After Ling Xue heard Ning Dong'er finish speaking, when she was groaning, several figures in the late stage of the Soul Forging Realm also appeared in the shadows around her, although they did not have the strength of the True King Realm, but they were also extremely close, and they also had the royal Dao Qi sealed by the Feather Emperor on their bodies, and their strength was very strong, no less than King Li's younger brother King Xuanbing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

One of the old men said in a low voice: "Miss Ling, Ji Wushuang's strength is unfathomable, and the six King Realm cultivators he accompanied this time are also very unusual, it is likely that at least half of them have the strength of a true king, please think twice." ”

His short, stiff mustache was stained with frost and snow, his tan eyes were deeply sunken in his sockets, his gray hair was slightly messy in the cold wind, and everyone else was silent when he spoke, looking like the highest ranking among the elders of the eight major sects of the Li Kingdom.

Ling Xue looked at the shadow space filled with night intentionally or unintentionally, and said meaningfully: "Xuanting wants to kill Ji Wushuang, and he also wants to kill me, Xuanting is not stupid, on the contrary, the Emperor Xuanting is still known as having no last resort." If it were me, if I wanted to kill Ji Wushuang, I would inevitably use the power of the Imperial Realm. ”

"Similarly, Emperor Yu is willing to let me come to Tianyun Kingdom, and naturally he also has the backhand to deal with the Emperor of Xuanting, am I right?"

No one answered, only the howling north wind and the rustling sound of falling snow in heaven and earth.

Although neither King Li nor Emperor Yu said anything, Ling Xue understood that at least one emperor in the Feather Realm had come to the Tianyun Kingdom to protect himself secretly, otherwise the Tianyun Kingdom was so dangerous, and they would never let themselves put themselves in danger easily.

"Since you are sure to protect me in the hands of Xuanting, you must also be sure that there will be no accidents on my trip, I believe that the layout of the Yu Emperor has been unfolded, and if I unfortunately die at this time, he will definitely be very troubled. Ling Xue muttered to herself.

The gray-haired old man couldn't help but laugh at Ling Xue's rogue statement, and finally said, "I don't know if there is a backhand, but if Miss Ling encounters any danger, we will definitely do our best to help." ”

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The pavilion is full of heavy snow, and it seems to be silent under the hazy moonlight, and the begonia flowers around it have already fallen in the cold of midwinter, but the branches are covered with snow at this moment, and it seems to be a sea of white flowers in the dim light.

Countless black crows rested on the branches, lazily resting under a crescent moon.

On the mountain in the distance of the Falling Moon Pavilion, Situ sat on the stone, overlooking the snowflake-filled pavilion below, the tall figure looked extremely dark in the light and shadow of the silver moon, he touched the knife on his waist, and remembered that before Ling Xue went to the Huabao Meeting, he asked her how sure she was, and her confident answer was amazing, "Ten percent".

Unscrewing the wine bag and taking a few sips, he grinned, and couldn't help but look forward to what kind of wonderful expression would appear on that beautiful face when Ling Xue found out that Ji Wushuang was Chen Yifan, who had saved her life three times.

Ji Wushuang stood on the pavilion in a white robe, looking at the black crow standing on the snow-white branches.

The night was getting darker, but he wasn't in a hurry.

She dared to break into the Longtan Tiger's Den of Tianyun Kingdom, Ji Wushuang didn't believe that she didn't dare to come to this small Falling Moon Pavilion.

Originally, he didn't want to meet her, but when he remembered the moment of light in her eyes when she mentioned Ke Yimeng, he suddenly became a little interested, wanting to see how this peerless emperor should have both, or choose one of the two.

He couldn't help but think of the man from his previous life.

He went from not knowing Fengyue at the beginning, to finally understanding what love is, how to love someone, and now he is cold and ruthless, all thanks to her.

By now, he has disdained the so-called love between men and women in the world.

When love reaches the depths, it is a bond.

The deeper the bond, the more obvious his weaknesses will be.

If you can cut off the love thread, you can transcend the dust and reach an invincible state in your own world.

He doesn't want to have any weakness anymore and live a new life, he doesn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past, he wants to cut off the demons in his heart and cut everything that can become a weakness.

Since ancient times, men and women have been in love, and he believes that after the wisdom sword cuts the love silk, the so-called love between men and women will also disappear.

He closed his eyes and quietly felt the cold of this moment, only this coldness could suppress the fire of the demons in his heart.

When he was about to enter the empty light, he suddenly heard a crisp voice.

It turned out to be a few red plums in the corner of the pavilion, blooming alone in the cold wind.

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

He smiled slightly, looking at the graceful figure under the pavilion.

The umbrella in his hand is deeper than the night, and the white clothes on his body are clearer than the bright moon.

Here she comes.

Ling Xue looked at this familiar figure on the pavilion, a pair of beautiful starry eyes couldn't help but widen, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say.

She stared at Ji Wushuang's smiling face tightly, and even though the wind and snow were chaotic, she couldn't block her gaze full of disbelief.

Until she finally confirmed the identity of the person on the pavilion, her body suddenly became a little stiff, and she said with a complicated expression: "Yifan...... Wushuang, what a good name you have come up with. ”

She originally came with the mood of meeting the enemy of life and death, but she didn't expect that the person she finally saw turned out to be the benefactor who saved her life three times.

Bixiao is this benefactor, and now she has become an enemy who wants to kill her sweetheart.

The complex taste is really hard to describe.

Ji Wushuang smiled slightly and said, "I didn't expect that the person you wanted to save was Ke Yimeng. ”

Ling Xue's curvy and seductive chest rose and fell slightly, and after trying to calm down, she finally asked, "Why did you kill her?"

She still has the last fantasy, she hopes that Ji Wushuang will have a last resort to kill Ke Yimeng, if so, maybe there is room for maneuver, and she doesn't have to face her benefactor with a sword.

"If you want to cut affection, you should first have affection. Ji Wushuang did not speak at length, but was extremely short, and his tone was calm, as if he was stating a trivial fact.

Ling Xue was disappointed by his answer, and his rightful calmness made her even more furious, and she looked at him with angry eyes.

"Just for this broken reason, you can't bear to let the woman who was once devoted to you go through countless upheavals, bear the pain of betrayal and separation, and even let her feel the pain of being killed by the hands of her loved ones?!"

"It's not a broken reason, on the contrary, I think it's a very good reason. There are some things that can only be realized by personal experience, you may not understand it now, but it doesn't matter, you just need to understand that for those who achieve great things, affection is the way to death, even if it is thin, it will leave the heart demons in the future, only ruthlessness can have real courage. ”

"Why are most sentient beings chess pieces in the hands of others? Why can chess players abandon their children like dust and master the world, here is the difference between affection and ruthlessness, after all, you are still too young. ”

Ji Wushuang's expression was calm, and his tone was light, but every word was stirring Ling Xue's nerves. (To be continued.) )