But I can tell him that I am here, with him. ”

I am here, with him, you give birth to me, you die and I die.

The breeze blows up and goes up to the sky leisurely.

Six hundred and seventeen, when the North Stygian Wind trembled and stepped up the 6117th steps, Ziyu stretched out his hand towards the Northern Stygian Wind with a gentle smile.

"Da Shao, let's be together."

Beiming Changfeng raised his head and looked at Shangziyu's eyes full of tenderness and affection, and his numb right hand, which was already painful, slowly raised and held Ziyu's hand.

The voice was hoarse: "Why did you come down?" ”

Ziyu held the hand of the North Stygian Long Wind, stood side by side with the Northern Styx Changfeng on the 617th steps, and looked at the stretching steps ahead: "Without you on my road, the scenery along the way is not beautiful, and I believe that you are the same." ”

I believe that you are the same, without me, you would have lost the meaning of your life.

The North Wind turned his head slightly to look at Ziyu.

Ziyu smiled brightly at the long wind in the north.

You and I can't lose each other, so we must work together to the end.

The five fingers clenched tightly, and the North Shadow Changfeng suddenly grabbed the hand of the subfish, and the strength of the hand was almost to crush the subfish's hand.

Ziyu shook it back, ten fingers intertwined, you have me.

"Let's go." The North Wind screamed in a hoarse voice, and took Ziyu's hand and walked forward.

Go hand in hand and complement each other.

Step by step over the high white jade steps, and every time he fell on it, a scar burst into the body of the Northern Darkness Changfeng.

Ziyu can't see it, but the North Wind itself can see it.

More than 700 knives, the knife to the bone, the blood has dyed the whole body into a bright red bloody man, there is no flesh on the legs, feet and limbs, all the bones are left.

Thousands of knives, a thousand and eight knives, the most top executioner can have a unique skill, cut a thousand and eight knives on a person's body, without cutting the last knife, people can't die, this is the top torture, the feeling of living to bear a knife and a knife on the body, will drive people crazy.

Beads of sweat slipped from little by little to flowing water, flowing down the head, face and body of the Northern Wind Changfeng, and the wet sweat stains on the stairs he walked on were shocking.

Although it is an illusion, it is empathetic, which is the most poisonous part of the phantom flower.

Eight hundred, nine hundred, nine hundred and fifty, nine hundred and seventy steps......

Hand in hand, although the pace is thousands, but never stop.

From the initial carelessness to the last two eyes of the man in blue, his face almost trembled with excitement, and he couldn't help but step forward and stop on the steps.

"There are still twenty-seven steps, and there are twenty-six, quick, fast, there are only more than twenty steps, come up, you must come up for me." The man in blue could barely help but start roaring towards the long wind in the north.

Qin Yun stood beside the man in blue, his eyes fixed on the step by step as if he was carrying a thousand catties of heavy burden, but he was extremely strong, and his tears and snot did not know when he had already flowed his face.

His son-in-law didn't choose in vain, he didn't choose in vain.

"There are three more steps, child, come up, come up." The white shadow fluttered, and someone stood on the top of the steps.

"Boy, come up to me when you die." Someone came from afar.

"Come on." Someone on the top of the mountain stretched out his hand towards the long wind in the north.

"Kid, work hard."

“……”

Figures emerged from behind the mountain peaks, some looked young, some had white hair and white beards, and at this moment, they were all crowded at the top of the steps to watch the long wind of the Northern Underworld.

For many years, no son-in-law of the Qin family has ever come here.

Today, this is the first one.

The first in more than a thousand years.