Although in the mansions of the powerful people in the imperial city in the north, there are most nobles who like to keep their servants in captivity as playthings on the bed.

Humble people like them living in caves have a life as thin as paper, and they have no choice over their own fate.

But she didn't want this stupid and simple teenager to fall into such an unbearable situation.

The boy didn't understand the melancholy in the woman's eyes, and he didn't seem to like the atmosphere of life and death.

frowned slightly, then broke out of the woman's arms, held the woman's palm and spread it out and wrote: Gone.

The woman snorted softly with tears in her eyes.

The young man withdrew his fingertips, returned to the heavy snow, looked down at Wu Ying who was raging and erupting in the Ghost Lan flail curse, picked up the evil spirit, and stood in the snow and stopped for a moment.

It's not that I don't know where the exit of the Imperial City is, I'm just waiting for something.

Wu Ying's eyes were tired, and she seemed to be about to fall asleep: "I have jade in my arms, let that woman hold this jade, but she can completely reach the Yue country, and someone there will take them in." ”

The boy straightened her body, and reached out as if she were in her arms.

In the process of digging, the palm of the hand suddenly stiffened.

He frowned deeply and was silent, but the roots of his ears were a little red, and for some reason a picture was very clear in his mind, which was used to having a messy memory.

Wooden barrels, medicated baths.

The turquoise fragrant soup, the mist was swirling, and the black clothes and white underwear were scattered messily on the side of the wooden barrel.

The black hair of the night was soaked in the blue mist, and the girl with the dark red eyes of the owner had round and pale shoulders, like a young beast in water, lying on the edge of the barrel, staring ahead without turning her gaze.

The soft and moist hair sticks to the pale lip flap, and the lip color is also moist and slightly wet.

The appearance is no longer cold and raging, and the pupils of the red water look a little touching and pitiful, and in the hot vapor of the mist, a handsome little face bakes a rain of cumulus clouds.

The blue medicinal bath is crystal clear, and the scenery below it is full of spring and can be seen at a glance.

......

In the blink of an eye, the reflection of the memory shattered, reflecting the terrifying cheek covered with ghost spells in the eyelid.

The clothes were intact, the face was no longer recalled, and the only thing I could figure out was the pair of blood-heavy eyes, moist and blazing.

The worldly scenery reflected by her pupils is blurry and invisible, only a face, clear as casting the depths of the soul, and the years are indelible.

The boy quickly pulled out his fiery palm, and there seemed to be two hot streams snaking down his nose, dripping red with white snow.

Wu Ying was surprised, looked up at him, the black ghost spell had already begun to crawl on her eyes, and it stands to reason that the appearance should be very terrifying.

But the appearance of looking at him this time fell into the eyes of the young man, and it coincided with the pitiful appearance in his memory for a while.

The redness between his nose flowed more and more rapidly, and for the first time, a heart under his chest beat so fast, as if something was about to break through the ground.

He didn't dare to look at it anymore, so he nervously clenched the Xuanyu in his hand, and turned to hand it to the woman in the humble cold shed.

The woman took Xuanyu in a daze, looking at the young man's nosebleed, and her mood was extremely complicated for a while.

Where has your income gone?

At first, I was worried that you would be tricked into rolling onto that person's bed and using it as a young minister.

Feelings don't need to lie to you, but if you touch someone else's youth, you will be breathed to the point of nosebleeds.

It's really sad and lamentable, how unfortunate the family is.

Her voice was hoarse for a long time, and the woman really couldn't find anything to explain.

Eyes on

Seeing that the young man was wiping his nosebleed, he returned to the direction of the black-clothed young man, and warmly carried her sitting on the ground behind him and picked up the spear.

After enduring it and enduring it, she still couldn't hold back, and the woman had the courage to whisper to the young man who exuded a ghostly aura: "Why did you give me this jade, help me help me?"

The black-clothed boy sat all night among the corpses in the snow, unwavering at the tragic condition of most of the people in the slums who froze to death and starved to death, let alone felt a trace of sympathy.

She even felt that this young man had no heart at all, and that the tragic suffering of this world was just a sad landscape in front of him.

But this suddenly changed his temperament, and it was actually a gift of jade, which was really incomprehensible.

Could it be that he likes this kid to the point of loving the house and Wu, and all the homeopathic arrangements for her are also arranged?

What kind of love at first sight did this god have?

Women don't think it's realistic at all.

Wu Ying lazily leaned on the young man's back, and the outbreak of the Ghost Lan flail spell made her bones soaked in a sense of frost and cold, which was like the cold breath of Huangquan entering her bones and marrow, and her fingertips were stiff and numb in pain.

It's just that she has been used to it for seventeen years.

Wu Ying lifted her dark blood-red eyes, glanced at her, and gave a very decent and unacceptable answer: "You are a kind person." ”

The woman laughed: "There are many kind people in this world. ”

She believed that with this person's temperament, she was afraid that she would not have the patience to meddle with these kind people.

Wu Ying pillowed his cheek into the young man's neck, and wrapped the hand around his shoulder, as if unconsciously brushing the black fox above his heart.

"That's not count," she said. ”

The woman had a pair of curious eyes.

"Treat him well is good. Wu Ying's deep voice fluttered in the wind and snow.

The young man carried her on his back, and the figures of the two gradually blurred in the wind and snow.

......

......

From the snowy frozen soil to the revival of the meadows waking up in spring.

Yun Changkong didn't know how much he had escaped from the pursuit of those powerful cultivators in the Northern Xiongcheng behind him.

Wu Ying's shot already made him seriously injured.

If it weren't for the extraordinary demon heart under his chest, I'm afraid he would have become a white bone cold corpse in the dry grass beside the road.

Cross the river ahead, and a new shadow will meet him.

But he ran all night, and he couldn't hide his body at all, let alone control the blood traces that spilled from the injuries in his body.

Blood red all the way, heavy snow in the sky, should have been his luck.

But the traces left by his blood didn't have time to be blushed by the snow, so he was licked clean by the red horse under a boy in a green shirt.

The boy in the green shirt did not sit in the carriage as leisurely as he used to, the carriage was unloaded, and he sat firmly on the thin horse's back, the small wooden box that straddled diagonally swayed as the horse's hooves advanced.

Between his slender and powerful ten fingers, he was playing with a bronze and gold broken ruler, and his eyes were playfully looking at the stumbling back in the snowy green land in front of him.

The bell on the horse's neck rings crisply in the wind.

The red horse has clear teeth, a scarlet tongue, licks the blood in the snow, and his eyes are cruel and fiery.

No matter how Yun Changkong's speed accelerated, no matter how he got rid of it or at the cost of adding to his injuries, he would kill the group of pursuers behind him.

The bell behind him was always ringing unhurriedly.

It's like a grim reaper wielding a scythe but not slowing to cut off the head in front of him, playing with the prey under the scythe.

It seems to be to let him find hope in despair, until

The light of hope flickered, and then it was shattered by his own hands!

When the long but not very wide river channel appeared in Yun Changkong's sight, he stopped, and his eyes were helpless for a moment.

Sensing the playful malice behind him, he clearly knew in his heart that the man and horse behind him would never allow him to successfully cross the river.

What seems to be the river of hope is actually the road to his death.

The helpless eyes only lasted for a moment, and then they were replaced by the ruthlessness of seeing death as home.

He gulped the blood in his mouth, his hand full of blood and cold sweat clenched the golden feather knife under his palm, and slowly turned around, staring at the red horse stepping on the snow in the distance.

The black-brown pupils are as sharp and straight as those of a falcon.

Since he won't be allowed to continue to escape, then the Jedi will fight back!

He thumped his heart under his chest, felt the strong demonic power spread throughout his body, grinned, and said to himself: "Fuck! God arranged for me to live again, I have been a beggar for 18 years, and I have been a shadow servant for two years, it is really a proper cannon fodder life, but today!"

The golden feather blade under his palm burst out with terrifying flowing flames, and a surging Yuan Force gathered the power of the amazing demon fire that did not belong to this human world.

He bit his lips and teeth tightly, and the bloody wound from Wu Ying's serious injury at the mouth of his heart spewed out red stars, and he was serious and fearless, and his voice shook the mountains and rivers: "Lao Tzu is the protagonist!"

The young man sitting on horseback sneered: "It's just dawning, isn't this dream story finished?"

He carefully played with the copper ruler in his hand, and the faint heaven and earth on the ruler flowed: "The protagonist, it's not so easy to die, but you, you're going to feed my red horse soon." ”

When the horses heard this, they immediately became excited.

Childe patted its restless head and chuckled: "I know that the blood of the great demon has a fatal temptation for you, but Childe, I never thought that the dignified Ye family's disciples would actually cultivate demons, oh? I almost forgot, the short-lived prince of your family seems to be born as a demon, right? No wonder ......

Yun Changkong's eyes burst out with two clusters of anger, but his smile became deeper and deeper: "Lao Tzu has heard of your deeds, Gongzi is different, you look down on demons between the lines, but I remember that the pickled horse under your crotch is also from the demon clan, right?

The smile that had been like spring water in Childe's eyes finally dispersed into a cold wind: "You are looking for death!"

The copper ruler in his hand tapped the back of the red horse, and the thick blood-like demonic intent suddenly spread out a huge vortex.

In the whirlpool, a cracked neighing sound erupted from the mouth of the red horse, and the sound shook the sky, and it was gradually contaminated with a little dragon chanting.

The monstrous killing intent broke through the air, and the red horse turned into a four-clawed blood-colored dragon in the huge demonic vortex.

The surging demonic aura spread the entire wilderness, and in an instant, the blood-colored dragon's breath surged, dyeing this heaven and earth into a sea of blood in an instant.

Gongzi rode down the dragon, and with a short ruler in his hand, the two blood-colored dragon whiskers on the dragon's head were like two huge arrows shot from the sky, approaching the eyes of Yun Changkong.

But any dragon whisker is ten times thicker than him.

If it is implemented, I am afraid that not only the eyes, but also the entire body will be crushed into mud!

Before the actual attack arrived, the aftermath of the dragon demon's spouting had already scorched the surface of this land to the point of no grass, and the stench was overflowing!

Just by looking at the majestic appearance of this dragon, you can know that this hybrid dragon horse has the strength of the Tongyuan Realm.

And what does the cloud sky have?

The realm of that mid-stage of peace is really humble enough.

There is nowhere to run but to fight to the death!