"Young Master! Don't go up! ”

The man was dressed in a smoke-white robe, with wide sleeves and light gold trim, and an elegant brilliance, but because of the undisguised anxiety on his face, his demeanor was lost.

Next to the carriage, the guards hurriedly stopped him and hugged him, as if he was about to cry: "Young master, with such a big fire, Song Lianzhou may be burned to death, don't be so stubborn!" "He hunched his back, like the most sincere servant, his arms tightened, and he did not retreat, as if he were a strong brother.

"Let go of me!"

"The fire has burned so big, it's impossible for Song Lianzhou to survive!"

The person who was sentence by sentence was already dead, like a heavy hammer, knocking on Meng Hui's heart, and then turning into bright red blood, running through his heart, being dragged by the ruthless hand, and shrinking one after another.

"Impossible! There's no way she's going to die! ”

has always been so stubborn, since he was very young, there has been a stubbornness, no matter how plain his eyes are, what is fixed in Zongqi's eyes has always been the way he knelts in the snow, and his proud plea: "Father, if you don't let Hui'er follow Ah Li to Xuanyin, Hui'er will kneel and die here." ”

Thinking of something, Zongqi's eyes flashed, and he shouted loudly without caring about anything else: "Young master, think about Lord Li, if you enter that fire, what kind of mistake does you have, are you worthy of Lord Li?" Are you worthy of all these years of forbearance? ”

One after another, like a basin of cold water from the cold winter, poured down from the top of the head, cooled down and calmed down.

"Young master, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, this is what you have been telling us!"

Suddenly stopped struggling, the man in the smoky white robe closed his eyes, his nails were not long, but the red plum was embedded in his palm, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the forehead of the distant mountain eyebrows finally calmed down under the long-term towering, like a calm sea after a stormy wave, and when he opened his eyes, his eyes flashed with a little bit of remoteness and indifference.

He stood there, like clouds across the sky, with transcendent transcendence, he broke Zongqi's hand around his waist, and said lightly: "Go back." ”

Zongqi was overjoyed, and hurriedly followed him to the carriage, Meng Hui pursed his lips, and there was no expression on his jade-like face, on the mountain, the fire was still scorching the remaining houses, and the breath of death shrouded the ancient mountains.

Meng Hui walked back towards the carriage, the fire was so far away, but it still blurred his way forward, he seemed to see ahead, there was a man in red clothes, smiling openly, peach blossom eyes precipitated the years, the man raised the corners of his eyebrows, smiled at him, Xiao Meng, for that day, we have waited for a long time.

Meng Hui's footsteps were more steady, and the softness in his heart came up from the depths of his heart after peeling off the cocoon, no need for a side hat, a light shirt was calm, and when the corners of his eyebrows were slightly bent, he was elegant and elegant.

However, in the next moment, it stopped moving.

The girl's pale little face shrank in the corner like a small beast, her face was reflected in the light of the fire around her, and her eyes were full of the most primitive weakness and panic. She was scared, but no one came to save her.

He didn't think about it at all, and his sanity and calmness quickly blurred.

A smoky white figure suddenly flashed between the mountain roads, and no one could stop him.

"Song Lianzhou, you hold it for me!"

Through the mountains and leaves, Meng Hui ran to the Lingyun Cottage, the source of the fire, the fire was burning very strongly, and some people inside escaped one after another.

Behind him, Zongqi was calling: "Young master, you come back!" ”

Meng Hui didn't pay attention to it at all, he stretched out his hand to clasp the neck of a thief, his expression was no longer calm, and he said sharply: "Where is Song Lianzhou?" The jade crown was slightly loose, a few strands of hair hung down along the lines of his delicate face, his eyes were gloomy, and he said coldly: "Say! ”

Black hair, black pupils, and sharp and extravagant lines hanging down the hair, showing the demeanor of a king.

"Yo hehe, you choke his neck, he just wants to say it, but he can't say it." The voice is lazy and coquettish, like a warbler crying in the hollow valley, circling the orchid endlessly.

Meng Hui hurriedly looked at the place where the voice came from, and saw a big tree in the distance, across a branch, on the slender branch sat a young girl, green silk and pink, with her hands on the branch, and her snow-white little feet were swinging, looking idle and uninhibited.

The girl covered her face with a snow fox mask, revealing only a pair of blurry eyes, sleeping phoenix lazy, blinking, just a pair of eyes, it was charming to the bones, the bandeau on the chest was thinly dressed, and the graceful ravines were faintly visible.

Meng Hui obviously didn't want to talk to her, but his hand also loosened his strength, pinched the thief's neck, his voice was cold, and he said hurriedly: "Where is Song Lianzhou?" ”

"I ...... I don't know if ...... was frightened or if he had been smoked by fire, but when this man said this, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to have fainted.

"Humane Bo Lianglang is an infatuated species." The woman's laughter rang out, in this dark night with heavy casualties, so incongruous, her voice was like a heavenly sound, with a lazy spirit in the clear spirit, with a kind of fine sand-like penetrating power, "What's the use of you going in?" She's dead. ”

The girl's elbows were wrapped in pure white ribbons, flowing like a dream, and the flames were about to burn close to her, but she was not in a hurry, her little feet were swinging, leisurely.

She's dead.

She's dead.

That's what everybody says.

Meng Hui's pupils shrank, ignoring the girl's words at all, he quickly walked to the side of the water tank in the cottage, poured a basin of cold water on his head, and was wet all over, he frowned, and he was about to rush to the fire.

Suddenly, two plain ribbons were thrown in the air and wrapped around Meng Hui's waist, and a strong force pulled him back.

Meng Hui was angry, bent his elbows and stretched out his sleeves, a golden bead shot out quickly in a straight line, and without looking at it, it was directly approaching the face of the person, the man quickly withdrew the ribbon, dodged to the side, and at the same time shouted "Yaya": "You really don't know what to do!" ”

Meng Hui's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and when he saw that the person who came was the fox masked girl who had just sat on the tree, he glanced at it and said, "If you stop me again, you will die." ”

Then, regardless of anything else, he stepped into the burning stockade. He was dressed as a hunter, like a king in fire.

Song Lianzhou, you have to hold on.

He seemed to see the fire burning the girl's thin body, the flame burned her whole body a little bit, and in an instant she turned into a wisp of ashes.

His heart contracted suddenly, and he stood by the door, his whole body stiffening.

He forced himself to stabilize, and then prepared to run further in, but at this moment, far behind him, beside the grass of the mountain path, there was a call - "Meng Hui! ”

The familiar voice, like a rose, has a sweet and soft, with curvy thorns, sweet with a slight hoarseness, as if the light and cool moonlight blurred by the clouds.

At that moment, something broke through from the heart little by little, and the sun opened the haze of the sky, slowly rising from the deepest part of the heart.

At such a time, she has to call.

It turns out that the most beautiful moment is when at the end of the road, a cloud shines in from the place where it is within reach.

He turned his head a little stiffly, but his expression was no longer dull, he had no time to show any expression on his face, the steps under his feet were already windy, the fire shone on his jade face, rolled up the hem of his smoky white clothes, he shone over the fire, shouted over the wind, and then stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly in his arms.

He hugged her warm body, smelled her unique breath, and his heart was like a lake in June, blooming with large lotus flowers, the wind blew, rustling and shaking, like a whisper.

"Alive, Song Lianzhou, I knew you were still alive!"

This man, who is usually high and cloudy, and his eyes are like deep pools, finally showed his emotions frankly at such a moment.