When Paltrow mentioned to her that a girl had approached him, claiming to be from Earth, she was shocked.

After a careful investigation, I found this ridiculous fate.

"Whether I am alive or not, what is the benefit?" The girl's hand seemed to have magical power, even if the deadly poison had invaded her heart and lungs, Yang Qingjue still had the strength to speak.

"The girl who was destined for you is dead. ”

Yang Qingjue smiled when she saw her.

"I, my real name is Li Yin. The girl's fingertips picked, and something came out of Yang Qingjue's body.

Yang Qingjue saw the first four words clearly and knew what it was.

"Half a life of bad fate, deep love is not long. ”

This is Yang Qingjue's judgment in this life.

In the last years of Huyi Continent, Ningguo, and stability, the high priest invited God.

Among the two gods invited, some people called themselves Li Yin.

The people of the Huyi Continent have seen God very few times in their lives.

This time, Yang Qingjue saw a goddess who was not a god.

"But since you have honored me as God, I have sent down an oracle. As the girl spoke, a piece of talisman paper appeared out of thin air in her hand.

She folded a few folds, used paper as a pen, and slowly clicked on the judgment.

"Half a life of bad fate, deep love does not change, longevity than Nanshan. ”

"The so-called fate can be a bad fate, and it can be a marriage. She spread out the talisman paper, and there was a big "healing" written on it.

"I promise you a better life than Nanshan, and naturally I know that you are constantly in love. ”

She flipped her wrist down, and the paper touched Yang Qingjue.

Yang Qingjue seemed to see Ye Qinzhu again.

He was dressed in blue wisps, holding a long and a short sword in his hand, and a bamboo flute tied around his waist.

She stood in the middle of the beacon battlefield, with white bones under her feet.

It was Ye Qinzhu, but it was Ye Qinzhu that Yang Qingjue had never seen.

No sorrow, no joy, no laughter or anger, she was alone, floating in the chaotic world of blood splashing.

It was only when she killed one person that the expression on her face loosened slightly.

It was indeed Ye Qinzhu, with the same appearance and the same weapon.

But that's not Ye Qinzhu either. Her gestures made Yang Qingjue feel very unfamiliar.

In just a moment, Yang Qingjue seemed to have spent his life watching Ye Qinzhu.

He watched her walk like a walking corpse across the field, meeting the influx of enemy troops, curling her long sword with her sword.

He watched her walk into the Northlands, alone in the face of thousands of troops, killing in the dark.

He watched her leave the fallen city and walk into the forest, sitting on the cliff, looking at the devastated mountains and rivers.

He watched her heart die, the green silk turned white, and finally died.

Even though she was full of white hair, Ye Qinzhu was only seventeen years old when she died.

Yang Qingjue wanted to touch the quiet girl in the stone cave, but his hand was about to touch the cold skin, so he passed through.

That Ye Qinzhu was still open, sitting cross-legged on the cold ground, a pair of emotionless eyes gradually dissipated, and finally lost focus.

The chest, which was the only sign of life, also stopped rising and falling.

Yang Qingjue held her in her arms.

When the girl died, all the illusions were shattered, and even the girl who had stood in front of him disappeared without a trace.

He lay in the rain and raised his hand.

The toxins in his chest were cleared, the pain around his body disappeared, and even his ten fingers could bend freely.

In the last years of stability, the An army went south, the priests invited the gods, and the heavens and the earth changed.

All this is like a dream, just in a blink of an eye.

Even Ye Qinzhu felt as if he had gone through a big dream.

When her flesh was sprinkled on the west side of the city, all her memories were as clear as a marquee.

The memories of her past life, the memories of her present life.

The person who refused to admit defeat in case of trouble, climbed high and looked far away during college, and finally died on the cliff, is called Ye Qinzhu.

The person who has been stupid and stupid for 14 years, once returned to the Ye Family Spiritual Hall, and has since stood in Ningguo, is called Ye Qinzhu.

Ye Qinzhu even remembered the fourteen years when she didn't exist, and she saw her mother, Mrs. Luo, whom she had never met.

If that lady wears a Luo skirt, she must also be a living beauty embryo.

But the only thing she saw was the person who was breathing hard after giving birth to her, touching her little hands and closing her eyes.

On the day she gave birth to Ye Qinzhu, Mrs. Luo died in childbirth.

Ye Qinzhu saw the capital, the capital of the sheng song and swallow dance, the capital that fell into a bloody hell.

It turned out that the capital was finally breached......

Yang Qingtan did not come.

Ye Qinzhu is like an outsider, no matter what she does, it is in vain.

She saw the Tinglan girl in Tim Heung Lou.

It is said that beauty is in the bones and not in the skin, but Mu Tinglan still maintains a beautiful posture when she ignites the entire Tianxiang Building.

Whether she lives or dies, she is the most beautiful person in heaven and earth.

Ye Qinzhu saw Zhong Ying and Qingtang, and saw the stump that was cut off in the fight.

A low-level spirit master, why should he rush to the front?

Why did a weak scholar go to the battlefield?

There was a muffled sound behind him, the sound of countless people falling to the ground.

Ye Qinzhu turned his head and looked at the burned capital and the An army that rushed into the city.

The high-spirited one is Yuanning.

In front of Yuan Ning was Yang Qingjue.

Ye Qinzhu couldn't make a sound, so she could only watch blankly, watching the blood leave from the man's body.

There is the blood of the enemy, and there is his own blood.

Yang Qingjue, killed Yuan Ning, and also killed himself.

Ye Qinzhu fell to the ground, his mouth opening in pain without making any sound. She pounded the ground over and over again, not daring to look at the scene that crossed in front of her eyes.

But in the end, she still hesitantly raised her head to look at the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

She saw Sister Mei, who was the high priestess, standing on the temple, while her second sister looked at the person who came to arrest her with red eyes, sneered and pulled out her long sword, and wiped it on her white jade-like neck.

Blood splattered, penetrating Ye Qinzhu's body.

Finally, she saw a person, a man who had aged for an unknown number of years.

Ye Sheng was still smiling, holding Yang Qingtan's head in his hand, ascending step by step, kneeling towards a strange man.

The strange man laughed and reached out to pick it up.

And her eldest brother also shot at this time, and at the same time that his body was pierced, he cut off the head of the strange man with a knife.

It turns out that the end of the story is dust to dust and dust to dust.

All the people Ye Qinzhu knew and knew in the Xiuyi Continent were wiped clean by this land, and there was nothing left.

Ye Qinzhu's tears began to flow continuously, dripping down his cheeks and splashing on the loess earth.

Her hands grasped the blood-stained loess, her head pressed to the ground, and at last she let out a whimper that was almost the wail of a beast.

"Her jade pendant was shattered. She heard someone talking, as clear as thunder, in her ears.

"Jade Perry's special spiritual power entered the Canghe Seal, and let the puppet exchange with me in advance?"

"It's a surprise. The old man's voice was smiling, and Ye Qinzhu even heard applause.

"It's not pleasing to be. Another voice interrupted him, "I'm only surprised now, not happy." ”

"If you want me to make a living Miss Ye San a doll? ”

"Why? The people of the Ye family, no matter how tormented, it is not too much. ”

"Because ......" Ye Qinzhu opened his eyes and looked at one person and four eyes.

"I owe her my life. Han Tang looked down at her and said.