Xiao Bingyu couldn't run anymore, leaning against a corner, panting: "They are coming at me, Xinghan, you can go." ”

Xiao Bing spoke hoarsely, looking at the tired child, his small arm, blood flowing, dripping on the ground shockingly.

He was an ancient divine sword, and it was not a problem at all to deal with the seven immortals, but he had to be distracted to protect her, which caused him to be seriously injured.

Xiao Bingyu felt that she really deserved to die, Yu Fei's life and death are unknown now, and Mo Li is injured now, and now she is fine, and Xinghan is also injured for her.

"You, am I the kind of sword that would abandon my master without saying a word?" He exhaled a beautiful pale and childish little face: "There is a river ahead, can you swim?" If you can, go inside and hide while I get rid of a few of them...... Ah, hey, what are you doing? ”

Xiao Bing forcibly dragged him tightly without saying a word, with a cold face: "Together!" ”

Xing Han was stunned for a moment, watching Xiao Bingyu hold herself and keep running, running until she saw a big river, she jumped down.

The black silk hair and ink clothes were like a drop of smudged ink in the water, she blinked her eyes fiercely a few times, her dry eyes adjusted to the river, she quickly swam to the bottom of the river, urging the jade pendant to hide her breath, while wrapping herself and her tightly in the dark feather lotus clothes.

The power behind her fell heavily on her back, she completely held Xinghan in her arms, and after hiding it, she clutched a water plant next to her, and her body was against the river wall, she felt that she couldn't support it anymore.

The feeling of death is really bad......

Xing Han shook her desperately, and kept calling her with a voice.

However, the vision gradually blurred, and it was dark, and the moment before the darkness came, the blurred vision seemed to see a familiar black figure again.

It's like when she was coerced by the Wind Lord when she was in the Bamboo of Enigma, she struggled to come to her.

She shook her head, maybe she trusted him too much, and she was still longing for him to save her before she died, just listen to his voice at the moment of crisis, and then saw his black-clothed figure faint in the water, getting closer and closer to her, getting closer and closer.

She slowly closed her eyes, and she didn't know anything.

Blood was spilled and smoke was everywhere.

It's hot, but it's cold to the bone marrow, and there are heart-rending screams in my ears, one after another, crashing into the bottom of my heart, and I am confused.

Ye Xifeng swam ashore with her in her arms, her purple glass eyes overflowed with rare fear and heartache, and when she raised her eyes to look at the man in white on the shore, she was gloomy and ruthless.

"You ......" Xiao Qingmo choked up, looking at the unconscious girl in his arms, his heart ached, and his voice was hoarse: "She、...... How's it going? ”

"She's mortal." Ye Xifeng sneered coldly, the purple chill in his eyes became even stronger, and his killing intent fluctuated: "Xiao Qingmo, what did you promise this king at the beginning?" Not only did you not protect her, but you made her so badly injured, but it was you who made her hurt. ”

Xiao Qingmo had nothing to say, his face was pale and terrifying: "I—I don't know...... Didn't know she was ...... too."

"The water in the river is very cold, very cold, she is so seriously injured, I almost thought it was ......" Ye Xifeng took a heavy breath before slowly exhaling the last few words: "I almost thought that I would not see her at all, Wind Lord, if something happens to her, I will definitely step on your entire Wind Clan." ”

Xiao Qingmo's face turned even paler, and he almost couldn't stand on his feet.

Behind him, a cold and hoarse voice came: "People, you sent it?" ”

The two peerless men looked over, the black-clothed young man was draped in black hair, and the black manju sawa on his pale face was particularly evil, looking beautiful like a black mandala.

He stood beside him, and the unstoppable killing intent on his body kept leaking out, as if he was going to tear him apart in the next moment.

Xiao Qingmo was silent.

Ye Xifeng glanced at him coldly, passed by him, handed the person in his arms to Mo Li, and his reluctant and affectionate gaze fell on her face, and disappeared without a trace in a moment: "Take care of her." “

Mo Li hugged her tightly and nodded, Ye Xifeng reached out and gently stroked her hair, her jade fingers delicately traced her facial features, from the chin to the bridge of the nose, from the eyebrows to the forehead, the fingers with crystal light were particularly beautiful, and his index finger was gently placed above her eyebrows.

He lowered his gaze, the sharp light lightly cut through his fingertips, a drop of crimson blood penetrated, dripping between her eyebrows, the light flashed, the blood melted into her skin, there was no trace.

"Ah Yu ......" whispered only in a voice he could hear, his lips were slightly pale, but with a shallow smile: "Do you know how much this blood means? ”

She was unconscious, unable to answer his words, so he whispered to himself: "Giving the blood of life to you means that you can completely dominate me, if you want me to be born and I will be born, if I want to die, I will not exist in this life, and I will live forever and forever." ”

If Xiao Bingyu hates him one day, as long as he destroys his soul source, he can be completely wiped out from this world.

The fate of entanglement with each other will never be separated, and he will never let her be hurt again.

He withdrew his hand, took a few steps back, and watched Mo Li sit on Dark's back with her in his arms and leave.

The large snow-white bird flew through the air, leaving a transparent white tail mark.

Ye Xifeng glanced at Xiao Qingmo with a cold gaze.

"I didn't take good care of her." Xiao Qingmo lowered his head and said bitterly.

"Good." Ye Xifeng smiled coldly: "How should this account be calculated?" ”

"I will self-destruct three layers of power to her." He turned to leave, a calm voice drifting from afar.

Ye Xifeng had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, squinting his eyes, he stood in place for a long time, the pure black brocade robe danced without wind, elegant and refined, mysterious and weird, like a dark god who was out of step with this world, without a trace of embarrassment because of being wet with water. He raised his hand and looked at the wound on his index finger, unable to say a word for a long time.

In the wind, his soft-spoken voice seemed to be heard, revealing a bleak and desolate ......

You are like the wind, you come, I can't refuse, you go, I can't stay, the days to come, the wind is still blowing, I learn to smile in the wind, I wish you this life, worry-free......

Ye Xifeng chuckled, and a beautiful face was pale and transparent: "If one day, the wind is tired and can't blow, the rest of the cloud's life ...... How free. ”

ps：

Guess what's the male lead! /Squint smile/.

Xifeng's love is one who wants to touch but is afraid to retreat, Qingmo's love is one who loves you without a reason, and the love that has no scruples is thorough, and Ah Li's love is stubborn and loving, and he can abandon anything.