The fawn was curled up in a ball.

He held his head tightly with his hands, raised his eyes from between his fingers, looked at Jinghua and Ah Mo in horror, saw their gazes, and hurriedly dodged, Zhang Huang looked at the ground helplessly.

Jinghua looked at him.

The child, with his big black bean-like innocent eyes, was full of fear and confusion about the world as he had when he first rescued him from the tiger's mouth.

"Fawn, it's me. Jinghua said softly.

"No, don't come, don't come!" the fawn took two steps back, still holding his head tightly, not daring to let go.

Ah Mo's subordinates were merciful, although his scalp was not cut off, but the root part of the hair had been completely destroyed, and the hair that had been hanging down was now not a single hair, bare, revealing a fair and blue scalp.

"Fawn...... The fawn is so ugly, don't look at it!" he cried.

Jinghua sighed, and walked over slowly, crouching down beside him.

"Fawn, don't be afraid. "Jinghua Road.

The fawn remembers that it was many, many years ago.

He was chased by a tiger, whose claws had strangled his throat and his bloody mouth had opened, and he thought that he would not escape death this time.

That's when he appeared.

Like the God of salvation, who came down from heaven!

He drew his bow and arrows, and with a single arrow he shot the ferocious tiger!

He held himself trembling with fear in his arms, and said to him: "Little deer, don't be afraid. ”

Yes, he was the fawn, the timid and lonely fawn from beginning to end.

He ran alone in the miserable wind and rain, lonely and afraid, he just wanted to find a warm embrace, find someone who could protect him, and said to him, "Little deer, don't be afraid".

He fell in love with his handsome, such a handsome and gentle, invincible handsome, when he was most desperate and helpless, he took him into his arms, how could he not love?

For the past hundred years, he has been humble and careful. He didn't dare to expect Da Shuai's love, but as long as Da Shuai said one more word to him, or drank half a bowl of soup he made, he could be happy for days.

He thought that the days would be like this forever, the marshal took him to go on expeditions, and he washed his hands and soup for the marshal every day.

But later, a woman came, and she took away all the attention of the handsome. No matter how tired he was, as long as the handsome saw her, his eyes lit up, and he laughed out loud before he could speak.

Later, their soldiers went crazy on the battlefield, and all of them could not contain the attack on the commander, and in the end, they all died together in the dust.

The past life was like a dream.

A dream in a hundred years, love and hatred. It turns out that it's just a story that can be told in just a few words.

Jinghua stretched out his hand.

Pure spiritual power lingered in his fingertips, and in the light cyan fluorescence, a little blue star shimmered. Those spiritual powers containing deep healing functions gradually flew from Jinghua's fingertips to the fawn, wrapping him in groups, just like a mother protecting her child with swaddling clothes, healing the fawn's injuries little by little.

The hair grew back on, flowing and smooth, and obediently hung behind him. The blood holes on his body healed one by one, and his skin returned to flawlessness.

"Dashuai, Dashuai...... I'm all right again!" the fawn couldn't believe it.

Jinghua smiled and nodded, the corners of her pale lips rose weakly, and she just wanted to say something, but her body shook for a while, and the whole person fell forward.

"Da Shuai, Da Shuai!" Xiao Lu rushed forward before Ah Mo, hugged Jinghua in his arms in pain, and screamed like crazy.

The man in his arms is pale and weak, is this his invincible handsomeness? is it the handsome man who protects him like a god and makes him admire and admire?

When did Dashuai become like this?

Or Dashuai has always been like this, but he just never found out.

"Dashuai, I'm sorry...... It's the fawn who is wrong, and the fawn has harmed the handsome......" He hugged Jinghua, sobbing, crying like a child.

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, and the back is the shore. Jing Hua moved her thin lips and said hard.

He barely raised his hand to wipe away the deer's tears, and his black bean-like eyes were now full of tears of remorse.

"After removing all the sinful karma, I will send you to reincarnation. Jinghua's voice was very soft, but every word carried the righteousness of heaven and earth, with the power of compassion and redemption, calling the lost lamb to return to the right path.

"In the next life, would it be nice to be a girl?" Jinghua said.

The fawn nodded tearfully.

He helped Jinghua to stand up slowly, took a step back, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to him respectfully.

Jinghua raised her hand slightly, drawing out a bright light, gathering around the fawn, completely enveloping him inside. The light grew brighter and brighter, gradually merging with the fawn's soul, and finally merging into a bright white round spot of light, which floated upwards and flew straight into the distance.

Don't be afraid, fawn!

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Qinglan's fingers moved slightly.

His eyelashes struggled for a long time, like the wings of a water-stained butterfly after the rain, trembling with difficulty for a few times, and finally slowly opened.

Is it dead?

Or, leaving that nightmare and coming back?

He remembered that he was clearly on the road to death in vain, fighting to the death with the Jiang brothers. He couldn't remember how long he had been fighting, all he knew was that every shot he shot had hit them in the vital spot, but every attack had done them no harm.

They are like air, they can't be killed, they can't be killed!

They have gathered the heaviest resentment on them, they are the unjust souls, the evil spirits! They want to exhaust Qinglan to death on this road of vain death, and let him pay for the murders he once committed, one by one!

Qinglan's hand was already numb, but by instinct, he stabbed at the other party with a gun, and refused to fall.

His spiritual power passed in parts, partly from being injured by the other party's attack, and partly being swallowed up by the powerful resentment here.

His eyes were getting darker and darker, and he was gradually unable to see his opponent clearly, and the stench was getting stronger and stronger, making him dizzy and almost nauseous.

He lifted Twilight and stabbed a shot, making a large hole in the tin man's chest, but as soon as the gun was pulled out, the hole disappeared again, as if nothing had happened.

The tinman smiled grimly at him, "Cousin, I said you couldn't kill us. ”

Qinglan's eyes lit up, and he gritted his teeth and shot again!

Ironclad smirked and flicked his wings, his massive wings spreading out in the air, pushing his twilight lightly, and the seemingly fierce attack was invisible.

Qinglan took a few steps back, holding his gun on the ground, gasping heavily.

The rain kept falling.

That kind of blood rain, which never stopped, dripped on the iron cable, and was instantly engulfed by cold and darkness.

The rain hit Qinglan, and he suddenly felt a little cold.

"Cousin, give me back my skin, you're dying here. The bronze crossbow said humbly.

That's right, he's dying here.

Repeatedly kill those evil spirits that can never be killed, and be exhausted to death by yourself!

He closed his eyes and opened them violently, spitting a mouthful of spit mixed with blood on the ground, and roared angrily: "Then die together! It's a big deal to die here, and I'm enough!"

One shot, another shot.

By instinct, by will.

With a persistence in goodness, a belief in compassion.

Jinghua, I am very happy to have you as a friend in this life, to be able to laugh with you and pride in the field, and raise the sword and leap on the horse.

We kill the enemy in order to ensure the stability of the world, to keep the peace of the Three Realms, to let the good be rewarded, and the weak and helpless can be safely relied upon.

If the result of this is to die here and to hell forever, then I am willing.

Because I chose the right thing, a worthy cause and effect.

Jinghua, it's a pity that you're not here, and we can't stand shoulder to shoulder with each other anymore.

But even if I am alone, I will not give in to these evil spirits, I will definitely choose to fight. Fight to the death!

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"Qinglan, Qinglan, are you awake?" who was calling himself, that beautiful voice like fairy music.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw a face crying with joy.

Three eyes, each full of tears.

"Qinglan, you're finally back......" Yin Key threw himself into his arms and sobbed softly.

Those ancient lost requiems, she chanted countless times, finally cleansed his soul, and when he was in vain, she re-lit the beacon of salvation for him with love and kindness!

"Don't cry, I'm back!" Qinglan smiled, his chest warmed again, and with the joy of being in a desperate situation, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her hair lightly.

I'm back, Yin Key!

There are relatives and friends who love me and I can't let go......

Here, there's, you.

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Ah Mo helped Jinghua and walked to the other side step by step.

He leaned almost entirely on Ah Mo's body, and every step was dragged by Ah Mo. The breathing was so weak that it was almost intangible, and even the heartbeat seemed to be absent.

"Jinghua, how are you! If you're awake, say something so I know!" Ah Mo said loudly.

She turned her head, and Jinghua was beside her, her peerless handsome face now showing a terrible grayness, cold sweat on her forehead drenched all her black hair, her head hung down weakly, and her eyes were closed.

"I'm here, I'm not ...... Fall asleep. Jinghua suddenly said very lightly, but coughed violently after only saying a few words.

Naturally, he didn't fall asleep, but he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

His cough was also weak, and although it was frequent, it seemed to outsiders to be nothing more than a sharp rise and fall in his chest, followed by patches of blood gushing up at the corners of his lips.

Those blood stains and sweat stains stuck to his handsome face, like a delicate picture scroll being destroyed alive, poignant and heartbreaking.

Ah Mo's throat was tight, and he choked so much that he could barely speak.

She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, squeezed out a smile vigorously, and said in her most cheerful voice: "Jinghua, it's good that you're awake, I'm not afraid of heights anymore, you have to take a good look at how I walked over, and in front of Brother Qinglan and them for a while, praise me hard!"

Jinghua opened his eyes slightly, and tried his best to give a smile, and said softly, "Okay." ”

Ah Mo looked ahead.

The shaking bridge, the dark abyss, those dead soldiers stood on both sides of the bridge, casting cold eyes at them.