Why is it that now that she has found her relatives and is far away from the palace, she still feels desolate when she dreams back in the middle of the night. The war-torn battlefield in her dream, the depressed and lonely city tower, and the blood-stained red dress, all of which did not wake her up in the middle of the night.

Pick up the cloak on the side and drape it lightly over your shoulders to shield yourself from some of the cold. Pushing open the door of the attic, I stood in the hallway and watched the raindrops falling rapidly in the sky, and the clean bluestone floor that had been washed away by the heavy rain under the shadow of lightning.

Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded, accompanied by a lightning bolt falling from the sky piercing the air, and the night was as bright as day for a moment.

Gu Hua Fan stared at the depths of the dense forest with his eyes wide open, took a step back in disbelief, ran back to the house, picked up a purple jade tassel sword quietly placed in the center of the living room, and rushed into the pouring rain quickly.

In the depths of the dense forest, dozens of black-clothed men like dark night Shura were holding sharp blades in their hands at this moment, walking towards a bright yellow figure in front of them. The bloodthirsty eyes of the crowd are like emotionless machines, only killing.

And the bright yellow figure, holding the sword in his hand, was already stained with blood, and slowly retreated step by step.

The thunder accompanied by lightning pierced the sky again, and the light shone on the face of the man with a bright yellow figure, with slightly white sideburns and calm and wise eyes, it was Emperor Chunyuan.

At this moment, he did not have the slightest panic, and there was only indifferent composure in his eyes, as if he was not facing a group of dead soldiers who killed people without blinking.

Exiting a distance, Emperor Chunyuan looked at the familiar and unfamiliar surroundings in front of him, and a trace of something crossed in his heart, but he couldn't grasp it.

Suddenly, the group of black-clothed dead soldiers stepped forward quickly, and they pressed on Emperor Chunyuan, and they were in a battle for a while.

Swords and swords and shadows intertwined in the dark night, and a pair of bloodthirsty eyes stared at the prey in front of them, refusing to relax.

An ice-colored sword blocked several sharp blades, but exposed the back, and a sharp blade that shone with cold light was raised high, mixed with the momentum of breaking through the sky, and attacked the back of the Pure Yuan Emperor.

The corners of Emperor Chunyuan's eyes stared fiercely at the light emitted by the cold sword, but he was already lacking in skills.

Suddenly, a purple figure shuttled from the dark night, and a purple jade tassel sword resolutely and steadily, blocking the sharp blade that was about to fall on the back of the Chunyuan Emperor.

The sound of swords clashing harshly sounded in the dark night rain, adding a piercing coldness.

Emperor Chunyuan looked back suddenly, only to see a purple dress, and a thin but firm back reflected in his eyes.

The thunder and lightning reflected the figure, and the outline of the side face in the torrential rain resembled the face carved into the bone marrow in the depths of memory.

Emperor Chunyuan only felt a long-lost emotion, flowing from his eyes into his limbs and into his heart, and once again merging with the feeling in the depths of his memory.

At this moment, it is already a wilderness.

Is that you? After all these years of separation, are you reappearing in my life? Do you know how many reincarnations I have waited for at this moment?

As if the power of the limbs and hundreds of bones was transmitted from the depths of his soul, the Pure Yuan Emperor swept away the several sharp blades that were pressed against his sword with both hands. I wanted to look back, I wanted to see her face carefully, but I suddenly felt that my eyes were dark, and my expression was a little trance, and I was immediately shocked that this feeling was so familiar, just like when he tried to see her clearly, but lost the light.

No! No! How can he experience this feeling of life worse than death and pain again after more than ten years! He is unwilling, unwilling!

But no matter how powerful the consciousness is, it can't resist the fainting that acts on the soul after all, and Emperor Chunyuan's big hand stretched straight out in the direction of the purple-clothed woman, and finally couldn't withstand the darkness and lost consciousness.

The ancient painting fan relied on the taekwondo skills he had learned in his previous life, poured all his skills and moves, and used all his strength to block the deadly sword, when even if he felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, the purple jade tassel sword was almost out of his hand, but how could the current situation allow her to be half timid. Behind is Emperor Chunyuan, the emperor of Cangyang Kingdom, the elder who has always loved her, she can't let it go in public or private.

Holding a sword in both hands, he was about to stab at the man in black again, but he saw that the man in black, who was originally ruthless, suddenly put away his moves, and moved to the side as soon as he dodged.

The other men in black also withdrew their moves and stood quietly.

I was puzzled in my heart, but when I turned my head and saw Emperor Chunyuan fall down, I panicked, exclaimed, and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

was the first to be taken over by a plain figure, and steadily held the fallen body of Emperor Chunyuan.

The ancient painting fan was relieved, but looked at the person suspiciously.

When she saw Master Zhikong and Gu Weikong floating on the side, a thought instantly grew, but she didn't have time to think about what it was. He immediately exclaimed with a joyful smile: "Master, brother, it's really good that you are here!" They, they—"

Finally, he couldn't say any more, Gu Huafan tightly held the hilt of the sword in his hand, looked at the black-clothed people who had stopped around him, and then looked at the expressions of Master Zhikong and Gu Weikong who were frowning tightly, but calm. I finally figured out what was the thought that struck me at that moment

The rain was blowing, lightning and thunder were roaring, and a trace of cold air was eroding her body from all over her limbs, and she suddenly felt so cold.

A sword was held and pointed straight at Gu Weikong and Master Zhikong, but he laughed bitterly.

"Have fun? Have you had a good time with all these days of elaboration? But what is it for? Why! The ancient painting fan roared incoherently. The sound was suppressed by the thunder, but it could not hide the slightest sadness.

Throwing down the sword in his hand, the ancient painting fan turned around and strode into the dark night.

"Little sister!" Gu Weikong hurriedly shouted, and immediately strode after him.

In the same place, dozens of men in black leaned over towards the Sky Stopping Master, and disappeared into the dark night in an instant.

Master Zhikong frowned slightly and looked at the direction where Gu Huafan and Gu Weikong disappeared, and then looked down at the unconscious Emperor Chunyuan, and muttered softly: "Hey! Everything is fate, and nothing is up to anyone. I only hope that the painstaking act of old decay can temporarily relieve the smoke of the year and give an explanation to all the people involved! Sleep, sleep, wait for you to wake up, a qiē will be clear and clear, confused you so much qiē, will suddenly be enlightened - it can be regarded as the old decay to make up for the mistakes of the year! ”

The muttered words were all over the vicissitudes of life, but they were covered by the torrential rain, lightning and thunder, and no one heard them.

I only ran desperately, regardless of the wind and rain, regardless of the darkness, and regardless of a qiē, I ran like this. Giving up all the qiē may be able to suspend the disbelief and pain of oneself at the moment. Her face hurt from the heavy rain falling, but she didn't want to care, and the tips of her fingers pierced her palms fiercely, and her body hurt, maybe her heart didn't hurt so much. (To be continued.) )