(Happy New Year's Day and Happy New Year!) Thank you all for your support to Lianyu in 2015, a new year, a new battle! comeon！ ）

"I'll do it." Feng Qianji's tone was light and light, no different from the past.

Jiu Mingmei was slightly stunned, and the golden phoenix pupils slanted over, realizing that there was a trace of pain in his expression. She thought for a moment, and then said, "Zhong Chishui is extremely cunning, and he really ruined my interest in charcoal-roasting demons." It's better for me to kill her with one blow, and leave her no chance to escape. ”

After that, he will come forward and kill people. A purple shadow suddenly stood in front of her, and she could only hear Feng Qianji with a slight smile, and said slowly but very firmly: "Leave it to me." ”

Feng Qianji leaned forward and swam forward, her body moved lightly, and the purple figure like a fairy fell, falling at the bottom of the pool, and landed two meters away from Concubine Yin. The mud at the bottom of the pool under his feet was dark in color, and from time to time there was a fishy smell of aquatic plants rising from his side, brushing his long black hair fluttering with the waves. The corners of his rosy lips are slightly hooked, and his hands are full of knots. The white water flowed gently in his palm, and a dragon bone sword flickered out.

Oh, the old pervert in the smoke pool is really good to this apprentice, and even the baby's treasure has been given. This sword is refined from the dragon bone after the death of the ancient dragon, and the people who practice the sword are Taifeng, Xunchi, and Wuluo.

When they were young, their temperament was also very wild, their interests changed in every way, and they wanted to learn, try, and practice everything. It was originally a ticket, but every time he played a lot of big things that caused a sensation in the Three Realms, he was stunned as a wild boy. Practiced as a wild scholar.

When he was more than 4,000 years old, Wu Luo Yuanzun fell in love with "sword refining" and dragged the two senior brothers to the Three Realms Sword Refining Furnace. After stealing the master, they immediately made a leap forward renovation of the stove in the master's kitchen, and when their master found that there was no food to eat, they found that all they spit out from the stove was pieces of iron.

They played a total of three swords: Taiping, Chi Ye, and Wu You.

In the palm of Feng Qianji's hand is the old pervert's heartfelt love "Chi Ye". This sword uses the bones of the dragon as the sword bone, infused by the ice iron of the heavenly realm, condenses the soul of the dragon, and also refines the divine power of the smoke pool. It can be described as a necessary weapon for home anti-theft and anti-theft when going out. This sword is comparable to the likes of the Cloud Inlaid Sword. It's no less than a thousand notches higher.

Such a treasure, Feng Qianji has never taken it out to show off in the past, even when he fought the lion last time, he didn't use it. Why is it so happy this time? Are you ready to use this "Chi Ye" to prevent fire, theft, and demons?

The tip of the dragon bone sword pointed straight at Concubine Yin's heart. Feng Qianji said indifferently: "Concubine Yin." Are you really willing to give your life to destroy people and demons? ”

Concubine Yin's eyes widened with anger, and she couldn't speak. Zhong Chishui's soul took control of her body even further. As soon as he saw the "Chi Ye" in Feng Qianji's palm, Zhong Chishui immediately became even more calm. This is Smokepool's favorite sword, and no matter who it is, they are not qualified to master it!

"Ah!!h Zhong Chishui was about to control Concubine Yin's body and recite a spell, but he felt that there was an unknown little thing in Concubine Yin's throat that was gnawing at her soul. Could it be ......

Zhong Chishui panicked, only afraid that Concubine Yin's body would be useless, looking left and right, although it was unbearable to look at, but it was an extraordinary time to do extraordinary things, it was better to get rid of the golden cicada first, leave Concubine Yin's body, and enter the aquatic weed's body. Aquatic plants are weak and not easy to detect, which is suitable for escape.

Concubine Yin noticed that the human demon soul in her body was about to escape, and took advantage of this opportunity to immediately close her arms, hug her own body, and burst out of her throat with a rough and low howl: "Kill me!" ”

"Okay." Feng Qianji only replied with one word, neatly and neatly, without any emotion.

His movement was crisp and beautiful, and a white glittering light stepped forward, piercing Concubine Yin's heart mercilessly. The dragon bone joint, sharp and fierce, section by section, drilled into Concubine Yin's body and soul, together with the human demons in the body, pierced through the heart.

Chi Ye's power, killing, killing souls, killing ghosts, killing gods......

Zhong Chishui screamed, and his soul began to shatter from his heart, one after another, one after another. The fragments of the soul are like vast snowflakes, shattering and flying, flowing into small debris in the cold water, and slowly dissipating like smoke.

Jiu Mingmei felt that the most beautiful scenery in the world, except for the starry sky of Fengluan Mountain, was scattered.

In life, God lives for 10,000 years, and when he dies, he is just a piece of crystal crumbs. They are like miniature little stars, little stars that can fly freely, in the free blue sea and blue sky, do the last wonderful trip. Perhaps, they will see famous mountains and rivers; Perhaps, they will see the four seas of Kyushu; Perhaps, they will see the mahjong table on Fengluan Mountain; Or perhaps, it is the dissipation of oneself......

Jiu Mingmei made a trick and burned Zhong Chishui's upper and lower body into powder together.

"Goodbye, clever man."

Feng Qianji pulled out Chi Ye, picked up Concubine Yin's broken body horizontally, and brought out the deep pool. Jiu Mingmei followed him, looked at him carefully, and the pain rippled in his big eyes, and he just buried it with a smile.

Feng Qianji placed Concubine Yin on the clean ground, dried her clothes with a trick, and ran her slender fingertips across her neck. A little gray squirrel squeaked, got out of Concubine Yin's neck, landed in his palm, and climbed up his arm all the way, crawling straight back to his head. His hair was still lying on his stomach comfortably, and the little gray squirrel rubbed it again, as if he was very tired, so he lay on his stomach, closed his little bean-sized eyes, and fell asleep.

"Concubine Yin." The wind is light.

Concubine Yin opened her eyes weakly, her throat had returned to normal, but she didn't have the life to speak fiercely and domineeringly like in the past: "Eighth Prince, this palace ...... Oh, I'm going to die, am I? ”

"Yes."

Concubine Yin did not panic and was sad, but suddenly hooked her lips. The moment she returned to the light, her smile was like a peony blossom, so beautiful that she couldn't speak: "Thank you to the Eighth Prince, so that I can live to ...... Live to the moment you avenge Yao'er with your own hands, and die immediately, it's worth it! ”

She is a favorite concubine and a mother. She wants to live someone else's life, but she can also give her own life for her daughter.

A woman, a young girl in her cardamom years, fantasizes about her future love and her future husband; married as a wife and concubine, thinking of his own status and the favor of his husband; When a child is born, everything in heaven and earth, even if it is his own life, is not worth a happy smile on the child's face.

The joy of motherhood, the death of motherhood, but that's it.

"I'm sorry......" Concubine Yin stared at Feng Qianji's face, and her apology was pervasive, "Back then, your mother, I didn't save her ......" (to be continued.) )