Chapter Seventy-Two: Parting Tears
Yue Miaomiao's jade body trembled, the golden dragon and phoenix sword exuded a holy aura, this was a secondary artifact, and she couldn't be calm in her heart!
The sub-artifact, even her Yue's family will not take it out easily, and Jin Cheng is so generous, he wants to give it to her?
Yue Miaomiao's beautiful eyes looked very complicated, and at this moment, she seemed to have fallen into some kind of realm.
"Give you ......" Jin Zhimu was dumbfounded, and his hand was dragging the Huangming Sword, and his movements looked very rigid.
Yue Miaomiao was silent, looking at Jin Yi in a daze, as if she was struggling with something in her heart, but she looked contradictory.
"Take it!"
Giving gifts to the opposite sex, not being rude, not being delicate, always Muna, in one sentence, repeating a few times, and still embarrassing?
Yue Miaomiao recovered from a certain realm, her trembling body stiffened, and her jade hand stretched out involuntarily.
"Goodbye ......" parting is painful, especially the farewell words, which are often the little three who seduce tears, so that the tears are always stolen, hidden, full of eyelids, and gone with the wind.
Let's go...... Let's go......
When will we meet again, will there be a chance to meet, and will we be familiar with each other?
Perhaps, it won't be long before that figure slowly blurs and disappears over time. Perhaps, until the end of life, that figure is still imprinted in the depths of the heart and has never faded.
The back lines, blurred, turned into dots, disappeared into the autumn water of Yiren's beautiful eyes.
The sky is dark, like ink and carbon, Jin is dressed in black, with a disguise mask, and his fair face is very entangled, he is in a trance, after all, he still wants to see her?
That's Ye Tianxian's residence!
There is no moon and no stars tonight, and the clouds are above the sky, and the night is getting darker and darker.
The delicate beauty, but who is he missing?
There is no moon to confide, no stars to accompany you, only endless darkness, eating away at the heart, pulling that love thread, pulling...... Where is the end......
A heart, a disease, unrequited love, lonely tears, is love, love across a layer of paper.
The slender beauty holds the piano in her hand, is it the sound of the piano, or is it the cause of love?
Mountains and flowing water, singing for the king, dumb but for love, in the dead of night, the weak sing songs, who knows?
A high song, low crying next sentence, the heart is affectionate but not much, playing the piano fantasy song, but there is no courage, singing into a low, imagination song, but it has become a sad word?
"Miss, Qingge is here!" Fu Bo came to the door of Ye Tianxian Xiang Pavilion, and his dry face twitched, because he was very sad when he saw Ye Tianxian.
And when Ye Tianxian heard the word Qingge, his slender jade body was stagnant, wasn't this the person he thought about for a long time?
The arrival of Jin Reverse made the delicate and lonely heart warm, as if the tears in the eyes had melted, and under the root of the eyelashes, the crystal swirled.
The jade hand left the qin, the lotus step moved lightly, and walked out of the incense pavilion, and it was too late to say goodbye.
Because Jin Cheng came to wave goodbye, but because of the inner entanglement, he still came to see him after all?
"I'm leaving, I'm looking for her!" The night is staring at each other, blurry and sad, sad, too sad.
Ye Tianxian lowered his head, not knowing whether to say it, or to give up that step?
After a while, Ye Tianxian made a decision, she wanted to walk with Jin Rebellion, even if it was a wandering, and lived a depressed life.
Jin reversed his head, he had too many worries, his identity was very sensitive, and being with him was tantamount to getting involved in a big risk.
"When we find her, we will come back to you!" Jin is a scoundrel, he doesn't seem to resist Ye Tianxian, and he doesn't want her to get involved in dangerous disputes, because no one will let this weak and slender man be wronged in the slightest.
Ye Tianxian understood that Jin Wei didn't want to be with her, but because of this unknown road, full of thorns, every step was full of dangers.
The two looked at each other, said no more, did not blink, and looked straight at each other.
What is the best goodbye, remember the last appearance, put it in your heart, and engrave it in your mind, is the best wave.
Parting, walking at night, where to find her, where is his home.
When and you part, when, what day, what month, what year, can we meet.
I hope there is no parting in this life, and I don't think about goodbye......
The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, not for the monarch, but for the red face!
The wind rose, the lightning thundered, and the lightning knives seemed to open the world, and the rain poured from the sky.
The sky has changed, and the lonely people who walk at night are suffering......
Whoosh! Whoosh!
There are three people who have come in the rain, one of them, or a familiar face?
"There is a road in heaven, if you don't go, there is no door to hell, but you want to break in?" Jin Yi unknowingly, he came to the Chen family area, among which Chen Liran, his face showed a ruthless color, as if he wanted to eat people.
Jin Wei snorted coldly, he just wanted to leave the Array City quietly, and he didn't want to make too much trouble.
It's a pity that the heavens don't want him, and the earth wants him to meet troubled people?
"Majestic, double champion, strong and ruthless?" Chen Liran's handsome face twitched, and the sound of rubbing came from the knuckles of his fingers.
Jin Wei frowned, because behind Chen Liran, there were two monks in the late stage of psychic?
"Da Dun, Xiao Jian, kill that kid?" Chen Li then took a few steps back, looking like he was watching the show.
The source power of the two middle-aged people flowed, killing the sensen, and the two of them each performed a blow to the source technique at the same time?
"Thousand Ice Xuanzhang!"
"Kuroko Mi Fist!"
The big white handprint and the big black fist pushed through the night rain and smashed it down towards Jin.
These two Strike Source Techniques are both Heaven-level beginners!
Jin Ying's eyes narrowed into a line, and on his hand, the golden source power was surging, and he was also performing the source technique.
"Fishing for the moon in the water!"
A big well, the well water bubbled and flowed, a golden moon, slowly rising, golden moonlight, illuminating half of the sky, to the white ice palm wheel.
Jin Rebellion's cultivation hand, and then cast the source technique, a golden cloud, swallowing dew, towards the black steaming fist, swirling away.
This blow is also a heaven-level primary-level source technique - clouds and mist!
"Spirituals?"
"How is this possible?"
Jin Reverse blocked the attack of the two, which surprised the three of them, because in their eyes, Jin Reverse of the Spirit Realm was just an ant that could be strangled to death at will.
Unfortunately, their idea did not come true, but instead increased the prestige of the enemy.
Chen Liran's body was stagnant, and Jin Zhi's performance was always very abrupt, making him pay no attention and automatically pull it.
"It's only the early stage of the spirit warrior, if you don't arrange the source pattern array, I'll send you to hell?" One of the big men had a white source of power flowing, and his breath was very cold, like a person who had been frozen for a long time.
"Kill!"
These two big men don't want to be entangled with Jin Rebellion, and they both deduce supernatural powers at the same time, wanting to use solid strength to dismantle Jin Reverse and show it to Chen Liran, who was in shock.
"The ice is bursting!" The big man with the source power of the cold ice, his palm turned into a huge ice palm, and he took the lead in attacking Jin.
"Black Evil Yin Fist!" Another big man, above his fists, the black evil yin qi was entangled, and he also struck towards Jin.
Whew!
Jin Reverse Brute Fist is burning with flames, and he performs the Savage Fist, which is brutal and domineering, and he is one against two.
Rumble!
The big man of the cold ice source power, named Xiao Jian, his giant palm is cold, and the air he brings is condensed except for the Xiaoice flowers.
The cold ice palm is like a door panel, and he wants to slap Jin against him into meat sauce, but Jin Wei attacks with a brute fist and raises his fists.
Rumble!
Jin Zhi is like a small scaffold, supporting the huge ice palm.
The brute fist was forced, the flames were scorching and burning, and the savage breath formed a screen strength.
Rumble!
The giant palm was lifted, Xiao Jian retreated, and was surprised in his heart, the white and tender young man in front of him was too strong in his body, not even worse than him.
"Kill!"
The black yin fist danced, cutting through the air, detonating the air, and the big dun was killed.
Bump! Bump!
The four fists collided, the sparks splashed, and the four fists confronted, which lasted for an instant, and the two retreated at the same time.
Da Dun couldn't believe it, this young man was too violent, he had a black yin fist, and he performed it to the extreme, and his burly body moved and killed Jin Counter.
Xiao Jian calmed his shocked heart, waved his huge ice palms, and struck Jin Ying with Da Dun.
The black yin fist and the ice giant palm passed through the heavy rain and blasted towards Jin Zhi's body.
Jin counter-brute punch quickly to deal with the menacing fist.
Bump! Bump! Bump! Bump!
Jin reversed backwards, his fists were numb, his arms trembled, and Da Dun and Xiao Jian were sandwiched in two, and he suffered a loss!
Rumble!
The ice giant palm, with a chill, flew the gold back, cut off the rain pillar, and fell into the pool of stagnant water, followed by a trace of blood, hanging on the corner of his mouth, and the two monks in the late stage of the psychic made him injured?
Jin Wei stood up, repaired his hands and wiped the blood, he was angry!
Above his dantian, within the spirit realm, the flames are rolling, the golden source power is boiling, and he wants to move his true character.