Su Liruo trembled, although the mask covered her face, she could still clearly feel his face distorted, almost hideous and furious.

She was stunned, he tried his best to hold back and suppress, but he couldn't contain his panic, and the embankment collapsed, almost despairing.

Su Liruo was stunned for a few moments, her heart trembled, her eyes gradually dimmed, she was stunned, her eyes slowed down, and she moved heavily.

Han Cuo watched her turn away, his eyes were in a trance, gradually becoming angry, confused and desolate, and he froze and watched her go away step by step. There was a sudden pain in his heart, and he was overwhelmed by the hammer. It seemed that this departure, the slimness of never seeing each other, he felt a panic that he had never felt before. He opened his mouth, his throat so blocked that he couldn't make the slightest sound.

He watched her step out of the stone threshold, his eyes flushed, and he clenched his fists to suppress the trembling palms.

Su Liruo stepped out of the stone threshold, fixed his feet, raised his head and exhaled deeply, his eyebrows were slightly raised, the afterglow was constricted, and he turned around, like a leaf rippling in a boat, shuttling through the angry waves, and sailing into the calm sea to avoid harbor.

Han Cuo only felt that the phantom speed in front of him was flying, and in an instant, the figure at the door disappeared.

He looked back in astonishment, Su Liruo stood beside the stone table, dangling the medicine bottle in his hand, carefully wiping out a smile, and whispered cautiously: "I'll give you a medicine, and I will never make you angry..."

Han Cuo's heart was suddenly relieved, and surprise swelled up, and the fire of disillusionment in his heart flickered and ignited again, and his throat was soothed.

He stared at her quietly, quietly soft.

If Su Li saw that although he was depressed and silent, his eyes were quiet and his emotions were indifferent, he knew that he no longer rejected her. So she approached him lightly and reached out to grab his palm.

Han Cuo was slightly stunned, but surprisingly calm, and let her sit down on the stool next to the stone table.

His clothes were torn, and he dragged on for two more days, and the wounds had melted and solidified. As a last resort, Su Li picked up scissors and cut the broken clothes on his back.

Revealing his strong back, Han Cuoyu stiffened and his shoulders tensed.

Su Liruo didn't notice it, and concentrated on cleaning the wound, and when the clotted blood clot was washed away, she found that the existing whiplash had festered and accumulated pus, her heart trembled, and she sighed secretly: Why did he torture himself like this?

Su Liruo cleaned as lightly as possible to avoid increasing his pain, but she didn't know that her gentle touch on his back caused countless slightly numb ripples in his heart, scratching his heart.

Su Liruo applied the ointment, sprinkled the powder, and was about to wrap the gauze when his eyes paused, went around to him, and raised his hand to unbuckle his collar.

Han Cuo was already suffering, his back was slightly cold, and it was faintly itchy, he clenched his teeth tightly, and sweat beads were dripping on his forehead. Unexpectedly, a burst of valley fragrance hit his nose, driving straight into his heart, he stared at her in shock, lost his concentration and watched her leaning over, delicate fingertips touching the Adam's apple, unbuttoning his collar.

The cold was like being struck by lightning, and the air flow was all over the place, spreading hundreds of limbs and thousands of pores.

"You..." In an instant, his mouth was dry, his heart was beating like a drum, and his heart was like a thousand ants and insects.

"Your clothes are torn, you have to change them so that you can tie them in your backpack." Su Liruo's expression was indifferent, and he said softly: "Han Cuoyu, if I am wrong, I am already wrong, today, you will let me go once, can you not be angry?" As he spoke, his hand paused, untying his belt.

Her soft whisper actually calmed down the strange emotions that were surging in his heart, and Han Cuo relaxed in an instant, and was able to breathe secretly.

"I shouldn't have come to see you, for fear of adding to my troubles, but if you have given me the grace to save my life, how can I be unkind, make your heart knots difficult to heal, and drag down your life?" Su Liruo smiled bitterly and sighed: "It's a pity, I can't return your fifty percent spiritual power, and I don't know why it disappeared..."

Han Cuo's back stiffened, and he wanted to make a sound, but he restrained, unwilling to interrupt her soft and watery whispering. sighed in her heart: If she knew that fifty percent of her spiritual power had been overturned and returned to his body when he ravaged her, and half of her power had been absorbed.

I wonder what will happen to her?

I'm afraid that I won't be so full of guilt, apologize, and bandage his wounds, right?

For the past two days, he lay stiffly on the couch, as fixed as a statue, motionless. When his back was torn and ulcerated, he didn't care about it, and the spiritual power that returned, as well as half of her power, restrained him from rioting against the pulse, so that he gradually sobered up.

However, the clear picture hammered his heart over and over again, and he not only overbearing and wreaking havoc on her, but even violently and tightly strangled her, almost calming.

He was glad that Fei Xie appeared in time and threw a palm, otherwise, Su Li would have lost his hand, and Xiang Xiaoyu would have ceased to exist.

The more he thought about it, the more horrified he became, and the more remorseful he was, the more he panicked, the more angry he was, and the fear that almost overwhelmed him.

But every now and then, her tender voice tells the cruelest truth; Her affectionate infatuation, her carefree years, her tranquil time, and even mistaking him for a person who she will never change.

His name is Feng Xuanyu, a name that makes Han Cuo deeply hate, because she always looks at each other and calls him affectionately to be this man.

Her illusion bores him, and when he remembers it, he is willing to sink into her illusion.

In the apse, she is immersed in memories and will meet and get acquainted with him bit by bit... The Tao is gentle and affectionate.

If he was a bystander, Han Cuoyu would have been moved by this infatuation, but he couldn't stand by and be a quiet listener.

His heart is already in a deep quagmire, how can he get out? The more you struggle, the more you get stuck in.

This time, Han Cuo is completely unavoidable, and she can no longer deceive herself, her heart belongs to another man!

The cruel truth let him know that she and he were not only married, but also had a child.

They all have children!

At that moment, her words penetrated his ears, instantly shattering the longing in his heart, and his brain exploded. Emotions collapsed steeply, the reverse pulse rioted, suddenly out of control, and completely crazy.

"Han Cuoyu, you have a great responsibility, think about back then, the Wu clan was prosperous, the clan was prosperous, how prosperous. Later, after the slaughter and plague, there are only 10,000 people left in the whole clan, you are all their hope, they will pin their confidence in revitalizing the Wu clan, how can you shatter their faith? Su Liruo was calm and calm, and methodically removed his clothes one by one, touching the underwear, she looked at her, hesitated, and still started to sweep away. In fact, they mistook me for a goddess, but I just had a hope and could calm the hearts of my people. But I am not a perfect man, how can I desecrate the sanctity of the temple? ”

Han Cuo staggered his gaze and squinted at the side of the stone room, but the faint fragrance still haunted his heart. When she said that she was not perfect, his deep eyes lit up, and his heart swelled, and he almost blurted out that she would not say anything. He knew, he knew, it was because he knew that he was out of control and hurt her like a madman!

However, he moved his lips, but he couldn't open his mouth, couldn't say a word, and was speechless for a moment.

Su Liruo took off his underwear as he spoke, holding a pile of bloodstained and tattered clothes and turned around and put them in the corner. Thinking about it, she left in a while, took it out by the way, and asked Ah Yuan or Ah Xin to prepare a clean set of clothes for him to change into. 187

"Han Cuoyu, I can't let the mistake continue, and humiliate your faith, so I'm leaving here and coming to say goodbye to you today..." she turned around and wrapped the gauze around his chest from the back, her eyes were slightly shining, and she stared at the gauze without touching his chest.

Suddenly, her eyes widened, and the gauze in her hand quietly fell to the ground.

She's leaving? Han Cuo was stunned for a moment, but when he saw the gauze falling, he couldn't help but look at her suspiciously.

Su Liruo paused for breath, leaned down, and put his hands tremblingly on his chest, tears streaming down his face.

Han Cuo was stunned, wanting to stop her move, but he could only shout in a hoarse voice: "Su Liruo! ”

She stared at the wound on her chest as if she hadn't heard it, and when her hand touched the scarred wound, her blood clotted, and her hands stiffened, clinging to the scar.

It was a sword mark, a scar of a non-entropy sword, a scar caused by her swinging of a non-entropy scar into his chest, a scar without entropy, a scar without entropy was not similar to an ordinary sword mark, anyone who was injured by a non-entropy sword would instantly suck blood and dry up, and die as a corpse.

The non-entropy spirituality is extremely strong and has an evil aura, but it knows the master's breath, so it only hurts and does not take life.

As a result, this strange and special scar was left behind, which was surrounded by a spider web, densely stretched out in a circle, and closed the scar in the center. But the scar was black and purple, with a finger-sized flesh bulging, which was particularly terrifying.

"Su Liruo!" Han Cuoyu had never seen her in such a trance.

She raised her teary eyes, stunned, Feng Xuanyu had never called her like this, why did the person in front of her look at her like a stranger?

Han Cuo was a little flustered by her staring, her eyes were surging with turbulent emotions, both ecstatic and heartbroken, intertwining her eyes, straight to Han Cuo's heart, which made him feel a pang of pain.

"Girl, what are you doing?" With an angry roar, the figure shook in, and the cold eyes were disrupted.

He looked away and caught a glimpse of Fei Fei angrily rushing in, at the door, dodging and dodging two figures, don't think about it, it must be Ah Yuan and Ah Xin.

Su Liruo seemed to be stunned, her trembling hands stroked the scar on Han Cuo's chest over and over again, and tears fell like rain. She turned a blind eye to the anger of the evil and basked in a dazed surprise.

"Girl!" Although Fei Xie didn't know what had happened in just one hour, Su Liruo's crazy appearance surprised him.

"You've always known he's not Han Cuo, isn't he?" Su Liruo suddenly looked sideways at Fei Xie, but her tone was calm and terrifying, which was incompatible with the tears on her face, and it seemed that she was not the same person.

Fei Xie was stunned, the anger froze on his vast face, and Su Liruo's words nailed him to death, unable to move.

"What Great Elder, Shenna, Wu Zun killed him for him, this is all a lie you made up, isn't it?" Su Liruo's voice was as cold as frost, oozing with cold.

The non-evil face began to twitch, and the wrinkles trembled with it, as if it were about to crack.

"He's not a cold trick at all..."Su Liruo finally burst out with monstrous hatred, tears poured down again, "He's my Feng Xuanyu..."

"Nonsense!" The emotions of the non-evil gathering burst out, and he shouted loudly: "What are you crazy about? I'll let you see the cold side, and you'll be so messing around..."

"Don't lie to me again!" Su Liruo said hatefully: "For the hope of the Wu clan, you will have a patriarch and a predicate tribe, you think that if you sell your reputation like this, you can hide it from the world..."

"Shut up!" Fei Xie was furious, rushed forward angrily, grabbed her wrist, pulled hard, and said fiercely: "Damn girl, you have to make waves before leaving, this time, the old man can not allow you to be presumptuous!" Come with me..."

"Don't, don't..." Su Liruo shook it hard, wrapped his hands around Han Cuoyu's waist, and threw himself into his arms. I don't want to leave..."

"I can't help you, come here!" Unexpectedly, she actually threw him away, and suddenly, he was furious, and used a little skill, his palm was like iron, and he grabbed her arm.

Su Liruo felt a sharp pain in his arm like a wire embedded in the flesh, exclaimed, wrapped his waist tightly, and never let go.

It was not an evil spirit, his face was pale, he almost spewed flames, and his strength became more and more profound.

"Don't, I'm not leaving!" The colic pain in her arm made Su Liruo burst into tears, and she was full of evil power, pulling her, and the hand around Han Cuo's waist had been loosened little by little, she raised her head and cried: "Feng Xuanyu, I don't want to leave you, I have experienced nine deaths and a lifetime, and I am looking for you at the end of the world, do you want to watch us separate?" ”

Han Cuo's heart was shocked, he froze, his eyes were full of her sad crying, Chu Chu begged pitifully, he couldn't care about who was who? Who is he? His eyes sank, and with a wave of his hand, he bounced away the palm power of the non-evil iron claw.

A strong force shook the evil, and he was caught off guard and staggered back.

"You—" Fei Xie Kan steadied himself and glared at him in embarrassment.

His palm dissolved Su Liruo out of the predicament, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter, buried his head in his arms, and muttered, "You won't leave me?" Won't you want me? Won't let anyone bully me? Won't drive me away? Won't leave me? Right? ”

Her series of surprises and delights, disbelief, incoherent questions, Han Cuoyu didn't know how to answer for a while, and after a while, Shen replied: "Hmm." ”

She was sobbing and staining his chest, slimy and uncomfortable, but her delicate and helpless, sad and frightened appearance made him feel pity. He wanted to stretch out his arms several times, hug her slender and thin body, and wipe away the tears, but a clear shout: Feng Xuanyu! Let him dispel all thoughts.

looked at the non-evil spirit on the side and trembled, beating his chest and screaming: "Evil! ”

The person with a low head and a mixture of joy and sorrow in his arms, tender as water, was confused: Who am I? Who am I?

Is it the head of the clan who shoulders the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the Muyun clan? Or is it the beloved one she has in mind?

Han Cuo was sluggish, dazed, confused, frozen, Ren Fei was sad and sorrowful, Ren was whispering in his arms, his pupils were dilated, his eyes were empty, and he seemed to be blind and fell into boundless darkness.

"Girl! Are you trying to kill him? Fei Xie wept and said sadly: "Please let go!" Don't push him..."

Su Liruo raised her head suddenly, and met his stiff, empty gaze, she trembled, and slowly let go of the hands wrapped around his waist.

Her heart was filled with panic, and she glanced sideways at the grief-stricken non-evil, and asked in shock, "He, what's wrong with him?" ”

"Alas!" Fei Evil sighed sadly, wiped a handful of desolate tears, and said: "He only has cold memories in his mind, which are deeply rooted, and if you force him like this, you will only confuse his thoughts, lose control of his emotions, and sink into the demonic barrier..."