The wounds on Yan Yao's body were better, and the two of them supported each other and swept towards the village.

They desperately needed to rest, and the serious fatigue did not subside in their sleep, and when they finally saw the village not far away, Yan Yao seemed to see hope.

The two of them glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but speed up their pace.

In this case, only this one village can accommodate them.

A few days later.

Yan Yao and Ye Che have been resting here for a few days, Yan Yao sat in front of the window, looking at the letter in his hand, a little suddenly, Ye Che felt a little strange, the cultivation of the past few days has made the body of the two of them already better, the firewood he put in his hand, walked behind Yan Yao, and pulled out the letter in Yan Yao's hand.

Only four words.

He felt heavier than Tarzan.

"Yao Qin is dead."

Ye Che pursed his lips tightly, a pair of eyes that had finally regained their vitality became gray again, Yan Yao turned his head, it was Yao Qin who had never been able to let go of his heart in the past few days.

How could they not know that Yao Qin was never the opponent of the Demon Lord?

The Demon Lord's opponent is only one, the Divine Monarch.

They just didn't want to believe it, they all held on to luck, hoping that Yao Qin would survive.

"We could have saved her."

Ye Che's lips trembled slightly, a pair of eyes that were usually bright and starry were not bright at this time, his eyes were unfocused, he looked at Yan Yao, and repeated again, "Yan Yao, we could have saved her." ”

"Shouldn't we let her save us?"

Ye Che's hands were shaking, and he didn't know that the letter had fallen to the ground. Ye Che just said blankly.

"Yan Yao, it was us who should have died, but why, it would be Yao Qin?"

Yan Yao covered her mouth tightly, biting her lower lip and spilling blood, the blood slowly slid down her pale skin, blooming dark red flowers one after another on the ground.

Then, Yan Yao wiped the blood from her hands, quietly hugged Ye Che, covered her eyes full of self-reproach and guilt with her hands, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Ye Che, Yao Qin is dead, so we have to take her share and live well."

Ye Che sniffed the faint fragrance of flowers on Yan Yao's body, a tear slipped down quietly, dripping into Yan Yao's collar, he answered softly, his voice choked.

"Okay."

After that, Yan Yao often saw Ye Che in a daze, he sometimes always looked ahead blankly, Yan Yao didn't know what he thought, Yao Qin died, she died for them, she was such a cheerful and excellent person, she deserved a better life, but she was buried in the two of them.

How she didn't blame herself.

It's just that what's the use, the deceased has passed away, Ye Che's sadness, she also feels the same, but she is more distressed.

Ye Che sat quietly on the branch and didn't speak, he knew that Yan Yao was looking at him, and he also knew that she was also very sad, he just suddenly understood, even if he was so powerful before, turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands for rain, but he took off the identity of the emperor, and he found it humbly.

He's too weak.

A woman who is so weak that he can't protect his people, a woman who is so weak that he can't protect himself, and a woman who is so thin that she dies for herself.

What face does he have to live in this world? Ye Che raised his head, his eyes full of pain, watching the sunlight fall through the gaps in the leaves, dazzling and cold.

Yan Yao looked at him quietly, her eyes shining brightly in the sun.

"Ye Che, you are the king, you are my man."

Ye Che's body froze slightly.

"Ye Che, we still have revenge to avenge, there are people who covet my life, these have not been resolved, Ye Che, what qualifications do you have to be decadent."

Ye Che opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something. Nothing can be said.

He looked down at Yan Yao. Her eyes were full of trust, but also disappointed.

He struggled to get the word out of his throat.

"Okay."

As soon as he walked a hundred or ten steps, Yan Yao felt that his knees suddenly fell to the ground and almost hit the ground. The wound in the abdomen oozed blood from the fight with the stone monster just now. Ye Che walked beside Yan Yao, and when he saw that Yan Yao's condition was wrong, he immediately scooped her up and leaned on her arms: "Yan Yao, are you okay?" Yan Yao relied for a while, got up and replied, "It's okay." ”

"Hey, don't rely on it if it's okay." Ye Che stared at Yan Yao with a disgusted expression, and then carefully helped her up slowly from his arms, and saw that Yan Yao was fine, so he let go of the hand holding her.

I don't know how long they walked, but the trees on both sides were twisting and turning, and there was nothing to mark, so they had to follow one direction with their intuition. The branches of the trees overhead are so intertwined that you can't see the sky, let alone the time. Seeing that the trees in front of her were gradually sparse, Yan Yao couldn't help but feel a little happy, she didn't know how long she walked in this lush forest, and the interlaced roots on the ground didn't know how many times she tripped over her, making her a little congested.

The line of sight slowly dimmed from a distance, and gradually white mist appeared. The fog slowly thickened, and after a hundred meters, the shadows of the trees could no longer be seen clearly. Yan Yao said in his heart that it was not good, did he have to stay in this forest for a while?

Yan Yao looked at the fog around him, and he couldn't find the direction when he was white. Wait, this scene is so familiar?!

Yan Yao held his forehead and stared blankly at a certain fixed point in the distance, and a picture gradually appeared in his mind. She, with the light shift, came here together?

It's also a white foggy day, but she was not the one she is now. The one she took and flicked, deftly jumping over the roots, around the lower branches. At that time, forests were not as prosperous as they are now. They seemed to be talking, but no matter how hard Yan Yao listened, she couldn't hear clearly, so she had to give up. The two men walked and walked, as if they were tired of walking, and sat down on the root of a tree. In the memory, Yan Yao pulled the hand that was held by her to her knee, started her fingertips, and looked up and smiled a few times from time to time. It's still hard to hear, but from the faces of the two, they are very happy.

Suddenly, she saw that Yan Yao pointed to a flower with spots, and then poked the palm of the light shift, so that the light move could look at it together. Since the direction was just right to see the shape of her mouth, and some words could be heard dimly, Yan Yao quickly read the conversation between the two people

"Move it to look at that mushroom! It looks so good," Yan Yao said, pointing to the spotted flower. He was stunned for a moment and looked at it carefully for half a minute.

"No, it's not a mushroom, it's a flower."

Yan Yao looked at the flower and said to Qingyi very seriously: "That's really a mushroom." ”

"Yan Yao, your eyes are fine?"

"If you don't believe me, I'll show you!" As he spoke, Yan Yao got up and poked at the flower, and after finding that it was really a flower, he quickly thought of the wording after that, and then broke the flower stem and jumped back.

"You see, this is really a flower" Gently shifted and suddenly didn't know what to say, a little speechless.

"No, I don't admit that this is a flower, you look at this mushroom, its canopy is divided into several petals, and it also cunningly changes its shape to make people feel like a flower, so as to ensure that it will not be picked." Yan Yao's face was so straightforward that he couldn't say anything.

Ye Che suddenly touched Yan Yao's shoulder, "How" lips were suddenly covered by Ye Che's palm, Yan Yao quickly withdrew from his memory, and gestured to Ye Che to indicate that she knew, Ye Che withdrew his hand, signaling her not to make a sound, and then pointed to a tree about fifty meters in front of him, and there was a figure squirming on the side, but it seemed that he was injured. Ye Che keenly smelled a smell of blood coming from that person's body.

"Who?" Ye Che protected Yan Yao behind him, ran the dantian, and condensed a force in his hand to attack at any time.

"I'm a light shift" As soon as the voice floated over, the figure fell straight down. Yan Yao took three steps and made a quick step.