yuanwu, the seemingly majestic mountain, may have one day to cross, and there is another mountain in his heart that cannot be climbed.

It is the choice of morality in human nature. It is still the responsibility of a disciple of a sect to obey all the rules of this sect. This inner mountain is even longer. Stretching his pain for a long, long time.

As if he understood what Mu Qingsong was thinking, Yuan Wu glanced at him contemptuously, and said with a wild laugh: "You people from the Heart Sword faction just have a lot of things. If you don't have the strength, don't try to change the rules of this world, I wait for you to catch up, but I don't believe that you have that day. Your Dao heart is wrong, the sword is a hoodoo, the front end is sharp, there are double blades on both sides, and you are born to kill. The way of sword cultivation is the way of ruthless killing, and sooner or later you will all die on that damn pedantic path. ”

He threw his head back and laughed, a sharp and piercing laugh, as if a demon was crying bitterly, piercing people's ears.

Yuan Wu looked down on these people with swords.

Everyone says that if you kill too many people, you will have demons, but the demons have nothing to do with him. If a person can push his beloved into the mouth of the devil and live freely, where is there still a demon.

Pulling Zhong Zhen's hair, Yuan Wu galloped into the distance, the hem of the colorful brocade robe stretched long and flew in the wind. If it weren't for the loud shouts before, there would have been some fairy aura.

After flying for a while, Yuanwu Old Ancestor stopped in mid-air, and took out the long sword very thoughtfully and let Zhong Zhen lie on it.

"The bones in your body are broken, and there is no aura left, is there any other trick you can use? Hand over the map of the mountains and rivers of Qiankun, and I will let you die a happy death. If not, I will draw out your primordial spirit, light a primordial lamp, and let you suffer the pain of a thousand cuts. ”

The Qiankun Mountains and Rivers Map is a spiritual treasure, but it is very ribbed, and it is not a big thing. But it was his treasure, and it had to be returned.

This demon cultivator is so fateful that he is not even dead.

In the future, I will find a beautiful little girl doll with good spiritual roots, and then give her the Qiankun mountains and rivers. Maybe you have to find a teardrop for the new child to wear. He likes to see the girl with sadness and resentment, even the sorrow brought by a bead is so touching.

The life of an immortal cultivator is ruthless and unrighteous. Nothing is immortal, and most of everything in this world is a continuation of what was lost from falsehood.

The tone is very gentle, Yuanwu Ancestor seems to be like a young man who has just fallen in love, and the person in front of him is the little sister he once admired.

"How did Cicada die, don't tell me that she was really burned to death unintentionally because of the fight between two spirit beasts. You are not an ordinary demon cultivator, you are a hundred times more shrewd than Changkong. A few words may deceive others, but I am not an ordinary person, and I have seen many cunning people. How do you get her life and soul magic weapon? It's rare for me to be curious, don't test my patience. ”

I didn't intend to be able to deceive you, even if most of the words are true, but when the Bingqing Fairy is dead, there must be a few people to accompany the funeral, whether it is Bu Qingluo or me, you will not let it go. From the first time Zhong Zhen saw Yuan Wu, he felt the killing intent from his body.

She opened her mouth and let out two "ho-ho" sounds, and blood gushed out like a spring.

"So you can't talk anymore, oh, I seem to have hurt you so badly, I'm really sorry." A gentle smile suddenly appeared on the face of the Yuanwu Old Ancestor, and it looked extremely strange on a face that had maintained its majesty for a long time.

"Your demon cultivator's life is really big, you haven't died like this, you can block my three moves. But I'm not going to heal you, and I'm not going to say anything. It doesn't matter how the cicada died. She's too old, too old to smell like a girl. What is a girl like? Seems to be angry, shy but bold, sad for small things, happy for small things. (To be continued.) )>