barely did any stay, and it was only at this moment that she realized how lonely she was in this world. I don't even have many friends.

With a wry smile, he entered the depths of the Yellow Spring.

The breeze is blowing, the mandala is in charge, and the red flowers are vying to bloom first, and at a quick glance, a white mandala in the flowers is so conspicuous.

The hurried footsteps had stopped unconsciously, Yan Chu gently folded it down, and muttered: "You are so suitable for noodles, he is also a white control." ”

In a word, the bitter fruit caused is really hard to eat. Of course, that's all for later.

On the Huangquan Road, I saw a woman holding a white mandala and disappearing in the direction of the forbidden land.

Here, it is still cold and chilling, and at this moment, the face is actually awake.

Mian Mian: "Yan Chu, you're back." ”

The joyful voice revealed his joyful mood, but it still couldn't hide the fragility.

Yan Chu held up the white mandala in his hand and said, "Look, the white one, it looks like you." ”

She laughed silly but couldn't hold back her tears, she wanted to look at him instead of seeing the pillar.

As soon as I saw the tears, I couldn't help it, and kept asking what was wrong. The response was a lengthy narrative: "Mianmian, if I disappear one day, will you wait for me like your brother,

I'm sorry I can't accompany you anymore. Come back to life and hate me. ”

Face: "Are you going to abandon me too?" ”

Yan Chu quickly cut his wrist, and the blood couldn't stop pouring towards the pillar: "Sacrifice, Tianli, recitation, Tianhe, one thing for another, auspicious, death, end-"

The white energy wave that rushed to the sky crushed the pillar almost instantly, and a young man curled up inside, and the moment he looked up, he could only see a closed mouth, and there was no sound, but he heard it,

"Live, live well, from now on, you will no longer be the king of ghosts."

The corners of Yan Chu's mouth hooked a trace of arc, and at the last moment, he still saw it.

Without the blessing of energy, Yan Chu seemed to have lost support from the air and was falling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A flash of face encircled her firmly in her arms, but she never opened her eyes to look at him.

I didn't cry on my face, it's not that I don't love it, it's just that my love is too heavy.

My mind is crawling with the bits and pieces of being with Yan Chu almost all the time.

He hated, but not her, but his fellow brother.

If it weren't for his brother who triggered the thunder, he would have been fine, and Yan Chu would not have died to save him.

Xu was too excited, the energy of his body actually had an uncontrollable impulse, black and white blended, and the white energy was as he said, protecting him tightly and quelling the riot in his body for him.

He looked up to the sky and roared, at this moment, he was no longer a face, but Yezun.