The blood sword slave carried the half-dead Xi in the air, looking down at Yi Sang at his feet, the city had gradually restored order, and he glanced to the side, only to see that Xi's head was still slightly undulating, and his consciousness was still stubbornly stubborn. The Blood Sword Slave ignored it, raised his head, and continued to fly in the direction of the main hall.

"They're gone. He didn't know why he was saying this, and he didn't even realize he had said it, "The Falcon is dead." Before I woke up, I sensed them at the sluice gate in the south of the city. If there was a passage there, they would be out of town by now. ”

Hearing this, it was like the bowstring was broken, and Xi's head suddenly sank.

"You arranged it?" the Blood Sword Slave couldn't help but ask more, but Xi didn't respond.

"I asked him what he was doing?" the Blood Sword Slave sighed inwardly, "What does it have to do with me. ”

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The Xiling Empire, Liujia Town, the knock on the door echoed in the cold streets.

"Who?" the door slowly opened a crack, and the old woman inside the door held the candlestick and looked out with one eye.

Outside the door stood a tall man, naked and muscles bulging like rocks. Behind him was an unidentified object taller than a human and wrapped in black cloth, like a giant python that had been frozen stiff. Some of the pale eyebrows were tightly tufted around the center of the eyebrows, hanging limply. Although his hair was stained with some night moisture, he still raised wildly. The man's face stiffened, his teeth clenched. His eyes were tired, but the aftermath in his eyes was extremely clear, like two cold moons with fierce light. The old woman unconsciously took half a step back.

"Excuse me, has a man of twenty-seven or eighteen years old come to you with a little girl to rent a house?" the man asked.

The old man glanced timidly at the man. The man's voice was low, like an urn, like a beep, as if all lies would invite calamity in front of it. After a moment of silence, the old woman nodded.

"Are they still there?"

"About half a month ago, I moved out. ”

"Do you know where they went?"

The old woman shook her head.

“······ Excuse me. ”

The man slowly retreated into the street, sighing, not knowing where to go.

A bat flew through the air, and the slight sound of breaking wind reached the man's ears. He looked up, and the bats had already flown by, leaving only the vast sea of stars still in sight. The man's eyes were confused. Suddenly, I don't know which bit of starlight touched his nerves, and the man woke up instantly. The astrological spectrum of the ancient inheritance of the demon clan gradually became clear in front of him, and little by little it coincided with the sea of stars above his head.

"It's time, it's coming, it's coming. He muttered to himself, with some nervousness and excitement in his words.

Suddenly, the man lowered his head and fixed his eyes on the only restaurant in the distance that had not yet turned off the lights.

"This master, do you still ······ the point?" Xiao Er looked at the man who ran into the store quickly, and greeted him enthusiastically. However, before he could finish speaking, the man's pincer-like palm reached out, grabbed his shoulder, and lifted him into the air.

"I ask you, what year is it?"

Xiao Er was startled and hurriedly replied: "Today, this year, the new era is 3174." ”

As soon as the palm of his hand was loosened, Xiao Er fell to the ground, covered his shoulders, and crawled to the side. When I took off my clothes, I saw a red and purple palm print on my shoulder.

The man ignored Xiao Er, turned around and walked out of the hotel, looked at the distant Yizhou with an extremely complicated look, and sighed in a low voice: "Do you remember? ”

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Thousands of miles away, on the main peak of the Huangmu Mountain Range, a huge demon beast was entrenched on the edge of the cliff. I saw this demon, the sword cut jade face is dignified, the red hair and waist are arrogant; the arms are covered with seven-colored scales, a pair of demon pupils reflect the colorful evil light; the waist is made of a snake tail, the red orange scales are gray and silver, the thickness is about one person high, and the eyes seem to be a hundred zhang long; the demon tail hangs outside the cliff, it is like thunder slashing in front of the cliff, like a waterfall hanging on the empty mountain; the top of the mountain is used as a chair, and the sea of stars is still a dress.

The demon beast raised its head and looked up at the starry sky, and after a long time, it slowly spoke: "I almost forgot something important, I am disgusted." ”

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In front of the Zhuangren Bridge, a doctor sat in a daze. The jade stick has been lit for a long time, but it has never appeared.

It wasn't until the last wisps of smoke cleared that the seeker got up in frustration. It seems that his luck is very bad, and he finally got the jade stick, and this damn weird is not there.

Just as he was about to leave, suddenly, a strange whirlwind rose from under the cliff of judgment. The sea of blue fire swirled rapidly with the wind, and under the Zhuangren Bridge, a huge whirlpool of blue flames soon formed. The center of the vortex sinks sharply, opening a passage to the dark world below, like the deep throat of a demon whale. The purple mist seemed to be under some kind of traction, slowly rising, revealing the cliffs and ancient bridges that had been tightly locked by it, and spun in the air in the opposite direction of the blue flames, gradually condensing into an illusory purple giant bowl that was half-buckled on the cliff of judgment.

The little-known cliff of judgment has finally opened its doors to the world······ Or is it a trap?

The seeker watched the change in front of him dumbfounded, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, instinctively frightened. However, an even more powerful force allowed him to stay, so to speak, curiosity, or more precisely, ambition.

How many of those who can come to Zhuangrenqiao for medical treatment are idle people? He immediately realized that this may be one of the few opportunities in the world to get a glimpse of the true face of this land of death, and even reveal the secrets of the immortal body in one fell swoop.

"What are you doing here?" the doctor smiled, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and stepped onto the Zhuangren Bridge with a slight stiffness.

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Tonight, destined to be sleepless.

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The stream is scattered, the moonlight is sparse, beautiful people are sitting by the waterhole, and the waterfall roars at the other end. The water splashed and finally turned into a circle of gentle ripples, gently crossing the entire surface of the lake and coming to her. The jade feet are lightly picked, teasing the mirror-like calm water. The water droplets reluctantly slipped off the ankles and formed a string of crystal necklaces, and on each drop of water, a bright moon was reflected.

Three thousand green silks were scattered behind him like a waterfall, Yan Yu held his chin with both hands, and looked at the figure of the man on the top of the waterfall with a smile. There, the moonlight poured and sparkled, and the surface of the water was dyed with a sparkling light. The blades danced, and the silver spear shimmered in the man's hand like a part of the starry sky.

There is no sword and blood, no life and death, only a lover dancing under the moon, and a quiet night. Yan Yu has never been happier than recently. It's just that in the middle of the night, there always seems to be something missing in my heart.

Touching her chest with both hands, she remembered the bruised creature under the immortal shell, and a trace of worry and apology slipped across her face.

Eight years ago, it was also such a night······

The young man, who had not healed from his injuries, sat on the rocks by the waterhole, crossed his legs, and buried half of his face in his arms, leaving only a pair of indifferent eyes staring at the lake. No one knows what kind of pain and madness are suppressed under that cold gaze.

"Hey, you're here!" the girl's voice came from behind. There was no reaction from the youth.

"Your injuries aren't over yet, what are you running around? The girl sat down beside the young man and said angrily.

The young man remained unmoved, like a lifeless stone sculpture. The girl cautiously reached out and put her hand on his shoulder. She clearly felt that the moment his palm touched the young man, his whole body trembled violently, and he didn't know whether it was fear or rage. But the trembling lasted only a moment, and the young man hugged himself tighter, leaned his back forward half an inch, dodged the girl's palm, and buried his reddened eyes in his arms. The girl seemed to feel the sadness coming from her fingertips and silently withdrew her palm.

The temperature on his shoulders gradually disappeared, and the young man suddenly felt a little lost in his heart.

But the girl did not leave, but, like him, crossed her legs, sat in place, quietly admiring the night on the lake.

The two sat side by side, silent for a long time. The bright moon is silent, and the night flows like water. The lonely person, with the wounded heart, gradually approached and slowly echoed. The young man's tense body unconsciously relaxed.

"You're a criminal, aren't you?" the girl asked coldly.

The young man was not surprised, but slowly turned his head, revealing half of his eyes.

The girl was also looking at him. The two looked at each other, and the girl's bright eyes were like black diamonds shining in the night, revealing an incomparably beautiful light, and it seemed that even the moon was a little dim in comparison. The young man had never looked at the girl like this, as if something had pierced his fragile chest and remained in his heart.

It was hard for him to describe what kind of beauty it was, not because of its appearance, but only because of the eyes, light, stubborn, timid, and intelligent. In those beautiful eyes, the young man saw her sorrow, which was buried deep behind the lonely shadow, and was not inferior to his own sorrow. It's just that her own grief is accompanied by hatred and stems from bad luck, while her grief is concerned with love and begins with sacrifice.

"Still, thank you for your trust. The girl turned her head and rested her head on her knees and arms.

"Trust what?" said the young man suddenly.

The girl glanced at the young man in surprise, and this was the first thing he said after being rescued. The two looked at each other again, and the young man looked at her so straightly. A blush rose on the girl's face, and she turned her head away from him. The young man raised his head, his gaze still cold, but he never left the girl again.

"That's right, you begged me to save you then. There was a sense of loneliness in the girl's words, "I, I'm not a burden, am I?"

"In that case, do I have any other choice but to trust you?" the young man replied with a wry smile.

There was a moment of silence by the lake, and the young man realized that what he had just said seemed to be inappropriate, so he said, "How can you be a burden?"

The girl laughed softly and said, "If it's not a burden, why did you leave me again and again?" I don't say it, it doesn't mean I don't understand. ”

“······”

"The turbulent current is turbulent, and there is no place for duckweed. Actually, I understand, but I don't have that big ambition, I just want the people around me to live well and not die again. Later, the girl's tone became choked, and she realized that she had accumulated so many emotions, "Perhaps, I am in his heart, but it is not as important as I thought." ”

“······”

"I couldn't help him in the first place, and I always had to rely on him for protection. When some words are spoken, they burden him and embarrass him. The girl smiled wryly, her eyes gradually reddening, "It's better to pretend to be stupid." In this way, he would occasionally accommodate me. ”

As the girl spoke, the young man suddenly got up and sat down beside her. The girl felt it, no longer choked, but buried her head in her bosom and pressed back her tears, as she had done before.

If only you were sitting next to me now, the girl thought to herself.

Looking at the girl who was curled up in a ball and looked like a hedgehog, the young man wanted to put his arms around her and let her lean on his shoulder.

There was another silence, and the girl got up to leave, when the young man suddenly spoke.

"My name is Qi Rang. ”

The girl looked back in amazement, and the young man told his story for the last time.

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When the moon was in the sky, the familiar sound of thunder echoed faintly in the air. It seems to be a dragon gun, Yan Yu didn't care.

Don't die.

On the top of the waterfall, the dragon roared like a silver python, flying around the last soldier. The last soldier closed his eyes, the tip of the spear danced rapidly, and the afterimage was chaotic, leaving his memory behind. Scenes of the past flashed in front of me quickly, and there was only a piece left at the end, a miserable white that I couldn't recall.

In that miserable whiteness, there are forgotten names. Like, there are still disputes······

No! No! The last soldier's eyes suddenly opened, and the dragon slashed angrily.

Only thunder! and death!