In the middle of the night

The vast starry sky has no bright moon, and the stars turn into a majestic Milky Way, and the starlight is shining, devouring people's minds.

And a pair of black eyes did not enter the countless stars, but only the reflection was pitch black.

The man had difficulty sleeping, even though he had long since had no sleep to relieve the weariness of his body.

But tonight, for the first time he wanted to fall asleep like this, he was really a little tired, a tiredness that haunted his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"Well, where did Yue'er go..."

Li Xue opened her mouth softly, looking a little nervous, she felt a little scary about Ming Bufan's current appearance.

At this time, Ming Bufan was wearing tattered clothes, and his long gray hair was scattered casually.

The silent appearance really made this mortal woman feel a little scared, and Lin Yue'er's disappearance, as well as the previous incident, she didn't know, so she was very suspicious now.

Ming Bufan glanced at her, but it made Li Xue's heart skip a beat, and then he turned his head silently and continued to stare into the void.

Although this man's face is extremely resolute, a trace of imperceptible fragility was discovered by the careful Li Xue.

"It turns out that this man will be sad too. ”

Li Xue felt very strange, especially Ming Bufan's long half-white hair, which looked like a life loss, what happened to make him look like this.

And the ruins in front of you are even more difficult to figure out.

Could it be that some saint fought a big battle?

Her exaggerated conjectures.

Then he cautiously asked Ming Bufan again, but then Ming Bufan was silent.

After asking a few more questions, there was no answer from Ming Bufan, she also hid to the side and fell asleep, she was already sleepy, her body curled up under a boulder, and a small piece of fur was wrapped around her body, or this could dispel some of the cold.

Ming Bufan is still in a daze.

"Hong Qing, in what mood do you survive in the world?"

He felt that he was too timid, but he felt that it was the best outcome, he was just a mortal, how could he be.

From beginning to end, Ming Bufan believed that he was an ordinary person and a person who was about to die.

And what madness did was the only thing he regretted in his life.

Think so, think.

He was angry. Pulling out the bronze dagger, one was stabbed on the thigh, and then the blood burst out like a spring.

This pain did not make any waves.

The pain is almost irrelevant.

Ming Bufan suddenly found that there was nothing left to torture himself.

The pain has long been accustomed, and this feeling of entanglement in the heart cannot be left behind.

He began to get agitated.

Although there are no living creatures in the surrounding area, it is very quiet.

But the countless thoughts in his heart did come out of this tranquility.

"You coward, what about mortals, can't you have women if you're an ordinary man!!"

"Fart, it's not enough for you to slander someone's innocence, do you want to ruin her life? You will be freed in less than ten years, but what about her, do you remember Hong Qing's eyes!!!"

"Ahhh!!!hhh

Ming Bufan's head is about to explode.

Anger mixed with endless things abounded.

He felt like he was going crazy again.

Frantically clutching his hair, he fell into confusion.

He, a big man, is also starting to feel uncomfortable.

"No, it's not going to go on like this!!"

Ming Bufan kept reminding himself, and another figure appeared in his mind.

He began to despair of himself.

"Sure enough, I'm a demon in my bones!!"

But after feeling like this, his chest felt much better.

That's right, he's starting to admit that he's a demon, and that the demon can do everything, and that the demon doesn't have any special emotions.

He rightly thought so.

Finally, he crossed himself out of his mortal identity and into the demon.

This contains a strange meaning to himself, that is, if he is still a mortal, there is still a glimmer of hope in his heart to see his relatives again, and the devil ..... That's no longer possible.

"Hahaha, Adversary, Adversary!!"

"I'm finally a devil!!!"

His poignant laughter woke Li Xue up.

Looking at Ming Bufan's blood-stained body again, Li Xue was a little scared, but as a woman, she could clearly feel that Ming Bufan was suffering an unspeakable pain again.

Although I can't say it, I can't tell it, but the pain is obvious, it is a terrible pain that can make a man bend his knees.

Unconsciously, Li Xue also had a trace of tears in her eyes, this man was a little distressing.

Finally, Ming Bufan suppressed the emotions in his heart, pulled out the broken sword and short sword, and danced according to the appearance of Hong Qing in his memory.

At this time, the bright moon slowly turned out of the top of the mountain, and the cold light shone obliquely, like a white frost.

Treading lightly, the sword is like supporting the water, and it is slightly crossed.

Then he was lucky, suddenly masculine, and the qi wave exploded, but in an instant, his feet retreated, and the cyan short sword stabbed in the void.

The sword momentum contains a mystical meaning.

Ming Bufan's heart was empty, and a wonderful feeling diffused in his heart.

And then at the end, the sword momentum was complete, and a starry light emerged.

The cloth bag on his waist agitated, and a black spiritual root jumped out, which was Hong Qing's spiritual root.

All the starlight is infused into the spiritual root.

"Brother Ming....." The spiritual root was suspended in the air, trembling slightly, and a somewhat cowardly voice spoke, Ming Bufan's eyes widened, it was Hong Qing's voice.

"You ....." was silent

"Brother Ming, don't be surprised, this is the last trace of strength of Guyunxia's predecessors, I just want to say one word to you, life is a lifetime, you must cherish it in time, it is actually a monk who has practiced for ten thousand years, if you can't be alone, then it's better to die with her!!"

Ming Bufan's eyes shook, and he thought of Gu Yunxia's experience, which was different from Hong Qing.

"Brother Ming, don't think so much, because you are a peerless person who replaces the ground, and I have always admired ......."

The words are not finished.

The spirit core turned into ashes, and bits of starlight floated out of it, merging into the two swords.

"Is it a lifetime to cherish in time?"

"Only ten years .... Is that okay?"

Ming Bufan didn't know the result.

But he has one thing that must be done, which is to bring this Qinghong back to the tomb of the person Hong Qing loves, and tell one thing, that is, Hong Qing has become a sword saint!!