"I will-

"Death for his life!" Hongluan stroked the Changqing Sword, and the sound of the sword roared softly, and she couldn't stop trembling.

Did Changqing notice something? Also, all things have spirits.

Hongluan canceled the contract with the Changqing Sword and transferred the damage to the Changqing Sword to himself with the grafting wood. After doing this, she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of essence blood, obviously hurting a lot.

"Ah Li, come here."

Mo Li stepped over the magma step by step, walked towards Hongluan with heavy and firm steps, raised his eyes, and the reluctance under his eyes was unreservedly displayed in front of Hongluan:

"Pavilion Master, I'm here."

"From now on, you will be the next pavilion master of the 'first-line thousand', are you willing?" The smile on Hongluan's face was bewitching and glamorous, and it was as wanton as it was when I first saw it.

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"Ji Xue, from now on, you will be my 'first-line thousand' cloud brand disciple, are you willing?"

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"If the disciple is willing, he will definitely live up to the trust of the pavilion master." Mo Li's eyes were red, he took the sword of long-term love, and said solemnly.

He didn't ask if it was worth it, and the answer was in people's hearts. has done a lot of tasks in the 'first-line thousand', and he has seen a lot of love and love. He confessed this truth very early: true unswerving love to death never cares about interests, does not want to reciprocate, but listens to his heart.

The Changqing Sword flew out of Mo Li's hand, circled around Hongluan, and let out a mournful roar. Then the light flashed, splitting into a sword shadow, which instantly dispersed, and the luster became a little dim, and the Changqing Sword, which had become a little dim, fell back into Mo Li's hand.

Self-slashing sword spirit!!

"Why are you doing this?" Hongluan sighed, looked at the purple-clothed and silver-haired man in front of him, and asked.

The man smiled and made a lip shape: accompany you.

He said it lightly, but it made those who watched sigh.

There was no time to say goodbye, and when it dissipated, a streamer of light turned into the world.

Mo Li hugged the sword of love tightly, his eyes narrowed, and he did not speak, standing quietly on the surface of the magma, mourning in silence, and saluting in silence.

The long-term love sword of the self-slashing sword spirit, although it is still a peerless divine weapon, but if it loses its mature sword spirit, its wisdom will decline a lot, just like a three- or two-year-old child, and it still needs someone to teach.

Mo Li has no complaints, the last Changqing Sword Spirit and Hongluan have been together for many years, and their feelings are deep and incomparable-

Ask what is the situation in the world,

Straight Christians promise life and death.

"It's time to start." You Wan Zhenjun looked directly at Hongluan: "I missed the best period, and I can't go back to the sky." ”

"Okay." Hongluan restrained the smile on his face and lay on the cold jade bed, the warm jade bed placed side by side with the cold jade bed was lying on a man, the man's eyes were closed, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he seemed to have endured great pain.

His name is Rong Jue, and he is the man who needs to exchange hearts for hearts.

Oh, that's ironic.

You Wan's slender and white hand held the blade and slashed steadily towards Hongluan's heart.

Mo Li gently closed those seductive eyes, and couldn't bear to look at them again.

"Don't-" At the critical moment, a woman in a frost color dress stumbled in with her skirt in her face, and the appearance of the Yin was that her spiritual power had been exhausted.

"Damn it!" The good-looking woman cursed: "You Wan, I order you as the young palace master of the elixir palace, stop me!" She glared at You Wan fiercely.

You Wan looked at Hongluan, who bit her lip and motioned for You Wan to continue.

"Don't, Longji, I don't mind if you lied to me by dressing up as a man, don't die, okay? I'm begging you. ”

Hongluan turned his head and didn't look at the woman who was isolated from the barrier: "I'm sorry ......" The voice was as thin as a mosquito and a fly, but all the people present were immortal cultivators, all of whom were deaf and deaf. Yes, this apology was heard by everyone present.

The woman slapped the enchantment desperately, tears overflowing from her eyes in despair: "Don't ...... It was my fault...... It's my fault, I shouldn't have sent someone to assassinate Rong Jue, I shouldn't have let people kill Rong Jue because of jealousy, I'll change it...... Shall I change it? Longji, please, don't die, please, okay? You said you promised me one condition, please don't die......"

You Wan kept going under the knife and quickly took out the heart. What kind of heart is that, dustless and unblemished, flame like blood, passion like fire - glass heart.

Hongluan died, the barrier broke, and the woman rushed in. Seeing this, Mo Li hurriedly took out the Soul Binding Bottle, and quickly pinched his hand, and something was taken in, like smoke and fog.

You Wan had already replaced his heart with Rong Jue, and Mo Li glanced at You Wan: "Why hasn't he woken up yet?" ”

You Wan wiped the sweat that didn't exist at all, and said, "After all, I've been in a coma for so long, how can I wake up so quickly?" Rest assured, take good care of it, and you will be able to wake up in three days at most. He looked at Mo Li: "I won't let the Red Pavilion Master's efforts be in vain." ”

"It better be."

The two were still chatting, and they saw the woman who hurriedly broke the barrier and broke in, pouring all kinds of elixirs into Hongluan's mouth, and the pills repaired the wounds on Hongluan's heart, and couldn't make her grow another glass heart.

"Don't bother, the dead are gone."

"I don't believe it!" The woman's eyes were dyed with madness, and the princess picked up Hongluan and walked towards the exit.

"Why don't you bring back your pavilion master's body?" You Wan asked.

Mo Li turned around, put the cold jade bed and the warm jade bed into the storage bag, and then carried Rong Jue: "That's it, you young palace masters, too,

"-- Poor man."

Yes, the poor and the liked don't like themselves, the poor and the liked are of the same gender, and the poor and the liked are in different camps.

You Wan didn't say a word, Mo Li didn't bother him anymore, his luck and spiritual power flew out and left, but in his mind, Hongluan's advice:

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"Xiaoxue, Qiyue is there, after all, I'm sorry for her. After I die, no matter what Qiyue wants to do, you will help her and repay this cause and effect for me. ”

"Good ......"

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Pavilion master, pavilion master, you are indeed worthy of being the pavilion master, what is it for? I'm afraid even I'm calculating together, right?

Even if I know that I am being calculated, I will be willing, right?

Rest assured, I will fulfill my promise to you. I will also pass on this "first-line thousand" well.

That's my guarantee.

……

Yunju Inn,

The world outside the paper window is hazy and beautiful. The rain is sparsely falling, different from the beauty and grace of Jiangnan,

Rather, it is poignant to the extreme.

The continuous sound of rain formed a sad song, which echoed in the ears for a long time, endlessly.

It has been raining for three days and two nights.

Three days have passed since the day of the change of hearts.

- I'm still alive?

The man on the bed had a picturesque and clear face, probably because he had slept for too long, his face was pale, revealing a weak beauty. Beauty is beautiful, but it is too weak.

Oh, little white face~

"Awake?".

The man was startled by the sudden appearance of the voice, and followed the voice, but only found a man in a blue-striped white robe, no, it should be said that he was a young man.