Seeing that everyone was puzzled, Liu Xiaoyu looked around first, and then her tense brows finally relaxed, smiled slightly, and said happily: "Congratulations!" We finally came to the Demon Chaos, this is already the depths of Zhang's mother's heart, and her soul is nearby! Speaking of this, the copyist looked at his watch and continued, "But time is running out, I'll find it quickly!" If you can't find it within this hour, then ......" said this, stopped, and after a while, continued: "Forget it, don't talk about it, let's try our best to find it." As he spoke, he drew a talisman on the palms of everyone's hands, and the talisman was cone-shaped, shining with golden light, as if it had infinite mana.

After everyone finished drawing, Liu Xiaoyu explained: "This place is full of dangers, there are often spirits, this talisman can protect you from the upper body of the spirits, but it is better for everyone to be careful." With that, the crowd nodded, and they groped their way through the darkness and desolation.

White Lotus Holy Land

Accepting the baptism and criticism of the rain, the White Lotus Holy Land is filled with the fragrance of the earth and the freshness of the fallen leaves, the fresh green grass swaying with the wind, like a shy woman, sucking the nectar sent by God, and the dark night sky is full of twinkling stars, like a bright jewel, decorated with the splendid Milky Way.

On this idyllic evening, there was a man and a woman lying quietly on the grass, looking around, the man was tall, in a black robe, and his delicate cheeks were a little arrogant; The woman is petite and exquisite, dressed in yellow and black, and her white and tender face is slightly red.

However, in front of her chest, there were several rounds of rough hemp ropes, and the hemp ropes, like poisonous snakes, tightly bound her bumpy body, making her charming figure even more solemn and seductive.

After half a ring, the woman in yellow opened her eyes in a daze, stood up tremblingly, she looked around, she saw the man in black lying on the grass, the man's back was very familiar, looking at him, her tears flowed out unconsciously.

After staring for a while, she held back her tears, staggered to the man's side, threw herself on the ground, and fell to her knees.

"Send Ren, send Ren, don't scare me, don't scare me, you said you won't leave me, you said it, you can't help but be trustworthy, you wake up, send Ren..." She remembered that day, after a fierce battle with the green-robed Taoist priest, she fainted, until now.

Looking at Luo Songren, who was lying motionless on the grass, Liuli's heart stinged as if it was about to crack, and it was extremely stinging.

"Ruri, Ruri, let her go, let her go." With his eyes closed, his head shaking, and his mouth still talking, he kept wandering in a nightmare.

Hearing Luo Songren's shout, Liuli burst into tears and laughed, and couldn't help but let go of the big stone in her heart, because she knew that her beloved was not dead, he did not fail to keep his promise, and he did not abandon her.

After sucking his nose, Liuli squatted down, put his face against Luo Songren's face, and said in a low voice: "Send Ren, I'm fine, send Ren, I'm fine, send Ren." ”

"Ruri!" Suddenly, Luo Songren stared at him urgently, panting and sat up, he seemed to be very frightened, but when he saw the lovely glass beside him, his heart was hanging, and he couldn't help but put it down, stretched out his arms, he hugged her tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "I'm a wreck, I'm really a wreck, a dignified seven-foot man, but I can't even protect my beloved woman, I'm useless, I'm really useless, Liuli." ”

Shrinking in his arms, Liuli cried and said: "Don't be like this, send Ren, you are not a wreck, you are not useless at all, in my heart, you will always be the most powerful and useful person, you are not sorry for me, I am sorry for you, I am sorry for you, send Ren." ”

The right hand copied back, Luo Songren wiped away the tears of Liuli with the back of his rough hand, the discomfort in his heart was like being gnawed by thousands of ants, but the smile on his face was still as bright as a flower, he cried, she would cry too.

He didn't want to see her cry, he didn't want to see his beloved woman sad, Luo Songren said softly: "Liuli, thank you, thank you, but father he ......" Speaking of this, he looked around.

Only flowers, and grass!

What about the father? Could it be that his father, recalling the scene just now, Luo Songren was stunned for a moment, he took out a knife from his clothes, cut the hemp rope on Liuli's body, and then took her hand and searched among the rain-soaked corpses.

After a while, Luo Songren finally knelt down beside a plainly dressed corpse that was incompatible with the surrounding Taoist priests.

This white sideburns, kind and steady corpse is his adoptive father Luo Taishan!

Seeing her own father's corpse, Liuli almost fainted, threw herself on the ground, knelt on the ground, and the tears that had just stopped flowed out again, she shouted: "Dad, Dad, Liuli is back to see you, your daughter is back to see you." "She's crying, crying a lot.

The breeze is blowing, the long glass hair is waving in the wind, she still clearly remembers, remembers all kinds of joy with her father when she was a child, and remembers her father's care for herself in the past, now, her father is old, she is older, she wants to take care of her father, she wants to accompany him to enjoy the joy of family, a family, happy, carefree, living together!

It's a pity that everything in front of her is like a merciless hurricane, blowing away all the dreams in her heart.

Liuli loves her father very much, for her father, she can not even want her life, this time she came to the White Lotus Holy Land, not so much to save the people in the village, but to save her father.

Liuli's father is the village chief of Huanghua Village, and he is a responsible village chief of Huanghua Village, at any time and place, he will not abandon the villagers, and he will not abandon Huanghua Village!!

Liuli clearly remembers that day, the day she was forced to join the White Lotus Witch Cult, it was a beautiful autumn day, a harvest day, the golden rape flowers on the mountain road, the golden rice in the fields, and the golden cypress leaves in the village, all revealing the joy and liveliness of the harvest.

But at this moment of harvesting fruits, some people who shouldn't appear, some things that shouldn't appear, but they came as they said, the Qingpao Taoist, a bunch of Qingpao Taoists, Liuli vaguely remembered that the Qingpao Taoist who came that day was the culprit who changed her fate.