The remnant sun is like blood, and the frost like tears has not yet appeared.

In the distance, there are continuous earth, trees and mountains, which are smeared with a hazy red by the setting sun, which seems to be illusory and real, although quiet but strange.

At the foot of the mountain, the simple bamboo weaving house is not easy to be found.

If you look closely, you will feel that this bamboo house looks lonely and abrupt on this whole land.

Chen Liuqi was wearing a gray and white robe and stood in front of the firewood with his hands in his hands, and half of his shadow fell on a large pile of fine and tender yellow wild palm leaves next to the firewood, and there was a cat on the wild palm leaves. The size of a palm, the whole body is fair, with a red rope the size of a little finger tied to his neck, and at the moment he is curled up and "purring" to sleep leisurely.

Staring into the distance, there seemed to be a sound of "rustling" in the distance, Chen Liuqi tilted his head and pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

It was quiet, and there was nothing but the two of them and a white cat, and the sound slowly spread across the empty flat ground. In the blink of an eye, the sky disappeared, and there were many figures on the other side, and they came one after another.

Chen Liuqi didn't look back, and said indifferently to the people in the room: "Someone is here." ”

The sunset suddenly brightened, penetrating through the chaotic bamboo wall, and the green gauze woman in the room happened to fall in the shadow of the wall, looming.

Half a sound didn't answer, just casually bent down to pick up another wild palm leaf in the bamboo basket next to him, and his ten fingers quickly flipped to weave a small gadget, and the tea on the table was still steaming.

The figures are building up, pouring out of the nest, covering the sky and the sun.

Chen Liuqi looked at it, turned around and entered the room, his face expressionless.

Only to hear a small "bang" echo in the quiet room, the woman's fingers stopped blinking but did not look up, and continued to flip her fingers.

The wild palm leaves seemed to be alive, going back and forth between the woman's white fingers.

Chen Liuqi just opened the door and wanted to come in, and a long sword flew into the middle of the firewood, the long sword had a small handle, and the sword body was long and delicate, like a long vertebrae.

As soon as the cold light passed, Chen Liuqi had already fallen down before he could come to the woman.

The woman raised her eyes and frowned, feeling a little annoyed, the thing in her hand was only the last step, but the peaceful life after the escape was disturbed by the visitor.

Chen Liuqi stretched his legs with difficulty, his body twitched a few times, and slowly stretched out his left hand, blood was dripping from his fingertips, "tick-tock", warm like freshly brewed tea on the table.

It's just that this tea is crimson!

The woman reached for it, and a drop of blood landed right on her fingertip.

Chen Liuqi was dead, but she didn't feel half murderous around her.

The green yarn is flying, standing in front of the door, the cold wind on the left and right, hiding the sunset.

"I've been hiding for three years, and you've still found it."

The woman said lightly, expressionless.

No one answered her, and there was silence underneath, and there was no edge in sight of the black pressure.

The person prostrate on the ground is like a sculpture, silent.

As if there was no one, she asked again: "If you kill the sixth or seventh master, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" ”

The voice was colder, but the people on the ground still didn't move.

In the middle of the sound, a person crawling at her feet replied calmly and seriously: "Around the bamboo house, Concubine Shu Niangniang, you have set up an enchantment to protect yourself, and blind approaching with skills like a slave will definitely be scattered." ”

"I haven't seen you for a few years, and it looks like you've improved a lot!"

The woman suddenly laughed at herself, a rare gentleness.

"Even so, I'm going to kill you!"

After thinking about it, his tone softened a little more, and he gently persuaded with a little discussion and pleading: "Ants are still stealing life, let alone people? Why do you bother like this, why don't you let me go?"

"The mission delivered by Childe has not been completed, and the slave does not dare to die!" The prostrate man interrupted the woman's words, wanting to raise her head but not daring.

The people on the ground interrupted the woman's words, and they were afraid that the woman would be angry and would not be able to complete the mission delivered by Gongzi Kang'an, so he buried his head and smiled slightly, became confident, and said: "The slave has served Concubine Shu for many years, if you don't open the killing ring, you won't be able to come out and meet the slave!" ”

"But you betrayed me after all!" The woman smiled coldly, and a fierce light suddenly appeared on her originally quiet face.

The people on the ground were still prostrate on the ground, without any explanation, and the woman suddenly lost her patience, and the cold voice pierced everyone's body.

"After three years of practice, the Soul Locking Needle has become a form, and now you have disturbed my retreat, let you taste this taste first!"

The soul locking needle can lock the soul of all things.

The nails are long and short, as thin as a hair, and at first glance they are invisible.

Chill and freeze the earth; Angry and red, burn the Three Realms.

Touched, all things disappear into intangible.

Life after life, the Three Realms are not collected, and the Six Realms do not exist.

Eighty-nine stitches were fired at random, and the woman seemed so careless, only the person who was trembling and kneeling on the ground suddenly felt that he was kneeling on the thousand-year-old ice.

In an instant, I only felt that many people had disappeared around me, definitely more than eighty-nine!!

No one dared to raise his head, and no one dared to speak.

The person who knelt on the ground under the black pressure was wearing armor and the cold light, which froze the sky and the earth, but it was not as good as the eighty-nine soul locking needles.

The woman smiled bitterly and snorted, and there was a half-silence before she looked up.

She deliberately spared the life of the person who was crawling at her feet, and now that she was still silent, she couldn't help frowning, and she had no patience.

With a flick of the fingers, a white light flashed.

At that moment, a white face like a crescent moon suddenly lifted, and there was no fear in his eyes, but respectful obedience, and the stubbornness that regarded death as home.

"Concubine Shu, the son has been waiting for you to come back"

Like a breeze blowing, before the words fell, the person had dissipated before he could crawl to the ground, and he didn't feel the slightest pain in his body at the moment of dissipation.

In the blink of an eye, the corners of his lips smiled, and he was satisfied.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" The woman lowered her eyebrows, in a trance.

"As long as Concubine Shu is willing to go back, what about the fate of thousands of ants?"

Qi Qi's voice resounded in the sky, and at that moment, the half-round sunset on the horizon was so frightened that he hid in the clouds.

When the woman heard this, she was silent for a while, recalling the past.

"Double Butterfly, do you believe in three lives and three lives?"

"I believe it."

"Why?"

"Because I believe in you!"

The night was as deep as a ghost, and the woman in Tsing Yi was shy and lowered her eyebrows.

Her hair flutters like a waterfall, and her delicate face is red like a peach blossom.

Looking up at the stars, Zhu Kangan, who was mentally arithmetic, heard this, tilted his head and pursed his lips and smiled.

The corners of the lips are hooked, and the three thousand beauties are matched.

Then, the willow moved with the people, and the spring was beautiful

Li Shuangdie's cheeks quietly blushed after thinking about it, her eyes flowed, and she looked forward to it.

After a long groan, he remembered Zhu Kangan's various things about himself, and his heart was cold again.

With a flick of his fingertips, a raging fire ignited on the bamboo door behind him.

In the blink of an eye, the woman in Tsing Yi disappeared, and I don't know where she went

The moonlight that filled the courtyard was like a thin veil spread on the ground, quiet and flawless.

Zhu Kangan sat on the big stone under the moonlight tree, his face was calm but restless, and the Chen ghost in front of him lowered his eyebrows and covered a large area of moonlight.

Next to his lap, a white cat, the size of a palm, was well-behaved and docile, looking up at them and stopping.

There was a half-loud silence, Ghost Chen had no choice but to take Zhu Kangan, and after thinking about it, he also sat on the big stone, and the white cat saw Ghost Chen sit down and entered his arms.

Ghost Chen lowered his head and stroked the white cat Ruxue's body, but did not look at him, his voice was hoarse and sad.

"Childe Kang'an, do you want to go even if you know the result?"

Zhu Kangan looked at him for the first time tonight, and his eyes were reluctant, and he lowered his head again in the middle of the sound and couldn't hide his helplessness.

"It's fate, Ghost Chen, I love her, and I can't help it, but I just suffer you and Cheng Yun"

Zhu Kang paused for a while, then looked at the white cat in Ghost Chen's arms, and his tone was very apologetic.

"And this white cat."

"Alas, a qiē is fate."

"You have been with me for so many years, and you have worked so hard to find me, Ghost Chen, do you regret it?"

Zhu Kangan's tone was tender, but it was a pity that providence made people.

"No regrets!"

Ghost Chen's tone was affirmative, and he smiled faintly.

"In the next life, we are still good brothers and will never lose each other!"

Ghost Chen swore an oath, Zhu Kangan smiled, and looked at the moonlight in the courtyard and talked to himself calmly and melancholy.

"I don't know if I have an afterlife"

"Yes, there must be!"

Ghost Chen interrupted him with great certainty, and continued: "If you call me a ghost immortal, then I can protect your soul for the rest of the world. ”

"Ghost Chen, can I change her life and her?"

"Perhaps, but you'll be glad you won't be able to, I mean you're going to pay a lot to bring her back!"

"And what price does she need?"

Zhu Kangan hurriedly asked, he would only worry about Li Shuangdie.

Ghost Chen wanted to speak and stopped, and only replied in the middle of a sound: "You will know this later, whether you can be together or control it is in her hands!" ”

"Double Butterfly"

Zhu Kangan muttered to himself, speechless.

"Childe Kang'an, let your relationship end in this life, you all love too hard, besides her"

"Unless I am destroyed, I will never give up for the rest of my life!"

Zhu Kangan interrupted what Ghost Chen wanted to say next, and Ghost Chen sighed deeply, also helpless.

"The white cat doesn't drink Meng Po soup for nine lives, you will suffer the pain of soul tearing if you live according to it, it is it that loses its life, but the person who suffers is you!"

Ghost Chen stared at the white cat in his arms, his long hair covering his cheeks, he knew that he couldn't persuade Zhu Kangan to go back, and he couldn't bear to let Zhu Kangan see his sad eyes.

"I know, tomorrow, you wait for me and her at the bottom of the cliff, I would rather lose the world than her!"

Zhu Kangan looked at the vast night sky, and tonight may be the last time he looks at this sky.

In the middle of the ring, Ghost Chen was speechless, and Zhu Kangan couldn't bear to look back, because he was also afraid of seeing Ghost Chen shed tears for him.

"Ghost Chen, I hope we can see each other again in a thousand years, and then we will have a good time."

Zhu Kangan's distant voice came, knocking on Ghost Chen's heart, Ghost Chen didn't look up again, and his hoarse voice couldn't say a word.

When the sun set the next day, Zhu Kangan held Li Shuangdie's body and jumped off the cliff without hesitation.

After January, the country was bloodstained, and the emperor changed his name! (To be continued.) )