Nangong Yehua kept asking over and over again, until the person in his arms couldn't stand the discomfort and snorted, and then reluctantly left the cherry lips that were kissed red by him.

Seeing that she bit her slightly swollen red lips as if she had been greatly wronged, she glared at him with discontented accusatory eyes.

The starry eyes were moist and clear, innocent, and almost made him lose control again.

He pecked her pursed lips, closed his eyes to smooth out the messy breath, and grinded his teeth.

sighed heavily, took her in his arms, as if asking her and himself, "In the future, are you still willing to let me hug you?" ”

The wind that was curled up in his arms didn't seem to understand, and broke free of his arm, stubbornly asking the question that hadn't been answered just now, "You haven't said what you like yet!" ”

"This, that's what the curtain likes, and if you take it out, it'll always be the curtain!" Nangong Yehua pointed to most of the things buried in the soil in front of her, her picturesque eyebrows and eyes were lazy and charming, and she was kind and seductive.

He can't touch this sword, she can only unseal it herself, otherwise, there is no other way.

Her current symptoms of good and bad are the consequences of taking the berries of death, and her life is saved, but all her thinking and cognition have also returned to her infancy, and her memory is even more blank.

"Curtain, hurry up and pull it out?" Touching her head, he coaxed again.

Only this sword in the sword mound can restore her to normal.

Youfeng looked at the thing in front of him and frowned, a little reluctant to move it.

It seems that she really doesn't want to touch this thing, what should she do?

But the eagerness in his eyes upset her again, and she looked at him and then at this dirty thing in distress, and said reluctantly, "Then I'll pull it out?" ”

Seeing him nodding, he hesitated and finally put his hand up.

In an instant, the sky shook and the wind and clouds changed color.

Danyan and Danbai, who ran far away, suddenly became ugly, and they ran back quickly.

When I saw the place where Danyan was standing just now, the thing inserted in the ground that didn't tell what type of weapon it was was being pulled out by a pair of slender and white slender hands.

The thick soil covering it also peeled off layer by layer, revealing a snow-bright sword body with a glittering streamer, and the aura overflowed, soaring into the sky.

Both of them opened their mouths wide, showing a look of disbelief, and stammered, "Flow, flow..."

But it is never complete.

Danyan, who was still in shock, suddenly felt a wind around him, and the next moment he saw his brother rushing forward.

In an instant, he was frightened into a cold sweat, and his blood froze.

The scream was still stuck in his throat, and he saw a man fly, flying very high, and then quickly falling from the top of his head, smashing into a pile of weapons, and fainting without even making a sound.

"Big brother!" Frightened, he rushed forward, and when he saw that the people in the pit were like gossamers, blood kept flowing out of his mouth, and he was so frightened that he covered his mouth tightly, and tears fell down, but he didn't dare to make a sound at all.

She should have reminded her brother not to mess with them earlier, she should have done it earlier, otherwise he wouldn't...

But is it any use regretting it now? His brother is going to die, and she's going to die here.

Both horizontally and vertically are dead, and it is possible to live if you fight, so it's better to ......

"I'm fighting with you!" Danyan shouted, and casually pulled out a long sword beside him and stabbed at the wind and them.

The scarlet eyes that stared at him showed a strong killing intent, "You killed my brother, it was you who killed him, it was you!" ”

When the wind held the sword with both hands, a strange air flow suddenly flowed from the palm of his hand to his body, causing his body to tremble for a while.

The soul seemed to drift away, as if it were about to leave her body and fly into the air.

It was obviously an illusion, but she felt that it was extremely real.

She felt herself drifting upward, over the clouds, over the clouds and rain, between lightning and thunder.

As if to tear apart her soul, including her soul, purple lightning continued to slash her body, emitting a terrifying electric sound, and the huge pain between her lips and teeth turned into a sound of torment.

She could clearly see a black mass emerge from the spirit, like a poisonous gas, like a creature.

The black mass quickly tried to escape, but it was shattered by the ubiquitous purple thunder and lightning in an instant.

Shocked to see the black mass that was still flowing out of the soul, it dissipated one after another, and the blank consciousness that only felt pain finally gradually returned to his mind.

Where is this? Why is she here, and what are these black things?

However, the extreme pain stimulated her whole body to bend over, huddled tightly together, unable to think deeply.

When the last trace of black shattered under the thunder and lightning, I thought that this pain was finally over, but I didn't expect that this was just the beginning.

At this time, the purple thunder and lightning around her body had disappeared, and an even more terrifying aura enveloped her, and she felt that the ruins of the divine soul, including her soul, were trembling violently.

The starry streamer desperately squeezed into the ruins of the divine soul, stiffly embedded in the cracks that appeared at some point, making her feel so painful that she couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted out to the sky.

The huddled body was forced to open, a kind of white-purple streamer that was different from the color of the streamer just now, and at the same time mixed with the light cyan color of the star, densely surging towards her at the same time, overwhelming the sky, wrapping her whole like a cocoon, the speed was indescribable.

The pain seemed to be numb, and all sensations were far away from her.

It's so quiet, so quiet, it's scary!

However, she saw a cold and shining blade, with a fierce murderous aura, quickly stabbing at her.

Then she saw that she was holding a snow-bright long sword that flashed with white-purple streamers and frosted blades.

With just a slight wave, the sharp blade quickly condensed into frost, shattered into a little starlight and floated away, floating, floating, drifting into the distance.

Looking at the ethereal space fixedly, it was as if time had stopped passing, but the stars were still running into her spirit.

Many strange and familiar scenes gradually come to mind, as if the past and present lives were playing out at the same time.

The eyes were a little stunned, frame by page, familiar and unfamiliar, and a strange feeling rose from the bottom of my heart.

It was as if a broken porcelain had been thrown into a furnace to be re-refined, ground and fused, and something new added.

And she actually thinks that the recast porcelain is herself!

I don't know when a trace of light leaked out of the crack of the divine soul, and it was blocked by these floating streamers, and the streamers kept squeezing inside, filling the gap little by little.

The stunned head couldn't turn a little, this is, mending her soul?