Julong endured the severe pain of the heavenly fire scorching his body, rushed into the fire, and lay on Yi Yu's body panting. His back had already been wounded by sharp arrows and his flesh was blurred, and now he was burned by the flames, but he desperately wanted to use his spiritual power to untie the rope on Yi Yu's body. Yi Yu shook his head desperately, tears streaming down his face, "It's useless, it's useless...... I can't solve it with spiritual power, I tried it...... Let's go...... Your hurt ......"

"I'm already hurt, I'm already here, how can I leave empty-handed?" Julong gritted his teeth and squeezed out a painful smile, "Trust me! ”

Julong went to untie the rope with his bare hands, only to find that the rope had already adhered to his clothes and embedded in the flesh and blood of the rumor. There is also the fairy aura of the Queen Mother of the West on the rope, and she is simply bent on following the rumor. Julong cursed in his heart, did he not hesitate to take Yi Yu's life just to destroy Yi Ling? Even so, he just refused to accept his fate!

Julong raised his head violently, held Yi Yu's cheeks with both hands, and kissed her lips deeply with the tears on Yi Yu's face, and said softly "I love you" like a spring breeze blowing through Yi Yu's cheeks. I couldn't cry according to the rumors, and my eyes were full of the pain of the dragon being burned by the fire.

Julong didn't stay too long, and stabbed his atrium with the arrow in his hand that he hadn't thrown away, piercing his wrists on both hands, and shouted hoarsely with wide eyes according to the rumor, but Julong let the blood splattered on the rope. Both the rope and the heavenly fire sensed the powerful earth qi, and the power eased somewhat. Julong tore the rope with his hands in a blur of flesh and blood, accompanied by a scream, and the rumor was also a painful moan.

The rope was untied little by little, but little by little it was deeply embedded in Julong's skin. When Yi Yu was able to move a little, he pounced on Ju Long's body, and Ju Long hugged Yi Yu as if he had exhausted his life. According to the rumor, he choked up and said: "I can't live in life, I'd rather die in the same hole." ”

"Trust me, everything, everything will be fine, all right!" The heavenly fire rolled back, and the blood of the dragon couldn't last long. He raised his pale cheeks and smiled affectionately at Yi Yu, "Good daughter-in-law......"

After that, he pushed hard, and after hugging, his whole body was soaked in dragon blood, and the rumor with the breath of the earth was launched into the heavenly fire. Julong coughed a few times, knowing that he no longer had the strength to rush out. If you want to repel these heavenly fires, even if Julong runs out of blood, it will be useless. Julong clutched his throat and fell to his knees weakly. That sad smile slowly froze on his stiff face.

He fell to the ground and coughed dryly. When she looked back at Julong, the arrows of those tribesmen had already fallen on her body. She let out a low roar, her blood-colored eyes flashed, and she twisted the necks of several people in front of her in an instant. She was slightly stunned, her light brown eyes flashed with cold tears, and she called out "Julong" to tear away the crowd, but they were all repelled by the incantation in their mouths.

Haruki glanced at the dragon in the fire, let out a long cry of pain, flapped his wings and trampled on the Wu tribesmen. A dense rain of arrows fell on Haruki's body, and it struggled for a long time, and countless witch people died under its claws. In the end, Haruki was outnumbered, leaving a stumbling and lonely look, and fell to the ground with a bang. The round eyes looked in the direction of Julong, leaving blood-red tears.

"Julong is dead." Yi Ling muttered in his mind, "Julong is dead." Julong is dead......"

According to the rumor, she only felt that her head was about to explode, she looked up to the sky and roared, her gray and bruised face was covered with bloodshot rhizomes. She let out a loud shout, breaking through the witchcraft spell strongly, and the few people left in front of her became food for her blood.

It's hunger, it's revenge.

After a vicious battle, the altar was frighteningly lonely. The eerie cold, creepy screams still echoed in the air. The heavenly fire burned tirelessly, reflecting the sky as night fell. The dead corpses stood in isolation according to the rumors, the cold wind was blowing, and there would never be a warm embrace in the world that belonged to her.

She took a light step, her clothes rippling in a pool of blood, dragging a long trail of blood. Her red and brown eyes looked straight at what was on the ground not far away. With every step, her heart throbbed. The wind chimes that Julong took away from the witch doctor village lay there quietly, as if they still retained the temperature on Julong's body. Yi Yu sat on the ground, carefully holding the wind chimes, gently stroking with his face. The faint fragrance of grass seems to have never gone far......

"Gao Yang is still in the rumor." The Queen Mother of the West stood faintly not far away, "Bai Yiling? ”

"The Queen Mother spoke to you, and you didn't reply?" The maidservant beside the Queen Mother of the West reprimanded.

The Queen Mother of the West stopped her with a wave of her hand. "I can't imagine that he loves you so much that he is willing to die for you."

According to the rumor, he indulged in the tenderness of the wind chimes and did not say a word.

"Since it is providential, you can keep this life. It's just ......," the Queen Mother of the West changed her words, "You have been expelled from the divine class, and the divine bones naturally cannot be left any longer." Give our princess a ride! ”

"Yes." Several immortal servants of the big man swarmed up, but they did not resist according to the rumors.

The cold night wind shuttles through the ink-like night, and the crisp jingle of wind chimes penetrates the confinement of the years.

Looking back at the time when I was looking forward to Julong in the witch doctor's village, the sunset lazily shone on the water of the mountain stream, half of it was golden and red, half of it was translucent, and a few birds that returned late jumped from the air, clamoring to share today's harvest? Yi Yu sat in front of the window, supporting his elbows, tilting his head, stretching out his hand to pluck the small wind chimes in front of the window.

Jingle Bell, are your injuries healed?

Jingle Bell, are you looking for me in a hurry?

Jingle bells, do you miss me?

The stars are changing, and the wind and clouds are abrupt.

After the first battle in the north of the country that day, the Queen Mother of the West imprisoned the seriously injured Emperor Yan, Zhuan Xuan and Han Zhu on the main hall, and forced everyone to surrender willingly. Gao Xin led a team of men and horses, bought people's hearts, and successfully encircled and suppressed Xuanyuan.

Julong's departure made Hua Xu's hearts disheartened and the army's morale uneven, and the Queen Mother of the West and Gao Xin took it down without much effort. People can't help but wonder, at that time, the Queen Mother of the West burned according to the rumors, who was the trap set for whom? Who is it that reaps the benefits of the fisherman?

The Great Wilderness, which the Yellow Emperor spent a lifetime trying to rob, fell into the hands of Gao Xin so easily. The earnest teachings of the Queen Mother of the West have been behind the scenes as his military advisor for many years, and the world is finally theirs.

This year's winter came very early. The snow was blowing one after another, and it had covered a thick layer overnight. Gao Xin stood outside the hanging garden in a white moonlight robe, and the fluffy and crystal snowflakes on his body fell. He looked at the overgrown hanging garden with a serene expression, and an ornament made of fragments of the Yellow Emperor's spirit beads hung from his waist. He stood there for a moment, a leaf slipped, and he turned silently and left.

In this white snow, a red figure crossed over from the sky of the hanging garden, which was extremely eye-catching.

Holding the baby in his arms, he looked down at the hanging garden vacantly, then turned his face back and jumped over. It seems to be the blink of an eye, and the candle has stopped on the cliff in the territory of Shaohao, and through the ruins in front of him, it is Wushen Mountain.

The shadows of the light blue clothes on the edge of the cliff are like the sky at sunrise, quietly waiting for the ruins that she can't leave even a single step. But it is also this sky that carries the rising sun in the east and illuminates the years of the great wilderness.

"Little cutie ......" Lan Qi'er took the baby from Qi's hand, but her eyes were sad.

"What His Royal Highness has entrusted him, the slave family has done its best to complete." Qi Pi glanced at the child, "Fortunately, when the Queen Mother of the West searched the palace, she didn't attack Jingwei's child. ”

"The child is innocent after all. It is also after the Protoss, the current situation in the Great Wilderness is unstable, and if Gao Xin wants to get through this difficulty, he will inevitably need a period of recuperation. It's just ......" Lan Qi'er hugged the child and changed her words, "It's hard to follow the rumors......"

Qi Qi's eyes flashed, "The slave family still has something to ask Xian Ji ......"

Lan Qi'er had a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth, "I know it in my heart, and I will do it." ”

Lan Qi'er walked two or three steps away, turned around and said, "You really don't plan to be in person?" ”

With a wave of his sleeves, only the lonely back of a man and a beast was left.

Lan Qi'er stood in the courtyard of the Immortal Pavilion, and in front of her was a flat house. There used to be seriously injured Yiyu and Langya here, but the building was empty, but there was an abrupt tomb in front of the house.

The lonely wind still wears through the hall in the fairy pavilion. Lan Qi'er picked a blue rose and put it in front of the grave, and said quietly: "I don't know what the love is, and I don't know where the love ends." If you ask what love is, without you in the world, this life will be nothing. It's not terrible to depend on life and death, but I'm afraid that you have left, and you will live alone......"

The wind rose and fell, and the two mounds stood side by side. Here, the sound of the piano meets with the lover and stays together for life; Here, Langya spent his happiest time, and even the fragments of that time were carved with his smile.

Luo Hong was a ruthless thing, gently sliding from the temples of the clouds.

The moonlight on the Xijiang River is still intoxicating, but no outsiders are ever seen visiting.

The rumor on the left side of his face was destroyed, looking like a demon. The eyes are red and brown, sometimes crazy and sometimes quiet. At first, the people of Xijiang would come to deliberately bully Yi Yu, but they were always frightened away by the demonic Yi Ling. The homeless man on the street tried and failed, and was finally bitten off his neck by Yi Ling. The bluffing made everyone's legs tremble, but fortunately, a gust of wind rose, and there was a crisp jingling wind chime, and the light brown eyes flashed, and they were let go of them faintly.

Whenever the bright moon is in the sky, Yi Ling will sketch a picture of dancing with Langya under the moon in her mind, and her blood-colored eyes will have a night of tenderness.

Two people in one body, thinking of two different lovers with a sincere heart, engraved the true meaning of love in the eternal vicissitudes of life.

Too far away, the love of antiquity has been crushed by the iron horse. I vaguely heard the ancient voice, and sighed at the peerless desolation. The old dream is fragrant and soulful, and the heart is devoured. [END]