Wu Ying was enraged by that gaze, and a distant killing wave rose in his dark eyes, and he was quickly forcibly suppressed.

He said coldly: "Better than you, your umbrella and eyes, I will take one of them." ”

After speaking, his eyes looked directly at her pitch-black pupils, and said in a tone that was extremely serious: "This time, I will do whatever it takes!"

did not talk about the past protection in the hands of the national teacher, because for him, it was his mission to protect her, and it was his heart to bully her.

At the mention of the words umbrella and eyes, Shangguan Tang's eyebrows also cooled down, but there was still no trace of war.

If you look at the cultivation, now Wu Ying is in the middle of the Tongyuan Dynasty, and he is on a par with Shangguan Tang.

But Wu Ying said that he would do whatever it took to ......

So he brought her a gift.

The corners of Wu Ying's mouth were slightly hooked, and with a malicious smile, he threw the half-human-long huge spring silkworm Gu in his hand casually.

The Spring Silkworm Gu, which was originally weak under his five fingers, writhed wildly in an instant the moment he broke away.

The blade-like hundred-legged frantically cut through the air, and the eyes on the back of countless flesh turned back and forth, and from the organ in his body, a piercing and sharp sound of insects erupted.

Its countless eyes didn't seem to be stimulated by the red clothes, and after landing on the ground, it crawled frantically in the direction of Shangguan Tang.

However, before he could climb a meter away, there was a sound of thunder and lightning that cracked inch by inch.

Soon the smell of burnt fire was in the air.

Black blood peeled off the flesh, and a baby's skull, oozing with beads of blood, rolled out of it.

Ghost Baby!

Shangguan Tang's pupils shrank!

Looking at the ghost baby on the ground, which was not protected by the spring silkworm Gu's physical body, screamed miserably under the sun, constantly melting into a pool of blood.

Her face changed slightly, and she hurriedly pointed out.

This finger did not have any lethal power, but it made a warm blood mist condense in the blood water.

The blood mist wound up her pale and slender fingertips, completely different from the aura of the evil ghost baby, but emitted this gentle, powerful, and long-lasting aura.

Shangguan Tang looked at the blood mist breath on his fingertips in a daze, as if something sad had soaked into his heart, making people suffocate uncomfortably.

"This ...... What is it?"

Wu Ying's distant gaze fell on her fingertips, and he slowly closed his eyes, hiding all the emotions in the depths of his eyes under his eyes.

He said coldly, "What can make you lose me." ”

The big red blood umbrella was behind him, and now Shangguan Tang was standing under the sky of this Yong'an city.

But there was no rain in the sky, only the purple thunder roared in the sky, dyeing the entire sky with a layer of deep purple.

Before the rain fell, it was naturally difficult to fight.

She had no intention of fighting, and at this moment, there was only this wisp of blood mist wrapped in her eyes.

A trace of impatience finally flashed between Wu Ying's eyebrows, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The wisp of blood mist wrapped around her fingertips suddenly deviated from her fingertips and drifted in the direction of Wu Ying.

Shangguan Tang's eyebrows sank, his eyes rose, and he saw that Wu Ying had an extra blood gourd in his hand at some point.

The mouth of the gourd was wide open, and it was sucking that blood mist into it.

Seeing this scene, Shangguan Tang's eyes suddenly became cold, and his face was full of slaughter!

Where is there still a half shadow of the sad past.

The big red official robe was like blood, dancing without wind.

Wu Ying raised his eyebrows slightly, and plugged the mouth of the blood gourd bottle. The world doesn't know that Wu Ying of Yue Kingdom actually has such a peculiar blood gourd.

Therefore, on weekdays, this blood gourd must be in the arms of unknown income or space rings.

But today, in front of Shangguan Tang, he collected the blood mist, but he didn't rush to put away the blood gourd, but pinned it generously to his waist, and his eyes met her face without fear.

Shangguan Tang's face was cold and solemn for a moment, and then disappeared with the silence of the calm official robe.

She took off the blood umbrella behind her with her backhand, slowly lowered her head, looked at the blood umbrella in her hand and whispered: "No need to compare, I lost." ”

With that, she stretched out her arms and threw them.

This forbidden blood umbrella that had existed in her eyes since she was born was thrown to Wu Ying so easily.

Wu Ying took the big red blood umbrella and opened it with satisfaction.

Blood umbrella, red maple, black clothes.

The natural scenery makes Wu Ying feel good.

The crimson maple leaves are swept up by the wind and float quietly on the surface of the umbrella.

Not long ago, he came in a hurry in a rage.

Now, I am satisfied with the umbrella and returned.

Only the red-clothed shadow is left alone in this world of crimson forest leaves.

She took out the box of dust again, cradled it into her arms, and leaned back slowly.

With the blood-colored clothes fluttering, she fell into the crimson leaves.

She opened her eyes and watched the purple thunder and lightning in the sky gradually subside.

When night falls, the clouds and the moon and the earth, the locks are thousands of heavy, and the Milky Way seems to be separated by eternal years.

The autumn mood of the chirping, the world is vast, and she can only hold the old soil alone and wait for the return of those who wander in the unknown place.

The night wind rolled up a piece of maple leaves, and just one maple leaf gently covered one of her eyes, as if to persuade her to close her eyes and rest.

From the day of the continuous blood and rain, she has never closed her eyes and fallen asleep in the spring and autumn of Dajin for a few years.

Even if she slept with him inexplicably that night, she just watched him quietly all night.

To this day, feeling the familiar atmosphere in the old soil, and the extreme discomfort of the departure of the blood umbrella that she had accompanied her for many years and did not allow others to touch, she slowly closed her beautiful eyes in the dark night......

The moment you close your eyes, you fall into a deep sleep.

The soul traveled through time, and returned tens of thousands of years ago, when she saw a big red begonia in the lone-born secluded fence......

........................

Far away in ancient Lingtiansu, he was turning over a snow-capped mountain at this moment, and he looked up at the sky thoughtfully, feeling inexplicably sad.

Su Xie stretched out his hand to pat the snowflakes above his head, and said: "When you get to the next Snow City, you must remember to buy an umbrella, one can cover the snow, and the other can block the blood, you will have this set of clothes left for you by Dumping, it is inconvenient to change and wash if it is dirty." ”

Snow, it is the cold snow of the north.

Blood, is the demon blood of the north.

Ling Tiansu glanced back at the quiet Mu Ziwu, nodded, and said slowly: "Yes, it's time to buy an umbrella......

Driving all the way, Ling Tiansu actually found several groups of people from the Northern Clan in this cold area, and his double knives were enough to drink blood.

I just don't know why......

Before entering the northern realm, he had not met a single northern man.

And now that I have driven along the way, I have met more people from the Northern Clan than there are cultivators in Kyushu.

Ling Tiansu secretly frowned and pondered, wondering what this group of people were looking for?

If the target is him...... Why haven't you met them outside the North?

And the deeper they went to the north, the more dense the traces of the northern clan became, and even Shuangrong and Li Yiyi sensed that something was wrong with this matter.

In Shuangrong's impression, this son of the Ye family is by no means a murderer.

But along the way, he killed countless demons, and without any conflict and dialogue, he directly drew his knife and killed.

Shuangrong faintly guessed that the Tianhuang Mountain where Yue'er was staying must have undergone a great change.

Su Xie's eyes suddenly froze, standing on top of the snow-capped mountain and leaning over to look at a valley below, she stretched out her hand and pointed to the valley and said.

"In the valley, there are people. ”

Then he frowned again, and said with a strange face: "This valley is a little strange, the outside world is full of glaciers and snow, and the ice and snow are melting below, and the temperature does not seem to be as cold as the outside world, it is really strange, such an environment, there are no green plants and grass." ”

Ling Tiansu's face was a little embarrassed and strange, and he secretly glanced at Mu Ziwu behind him.

Shuangrong glanced in the direction she knew, and then smiled: "In the ancient land, it is not strange that there are any strange scenes, you see, although there are no green plants and weeds in the valley here, isn't there a cold plum tree blooming there?"

Su Xie didn't look at that Hanmei, but touched his smooth chin and looked at Ling Tiansu, who had become a little humble at some point.

Ling Tiansu sweated profusely in his heart, coughed dryly, and quickly changed the topic and said: "That person has the breath of the Northern Clan, this time I will go and capture him alive." ”

In his heart, he secretly said that it was not good, his brain was really funny, and he actually put his son in this valley.

This emptiness in my heart......

However, the change in this valley must have been caused by the strange ice bed that the hermit had taken away that day.

In those days, he was confined to a bed of ice, and he sensed that the cold of the wind and snow in this valley did not come from the falling snow in the sky and the cold in the air, but from the ice bed.