Qinglan saw that Ah Mo was disheveled, her little face was red and white, and she was also shocked in her heart, and said in a deep voice: "Ah Mo, how did you get bullied?" This is His Royal Highness the Third Prince of the Nine Heavens, you make it clear, I believe Your Highness will give us an explanation." ”

Ah Mo had a backer, and instantly regained the momentum of not being afraid of the sky and the earth, and fearing that the world would not be chaotic, glared at Chenhua suspiciously, and said: "How is it possible? Brother Qinglan lied to me, you said that His Royal Highness Xuanyuan in the Nine Heavens is a dignified god of war and a great hero, how could he ......" She glanced at Chenhua with disdain, "Do this kind of boring and scoundrel thing?"

Chenhua coughed embarrassedly and said stupidly: "I was just passing by here, and I accidentally bumped into the princess." Princess Zhong Linghuixiu, Jiaoyan is delicate, and what Chenhua said is from the bottom of her heart, not offensive. ”

Qing Lan saw a clear palm print on his fair face, and thought that with his sister's virtue, he probably wouldn't be able to suffer any losses, so he also put his mind at ease, and said softly and comfortingly: "Since it's a misunderstanding, don't worry about it anymore." Ah Mo, this is His Royal Highness the Third Prince, and the one I told you is His Royal Highness the Second Highness. ”

Ah Mo made a grimace, and then he returned a perfunctory salute to Chenhua, and said in a stone: "Before the Third Highness acts next time, it is better to show your name first, otherwise, Ah Mo still thinks that he is a disciple from somewhere!"

She ignored Chenhua, who was embarrassed to hang aside, and said coquettishly to Qinglan: "Brother Qinglan, why didn't the Emperor of Heaven send that brother who can fight?

Even Qinglan heard this sentence and his face was hot, sister, you can do it! I haven't seen you for three years, but this chilling man's ability has grown faster than his head! After all, he is different from respect and inferiority, although he is not satisfied with Chenhua's exaggeration, but he is not as naked as Ah Mo. I had to be embarrassed and said: "Ah Mo is young, and he has been arrogant and indulged by me since he was a child, so please don't blame His Royal Highness." ”

Chenhua didn't care at all, and continued to explain in a good temper: "My father sent my second brother to Mobei to seal and praise my father, so I can't come. If you want to see him, I'll take you to the Nine Heavens next time. ”

When Qinglan heard this, her face immediately changed, and she exclaimed, "Your Highness, you went to Mobei again?"

Chenhua said helplessly: "Yes." ”

He ...... How could he still go to that kind of place! Last time he was in Jiuyuan, he was already seriously ill!" Qinglan followed Jinghua from birth to death, and he was already a brother, and suddenly grabbed another shocking word from his words, and said in shock, "What did you just say? He, who is he going to seal?"

Chenhua nodded.

Qinglan's face turned pale, paused, and then said to Ah Mo in a deep voice: "This trip is too dangerous, I must leave immediately to Mobei to support His Highness! Ah Mo, you tell my father for me, forgive Qinglan for not being able to resign to his old man in person." As soon as he finished speaking, the man disappeared.

Leaving Ah Mo to look at the indifferent Chenhua, he said, "Are you really the Third Highness of the Nine Heavens?"

"The princess still can't believe it?"

Ah Mo shook his head and sneered: "It's not that I can't believe it, but it's a pity that your Nine Heavenly Beings are really weak! My brother Qinglan is in a hurry like this, it can be seen that His Royal Highness will inevitably die for a lifetime on this trip, and you, a brother, can still gossip with me here leisurely, Ah Mo admires!"

Qinglan ran all the way, there were several big rivers, he was anxious, the suspect figure walked slowly, and he didn't care about being public, he actually turned into a real body and crossed over. The dragon soars for thousands of miles, and the wind is galloping and sneaking.

He didn't eat, drink, or sleep, so he rushed for two days and two nights, and when he rushed to Mobei with red eyes, after all, he was still one step slower.

The colorful snow has stopped, and the sky and earth are only white.

In the snow, he only had time to see a thin figure falling lightly from the cliff, like the last leaf to fall before the cold winter came, drawing a graceful arc.

The mountain was so high that he stood at the bottom, and with his eyesight he could not see the man's appearance at all, but felt as if it were like an ant, and like a mustard, and the fall of life was so easy.

Qing Lan was so shocked that he instinctively jumped up and held the man in his arms. The last voice of Kuafu came from the mountain, and it sounded loud like a bell: "Hey, you kid is not bad! Except for the ancestor of your Xuanyuan family, Lao Tzu has not fought so happily for a long time! Hehe...... Your kid is handsome, but he's much more bloody than those fierce and domineering Yanlong kids! Okay, I like it! I'll ......fight you again when I wake up from sleep."

Kuafu's voice sounded for a while, gradually becoming softer, and finally it was inaudible, it should have been sealed back to the Xuanxu Cave in Kunlun Valley. But even if his voice was louder, Qinglan didn't hear anything at all, he just looked at the person in front of him, his mind was booming, and it was blank.

He didn't know if the person covered in blood in front of him was alive or dead, and he wasn't even sure if this person was Jinghua.

Kuafu is the son of the Netherworld, and if he wants to hurt his body, he needs to kill himself with eighty-one swords and sacrifice blood to the sky, and then launch an offensive to cause harm to Kuafu. But the eighty-one sword, even if it is cut in a non-critical place, just bleeding can drain people alive, how can we talk about the next seal?

Qinglan didn't know how Jinghua did it, and he didn't want to know. Even though he was accustomed to seeing life and death, he couldn't suppress a sadness from the bottom of his heart, like a large area of cold tide, slowly submerging his chest. The cold, stubborn, and stubborn man lay there quietly, his whole body covered in dark red. Jinghua was accustomed to wearing light colors, and the most he wore was white, and Qinglan knew that the red clothes were dyed by his own blood. They must have been fighting for days, and some parts of their clothes were red and black, the first blood to be shed, and it was dry, and some places were still bright red and a little wet, which had just been dyed not long ago.

Qinglan also seemed to be stunned, he couldn't believe that Jinghua died like this.

The person who has lived and died with him many times, the person who will never give up on his comrades-in-arms at any time, the person who would rather put himself in a desperate situation than protect them, the person who governs the army harshly but drinks and chats with them, the person who seems to be gentle but extremely tough, the person who smiles lightly but is accustomed to forbearance, the person who is the most brave, invincible, omnipotent, and invincible in the hearts of every soldier in the heart of "Tiansheng Shui...... Now, he lay there peacefully, not a trace of life, not even breathing.

The snow fell again, and there was no trace of temperature on Jinghua's body, it was as cold as ice, and the snowflakes hung on his face, hair tips and eyelashes, and they did not fall for a long time. His face was as pale as snow, handsome and dusty, and the bloody clothes on his body were reflected in a patch of white, looking like a cold plum blooming in the snow from a distance.