Luo Yao knelt on one knee and struggled to hold his body steady with his sword.

The sword wound on his chest was really too deep, and in a moment, all the power in his body seemed to be drained away, and the whole person collapsed so much that even his vision gradually became confused.

Warm blood gushed out, followed the fabric, and fell to the ground with a tick, like a slight but never-ending pouring of an hourglass, indicating the passage of time and the loss of life......

However, at this moment, Luo Yao always had that faint smile on his lips, quiet and peaceful.

He was right.

The wound that he raised his hand to hold was embedded in the flesh and blood of his skin, and it also tore another crack in the curse shell that sealed the memory.

Qingyun Sword,

Sure enough, it's an artifact that can lift the incarnation curse......

After waking up from Chongwu Ganyuan, not only the short memory of recovery, but also his own body changed. Luo Yao thought about it, speculated on various cause and effect possibilities, and even did not hesitate to use the Xuan Thunder Sword to hurt himself, trying to find a way to crack the incarnation curse, but to no avail.

The only remaining speculation is only tied to the Qingyun Sword......

And at this moment, the clouds in his heart surged, and the past of his previous life suddenly came flooding back, and scenes flashed in his mind one by one.

Shock, joy, bitterness, all kinds of tastes, fill the heart.

Sun, who was in charge of the guards, received the imperial order, signaled for the left and right to spread out slightly, and personally showed his blade, preparing to cut off the arm of the person in front of him.

In Xun's eyes, this Liyang prince had almost completely lost his resistance at this time and was no threat at all, but the calm look on his face was quite strange, and even for a moment, Xun felt that this person had become different from before from form to god.

Xun's momentary thoughts made the movements in his hands unconsciously slow down by half a beat, and then the moment he used his divine power and resolutely chopped down, he suddenly felt that his back was tight, and then he was restrained by a strong force, and the person was uncontrollably dragged a few steps, and suddenly fell to the side!

The guards were shocked, and then reacted, all looking at the green spirit standing silently behind them, and their expressions couldn't help but become vigilant.

Qing Ling didn't seem to put anyone in his eyes, his eyes crossed the guards, and he looked silently at the people surrounded by them, and slowly walked forward for a while.

Xun struggled to get up with his legs, looked at Qing Ling who had crossed his side in disbelief, and then turned to Mu Chen, waiting for his instructions.

Mu Chen only kept looking at Qing Ling's back, seeing her walking away step by step without looking back, the melancholy in his heart was still more than doubt, and he unconsciously hugged the child in his arms tighter, as if he could tie up the person who was drifting away.

Qing Ling stood still in front of Luo Yao, slowly stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the Xuanting Sword." ”

Her voice was cold, but it contained an unstable emotion, and seeing that the other party seemed to have no response, she repeated again: "Give it to me!" ”

Luo Yao's wrist was forced, he staggered to his feet, raised his hand to wipe the blood on his lips, and looked at Qing Ling with a smile, "I said, if you want Xuan Ting, you can exchange it for the Qingyun Sword." ”

Before the words fell, the Xuanjian in his hand had turned into a ray of light and sealed into his body.

Qing Ling couldn't help but be irritated by such an attitude.

But when she looked at the person in front of her, she only felt that her mind was confused and disturbed, and she wanted to shed tears uncontrollably, and the sword in her hand trembled slightly, raised and put down, and she couldn't stab it again no matter what.

I don't know if it's because of excessive blood loss, the person's originally slightly dark Beilu complexion gradually became a little fairer, and a pair of glassy eyes became more and more brilliant, and his handsome facial features also added a little almost bewitching charm.

Qing Ling had always deliberately avoided looking at him in the past, lest he be disturbed by those eyes that were too similar. At this time, they looked at each other, and suddenly felt that the other party's facial features revealed a little familiarity.

More and more, it teaches people's hearts to be numb.

After all, Yuxiu was worried about her mother, so when she saw this, she slipped down from Mu Chen's arms and dragged him closer to Qingling, "Your Majesty, let people take down that thief!" The man was very cunning, and he calculated that he would come to find my mother! ”

Yuxiu's words came into the ears of the two people who were at a stalemate, and they were all slightly shocking.

Qing Ling's indecisive movements unconsciously froze for a moment, and then the tip of the divine sword in his hand, with a bit of determination, pointed at Luo Yao's chest again. And almost at the same moment, the originally complicated look in Luo Yao's eyes seemed to be gloomy and wounded, and he glanced at Qing Ling deeply, reached out and grabbed Qingyun's sword body, and pulled it hard and pierced it into his heart!

The moment Qing Ling felt the tip of the sword embedded in his viscera, he only felt as if his fingers had been burned fiercely, and he subconsciously withdrew his hand.

The slender body of the man in front of her was so close to her. The large cloud of blood stained on the chest is like a vine canal begonia that has bloomed to its peak, enchanting and dazzling, but withering to the end, blooming with boundless depression and loneliness.

A faint stream of light spread out from the wound pierced by the Qingyun Sword, slowly covering his whole body.

All the people around were shocked when they saw this.

The sword held by Qing Ling suddenly took off his hand, and when he was so shocked, his feet shook even more, and he was hurriedly embraced by the person behind him into the embrace full of Lan Zhi's breath.

Mu Chen stretched out his arm to support Qing Ling's movements, and seemed to hesitate at first, but once the person entered his arms, his strength in hugging her became resolute.

"This person is acting strangely, and I am afraid that there will be fraud."

He tried his best to control his tone naturally, and said softly to Qing Ling: "You take Yu'er aside first, and I will find a way to take out the Xuanting Sword." ”

Yuxiu was also secretly worried because of the hesitation of Shicai's mother's behavior, and when she heard this, she held Qingling's hand, "Yes, that Lieyang thief will be handed over to the forbidden army to deal with!" ”

Between the words, the forbidden army had already rushed forward and used their blades to block Luo Yao, who was stabbed by the Qingyun Sword.

However, Qing Ling withdrew his hand suddenly, broke free from Mu Chen's arms, and pounced on the man covered in blood between the blades, grabbed his clothes, and stared at him tightly.

An inexplicable emotion, as if it had been deeply rooted for a long time, and as if it was completely difficult to trace, rapidly rippled out from the depths of the heart, spread and stretched, and instantly controlled the most subtle places of sensory words and deeds.

"I-let-you-give--xuan-thunder-sword-give-me."

She said word by word, her voice trembled lightly, and at first it seemed to be gritting her teeth and resentment, but in fact, she was already infected with a choked cry.

The man who was grabbed by her shirt stared at her for a moment, for a long time, slowly and with difficulty, tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"For so many years...... Senior sister can't help but shed tears when she is angry...... It still hasn't changed......"

Qing Ling was still struck by lightning, and his lips trembled violently, "You...... What do you call me? ”

Because of blood loss, Luo Yao's lips were as pale as paper, but the smile he pouted was so satisfied, "Then what do you want me to call you?" Green...... Still, Ling'er ......"

The staggered thunder in Qing Ling's brain exploded into a blank.

One thought after another, crashing and shattering, and then reborn again, chasing and entanglement, endlessly.

If a moment ago, the slightest suspicion in her heart was still entangled in luck and attributed to absurdity, then at this moment, the intimate words of the former warmth suddenly sounded in her ears, and all the defensive and vigilant doubts disintegrated in an instant!

She even knew very well that even if all this was fake, even if everything she heard, seen and felt was just an illusion, she was still willing to do it!

Those small whispers, gentle laughter, affectionate gazes, clear breaths, and moist kisses in the depths of memory......

With that look, that look, and that tone, after so many years, she wanted to see it again and listen to it again!

The layer of light covering Luo Yao's body was extremely prosperous and decaying, slowly fading away, and another face appeared.

Glazed eyes, ink feather eyebrows, a touch of natural enchantment in the outline of the facial features......

However, long before the streamer faded, Qing Ling had already reached out to control the Qingyun Sword, desperately protecting Luo Yao's heart with full divine power.

Tears welled down her face, and her overwhelming emotions were overwhelmed by strong thoughts.

He can't die!

There's no way she's going to watch him die in front of herself again!

The circular enchantment of red light surrounded the two of them. When the Qingyun Sword was withdrawn from its body, the hot blood it brought out collided with the glow of the artifact, and a shattered thorn burst out.

Luo Yao's primordial spirit is disappearing and losing at an extremely fast speed......

He guessed correctly, the last seal of the incarnation spell was knotted in his heart, if it weren't for the Qingyun Sword passing through his heart, the spell that sealed all traces of his past would not be completely lifted!

The wound burned with severe pain, his body was light and powerless, and his consciousness seemed to return to the state of falling in the darkness when he was devoured by the demon fight.

But his heart is full of satisfaction, and he will no longer feel lonely and lonely.

He loved and was loved.

Those inexplicable sourness, confusion, fear, hearsay, and hidden stories are nothing but the absurdity of cocooning and self-restraint after all.

Those gentle and sweet loving times, the years of knowing each other and loving each other, are no longer just wishful thinking after all!

He and her, and even have a child.

That kid looks so much like her, so smart......

Luo Yao raised his eyes, looked at the woman in front of him who was bursting with tears and injecting divine power into himself regardless of it, and weakly bent the corners of his mouth, "Don't be afraid, I can't die." ”

This time, he will never leave her behind again, and let each other experience a long loneliness without each other!

He trembled and raised his hand to touch Qing Ling's cheek, and his lips moved slightly again, but he couldn't exert any strength, and his consciousness quickly fell into a dark chaos.

Qing Ling had already seen Luo Yao's recovered appearance clearly at this time, and the collision of the five spirit source forces under the convergence of divine power was also real, even if he hadn't figured out how all this happened, he no longer had the slightest doubt about Luo Yao's identity.

At this moment, she suddenly felt the rapid death of the divine consciousness under her palm, and she couldn't help but collapse emotionally.

Qing Ling couldn't cry, and almost roared in a hoarse voice: "You liar! You said you'd never leave me...... Do you want me not to avenge you, but to live well...... I did it all...... But you liar! Bastard! You bring me back to life! This time...... If you dare to lie to me again, I really don't care about anything...... I'm going crazy! Kill them all! ”