readx;? Is that you?

Stepping on the frost of the season, is it you?

In the cold night, I grabbed a corner with loneliness

At the dawn of the morning, I touched my life to the dewdrops

Is that you?

The years are like a brood, and the truth is like a flocculent

Perhaps those encounters covered with green dragonflies and red agate have been eclipsed

The green words have also become legends in the streamer

The fate falls into the sea, and the sea is tired

The fate is prosperous, and the prosperity will cover the footprints of decadence

Put it down

Put your pain into the old days

Let all kinds of attachments in the past be completely clouded into ashes

Leave the river that broke your wings

Let the mottled long sentences burn the shiver that you can't let go

When it's cold

Learn to talk to the bluebird who stayed behind about the song

Use a bottle of clear spring to store the silver glow of the moonlight

Sticking to the season

Fall asleep quietly

When it is scorching

Think of yourself as the wings of a goshawk

Fly away from that sad name

In the cloud

Rest close to the brightest star

In the pit of the crypt, a melodious female voice flew gracefully, and the Warcraft King, who endured the itching and pain of the bee chrysalis, seemed to have returned to tens of thousands of years of loneliness, ten thousand years of vicissitudes, ten thousand years of loneliness, ten thousand years of pain, ten thousand years of tiredness, and the scenes played back in front of his eyes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The despair and trembling that he had been deceived by the Demon Clan, the despair and trembling that he had been imprisoned by the Protoss, the disappointment of the Great Demon Doctor and the re-waiting for the Demon Venerable's salvation were all presented in front of his eyes in the singing of Lan Shuge.

The lonely pit time, on the long road of cultivation, seemed to be a white horse passing through a gap, and the moment of loneliness, meeting the Demon Venerable Takilan was the beginning of his wonderful life.

Again and again, again and again, the ancient sound power released by Lan Shuge was unprecedented, and the peak soul power of the early Mahayana period was like a beam of warmth in the depths of the crypt, pulling the Warcraft King Blazing into an illusory sleeping world after being imprisoned.

The Warcraft King felt that he had lived for tens of thousands of years, almost the same life as heaven and earth, as if it was the first time he had heard such a pleasant song, he forgot the cone pain caused by the clattering bee chrysalis devouring behind him, forgot tens of thousands of years of unwillingness and irritability, and even forgot the arrogance of the great monk he had worked hard to maintain, and his soul completely entered the world of songs.

Finally, he relaxed his body and gave up resistance, and the huge demon bird's head hung down on the black scales in front of his neck, closed his big dark eyes, and fell into a deep sleep!

Soul sleep!

This is the first time that Lan Shuge has performed the soul sleep magic power on a Mahayana monk after comprehending the complete ancient sound skills, this is a kind of control of the soul, Blazing is a monk in the early stage of the Mahayana period, and only Lan Shuge's divine consciousness beyond his Yuan Shen power can make him irresistibly fall into a deep sleep, at this moment, Lan Shuge, the body has recovered the light attribute of the Yuan Force, and the ancient sound skills comprehended have also been perfectly interpreted, next, it is time to make the final connection of the broken wing bones of the transparent wings, and stitch up the broken wings.

In the Great Crypt Pit.

Unconsciously, Qiu Ru followed the countless bee chrysalis to clean up and nourish the fiery folded wings of the Demon Beast King, and slowly closed her beautiful eyes in the melodious and ethereal singing.

Ten thousand years of loneliness, thinking of the 30,000 years she has been with the living soul flower, Qiu Ru also felt very deeply and fell asleep. The layer of demon elf defense magic shield she released suddenly turbulent a few times, and then, motionless, as if she had also entered a psychedelic world and did not want to wake up.

The rays of light released by the Flame of the Demon Beast King on the walls of the pit also became much slower, and they no longer rampaged.

The whole cavern pit fell into a psychedelic sleep.

At this moment, Lan Shuge flew up, and nine hundred and eighty-one spirit needles had already flown out of his fingertips, unlike before, these spirit needles were slender and short, with long transparent silk on their tails!

Eighty-one and the spirit needle flew and circled on the blazing back of the Demon Beast King with transparent silk, and when they encountered tiny meridians, Lan Mingge's fingertips flew out of the spirit needle and swam and stitched, and when they encountered the broken transparent bones, the transparent silk came in handy, little by little, under the traction of Lan Mingge's spirit needle, it was glued in strict accordance with the gap, and then, the fingers flew, and the stitching was extremely meticulous.

The blazing huge body, the invisible transparent wings gradually stretched, and there was also a trace of Yuan Force began to flow automatically between the meridians, and the transparent wings slowly regained their vitality.

However, Lan Mingge did not let go of anything, the reason why Blazing is called the Flying Demon Beast King should rely on this pair of transparent wings, the speed of light is the fastest speed in the world, and the transparent light attribute wings are also the fastest wings in the world, therefore, Lan Mingge is very careful, as a medical cultivator, she knows that once there is a trace of sloppiness, Blazing will face endless regrets in the future.

At this moment, Lan Mingge has used her spiritual power to the extreme, and at the same time, she has also used the divine power of the see-through eye to the extreme, fortunately, her cultivation has reached the middle stage of the god transformation stage, otherwise, it is really difficult to complete the stitching of all the transparent wings in one go.

Eighty-one spirit needles with transparent silk, like eighty-one elves dancing in the air, make Lan Mingge look extraordinarily dazzling, reaching the Lan Mingge of the Nine Rank Alchemist, integrating the medical skills of the human race, the dragon race, and the demon race, and the medical skills of the whole body have been perfected, and it is precisely because she has the bottom in her heart that she dares to promise to burn and restore the yuan power of his transparent wings.

An hour later, a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed from Lan Mingge's forehead, her ten fingers flew, and it was time to withdraw the spirit needle and finally bond, at this time, a cloud of pale green spiritual liquid had already flown out of her fingertips, and then, slammed into the long mouth of the blazing back wound!

In an instant, the pale cyan spiritual fluid connection continued to slap into the surface of the stitched wound, even if it was a deep sleep, a long bird pecked and chirped comfortably, and in his sleep, he could feel the ease of the wound being stitched up.

The rich vitality has been flowing and spreading in the wound that was once broken on the blazing back, this pale cyan aura mass is even more different from the previous aura mass, it is condensed by Lan Mingge with the Yuan power of the middle stage of the transformation god, the vitality is even stronger, and the healing and recovery of the wound has reached a terrifying speed.

Another hour passed.

Lan Mingge in the depths of the pit smiled, and hit the sobering spell at Qiu Ru and Blazing respectively, Lan Mingge took a pill and recovered the consumed Yuan power and spiritual power.

"Woo ......"

In the pit, there was a blazing roar, and the huge body flew to the top of the cave in an instant, almost hitting the top of the cave wall, and in a hurry, it swooped down quickly, stirring up endless rubble.

At this moment, Lan Mingge and Qiu Ru had already recovered their cultivation, and they stood side by side with a smile, looking at the depths of the crypt, because their bodies were huge and there was nowhere to exert their flying ability, they couldn't help but giggle.

"Master Xie Lan healed Blazing. A handsome man in black fell into the pit in an instant, his black eyes looked at Lan Mingge, revealing an extremely excited expression.

"Blazing?"

"Yes. ”

"I finally know why you keep seeing the head and the tail of the dragon?"

"Why?" the wide, blazing eyes were bright and full of questions.

"Well, like your master Takilan, you're too handsome! ”

Yes?

This...... What does this mean? Master Lan actually made a joke of his!