Whoever can't support it first will give up life first.

Poetry suddenly left the core of the formation, and Gu Ying felt sorry for himself.

The aura of that formation and the sadness of the emperor ** all attacked him.

Not only did he lament that the years were like knives;

He was even more afraid of "just adding more trouble"!

Since it's a dream, let me pass away in a dream!

Fang melancholy's sudden action shocked everyone outside the court.

But they all saw his real sadness!

After all, the painting madness is a friend with the same name as him, and said loudly: "Xiao Fang, don't! ”

Ying Shuang'er let out a soft call.

Shen Jun's eyes stared thoughtfully, and suddenly burst into tears.

As a healer, she has a strong sense of perception. For a moment, although she didn't know the story of the middle-aged man, she understood his sadness.

She didn't want to look at this amorous "prodigal son", so she lost her life.

So at this critical moment, she suddenly said, "Look, she's coming!" ”

Fang was stunned for a moment, stopped the movements in his hands, and raised his head to look around.

Where is there anyone else?!

He sighed and understood that Shen Junwei was comforting and saving himself.

I wanted to stop, but the eternal injuries that my body was slumped and absorbed were not gone, and I hesitated to slowly raise my hand!

At the moment when Fang was about to give up, the pressure on Huangfu's side was light.

But the sadness in my heart is still there.

It wasn't until Shen Junwu opened his voice to warn him that he came out of his own world realm and saw Fang Shiqing's movements clearly.

The bell also needs to be tied to the bell;

You still need to break the formation!

Just now, if the poetry could still hold on, he might not be able to stand the sale. The soul is tormented.

Love is not heavy, it is not a woman, love is not deep, and it does not fall into reincarnation. This time, he suddenly had a lot of feelings.

Looking at Fang Yu who was trapped in the battle, the feeling of pity in his heart suddenly rose.

Suddenly said loudly:

"Gain and loss are increased or decreased, don't ask the depth of love.

All things are born to meet from the beginning, can they care about joys and sorrows, and complain about the east wind?

Long Street** Listen to the spring rain and talk about the gentleness.

Su Po has been waiting for Shiqiao for several generations, relying on greed, obsession, love and hatred, and mistaking years. ”

After a turn in love, hatred and greed, Huangfu ** suddenly remembered the famous Buddhist allusion:

Five hundred years of wind and rain stone bridge, in exchange for a look back in the afterlife.

He was comforting Fang melancholy.

I'm comforting myself.

After hearing this, Fang was stunned, and repeated naggingly: "Suo Po has been very greedy, obsessive----, loves and hates --- for several generations."

Wow screamed, and fainted.

When the emperor saw it, he also stumbled, sat on the ground, and lost his eyes.

The poetic formation is indeed powerful.

It was so powerful that he could even see the face that had been confused in his dream.

That face is still in my mind.

But the crowd was in a hurry.

Shen Junwu and Ying Shuang'er both rushed to Huangfu's side and looked at him with concern.

The painting madness stepped forward, ready to lift up the poetry of falling to the ground.

Suddenly, I heard a trembling voice say, "Get out of the way!" ”

The voice seemed familiar, and everyone turned their eyes to see that under the tree far behind the bamboo pavilion, two people came out, dressed in white.

One of them pounced.

It's Mr. Dugu!

The painting was nervous and said, "What do you want to do!?" ”

Everyone fought against the formation here for a long time, but they didn't know that there were still two people watching the battle behind the forest.

The other person is the maid beside Dugu, who is also her apprentice, "Yun'er".

These two people borrowed the yin qi to steal, and all the masters in the field, including poetry, did not even find out.

The lonely gentleman ignored the crazy eyes and movements, as if he didn't exist at all.

In her eyes, there is only Fang Shiqing!

In the astonishment of everyone, she had already pounced on the ground and held Fang melancholy tightly in her arms!

I saw her wrapping one hand around Fang Shiqing's back, gently lifting his upper body, and letting him lean on the crook of her arm; The other hand trembled and caressed Fang Shiqing's face lovingly, and cried in a trembling voice: "Brother Han! How are you- so stupid----"

Painting crazy Wu Sanyu was stunned.

He knew that before Fang melancholy wandered the rivers and lakes, that is, when he was studying art with Mr. Gongsun, his real name was not Fang melancholy.

That's what he later changed himself.

His name is "Ye Shu Han"!

Could it be that the poet who thinks about it, thinks about it, and is haggard for it, is this Mr. Dugu?

How could he fall in love with that cultivation Xuan. Mr. Dugu, who is not close to a man at all?

Huangfu ** felt a chill in his heart.

He finally understood the despair of Dao Fang's poetry.

No matter who you are, if you fall in love with such a woman who shouldn't be loved, you can only despair.

Because her exercises dictated that she couldn't get close to men at all;

Because there is almost no room for any man in her heart.

However, without love, where does hatred come from?

Without a beautiful past, how can the cruelty of separation be highlighted?

If it's just unrequited love, even if it's freak love, how can there be so much pain?

How could it be possible to cultivate into the "Eternal Injury Array"?

******

At this time, Mr. Dugu is not at all like the day Xuan. The noble, cold middle-aged beauty I saw in the Yin Valley.

Her nobility has been turned into tenderness;

Her coldness turned into sadness.

Like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old innocent girl, hugging her lover, sad and a little moved, moved with a little joy, and happy with a trace of worry, her mouth kept changing her "Brother Han".

EVERYONE SUDDENLY SAW FANG MELANCHOLY AND HEARTBROKEN FALLING TO THE GROUND, AND SAW THIS DUGU "MR" SUDDENLY APPEAR, BUT THEY CHANGED FROM THE ICEBERG-LIKE COLDNESS, AND TURNED INTO A SPRING RAIN-LIKE WRAPPING AROUND FANG MELANCHOLY AND CRYING, AND THEY COULDN'T TURN AROUND FOR A WHILE.

Shen Junwu was moved by the infatuation of poetry, and when he saw that the person he was waiting for was actually this Dugu Valley Lord, he suddenly thought of something and asked unhappily: "Huh! Since you're here, why didn't you show up just now? ”

Everyone's hearts were shocked.

Looking at the current situation, Dugu "Mr." is also in love with the other party's poetry, but why, at the moment when he wanted to commit suicide just now, didn't he stop it?

Huangfu ** thought of her identity as a raider, and couldn't help but struggle to stand up.

If it weren't for Shen Jun's anxious wisdom just now, he synchronized Fang Shi's poetic aura and knowledge of his waiting, and then lied to him, it is estimated that Mr. Dugu would have hugged a corpse that still had residual warmth.

Huangfu ** also used the Zen machine "Poppy Beauty" to comfort the infatuated Fang Shiqing after Shen Jun's warning was worried.

What is that, this Dugu on the side, but he doesn't speak?

If she didn't care about Fang Shiqing's life and death at all, how could she hug the unconscious "Brother Han" at this moment and couldn't stop crying?

Dugu didn't raise his head at all, still staring at the "Ye Shuhan" in his arms, and said proudly and guiltily: "I just want to see if he is really willing to die for me after so many years----"

The crowd was shocked-------

Fan Xiaolong couldn't help muttering, what kind of woman is this? What logic?

Huangfu ** suddenly thought of a song.

A song in which the singer shed tears and the listener was moved, so that the emperor who was sitting in front of the computer at the time almost shed tears.

Jin Zhiwen sang the sentence with a man's unique frustration and unwillingness:

I want to ask you if you dare to be crazy about love like you said?

A thought suddenly appeared in his heart: he felt that he was more affectionate than Fang Shiqing - he could be hopeless with the affection of hope and blessings, but could he be like Fang Shiqing, crazy about love, not life and death?

What the hell do I dare?

Dugu next to the pavilion finished his words, and tears fell like rain.

She already has the answer.

The tears slid down to the corners of Fang Shiqing's mouth.

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