The big hand hung limply from her hand and fell heavily to the ground, holding the fan as if it was stupid, and Mu Nadi maintained a posture of leaning forward with her ears attached. His hands were stained red with blood, but the jade ring spread out in the palm of his hand lost its original luster, and it was full of death.

The fierce battle continues, and the sound of fighting is endless!

The fall of the Nightshade fueled the arrogance of the Nine Heavens, and the trend of decline was reversed to Cangqing Peak again, Cai Yin and Ghost Bailing were captured one after another, and Dugu Hao was also seriously injured in the fight with the Liaoyuan Divine Monarch.

Bo Yuan tried to stop the fierce battle, but the soldiers on both sides were already red-eyed, and the Heavenly Soldier God General not only failed to stop killing, but instead aimed the butcher knife in his hand at the fan guarding the side of the dark night.

Anger rampaged through his chest, Bo Yuan swung his sword to repel the incoming people, and with the coercion of the prince of the heavenly realm, he guarded a clean place for the fan. If there is a land grabber invader, no matter whether it is friend or foe, Bo Yuan will not be merciful, come one to kill one, come to two, and kill a pair.

Seeing that the situation was favorable, the Liaoyuan Shenjun raised his eyebrows, and no longer deliberately delayed time to fight with Dugu Hao, but directly summoned the Yan Yan Shenjian and attacked Dugu Hao in one go.

Dugu Hao, who was so enraged that his eyes were scarlet, did not flinch, holding the God Slashing Knife, fighting against the water!

"You all deserve to die!" With a loud shout, the fan who was originally kneeling on the ground had stood up straight, and the mighty wind ruffled her hair, lifting the corner of her skirt, causing the red thread hidden at the ankle to have nowhere to hide, and soon it was shattered, and she could no longer tie the fan.

"Fan, fan?" Bo Yuan quickly realized that the big thing was not good, and hurriedly called, and the wind on the soles of his feet rushed to the front of the fan, but he saw her hand the jade flute fused with the blood of the dark night to her lips, and closed her eyes and played it.

His body suddenly collided with a turbulent air current, and Bo Yuan was bounced off by the powerful sound control technique, and fell heavily to the ground. The extreme panic made him quickly prop himself up, and saw that the figures around him were all retreating at the speed of light, and the weeping blood demon sound pierced through the clouds and cracked stones, invincible, shocking everyone present with grief and hatred, and a headache.

Bo Yuan stood up in pain, faced the biting airflow, and moved to the side of the fan with difficulty, stretching out his hand to try to suppress her sudden violence, but he was never able to get close.

"Hold the fan, stop!"

"Fan, let me take you home, okay?"

"Fan, calm down, open your eyes and look at me! I'm Bo Yuan, a little thing that is held in your arms, bullied by you, can't fight back, can't scold back!"

"Holding the fan... Fan ......"

The call of mourning for the loss of the picture entered the ears, and the fan suddenly stopped blowing the flute, and slowly opened his eyes. The pair of clear eyes that were shining in anticipation in the past were like crying blood at this moment, sad and resentful.

"Before I change my mind, hurry up and take your people and get out of my sight! Otherwise......" With a wave of his hand, he immediately attracted a heavenly soldier and obediently sent it to his neck, violently and ruthlessly.

Seeing that the blind heavenly soldier was thrown at his feet by the fan, Bo Yuan took a step back and said firmly, "I will not leave you alone, never!" The voice is fragmented.

When the words fell, the haunting figure fell to the front in vain, Bo Yuan was overjoyed, but he was choked by the throat with a fan, and his eyes were angry: "In this case, then you will die!" The fingers gave enough strength.

It was so hard for Bo Yuan to breathe, he barely reached out to touch her cheek, smiled hard, and said, "Hold the fan, I, love ......" Every time Bo Yuan said a word, the restraint on his neck increased by a point, until the last word was blocked in his throat, and he could no longer speak.

"Your Highness?" Seeing this situation, Ruoli hurriedly withdrew from the vicious battle, fell behind Bo Yuan and said, "Hold the fan, stop quickly!"

"Take your Highness, how far is it, how far is it, how far is it! If there is a next time, I will not show mercy!" He pushed the dying Bo Yuan in front of Ruoli and shouted, "If you don't want to die, get out of Xiannan Peak for me!" After saying that, he handed Wuyu to his lips and played it.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Liaoyuan Divine Monarch disappeared without a trace, and the rest of the immortal gods saw that the Nine Highnesses had fallen, and the six gods had no owner, and they also fled one after another.

Dugu Hao was able to pull out and run to

In front of Styx Yechen, he stretched out his hand to help him up, his thin lips trembled, but he didn't say a word of pathos, only said in a loud voice: "The generals listen to the order, quickly withdraw their troops, and return to Cangqing Peak!"

"Yes!" The generals received the order in unison, and soon mobilized their guards and evacuated Xiannan Peak......

The sky is dark and the clouds are thick!

The body of the dark night was placed in the cold cave of Cangqing Peak, and the stalactites were born for three days, and Guan Shutao woke up from the nightmare.

In the dream, the eldest brother was dressed in blood and waved goodbye to her. Guan Shutao was afraid that the nightmare would come true, so he hurriedly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, trying to carry his father on his back and go to Xiannan Peak alone to save the dark night, but because he was given a needle by his father, his legs were sore, and finally he stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Tao'er?" Guan Xinrong, who was taking a nap at the table, was awakened by the muffled sound of her landing, and hurriedly rushed over and helped her up.

Guan Shutao was impatient, grabbed his father's arm and asked, "Dad, how is he in the night?"

Paper can't contain fire after all!

Guan Xinrong hesitated for a moment, but finally told the truth: "The body of the Immortal Venerable is in the Melting Cave."

As if someone had hit him hard, Guan Shutao's body slid weakly to the ground. Guan Xinrong hurriedly dragged her up and comforted, "Tao'er, put it down! Let yourself go, don't add sadness to the love you are destined to get. Daddy is old and can't stand any more turmoil." At the end of the words, the old tears are rampant.

"Dad, I want to see him." Guan Shutao didn't shed tears, but the sadness that turned into substance was like a blunt knife cutting his heart, unable to cut his worries, grinding and constantly fetters, but making every breath so painful that he couldn't be modified with words.

Guan Xinrong knew that she couldn't persuade her, so she didn't force it anymore, just hoping that the passage of time could slowly soothe her daughter's heartache.

When Guan Shutao saw the night, the eldest brother was lying peacefully in the crystal ice coffin, as if he was asleep, his eyes were closed heavily, and the long eyelashes cast a small shadow around his eyes, making his already pale face even more gloomy.

"Big brother, you can't give up on me after all, no, you're still back." Guan Shutao knelt on the edge of the ice coffin, took the cold big hand of the dark night and put it on his warm cheek, and grinned, "Big brother, your hands are so cold, little Shutao will help you warm up, just warm up." Between the words, he held his hands with both hands and rubbed them again, and finally felt that the effect was not satisfactory, and pulled them to his lips and kept sighing, over and over again, tirelessly using his body temperature to warm him.

Guan Xinrong, who was standing on the side, sighed and shook his head, and finally had no words of consolation to say, so he simply paced out of the cave, leaving enough space for her daughter to say her final goodbye to the Immortal Venerable.

Guan Shutao tossed for a long time, and found that the eldest brother's hand was still cold without a trace of temperature, so he held his hand again, deceiving himself: "Look at my memory, but I forgot, the eldest brother's hand seems to have always been so cold."

"Big brother's body is also cold, with a cold body fragrance, smelling pleasant and comfortable." Guan Shutao smiled, took his hand and sniffed it close to the tip of his nose, and said, "You know what? Every time Xiao Shutao falls asleep in your arms, I can smell your breath in my dreams, and only you can invade my dreams so strongly, engrave them into my mind, and settle into my heart."

"Big brother, why are you so bad, eavesdropping on so many of my heart, and don't tell me your intentions, if you do this again, I will be angry and ignore you!"

The person in the ice coffin did not respond for a long time, so Guan Shutao threw his hands back into the coffin as if he was angry, turned his back with his hands around his chest, and said in pieces: "I'm angry, really angry!"

But even if she was really angry, Styx Yechen couldn't coax her softly anymore, this one-man show was too hard to sing after all. Guan Shutao looked back, took Styx Yechen's hand to his cheek again, and muttered, "I know, the eldest brother didn't ignore me, the eldest brother is just too sleepy, it doesn't matter, the little scholar is willing to wait until the eldest brother wakes up."

"Don't do that, he's dead!"

Guan Shutao raised his eyes, and when he saw that he was holding a fan to talk to him, he hurriedly pointed to his lips and signaled her to silence her: "Shh! Be quiet, don't disturb the big brother's dream."

"Wake up!" Take the fan in stride

stepped forward, pinched Guan Shutao's shoulders, dragged her up from the ground, and reminded her loudly, "He's dead, dead!"

"So what?" Guan Shutao pushed her away, raised his eyes to meet her, and asked, "He died for you, will you be an enemy of the Heavenly Realm Prince for him?"

Holding the fan and flatly denied: "No!"

"Huh! It turns out that in your heart, your own brother is no better than an outsider!"

"What did you say? You say it again." The word brother made the fan with an indifferent expression also start to be anxious.

"It seems that you really don't know, Nightshade is still protecting you until death, haven't you thought about the reason?"

"Why?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yes!"

"Do me a favor and I'll tell you!"

"You say."

"Come with your ears!" Guan Shutao leaned forward, and immediately leaned over with his ears attached to the fan, but was slashed down by her raised palm, and he fainted.

Holding the fan and sitting down against the stalagmite, Guan Shutao raised his hand to comb the slightly messy broken hair on her sideburns, and said, "Holding the fan, I owe you, and it is time to pay you back."

Thunder pierced the silent night, lightning crossed the sky, and the torrent flowed into the Henghe River along the outer wall, the waves were magnificent and stormy.

The person in the cave who dresses in the mirror is not disturbed at all, holding a hairpin into a bun, sipping lip grease, beautiful like a fairy in a painting, stunning and not into the eyes of the world.

Reaching out to take the silver wolf mask that was resting on the makeup case, Guan Shutao got up from the mirror, the lotus step moved lightly, the red skirt swayed, driving the hair to shake and collide, step by step, step by step!

As far as the eye can see, the stalactites of various postures converge together, like a jade pillar piercing the clouds, like a plain girl with affection, and more like thousands of swords hanging above their heads, hanging down the sharp blades, collecting the cold light, and guarding one person to gild it with color.

"Nightshade, after all, you lost to me!"

"After the spirit is returned to Xiao Xuan'er, I will no longer be your sister's stand-in. I'm Xiao Shutao, I'm your wife, from now on, you don't want to push me away for half a minute!"

Guan Shu Tao smiled, and his figure slammed into the sharp stone above his head, ending this borrowed life, absolutely infatuated, and swore no regrets!

The person in the coffin was also dressed in red, waiting for the arrival of the beautiful woman, and above his left shoulder, another silver wolf mask was displayed, quietly acting as a matchmaker, making a witness to this ancient love.

The weak body slowly fell away from the sharp stone, threw himself into the ice coffin, and threw himself into the arms of his lover.

Guan Shutao used the last of his strength to cover the silver wolf mask in his hand on another silver wolf mask, and finally made this three-thousand-year-old couple coincide with each other at zero distance.

Blood-colored tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and they smashed on the eyelashes of the night, Guan Shutao looked at him with a smile, his head was burdened with lead, and he sank on the shoulders of the night, and he was never able to lift it again.

Her body gradually became blurred, turning into starlight and drifting away, leaving only a big red wedding robe embroidered with a phoenix pattern, covering the wedding robe embroidered with a dragon pattern on the body of the dark night, empty and sad!