Baili Wuchen didn't know what Yu Weiyan was thinking, and before he could hold her for half a cup of tea, he felt that his throat was already churning very uncontrollably.

His time is running out, and he can't spend it any longer, otherwise if Yan'er finds out, she will be sad.

"Yan'er, wait for me to come back."

"Okay." Yu Weiyan pursed his lips and smiled, and after saying a good word, Baili Wuchen turned around and left.

Jian Yao took the time very well, and as soon as Baili Wuchen turned around, he flashed out.

Yu Weiyan stood in place and watched Baili Wuchen and Jian Yao fly up Bai Ze's shoulder, she waved at Baili Wuchen, and said with a smile: "Pay attention to safety." ”

"Good ......"

Jian Yao was listening to the good word "Baili Wuchen", and his heart hurt fiercely, what kind of mood should he be in to face such a parting of life and death?

He turned his head to look at Baili Wuchen's face, and it was not difficult to see that it was already his limit when he appeared.

"Silverwing, let's go!" Jian Yao said something in Bai Ze's ear, Bai Ze got up and went up, a few white clouds floated up under the hooves, and flew into the sky with the two of them.

After the two left, Day and Moon also got on their horses and galloped away in the direction of the Taixu Holy Realm.

After Bai Ze went to the sky, Baili Wuchen lowered his eyes and looked down, and when he could no longer see the delicate figure, he finally couldn't help but lean to the side, and a mouthful of thick blood gushed out of his throat.

"Absolutely!" Jian Yao exclaimed in exclamation.

Baili Wuchen covered his chest and raised his hand and said, "Third Senior Brother, it's okay." ”

"You're like this, how can it be okay? Who is trying to harm you? Why are you hiding it like this? ”

Baili Wuchen's good-looking sword eyebrows were twisted together because of pain, and he didn't answer Jian Yao's words, only took out a thick stack of letterhead from his arms.

Jian Yao looked at those letterheads, his brows furrowed: "What is this?" ”

"This is my letter to Yan'er, the letter has a date, I don't know how long I can last, maybe I can't hold on, whether I am in a coma or dead, please be sure to hand over these letterheads to the hands of the day, let him send them to Yan'er according to the time."

Jian Yao listened to his instructions, staring at the thick pile of letterheads, and his eyes suddenly became hot.

There is a saying that men don't flick when they have tears, but they don't know that they just haven't reached the sad place.

Such a scene made the seven-foot man cry.

How deep should this be to be so deep?

Was he afraid that his words would be sad to know that he was dead? That's why I wrote a letter to her at a fixed time.

A tear fell down Jian Yao's resolute face, and seeing that the tear was about to fall on the letterhead, Baili Wuchen's palm turned and removed half a point of the letterhead.

"The contents of my letters are all festive, and I don't want to make you cry on them, and I thought I wrote them with sadness."

Jian Yao choked in his throat, and glanced at Baili Wuchen with hatred.

Baili Wuchen looked at him, pulled his lips and smiled: "Third Senior Brother, over the years, I have always felt that you have no heart and lungs, and you are the one who laughs the happiest all day long, it turns out that you also have seven emotions and six desires......"

"Don't say any more, be careful that I shut your mouth."

"I won't say it, and I don't have the strength to say it." Baili Wuchen's voice was already a little weak.