Up to thirty-three days, down to the Nine Yellow Springs, there has never been a love in this world, only more love.

Shaoyi suddenly remembered what he said casually with the little loach a long time ago, when he was still in the Mingxu Palace.

Because affection is too illusory, for example, at this moment, he is willing to stay with her in this nightmarish darkness, what if after hundreds of years, he suddenly does not want to?

He combed her long, loose hair through his fingers and spread it out on his legs, rubbing them one by one.

Why didn't she perish in the sea of hatred? At least he could always remember her in his heart, and the aftertaste was a little pleasant after all. But she is still alive strong, and now she dragged the second sea of hatred to die with him.

The subtle and clear sound of the wind crawled like a small worm, cutting through this silent darkness, Shao Yi turned his head to look, there was a thin layer of golden light was penetrating from the deep candle darkness, his eyes narrowed, looked down at the little loach, the light in her eyes was sad but gentle, and from there was a kind of determination.

He looked at it for a while, and suddenly called her softly: "About your father's brother's heart feather......"

He said as he removed the hand covering her mouth, and sure enough, she stopped spewing the ice barrier, staring at him intently for the next step.

Shaoyi couldn't help but laugh, suddenly grabbed her jaw, and kissed her directly, the entanglement of fire and ice seemed to hurt each other, probably his love and love in this world will always be himself, she used to be, but now it's not.

The little loach in his arms began to struggle violently again, he kissed her heavily, one hand stuck in his chin, and the other hand pressed her face, like a wriggling worm, and gradually, she finally slowly collapsed, as if she was about to faint.

Shao Yifu pressed her mouth and nose with his hand again, and said in a low voice: "You stupid and vicious little loach, our end here will end." ”

She was completely soft in his arms, unable to move, suffocating and dead silence of the dark tide withdrew, Shaoyi hugged her and turned around, facing the golden dragon that was bigger than ever, its cold and murderous eyes were glued to Xuanyi's body, hovering anxiously.

Behind it, the hem of the white-clothed warrior's coat was stained with demon blood, and he was walking towards it step by step.

Unexpectedly, there was no killing intent in his eyes, just a deep place, and his footsteps stopped three feet away, staring at him quietly.

Shaoyi thought about it for a while, and said, "I can't help her situation." ”

Fu Cang said lightly: "Then give her to me." ”

Shaoyi glanced at the restless Chunjun again, and the huge golden dragon suddenly opened its huge mouth and let out a silent roar, and extremely reluctantly turned into a blue sword, fell back into Fu Cang's palm, and was retracted into his sheath.

He took a step forward, reached out to hold Xuanyi's shoulder, and dragged her body, and she finally fell back into her arms, covered in turbidity, covered in bruises, seriously injured and unconscious, and was snatched back by him in such an embarrassment.

Fu Cang turned around and left, but heard Shaoyi say softly behind him: "If she is destroyed......

Fu Cang said slowly: "She has fallen, and when I ascend the throne of the Blue Emperor, I will ask Emperor Shaoyi for advice." ”

The nine-headed lion trembled and landed on his side, not daring to look at Xuanyi in his arms, Fu Cang stepped on the lion's back, pulled the reins, and it had to rise against the wind, avoiding all kinds of auspicious lights in the sky, and shuttling in the sea of clouds like a meteor.

The dragon princess was extremely seriously injured, and her injuries were not others, it was he who brought her, and it was Chunjun who brought it to her.

Fu Cang took out the dragon scales she had fallen off from her sleeve and had fallen into the belly of the snake, they had long since become crumbling pieces, and they were blown away by the turbid wind. She snuggled into his arms like no bones, her eyes were closed, her lips were as red as snow, and the crimson warrior suit on her body had long been soaked in blood. The infinite counterattack of the cannon fodder female supporting role

For the sake of her sword path that he broke through again and again, he could never imagine that one day he would become a sharp weapon that almost killed her.

Chunjun was the sword of heaven cast by the emperor himself in order to deal with the Gonggong Maharaja, and he was extremely hostile to the depraved breath of the gods, so he had such a strong reaction to her.

Its sword qi god blocked the spear of the old tiger lord for her, and its sword qi dragon also bit her to the point of being seriously injured and endangered today. Just like him, he loves her and can really hurt her.

She always told him nothing.

But those don't matter, if you don't tell, don't tell, Yang Feng Yin, face to face and one behind the other, you have to force yourself to carry everything down, let them be left by her - it doesn't matter, don't fall, be a demon king, don't be destroyed.

Fu Cang pressed her head in his arms and hugged him tightly, not leaving him.

*

Xuanyi woke up again, and all she saw was the greenery, and in a trance she thought that she was back in the Qingdi Palace, and only the trees there would be so crazy and arrogant that the trees would be green. She blinked in confusion, only to realize that she was sitting under an inexplicably dense mortal tree, whose fallen leaves fell to the ground like a waterfall, and the leaves seemed to glow.

A pair of familiar arms wrapped tightly around her behind him, and the pure jun on his waist was humming with murderous intent again.

Xuanyi was stunned for a long time, struggled slightly, and there was a sharp pain in his waist from the dragon scales falling off, several pieces of pitch-black dragon scales slid on his legs, and the pitch-black turbidity rose from the wound that had not yet grown, and the humming sound of Chunjun was even louder.

Hey, he still came, every time he came when she was ready to be heroic, it was really shameless.

She slowly raised her hand and fumbled to cover Fu Cang's eyes: "Don't look at it." ”

Fu Cang held her hand, held down the almost crazy Chunjun with the other hand, lowered his head and kissed her thick long hair: "It hasn't changed." ”

The shell hasn't changed, the inside has changed.

Xuanyi flicked her wrist, and the candle shaded white snow was as dark as the deepest night, in fact, she really preferred white snow.

"You bite me with Chunjun. She grumbled softly, but it didn't sound like she was angry at all, "It hurts." ”

Fu Cang closed his eyes: "Who told you to be disobedient." ”

Xuanyi couldn't help but twist his head, his brows furrowed: "Are you still planning to use this stupid sword to bite me?"

Fu Cang shook his head, didn't speak, and pressed her head back into his arms.

The injuries on his back and abdomen seemed to have become numb, or it could be that she was used to the pain, Xuanyi slowly picked at the few remaining cloud patterns on his neckline with his nails, paused for a while, and suddenly said: "If there is an emperor who comes to kill me, can you not look at it?"

If he sadly dies with him, she will be too evil, or he will be spiritually damaged or something, and no one will go to the lower realm to settle the cause for him this time. Hey, the Nether, the two of them have an inexplicable fate with the Nether, and I don't know what's good about this noisy and noisy place.

Fu Cang's arms tightened suddenly, almost breaking her bones, she made an "oops" sound in pain, she has no dragon scales at this time, can it be lighter?

"Don't say that again. He lowered his voice, "Don't say another word." ”

(Zilang Literature)