Cui Houqing's face changed greatly. The red light in the magic circle shook violently, and suddenly a loud bang erupted, the red light scattered, and countless ghosts suddenly rose into the sky, submerged into the ground of the stone wall, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye. It's just that Cui Houqing can take care of so much, through the chaos of images, he looked straight at the young man.

The young man held his hands in the air with his hands, but his head slowly drooped.

Cui Houqing rushed to the young man's side like lightning and held his body, but the young man's head still drooped down slowly but inexorably. It's just that in his mouth, it seems that he is still struggling to say something.

Cui Houqing desperately approached the young man, but in the already muffled voice, they could only vaguely hear a few intermittent words:

"Hmm...... Shroud ...... Hmm...... Shroud ...... Not...... Want me to ...... Instead of ......"

The voice fell silent, and his head eventually hung down on his chest, and nothing was heard from him again.

The coldness through the bones, like being in a deep underworld ice prison, Cui Houqing stayed in the local area, looking at all this in disbelief.

The dissipated red light gradually disappeared, the turbulent river of blood quieted down, and the blood stains that had lost their strength could no longer imprison the blood, and the fresh human blood flowed all over the ground.

The light smoke on the clouds submerged into Wang Wenqing's body like a long whale sucking water, and disappeared into the sky. The wisp of green smoke in the sky actually laughed wildly as if it came to life at this moment, and the laughter was strange and unpredictable, and the sound spread for hundreds of miles!

"Haha, Void, Void Emperor, Void Emperor's world has another pathetic person!" the wisp of green smoke stammered.

"Ah, nothing.... Shen Xuan ...... "The green smoke seemed to be controlled by something, struggling to break free, but after saying this, it was pulled back and disappeared into the sky. With a "coax", the gathered clouds dissipated and disappeared without a trace.

With a gentle shake, accompanied by the sound of whirring wind, Wang Wenqing's body slowly fell, and she returned to lying on the root of the tree, her hands were as quiet as before.

The deathly silence permeated the woods, lingering for a long time, and there was no longer the slightest sound......

"Knock, knock, knock......" Only the sound of the heart beating echoed.

Cui Houqing's heart was beating faster and faster, and he saw with his own eyes that the soul condensed by the ten souls drilled into Wang Wenqing's body.

After a long time, the figure was still lying quietly on the root of the tree, showing no sign of waking up.

"Alas, failed!" Cui Houqing sighed and turned around, and no one saw a tear drop from him to the ground.

Cui Houqing seemed to have been emptied of his body, sat down on the ground, and stared at the fire in front of him. After a while, the young man was silent again, Cui Houqing came to his senses, he forcibly suppressed his grief, staggered behind the young man, and said hoarsely: "Until now, I don't know your name!"

With all his strength, he lowered the boy's body to the ground, and broke his clenched hands, which were written in blood with the last of his strength.

There is no way in the secret realm, and it detains people's souls! Eight crooked blood characters are written on the palm of his hand, I don't know what he wants to tell him?

Cui Houqing frowned and thought about it for a while, but he never understood the meaning of this sentence. This distraction calmed his mind a little, so he got up, went to the other side of the fire, picked up the stone and dug it into the ground.

Cui Houqing dragged the boy into a deep pit, filled it with broken soil, and a grave was made. He bowed deeply to the grave, because he didn't know the name of the boy, so he didn't put up a tombstone in front of the grave.

Just as Cui Houqing was gloomyly looking at the grave, he suddenly muttered beside him, as if someone had woken up. Cui Houqing woke up suddenly, trembled, turned to look, and saw Wang Wenqing rubbing his forehead and sitting up.

"Huh, what's going on?" Wang Wenqing jumped as if he had discovered something surprising.

Cui Houqing looked towards the place she pointed, and saw that the blood map on the ground had not dried up, and the blood in it was still flowing in a halo, and the ghost cries bursting, making people's scalp tingle.

Cui Houqing didn't answer, but Wang Wenqing continued: "Who died?"

Cui Houqing's eyes were red, and she looked listless. He didn't look back, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "It's a friend!"

After a long time, Cui Houqing turned around, walked to the other side of the fire, helped Wang Wenqing up, and asked softly, "How do you feel?"

Wang Wenqing seemed to be a little weak, and she was a little staggered when she just stood up, Cui Houqing quickly stretched out her hands and pressed her temples.

"I ...... I...... It seems that she has remembered everything, what is going on?" Wang Wenqing became excited as soon as she pondered for a while, and she threw herself into Cui Houqing's arms and shed tears excitedly.

"Your memory has completely recovered?" Cui Houqing's face showed a hint of joy.

After a moment, she pulled her head out of his arms, mumbled, and said, "What's going on?"

Cui Houqing pointed to the grave next to him and said, "Thanks to him!"

"Who is he?" Wang Wenqing asked again.

"He's the boy from the night before!"

Although their questions and answers were not comprehensive, Wang Wenqing was such a smart person, and he immediately understood what was going on when he recalled it. The boy went to take revenge, fearing that he was seriously injured, and finally dragged his dying body to them, and set up a magic circle to awaken her memory.

Wang Wenqing is not ungrateful, she knows that if she is not a teenager, she will not recover her memory. So he let go of Cui Houqing's hands, staggered to the grave, and bowed slightly. Cui Houqing came to the fire and sat down side by side with Wang Wenqing. She placed his arm on her shoulder, rested her head lightly on the side, and just baked the fire silently.

Early in the morning, it's a new day.

......

A drop of dew glides along the edge of the leaves, in a beautiful arc, and the morning breeze blows and drips down. The dew gently dripped onto Cui Houqing's face and slid down her cheeks, like a drop of clear tears.

Who are you thinking about in your dreams?

And for whom is that smile on his cheek fascinated?

The morning breeze blew lightly, blowing away his flower-like face, Wang Wenqing shuddered and slowly opened his eyes. She stretched out her arms and yawned, realizing that she had been leaning on his shoulder all night.

She looked apologetically embarrassed, but suddenly saw the drop of crystal sliding down his cheek.

But for whom is this tear shed?

Wang Wenqing stretched out his jade finger, gently picked up the teardrops, put them in his mouth and licked them lightly.

Light!

She snorted and opened her mouth to squirt saliva out of her mouth.

This sound alarmed the sleeping Cui Houqing, who shivered and opened his eyes.

Cui Houqing turned his head and saw Wang Wenqing wiping his mouth, so he wondered, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, oh, nothing?" Wang Wenqing smiled inexplicably.

As long as it's not for her tears!

What Cui Houqing didn't know was that she was muttering like this in her heart.

In the early morning, birds chirp in the woods, and the faint mist sets off each other, as if you are in a very mysterious and beautiful fantasy world.

The two of them found a puddle in the woods, washed them briefly, and hurried north.

Because Wang Wenqing's memory was restored, her cultivation was also restored, so the two found a wide open space and began to fly.

Wang Wenqing's magic weapon is a water-green jade orchid, and the petals at Wang Wenqing's feet shake up and down from time to time, just like falling flowers, which is very beautiful.

In the early morning, when the sky was just getting bright, the sky around Qinglong Temple was covered with dark clouds, and soon raindrops fell. The rain grew from small to heavy, and soon the heavens and the earth became gray, and the sound of the rain was everywhere, shrouding the towering mountains in a cloud of mist, which seemed hazy and mysterious.

The sound of the rain hitting the green bamboo leaves seems to have not changed for thousands of years, and it will always seem very lonely on the Qinglong Temple. From the moss-covered roof of the roof, which extends out from the mossy roof, the water droplets turn into a curtain of water from the ticking room, and the wisps fall like pearls and fall on the bluestone-paved ground, splashing water particles like pearl crumbs.

There is wind in the rain, blowing in the rain flowers one after another, with a touch of moisture and rain powder, wandering between the windowsills, as if they are also nostalgic for something.

Yi Zhen'er stood in front of the window, looking at the misty rain and mountains outside the window, endlessly, in such a cold time, it seems that only the sound of rain hitting bamboo leaves in the distance echoes in the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth.

The breeze passed, the dark hair on her sideburns fluttered gently, and the feeling of rain powder brushing her face seemed to be a burst of coldness into her skin. She pursed her lips lightly, holding her hand on the windowsill, and the sound of the rain sounded far and near, but in the end it seemed to fall deep in her heart.

I just don't know, are there any ripples?

Footsteps sounded outside the house, someone knocked lightly on the door, Yi Zhen'er looked back silently, quietly recovered from the misty smoke and rain, walked over and opened the door, and it was her husband Lin Haoran standing outside the door.

His move made Yi Zhen'er very stunned, in the past, he kicked the door open, he had never been so gentle, what happened today?

He brushed his sideburns, let him into the house, and smiled indifferently: "Haoran, why are you here?"

Lin Haoran frowned, and did not speak immediately, he walked around the room, as if he was looking for something, but after all, he found nothing.

There was some silence in the room for a while, and she didn't know what to say, but after a while, Yi Zhen'er opened her mouth and said softly: "Haoran, do you doubt me again?"

Lin Haoran pondered for a long time and said, "Zhen'er, I know a little bit about your thoughts, but it's never a way for you to go on like this, Zhang ...... That person has entered the Demon Dao after all, and is spurned by the righteous path of the world, and he took a step back and said, this time I listened to the secret report of the southwest, and on the battlefield of the fierce battle between the Demon Sect and the zombies, you ...... the scene there."

Lin Haoran suddenly stopped and didn't say anything, because at this moment, Yi Zhen'er's face seemed to lose its bloody color in an instant, and even her clear eyes seemed to be engraved with deep pain.

There was silence for a long time in the middle of the room, and the sound of rain outside the window was lonely.

Finally, Lin Haoran still said in a low voice: "He is only afraid that he is really no longer alive, you are so persistent, it will only be you who suffers." ”

Yi Zhen'er's face was pale, she didn't speak, she stood up slowly, walked to the windowsill and stared out, the mountain rain and fog, misty and lingering, like a dream, even the rain powder droplets blowing in the wind at this moment, as if there was a trace of unreal feeling in the cold.

"I know ......" the cold and beautiful woman, in this rain of smoke, said softly: "He may really be gone, sometimes I also think about it, in fact, for him, this is not a relief." I also know that it is not wrong for you to scold me, it is me who is wrong, I should not be delusional, I should not be ...... Shouldn't...... I want him to return to the right path. ”

Her voice suddenly choked a little, Lin Haoran stood up, and was about to go up to comfort her, but Yi Zhen'er suddenly turned around, and her red clothes fluttered between the turns, like a lonely cloud.

For some reason, Lin Haoran was a little irritable in his heart, maybe he thought that she had affection for him!

The teacup was swept away by the sleeve robe and fell to the corner behind the door and shattered to the ground.

Lin Haoran didn't look back, and strode out.

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