Bai Ziqian's hand can be stretched so long, can he come to the Closed Soul Prison?

Thinking about it, Qian Yu fell into a coldness all over his body, and then thought of Xiang Qiuzhi again, and there was a tangled look between his eyebrows, and he slowly fell asleep.

"Qianyu"

With a familiar voice in her ears, Qian Yu didn't even have to open her eyes to know that she was now in that infinitely falling dark dream again.

Too lazy to pay attention, Qian Yu closed his eyes in the infinite fall and prepared to go back to sleep, but he couldn't do it, a force lifted Qian Yu's eyelids, and Qian Yu suddenly opened his eyes irritably.

The eye-catching scene made Qianyu defenseless and sweating.

The dense devil grass was trapping her in the center at this time, and she rushed towards Qianyu with her teeth and claws.

The body moved faster than the head, and Qian Yu dodged the attack of a thick devil grass, and the place where Qian Yu was just now was fiercely embedded by the devil grass.

Qian Yu was startled, choked a lot of water, and then found that he was underwater, and the scene coincided with today's daytime.

Qianyu knew in her heart that everything here should be fake, but her body was far from the reason of the brain, and she kept dodging, and the barbs on the devil grass pierced deep into all parts of Qianyu's body, and the pain in her heart made Qianyu dare not take the risk of not fighting against the devil grass. Seeking Chinese

It seems to reenact the scene of the day, the devil grass was uprooted by Qianyu, but this time Qianyu didn't have the strength to go ashore again, and slowly sank towards the bottom of the lake, Qianyu struggled hard, but there was no strength in her body, and the more she struggled, the faster she fell to the bottom of the lake.

The surrounding lake water became muddy because of Qianyu's struggling movements, and Qianyu's body ached in the icy lake, making Qianyu's consciousness begin to slowly drift away.

With a muffled sound, Qian Yu slowly fell to the bottom of the lake, and the physical torture had already made Qian Yu overwhelmed and about to faint, but in the afterglow, Qian Yu saw a slender hand that was out of place with the black silt coming out of the mud at the bottom of the lake.

The knobly jointed fingers, and the lines of the palm, Qian Yu was excited, and he didn't know where the strength was, and he began to dig the mud fiercely.

The muddy mud, Qian Yu's fingers had begun to bleed, and finally the person was dug out by Qian Yu.

Qian Yu was almost stunned, this person, the person in front of him, is, is Xiang Qiuzhi.

Tears burst out of his eyes in an instant, and Qian Yu hugged his whole body, and even took Xiang Qiuzhi, who was burned by the spiritual ring and left a scar after the last separation.

Qian Yu trembled, his eyes were red, and he reached out and kept stroking Xiang Qiuzhi's cheek, no, no, no, Xiang Qiuzhi couldn't die, Qian Yu held Xiang Qiuzhi helplessly, desperately trying to swim up from the bottom of the lake, but Qian Yu himself was already physically exhausted, and Xiang Qiuzhi's body size was originally much heavier than Qian Yu, so Qian Yu just kept struggling, and then fell back to the bottom of the lake.

The tears were carried away by the cold lake water, and the air in Qian Yu's lungs was finally exhausted, and the lake water became calm.

Qian Yu stretched out his hand and hugged Xiang Qiuzhi tightly in his arms, and finally the two fell to the bottom of the lake together, Qian Yu held Xiang Qiuzhi's hand tightly with one hand, and struggled with the last trace of strength, leaving a kiss on Xiang Qiuzhi's already cold face, and then let the cold lake water enter the lung cavity.