(Cat flutter Chinese) "Su Yue!"

In the huge bronze mirror, the voice of Yuan Ji mixed with internal force reverberated among the pitch-black rock walls, and the woman in Tsing Yi standing on the top of the volcano turned a deaf ear, her long hair half-covered her face, and she could only be seen from a distance to focus on her head, staring at the crater.

The air steamed by the heat is faintly disconnected, like ripples on the surface of the water, revealing a very unreal trance.

Suddenly, a stone pierced through the air and hit the mirror, and it was embedded in the bronze mirror with a "bang". Immediately afterwards, the clatter and cracking sound pulled people's minds back from the illusion, and the curious picture in the mirror suddenly disappeared.

Only hideous cracks remained on the bronze mirror, which continued to expand and meander.

"What do you do?"

The picture in the bronze mirror has a strange magic that can lead people's attention, and I was wondering why Su Yue was standing on the top of the volcano and what she saw inside, and this picture was shattered by the abrupt shot of the red cloth, and it was inevitable that she would be slightly annoyed by the wind for hundreds of miles.

"Do you calculate how long we stared at this bronze mirror and were unconscious, and didn't find this bronze mirror**?" Jing Che glanced at him, and stretched out his hand to pull Wen Wan, who was looking up in a daze.

Wen Wan was there like a pestle, and she couldn't pull it, staring at the broken bronze mirror with a dull gaze, and her seven souls and six spirits were also shattered along with the bronze mirror.

"...... this?" It was rare that Baili Kaze did not refute her mockery, and his gaze hovered all the way up to the gentle gaze.

Jing Che also discovered the white smoke that appeared out of thin air, swirling down from the gap in the bronze mirror, and clusters converged to the gentle Baihui acupoint.

The white smoke was clear and immaculate, with a moist air. The chill in the air grew heavier, and hexagonal frost flowers froze on the surrounding rock walls.

A petal withered and fell from the pear hairpin on Wen Wan's hair, and her expression struggled from the initial numbness.

Baili Fengma watched this scene thoughtfully, and said in Jing Che's ear: "What you said is right, this bronze mirror sucks souls." ”

She was puzzled in her mind, and Baili Fengjian's short words made her suddenly catch something, a wisp of thought flashed in her mind, and Jing Che realized: "Because her soul was sucked away by the bronze mirror, she lost her mind and couldn't speak?" ”

"Yes, now that the bronze mirror has been broken by you, it has released her soul, you see, the soul is in place, and she is probably normal."

At this time, the white smoke had gradually thinned, and Wen Wan's body shook suddenly, and her eyes became clear. As if she didn't see the two people standing behind her, she took a step forward and fell to her knees.

She didn't speak for too long, causing her originally beautiful voice to sound hoarse and hideous, and she made a gesture of worship to the empty stone wall, sobbing and confessing: "God, you have been dead for a thousand years, but the world will not even let go of your tomb,"

Before I could understand what the words meant, the cracks in the bronze mirror had already snaked to the limit, and I only heard the sound of "boom," and the fragments sloped down from the top of the head like a hail of splashes.

The robe set off the sound of Huo Huo wind in the air, Jing Che still came back to his senses, and the dark robe had already covered her under her.

The bronze mirror crackled and shattered, then shattered into smaller pieces and splattered around.

Xu is copper piece was poking at the sharp point of his body, and he snorted in the wind for a hundred miles, Jing Che then remembered that he had no spiritual power at this moment, and he moved eagerly to stand up, and his voice sounded in his ears without doubt: "Don't move." ”

Jing Che was stunned: "I have spiritual power to protect my body." ”

The tone was as calm as ever, and his heartbeat was still unhurried behind him through his clothes, and his breath was even in his ears: "I know." ”

Jing Che wanted to say anything more, but he finally choked in his throat and weakened.

Heaven and earth were torn endlessly in her ears, and in the midst of the noise, she lost her judgment, and felt in a trance that she was still his apprentice, protected by him with flesh and blood. The gentleness is overwhelming, close at hand and extremely unreal, the voice gradually weakens, and everything loses its sense of existence in the silence of the surroundings, and it is difficult to distinguish between the real and the false and the dream.

I don't know where the light came from, and it struck the copper slag that shattered all over the ground.

After lying motionless like this for a long time, until all the movement stopped undulating, I heard the rustling of my robes, and I slowly stood up in the wind, glanced around, and calmly narrated: "Wen Wan is gone." ”

Jing Che climbed up, and his expression under the mask was a little blank. She didn't hear what Baili Fengma said at all, and when she looked up, she saw that there were many copper slags embedded in the flesh behind him, drawing away the shocking pool of blood on his robe.

"You're bleeding." The voice was soft and sliced like a ball of sticky honey, with a surprisingly gentle mouth.

Baili Fengma was slightly stunned, suspecting that he had heard it wrong, which was like Ah Che's voice, which would not carry a little sarcasm and disdain unique to red clothes. He turned his head urgently, thinking that he could see the usual stunned appearance of the girl in his memory, with half-curved willow eyebrows, slightly upturned peach blossom eyes, and long hair hanging down on his temples as if for a while.

The only thing that can be imprinted into the eyes is a silver mask, the sinuous pattern casts dense shadows, and a pair of eyes are hidden under the mask, black like rain flowers in a deep pool.

,, an illusion is an illusion after all.

Baili Fengjian quickly retracted his out-of-control expression, the corners of his lips hooked obliquely, and he joked a little informally: "But a little blood, the red clothes care about me so much?" ”

"The Sword Saint is highly respected, and being injured is a loss for the people of the world, so Hongyi naturally has to worry about it." Jing Che immediately came back to his senses from his trance, and raised his normal attitude and ridiculed each other.

Baili Fengma seemed to not be able to hear the ridicule in her words, shook his robe and sat down on the ground, looking like he was waiting for someone to serve: "Help me take out the copper slag, it really hurts me." ”

Jing Che stood behind him, and the smile on the corner of his lips gradually froze. She saw his fleeting look and knew he was suspicious. He had never been quiet, and she couldn't guess whether he believed it or not. But for her, no matter how well she pretends to be, there will inevitably be flaws.

She stared at the bleeding robe, but she didn't move, her mind confused after a raging flood.

Now that he is empty, and he has no spiritual power, she can easily kill him, and then go back the same way, from Yiyang Valley, and say that he has fallen into the mire without a trace. As for Wen Wan, it was originally an accident, so I just didn't know about it.

She's always been sober, they're enemies, and she's hated him for so long, isn't it just to ruin him? Maybe before, she briefly joined forces with him because she wanted to escape from this plane, but now that she was trapped here, she didn't have anything to deal with.

Kill him, then there is no need to struggle and fight with him in a haggard state.

But the opportunity was suddenly in front of her, and she couldn't do it.

This is her master. No matter what mask she wore or what identity she changed, she couldn't erase the time of master and apprentice from her memory. Joy and sorrow are derived from that time, and if she wants to cut it off, she must cut off the meaning of most of her life.

"What?" After waiting for a while, there was no movement behind her, and Baili Fengjian raised his face to look at her.

Jing Che hurriedly dodged his inquiring eyes, squatted down and touched the puddle of blood on his back robe with his fingers.

She suddenly felt funny, when she was his apprentice in the past, she had never seen him hurt to protect her, and now she was falsely wearing the identity of a red dress, but she was a hero to save his beauty.

A trace of tenderness flashed in Banlai's peach blossom eyes, and her soft tone was mixed with deliberate impatience: "If you don't take off your clothes, how can I help you deal with your wounds?" ”

"Alas, disappointed," Baili Kaze laughed informably, unfastened his belt without hurry, took off his robe, and exposed his sturdy back to the dark air: "I thought that the red clothes did too much to untie people's clothes, and I just could,"

"Hiss," he swallowed back halfway through his words, grinning in pain. The red robe obviously deliberately pulled out the copper slag, regardless of the flesh and blood.

"The red clothes are clumsy, and the sword master has to endure more." Her voice was soft and glutinous, sounding very innocent.

Baili Kazama shook his head with a smile and did not answer.

Suddenly it was quiet again, and the wind blew out from the deep yong, blowing on the bare skin. And the woman's fingers are as warm as jade, and they swipe across the skin like a dragonfly and water, but they are sultry until the point, like a girl who is half-opening her lips and hiding her heart, and wants to talk about it.

Jing Che's movements were exquisite, and he carefully took out the copper slag.

"Huh." In the silence, there was a sudden loss of laughter in the wind for hundreds of miles, like someone throwing a stone into a mountain stream, stirring up ripples at the beginning.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Something suddenly came to mind."

Jing Che didn't see his eyebrows at this moment, but in his deep and gentle tone, he went back to the time eleven years ago.

It was in the woods of Qiye Mountain, and the sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, dappling the man's back. His long, untied hair rose uninhibitedly in the small wind, and slowly obeyed.

At this moment, she seemed to be standing on the mountains and rivers of the past, and from a considerable distance, the continuous, gentle flow of sunlight burned on her silver mask, burning cold shattered light. She saw that year, she was still a girl who was rampage and didn't know the height of the sky, her eyebrows and eyes were immature but pretended to be deep, he was a swordsman who was free and easy and did not stir up dust, and the corners of his mouth were half hooked and uninhibited.

How ridiculous, this girl still wanted to kill her master at that moment just now.

She saw the girl's white fingers carefully brushing the man's back, resting on his shoulder, and then brushing her face with a blush. The man's face was very beautiful, like a god sitting there, and his whole body exuded a faint light.

The man turned his head suddenly, and the green stubble and deep, low-looking eyes collided with hers.

And at this moment, there is also a magnified handsome face in front of me, which is exactly the same as the appearance in my memory.

What's different is that now he pulls his lips and squints, and the bottom of his eyes looks at the meaning: "Hongyi, why are you absent-minded?" Do you know what I'm trying to say? "Cat flutter Chinese