An open door, hung with a long red cloth, shook gently. Wen Wan knelt inside, her face facing the earth, her expression blank and joyless. The broken dust was tightly written in his hand, the red wedding dress seemed to have a faint layer of blood, and there were several corpses lying next to him that were still intertwined but had nothing to look at.

Shen Qinghan's heart throbbed violently, and his collapsed emotions hit his head, and some dark shadows appeared in front of him. Quickly stabilized his mind and came to the door, but suddenly heard a noisy voice behind him.

When he turned back, he was already full of soldiers standing behind him, and he was about to rush in. Turning around and standing still, he drew his sword of affection, cutting through the cold light, reflecting the cold and fierce expression on his face.

Hundreds of soldiers swarmed up and blocked the small doorway. Shen Qinghan stuck to the door, his swordsmanship was fierce and tricky, and as many soldiers fell as he came, and after a while, a small mountain of corpses had been piled up there.

As if she hadn't heard anything, Wen Wan raised her other hand numbly, and a belt embroidered with cloud patterns was tied on it, and a few hot tears crossed her cheeks, fell on it, and immediately faded away.

His neck was very dry, and he spit out a few words with some difficulty, "Jiuhua...... I...... Did it kill you?...... I'm sorry."

Gently kissed the waistband without temperature, pulled out a desolate and desperate smile, and in the next moment, the dust had all disappeared into the body and pierced the back.

Bright red blood beads hung on the tip of the sword that rushed out of his back, falling down drop by drop, hitting the ground, and falling into beautiful circles.

Shen Qinghan, who was fighting in front of the door, looked sideways and looked in, just when he saw this scene, the whole person was going crazy, where could he take care of these soldiers who couldn't kill anything, and turned around quickly and quickly closed the door, and the loud noise was terrifying.

hastily took the door lock, ran to Wen Wan's side desperately, picked her up, but pulled out the sword with extremely gentle and steady movements, and threw it on the ground like a rage, making a cold sound.

"Miss...... Miss's "collapse was so surging that it almost swallowed him, and tears rolled down her eyes.

Some frightened and helpless probed the breath of the tip of Wen Wan's nose, a heart that fell to the bottom of the valley was immediately frozen, and he did not give up to probe the temperature of Wen Wan's neck, and the last prayer was ruthlessly snuffed out.

finally couldn't help crying out loud, hugging the gentle lifeless body and trembling violently.

How much disgust is it that the world can go so simply in a few moments......

"Please...... Don't go...... Don't leave me alone" Shen Qinghan hugged her gentle and lifeless body and cried heartbreakingly, full of helplessness and despair.

The locked door was slammed open, and hundreds of soldiers rushed in just about to get close to Shen Qinghan, Shen Qinghan condensed spiritual power in his hand and hit a group of soldiers, instantly knocking hundreds of soldiers out, spitting blood.

Seeing this, a cadre of people did not dare to step forward.

Shen Qinghan glanced at Wen Wan, who seemed to be asleep in his arms, and said softly: "Wan Wan, I'll take you out of here."

Stretched out his hand to peel off the clothes on his chest, revealing a large area of white and tender and firm skin, picked up the sword and slowly carved a talisman on it, and the scars on his hands began to glow red, getting brighter and brighter.

As a kun, he has great ancient powers. Previously, he escaped from the mountains and rivers and turned into a human form in the world, because he knew that it was extremely difficult and painful to inherit the ancient power of Kun.

First use the blood of the heart as a talisman to awaken the ancient bloodline. When awakening the bloodline, the heart needs to be stable, and it is necessary to regulate the breath well, otherwise it is very easy to contract the disease of madness.

Not to mention how terrifying the disease of madness is, just the blood in the heart is already a very unbearable pain.

In the face of such a large number of soldiers, no matter how superb his swordsmanship is, he is outnumbered after all. Although he has already cultivated his spirit, he has just started, and his cultivation is really not high. If you want to leave this place with gentleness, there is no other way than to transform and borrow.

There was a majestic cry in the sky, and everyone looked up and almost fainted with fright.

The moonlight-soaked sky was originally clear, but now the sky was mostly occupied by a huge black shape, with two blood-red rays of light embedded in it.

After a closer look, I found that this huge black shape was like a fish shape magnified thousands of times, and there were several huge whiskers at the front of it gently stirring, and the two red lights were its big blood-red eyes, which were brilliant and dangerous.

The people below looked at this strange thing that had not been encountered in a hundred years, and their faces were full of horror and unbearable curiosity, and all the movements were frozen. It wasn't until the huge black fish-like object disappeared into the sky that everyone could react, but the most feeling left was that their legs were too weak to stand steady.

Looking at the place where Shen Qinghan and Wen Wan were sitting, there were still any figures.

The old emperor leaned on the person behind him a little overwhelmed, and asked, "What was that just now?"

An official said with some uncertainty: "The minister has flipped through the ancient classics, and this thing looks like an ancient beast, Kun."

The emperor's figure staggered again, and he almost couldn't stand, "That'...... Is there anyone else in the house?"

"There is no one but the generals"

The emperor sighed heavily, his eyes full of sadness, and finally said nothing.

Inside a thatched hut, the quiet air circulates slowly, so quiet that you can only hear the sound of insects and birds outside.

There was a person lying on the empty bed, with bright red clothes and unfaded red makeup, and if you ignore the corpse spots on your body, it would really be as quiet as if you were asleep.

There was a man sitting next to the bed, dressed in white clothes almost stained with blood, his eyes were excessively blood-engorged, red and swollen, the corners of his mouth were dry and slightly peeling, and his expression was pale and haggard.

Holding Wen Wan's weak and cold hand, he said softly: "Wanwan, I thought you should like this place, so I brought you here."

After a long while, he said again: "I'm sorry for keeping you for so many days, and I will send you to the earth today."

picked up Wen Wan and walked out slowly. She walked until she came to a lake with clear water and a wooden bridge in the center of the lake, where she used to like to sit every day, and now that she is buried here, it should be good.

I placed a black coffin, put Wen Wan carefully into it, buried the coffin carefully, carefully filled the soil, set up a tablet, and cried silently against the tablet.

I really wanted to go with her, but I kept thinking about what she had said to him before I died, so I couldn't do anything.

She said that no matter what time you don't give up, even if you are desperate, you must tear out a bloody road to your own bright future.

But without her, what could he do? But all he had was what she had said to him, what she had done to him, what she had given him, and if he died, would it be gone?

Shen Qinghan sat there, unwavering all year round, no matter the wind and rain, the sky was sunny and rainy.

I don't know how many years have passed, how many years have passed, and the figure that has been moving all year round has disappeared.

Tears slipped through the dreams of sounds, bypassing the surging of eyes, the cold winter could not hold the dead leaves, and the wind blew them, leaving a gap.

That's pretty much what all resignation looks like.