However, the king of Guangling said that only one of them could stay here, and they would never see each other for the rest of their lives. It's just that what he wants to stay is not Su Jinling, because she is still alive in another life, and she should not appear in this world, nor will she be accepted by the Blessed Land Cave Heaven, and she is the next master chosen by the Blessed Land Cave Heaven......

Although the blessed land cave is as beautiful as a fairyland, staying here can lead to immortality, but without her, even if you coexist with heaven and earth, what is the fun?

He refused.

However, King Guangling only smiled slightly: "You will come eventually, and no one can change the choice of the God Realm." Your fate with her in this life is coming to an end, and you stay here, perhaps waiting for her in the next life......"

At that moment, he suddenly hoped that there was no blessed land in the world, and everything was just an illusion of mountain spirits and ghosts disturbing people's minds. But when he walked out of the illusion, he was surprised to see that the silver threads on Su Jinling's temples had unknowingly turned black......

The blessed land cave is really very powerful, and Su Jinling has only been around for a moment, and he has already received the blessing of blessings. It's not just her, but the power he has lost these days has suddenly recovered.

This is an unexpected joy, but the last sentence of King Guangling is like a proverb, and it knocks on his heart again and again.

Fate is coming to an end...... What is the meaning?

He didn't dare to think about it, he could only hug her tightly and keep kissing her.

His strength was a bit heavy. In the night light, a few dark spots quickly appeared on her skin, but she still refused to exhale in pain.

"Xuanyi, what's wrong?" She already sensed something was wrong.

"Jinling, don't leave me......" He squeezed himself into her narrowness, feeling her soft wrap, but he couldn't shake off the fear in his heart: "Don't leave me no matter what......"

"What do you say?" She struggled to withstand his strength: "Didn't we say we would be together forever?" By the way, my eyes seem to be able to see clearly......"

He froze......

She saw a look of horror in his eyes.

"Xuanyi, you ......"

He suddenly hugged her: "Jinling ......"

"Xuanyi, what the hell is going on? Can't you tell me? She wrapped her arms around his trembling body: "If you are like this, I will be cranky......"

Hug her tightly: "Don't be cranky, you just have to remember that I will never leave you at any time, and you will not leave me......"

Su Jinling was confused, but he didn't have time to think about it, because he had already made a strong impact.

He had never been so crazy, she was almost scared, but she knew that the fear in his heart was far greater than hers.

What the hell is going on?

Delirious, and when the hurricane-like sensation swept over her again, she found the coldness creeping in again, stabbing her lightly in the heart......

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A snow-colored robe floated away like a ghost into the darkness ahead, and long, cold shadows folded diagonally on the stone steps above, shaking in the dim light on either side.

When the guards, who were as straight as guns, saw the comer, they immediately marched and saluted, but they were silent.

It wasn't until he stepped into the darkness and into another drowsy that a jailer-like man stepped forward and said respectfully, "Lord Wang." ”

"Well, how is today?"

The light and shadow moved slightly, and the person seemed to sink in the gloom, and the only eyes were extremely clear, reflecting the faint light of the candle flame, cold and sharp.

"It's all ready as you commanded."

Yuwen Xuancang only said "um", and the jailer took a few steps back, turned around again, and led the way with a torch.

The jailer opened the ten-pound copper lock and pushed open the door of the dark iron......

Although the door was heavy, it opened silently, and I don't know where it was wrapped in a yin wind, blowing the hem of the robe like waves, and the silver silk embroidered cloud patterns on it shone with cold broken light.

The room is not big, because it is built with stone walls, so it looks extraordinarily gloomy.

There was already an old lady waiting in it, and in front of her was a huge bed, richly decorated, which was obviously out of place with the coldness around her, and there was a naked man tied to the bed.

The brazier was burning in the room, and it was warm, but the man was shivering, and from time to time he let out two angry "woos" from his blocked mouth.

Seeing Yuwen Xuancang, he was even more angry, and his whole body began to writhe, as if as long as he broke free, he would bite him hard.

Yuwen Xuancang looked at him coldly, and his lips lightly opened: "His Royal Highness the Prince, don't come to ...... harm"

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On the night of August 15, in the midst of the sound of fighting, Yuwen Xuansheng, who was hidden in the shadows, saw Su Jinling leave safely, and finally let go of the fist that had been clenched, but a layer of mist floated under his eyes.

He leaned against the cold stone wall, thinking about Duan Eryang's madness, and he didn't know where he was, and the Fengxian Sect members were almost wiped out, what should he do in the future?

Suddenly, I regretted not leaving with Su Jinling.

He sighed and turned back to walk.

But suddenly a voice came from behind him, as warm as the man's usual cold gaze.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, don't come unharmed......"

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He roared desperately, and the green tendons on his forehead and neck flared up, but it only became a joke in those cold eyes.

His eyes trembled as he heard the sound of soft footsteps outside the door, and a heavy rouge slowly drifted in, and his eyes trembled, and then he struggled again, but to no avail.

A woman dressed in an extremely bewitching dress walked in, saw the people in the room, smiled, and with a stroke of her hand on her chest, the whole dress fell to the ground, revealing her beautiful body. However, the skin was dotted or dark, and a few patches of fluid of unknown color were dripping.

Yuwen Xuansheng's struggle intensified.

The old lady beside the bed glanced at Yuwen Xuancang, stepped forward steadily, and gently stroked Yuwen Xuansheng's lower body with her jasper wrench, chanting words in her mouth, and then saw a huge thing rising up, which was unprecedentedly strong.

Yuwen Xuansheng's suppressed cry was heartbreaking, but everyone was stunned.

The bewitching woman squirmed forward, looked at the huge thing standing in front of her in amazement, and then climbed onto the bed and sat down slowly.

Yuwen Xuansheng's voice changed strangely, and he seemed to be crying.

Yuwen Xuancang's eyes sank: "For His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, everything is no different from that day......"

Yuwen Xuansheng glared at him and roared.

The corners of Yuwen Xuancang's lips hooked slightly: "Who has hurt her, from today onwards, this king will get her back one by one!" ”

After finishing speaking, he brushed his sleeves and left.

The heavy door closed silently again, cutting off the screams of weeping and the sound of the woman's dissoluteness.

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Yuwen Xuansheng listened to the sound of the lock hitting the echo on the stone wall, and clenched his right fist tightly.

There, there was a small beaded earring, which he had secretly removed from her ear during the archery competition many years ago.

He clutched it tightly, as if he saw her holding a bow and arrows that night, and there was nothing he could do.

And he picked up the feather arrow that had fallen at her feet, and said softly, "Come, I'll teach you ......"

Jinling ......

He closed his eyes, sparkling under his eyelashes.

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A faint shadow spread on the cold ground, and after a few turns, a roar and a metallic clang came from the depths of the darkness.

Yuwen Xuancang stopped in front of the equally heavy iron door, and when he heard the angry sound smashing the iron door, he seemed to say to himself: "It's still so full of energy." ”

The jailer could find a trace of appreciation for himself from his coldness, and hurriedly nodded: "It's all according to the prince's orders." ”

Yuwen Xuancang nodded slightly, affirming his approach.

He was so overjoyed that he even trembled with the hand holding the key, and it took him half a day to open the three huge locks.

The heavy iron door slowly opened, and the roar and metal crashing inside the door instantly roared like a huge wave, almost pushing people out of the door.

The jailer's clothes and hair were hit by this inexplicable air current, and the whole person also took several steps back.

The ground-length ends of his hair fluttered gently beside the slightly undulating hem of his robe, as if the fury of the crashing was nothing more than a breeze to him.

Yuwen Xuancang looked coldly at the person who was fixed on the erected iron shelf, and there was a touch of coldness on the corner of his lips.

When the man saw him, his eyes were almost split, and the muscles of his body bound to the shelf swelled as if they were blowing, and the iron chains that bound his whole body rattled, as if the next moment he was about to shatter the restraints and fly up to tear the snow-clad man to pieces.

However, he can only make worms that are fixed in cobwebs, and although they are quite powerful, they can only pull a few threads.

"How does Xuantian Iron taste?" Yuwen Xuancang admired his anger for a long time, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly.

His mouth was gagged, but his anger was still deafening under the agitation of internal forces.

A few jailers came in from outside the door, brought in a table and a chair, and set up a celadon tea set.

The jailer who had been accompanying him hurriedly stepped forward and poured a bowl of tea respectfully.

Yuwen Xuancang sat at the table and behaved leisurely. Picked up the teacup, lifted the lid and sniffed it shallowly, squinting his eyes slightly, as if enjoying it.

The jailer hurriedly said: "It's the new cloud, the prince's favorite drink." ”

He nodded slightly, glanced at the two people holding the gilt tray at the door, and his eyebrows sank almost invisibly.

The jailer hurriedly pulled his throat: "What are you rubbing again?" The prince is limited in time......"

The two men hurried in.

Seeing this, the people on the iron frame immediately struggled more violently, so that the sound of metal crashing echoed throughout the stone wall, which shook people's ears.

"His Royal Highness King Xiang, that's not how strength is used." Yuwen Xuancang put down the tea cup and looked deeply at the person opposite.

Yes, this person is Yuwen Xuanti.

At that time, Yuwen Xuanzheng searched the whole city and the surrounding counties and counties but did not find his whereabouts, so he fell into the hands of Yuwen Xuancang early.