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"Then you will die like this. ”

Xuan Yan's eyes were indifferent, there was no expression on his face, and his hand was squeezed suddenly.

This surging white fire will leave in an instant.

The 'severe wind' will be completely swallowed up.

The 6 pressures outside the edge of the Three Realms, seeing this scene, suddenly condensed at this moment.

Seeing this white light, he was worried about the wind... He didn't know if Xuan Yan's white fire would cause injuries to Yan Feng.

The white fire burned the soul, and a terrible roar came from the white fire.

This voice... It's the voice of 'Severe Wind'.

But after a few breaths, the voice began to change...

It was an old voice.

A streamer of light flew out of the white fire in an instant, went straight in the other direction, and disappeared in an instant.

And Xuan Yan, with a cold look in his eyes, also stepped out in one step, chasing the streamer.

That streamer is the oracle that came out of Yan Feng's body!

A figure, floating quietly, the wind... Close your eyes at the moment.

The ancestral gods around them all frowned and looked at Yan Feng with caution in their eyes... Although they knew that the oracle was no longer in Yan Feng's body at this moment.

But the previous resignation was the fear that this body of the harsh wind had brought upon them!

In their hearts, there is still fear.

And the harsh wind at this moment... Again, slowly opened his eyes.

This time... It's a real harsh wind.

The moment Yan Feng opened his eyes, he did not hesitate at all.

He didn't care about the sight around him, and he didn't care about the people around him.

There is eagerness in the eyes!

In an instant, one step out.

The figure disappeared in place, and the next moment, it appeared directly at the entrance outside the Three Realms.

At this moment, even if the ancient gods were beside him, he didn't have the slightest time to take care of it.

There was only one person in his mind!

He's going to... Go to her side!

"Cher... Wait for me, wait for me!"

One more step, Yan Feng directly stepped into the Three Realms!

As Yan Feng stepped into the Three Realms, an invisible force suddenly appeared in the entire Three Realms.

Mountains and rivers seem to have recovered from stagnation.

The ancient gods, with Yan Feng stepping into the Three Realms, also stepped into it one by one.

Severe wind... It is the source of the Three Realms.

The source of the realm is the strict wind!

Once the severe wind awakens, it means that the boundary source of the Three Realms has awakened, as long as the boundary source is restored.

Then they, the ancient gods, will no longer have any problems stepping into the Three Realms.

In the Penglai Wonderland, on that small island.

Yanran half-knelt on the ground, and in her arms, Lin Xue'er's big red dress was already soaked with blood.

Bai Mi also woke up and stood aside with Jiuye, with a sad expression.

Lin Xue'er, blood... Flowing from the corners of her mouth, her soul was dissipating little by little.

Looking at the skyrim with a sweet smile on his face.

She's waiting... Wait for someone.

Waiting for his husband, waiting for his father-in-law... Take her home.

(End of chapter)

There is no change today, and the reasons are as follows!

Dongliu was originally written, but back and forth... I feel that I am not satisfied with what I wrote today, and after thinking about it for a long time, I still deleted it, and I really didn't dare to send it.

You also know that the story of Yan Feng and Xue'er ushered in the biggest choice, a thousand years of love, Dongliu does not dare to be sloppy, I hope you... Give the East a little time.

Thank you!

Chapter 910: My name is Lin Xue'er.

On the small island of Penglai, the wind blows lightly. [Latest chapter reading: 】

Flower rain, fallen leaves.

Falling one after another...

A white light, coming from the sky, directly swept through Penglai's Void Array, and landed on this island.

The white light dissipated, and it was a person... Yes, Grim Wind!

"Cher!"

Ten zhang distance, two people... It's only ten feet apart.

One step out, Yan Feng came to Xue'er's side, from Yanran's hands... took over Lin Xue'er.

Bai Mi, Nine Nights, Yanran...

At this moment, when they saw the severe wind, they all left quietly.

Looking at Lin Xue'er, who was covered in blood, Yan Feng's whole body was stunned!

"Wood... You, you're coming. ”

Lin Xue'er tried to open her eyes, the blood on the side of her mouth kept flowing out, and she wanted to think clearly about the face of the man in front of her.

Want... This face, forever and ever, is engraved in my heart.

Eternal life and eternity, life and eternity.

"I'm in... I'm coming. ”

The wind is severe, the eyes are red, and the tears ... Falling from the corner of the eye.

No matter what happens, Yan Feng... Never shed a tear.

"Wood doesn't cry~ Cher... I like to look at the wood and smile. ”

Lin Xue'er's hand trembled slightly, and finally landed on the corner of Yan Feng's eyes, for him... Wiped away that tear.

Yan Feng raised his hand to grab Lin Xue'er's hand and took a deep breath.

Again... A gentle smile appeared on his face.

"Wood... Cher wants to go home. ”

Lin Xue'er leaned into Yan Feng's arms, her voice so weak that she could barely hear it.

"Go home... I'll take you home!"

Yan Feng picked Lin Xue'er up and looked up at the sky.

"Cher... I want to go back to our bamboo forest, to our hut. ”

Lin Xue'er, the voice came out intermittently.

Her soul was constantly dissipating, and the blood was falling little by little along the corners of her skirt.

Yan Feng, step out.

At this moment, he doesn't care about Penglai, no matter what Su Ming is, no matter how the ancient gods come.

Regardless of the Three Realms, regardless of Luo Tian!

Everything... At this moment, in Yan Feng's eyes, they are all inconsequential existences.

In his eyes... Only his wife!

She is all she has!

The wind, rustling.

Lingzhou in the Northern Regions, this is the place name in ancient times.

It was a land floating above the sea, and here... Bamboo leaves are always present in all seasons.

In the middle of a bamboo forest.

There is a sword light settled, and the wind is severe... Lin Xue'er appeared here with Lin Xue'er in his arms.

Nothing has changed in the slightest.

Look at the cabin, look at the little stream that runs through the woods.

The water is still flowing quietly, and a few bamboo leaves are falling on it, quiet and peaceful.

Blood dripped from the big red dress.

Lin Xue'er snuggled in Yan Feng's arms, her eyes tired, looking at everything in front of her.

All... It's so familiar.

It's as if you've gone back thousands of years, as if... Back to the past of the two.

Remembered... The bits and pieces of that past.

Yan Feng looked at everything in front of him, looking at this bamboo forest, and his heart was already full of cuts.

"Wood... Let Cher come down, okay?"

Lin Xue'er's hand wrapped around Yan Feng's neck.

Yan Feng took a deep breath, nodded, and then slowly put Lin Xue'er down.

Lin Xue'er... At this moment, it is like a return to the light.

His spirit was much better, he was already able to stand firmly, and his face was even more bloody.

Dressed in a big red dress, Lin Xue'er took a few steps back and looked at Yan Feng.

"Wood ~ Xue'er remembers that you like to watch me dance the neon dress and feather dance the most. ”

Lin Xue'er's voice came out softly, and there was a charming smile on her face at the moment.

hands, slowly raised.

Tea... Dance.

Soaring!

In this bamboo forest, there seems to be a song of neon clothes and feathers.

With this dance, the entire bamboo forest was drunk.

Yan Feng looked at the people in front of him, at the beautiful face in the city, at the smile with a tuft of smile, and at the elegant and graceful dancing.

There is unconcealed sadness in his eyes!

Suddenly...

Lin Xue'er's figure suddenly froze, and the blood color that originally appeared on her face suddenly dissipated.

A mouthful of blood, suddenly spit out!

"Cher!"

Yan Feng's face changed greatly, and he stepped forward to take Lin Xue'er, who was about to fall to the ground, into his arms.

Blood spilled out of Lin Xue'er's body.

In a short time, the whole grass was dyed red!

"Cher... Did Cher dance well?"

Lin Xue'er, looking at Yan Feng's face, she wanted to reach out and touch his face.

But... It can't be done anymore.

"Well... My Cher, the best jumper. ”

Yan Feng held Lin Xue'er tightly in his arms, looking extremely nervous.

Stroking her long hair...

Lin Xue'er had a sweet smile on her face.

This laughs... On that pale face, there was no color at all.

"Really... Yes?"

"Really. ”

Yan Feng looked at Lin Xue'er in his arms, his eyes were red, tears were rolling in him, and he still forcibly maintained that gentle smile on his face.

"Wood..."

Lin Xue'er looked at Yan Feng, looking at this face, how much she thought... It has always been like this, looking at him forever and ever.

Do your laundry for him, cook for him, do everything for him.

This moment... The tears in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.

"Cher... Cher can't bear you. ”

"Well... Love you. ”

"Cher... I want to be with you forever, forever, in our little ... Tiny house. ”

Lin Xue'er's voice was faint little by little, and tears flowed down with blood.

Yan Feng, holding back the tears in his eyes, looked at Lin Xue'er in his arms with a smile, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Cher will be fine. ”

"With me here, I must... It's going to be fine!"

Lin Xue'er, leaning in Yan Feng's arms, with eyes in her eyes