For the name Su Yan, Leng Qi can't describe it.

When that distant memory came to his mind, it was destined that the name Su Yu was also engraved in his bones, indelible.

Ma Zi looked at Leng Qi quietly.

Leng Qi was inexplicably a little hesitant, or a little flustered.

Although he repeatedly said that he was Leng Qi! But he couldn't erase the traces left by the seven nights.

It is the same soul, but it is not the same world, the same body, and the love is not the same person.

This kind of struggle is painful, and it shouldn't happen, probably because of this, then on the bridge, there is Meng Po soup that can erase the previous life.

Leng Qi didn't know how to tell Ma Zi, about Luo Li, about himself.

"Old ...... Seven, in fact, if you didn't come to me stubbornly back then, maybe, maybe...... I can avoid it. ”

Ma Zi is still the same as before, he is still smart, and in the same way, he can also see the struggle between Leng Qi's expressions.

Leng Qi laughed astringently: "If I don't come, I will be worse than dead!" ”

Ma Zi patted Leng Qi on the shoulder and smiled bitterly: "Also, if you don't come, it won't be you!" Although my demon soul was extracted at the beginning, it is impossible for the soul that I once had in my body not to leave a trace. So, when I was born as a child, everyone said that I was a fox fetus! I had a hunch when my soul was incomplete and my life was sad, so I left a handwriting saying that I might die ......soon."

Leng Qi's expression was complicated: "Since you know everything, presumably the withdrawn demon soul has also been ......."

The corners of Ma Zi's mouth were bitter, and he was silent for a long time: "It's hard to say, no matter what, you always have to see Xiao Yan!" ”

Leng Qi glanced at Wei Wei behind him and nodded.

"Can't go!"

An abrupt roar, unusually resolute.

Lao Song didn't know why, his eyes were red, and his emotions were extremely unstable, but his eyes were staring at Leng Qi: "I can't go!" ”

Leng Qi was a little surprised, and sneered: "Oh, it's Song Tou'er?" Don't you think my brother is enough? ”

From afar, you can smell the smell of gunpowder and disgust in Leng Qi's words.

Lao Song didn't know why, he opened his mouth several times before he said in a deep voice: "Today is different from the past......"

Before the words were finished, the group of people in Miao Jiang had already looked at Lao Song with a grim expression, Wu Gu and Wu Gu were already the remnants of the ancient witches, and who in the world was the most obsessed with the twelve ancestors, then they must be.

If Lao Song is so ignorant of current affairs, he has already touched the root of Miao Jiang's group in disguise.

Leng Qi glanced at Lao Song mockingly, Lao Song's face was red, and beads of sweat the size of beans faintly appeared on his forehead.

Ignoring them anymore, Leng Qi looked at the snow-covered mountain and forest gravel in front of him, his hands changed and sealed, and he stepped up with steps.

In the silent space, there seems to be a wind.

The wind blew away the fog that hung over the sky, and when they looked up, the crowd exclaimed.

The sun, moon and stars are together, a magnificent image that has never been seen before.

Leng Qi's hands didn't stop, his fingers changed, the wind surged, and the stars changed......

When the fog in the sky filled again, obscuring the stars in the sky, the scene in front of everyone's eyes had changed.

What appeared in front of them was the darkness that had no end in sight, as if a knife had cut through black and white, and stood in front of them.

Leng Qi took the lead and walked into the dark place.

Then, Li Mengkai, Zhang Jixiang, Ma Zi......

It wasn't until they saw Leng Qi and them go in that the people behind them followed hesitantly, and more and more people flocked here.

Those who survived by luck also came here, and they forgot the danger of Fang Cai, and also forgot the fear and resentment of Fang Cai, the madness of excitement, incoherent speech, and dancing......

Not far away, Luo Ying, Luo Li, quietly looked at everything in front of them.

When he saw Leng Qi enter, Luo Li's eyes were a little gloomy, and he took Luo Ying's hand and said with a forced smile: "Grandma, let's go out, I don't want him to know that I'm coming......"

Luo Ying's eyes were red: "Xiaoli, grandma doesn't say whether you are right or wrong, and there is no right or wrong, but since you still want to see him again, let's go!" ”

Luo Li pursed his lips, tears glistened at the corners of his eyes, sniffed and said with a crying voice: "Grandma, what Xiaoli wants to see is Leng Qi, not Qiye and Su Yan......"

"It's all grandma's fault, if I had known that this was the case, grandma wouldn't have said anything at the beginning, ...... wouldn't have said anything."

Luo Ying looked at Luo Li with pity, her eyes were full of self-blame, and she couldn't say any more.

Luo Li took Luo Ying's arm and smiled a little sadly: "I know, grandma just wanted to entrust me to that nerd to keep me by his side, Xiao Li doesn't regret it......"

Luo Ying couldn't cry, and grabbed Luo Li's hair from the root of his ear: "Go, let's take a look at him one last time......"

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In the darkness, there was only the rustling footsteps of silkworms eating mulberry leaves, and everyone was holding their breath, pushing and shoving, nervous and uncertain to look at this mysterious place.

But apart from the darkness and the shoulders and heels of the unknown people who collided with each other, nothing else could be felt.

When the first green and cold light appeared in the eyes, the crowd also became restless, and many people's gasps were already heavy.

Leng Qi and Ma Zi walked in front in silence.

Stone monuments one after another, standing in a forest.

Obviously he had already been here once, but Leng Qi was still in a trance......

The situation of taking the essence of the five mountains to erect a monument in seven nights has come to mind over and over again......

The patterns of different forms on the stone tablet are one after another, strange and familiar.

Just like the Four Demon Mountains back then.

It's just that the demon of the past is now only the demon soul, which has been flickering in the cold stone tablet for thousands of years.

Leng Qi suddenly stopped, looking at the half-human-high stone tablet in front of him, on it, a woman in red, the outline was faintly recognizable.

Before Leng Qi could make a sound, Wei Wei let out a dry howl that seemed to cry and laugh in his throat, rolled down from Liuqing's body, struggled to climb in front of the stone tablet, and hugged it tightly without letting go...... Only the open mouth and the squirming Adam's apple tell others that he is crying...... But he couldn't cry a single sound, nor could he cry a single tear......

The air is filled with an unknown atmosphere, with a faint floral fragrance lingering in the nose......

The stele was cracking, and the cracks like cobwebs spread out, and finally shattered.

The woman in the red dress whimpered and pounced on Wei Wei's side, but she pounced, after all, she was just a soul.

But Wei Wei didn't notice it at all, he still held the broken stele tightly and didn't let go, his withered yellow eyes staring directly at the stone stele that no longer existed......

The string of purple jade in his arms rolled out as if he had found his master......

Leng Qihong shouted twice, but still didn't react......

He's dead.

Wei Wei, who has lived for a thousand years, and Wei Wei, who has lived enough, finally died......

In the empty space, a mournful cry sounded, echoing in everyone's ears.

The butterfly demon was burning its own demon soul, turning into a butterfly in the sky, enveloping Wei Wei's aging body, and flying past everyone little by little......

Someone sneered: "The thing that the butterfly demon soul has turned into, but it's a treasure......"

Before he finished speaking, a pair of big hands had already reached out, like the sound of a watermelon breaking, and the man fell straight to the ground......

Leng Qi's eyes were red, he couldn't wipe the blood stains on his face, his chest rose and fell, and his voice was hoarse: "Who still has this thought......"

Silent......