The crimson liquid suddenly emerged, sliding down the delicate and transparent hosta, hitting the real leaves on the ground, blooming with a touch of enchanting color.

The pain was not as deep as expected.

Shangguan Yuchen looked down and saw that her white hand was in front of the hosta, and under this fierce stab, it pierced her palm alive, connecting her heart but not penetrating, and the drops that slipped to the ground were bright red, and it was impossible to tell whose blood it was.

His complexion changed drastically, he actually hurt her again, he didn't think much about it, he carefully pulled out the hosta from her hand and threw it on the ground, and immediately tore off a strip of cloth from his body, and bandaged her wound gently but neatly.

Looking at his movements, the softness in Gongyi Wuying's heart overflowed, and he raised his lips lightly, and said in a tone that could not be refused: "I said a long time ago, if the two of us can only have one life, I will die." ”

Immediately after the internal force, the red hosta fell into her hand in an instant, but before she could make a move, she was suddenly surrounded by a brilliant red light, as if there was a cheering voice coming from afar......

The sword-like green grass in all directions slowly became curled up, from virtual to solid, and the turquoise color quickly turned into bright red, spreading and spreading, as if it was a burning flame, and the faint fragrance in the mountains seemed to be blown away by the wind until it was faint and inaudible......

Gongyi Wuying's hand holding the hosta hung down, the gloom between his eyebrows faded, and the corners of his mouth showed a beautiful and bright smile: "Great, the real Blood Spirit Grass has reappeared." ”

She withdrew the hand he was holding, and then tiptoed a little, delicately picking a Blood Spirit Grass.

Seeing this scene, Shangguan Yuchen finally showed a relieved smile, whether she forgave herself or not, since stepping into this valley, how long has it been since she saw her smile like this? I was a little distracted for a while, and in a trance, I saw her turn around and walk towards her.

A blood spirit grass was handed to him, and he heard her say two words softly: "Take it." ”

Although she was slightly puzzled, Shangguan Yuchen obediently reached out and took the Blood Spirit Grass in her hand.

Gongyi Wuying put the red hosta back into his arms, held his other hand with his free hand, and naturally clasped his five fingers on the back of his hand, and said with a slight smile: "It's going down the mountain." ”

Shangguan Yuchen's body stiffened, and there was a hint of incredible surprise in her inky eyes, did this show that she was willing to let go of the past and face everything with herself? Cautiously probed: "You ......"

Gongyi Wuying raised his eyebrows lightly, hooked the corners of his lips, and said: "You set foot on the battlefield at the age of fourteen, and years of conquest have made you uncompromising, but don't forget, when my Gongyi Wuying went out of the mountain to attack the lord and lead the army, he was only fourteen years old, is it going to lose to you?" ”

The wind stirred her ink hair slightly, the corners of her mouth smiled shallowly, and her bright face brought a bit of playfulness.

Shangguan Yuchen's eyes gradually brightened, and he raised his hand to press her tightly into his arms, and his voice was soft and soft: "Then let's face everything together, from now on, no one in the world can separate you and me." ”

A mountain full of scattered flowers and leaves lingered on the two of them, and she leaned on his arms, silent.

When the two of them came down from the mountain, they saw from a distance that there were many people kneeling neatly under the mountain, in addition to the shaman and other people from the Blood Spirit Valley, there were actually the king and queen of Nanzhao, the prince of Nanzhao, Si Chengnuo, and the crown princess Shangguan Leng Xi, who were slightly surprised, but heard a respectful and neat voice coming: "Welcome to the Blood Spirit Holy Envoy." ”

Only then did they remember that the two of them were now the envoys of the Blood Spirit True Saint Sect and the gods of Nanzhao, but after all, they were both prominent people, and they quickly motioned for everyone to get up.

The shaman's face was pleased, his hands were folded, and he said happily: "The blood spirit grass has reappeared, and a hundred years of peace have come." ”

And Si Chengnuo's eyes drooped lightly, as if he was thinking, hesitated for a while, and finally stood up and said respectfully: "Uncle Fourteen, Promise to ask you for your guilt." ”

The Blood Spirit Holy Envoy is the true god of Nanzhao, and he must not be offended again, not to mention the origin of these two people, one is the Tianchen God of War King Chen, and the other is the Willow Blue and Silver Faced War King.

Shangguan Yuchen's eyes fell on him, and he asked lightly, "What's the matter?" ”

Si Chengnuo lowered his head as if he was a little uneasy, and said respectfully: "Before, Nuo was worried that something would happen to Uncle Fourteen Wang, and in order to protect Nanzhao from war, Nuo promised to cooperate with his cousin King Mo. ”