As the last wisp of light ink disappeared into colorful fog beads in the vast sky, the curtain color of blue and ink was dispersed, splashing ink like a thick painting. The stars jumped up little by little, scorching and brilliant into songs, and rushed to the prosperity of the sky like a moon.

Several colorful dazzling auroras swept by, shaking out Zhao Hehuan's white face under the poplar tree. Half-leaning on the trunk of the tree, she did not fall asleep, but raised her eyes to look at the stars in the sky, silent.

There was already a snoring around him, and Zhi Xuan fell on Situ Ming's shoulder, and the saliva had soaked his clothes and shoulders into a dull color. Xuanwu was lying on the branch with his sword in his hand, and he was also closing his eyes to recuperate, as if he had entered a state of half-sleep.

Only Ling Yuan, who was also sitting on the ground with his back to the trunk of the tree, was still staring at this exotic sky with deep eyes, lazily and wantonly enjoying the tranquility of the moment.

A hot breeze in the desert blew on the tip of Ling Yuan's nose, carrying a slight fragrance from Zhao Hehuan's hair, and the first sound was as warm and cool as poplar catkins.

"Still asleep?" Ling Yuan asked softly, the wind passing without a trace.

"Nope. The stars are so beautiful tonight. Reluctant to sleep. ”

Zhao Hehuan's pink lips bypassed the faint smile, and Liluofei was drunk in the dry air of the desert.

A burst of mint cool.

The voice was cool and cool into Ling Yuan's ears, slightly itchy but unbearably throbbing, he felt Zhao Hehuan's deep and shallow breathing, looked at the brightest one in the starry sky, was distracted, and muttered to himself: "It's so beautiful." ”

The figures of the two were stretched and intertwined and overlapped by the poplar tree, Ling Yuan slowly stretched out his hand, and the shadow fell on Zhao Hehuan's hair, sliding through the softness of his fingertips.

Probably, in this life, it is difficult to have such a woman, let herself go to great lengths to protect and love......

Poplar trees, twinkling stars in the sky, bronzing quicksand, under the wind of the northern country, with the gentleness of the world - the gentleness that Zhao Hehuan does not know.

In the many sleepless nights that followed, every inch of the scenery here became Ling Yuan's wine for the moon, exclusive and fragrant.

What Zhao Hehuan didn't know was that under this same starry sky, she looked at the person who was missing in the moonlight, and at this time she was across a sand dune, silently watching and staring at her, and accompanying her, sleepless.

Mo Tian's indifferent and arrogant figure stood on the peak of the next hill, and the wind was always lonely and unbearable to raise his dark clothes, and the temperature within reach was unreachable, but it was an unreachable distance.

What appears in her eyes and what she remembers in her heart will be herself?

Although Mo Tian was so desperate to hope that within half a year of her last breath, she could completely forget herself unharmed, but why at this moment, when he saw that there was another man beside her, who was also guarding her with his life like him, why did the astringency in his heart only increase?

In the night sky, a fluorescent-green tail suddenly swept by, crossing the northern aurora that happened to be galloping, and in a moment, it fell at the end of the horizon, as if entering the blue underground sea buried deep under the sandflow.

"Meteor ......" Zhao Hehuan's eyes flashed a thousand surprises, like the tip of an iceberg suddenly burst into flames, burning the ice field that had been silent for thousands of years.

"Meteor...... What's wrong......" Ling Yuan heard the surprise in Zhao Hehuan's tone, turned his head, and with a deep smile, he landed the afterglow on the deep vortex behind Zhao Hehuan's ears.

"Before, in the Elven Sea, Mo Tian accompanied me to see meteors. I remember that at that time, he disliked me for being too stupid and couldn't learn to fly with a sword...... "Zhao Hehuan's beautiful eyes were full of memories of the past, and what was inexhaustible in his eyes was the lingering nostalgia, with a drop of tears, falling in the sand, and the lips melted away, but it was like a firework of longing, and a faint death.

The deep smile on the corner of Ling Yuan's mouth froze on his lips when he heard Zhao Hehuan mention the word "Mo Tian", and turned into deep loneliness and helplessness.

He turned his head silently, not deliberately remembering, but his slender fingertips had already unconsciously scratched a mark of different shades in the thick gravel. The word "Huan", beside him, snuggled up into a poem.

Zhao Hehuan lowered his eyes and spread out his palm, and in the palm of his hand lay quietly the jade pendant given to her by Mo Tian. The Stone seemed to sense the dampness and heat of Zhao Hehuan's palm, and emitted a faint blue glow, lining her fair face, flickering bright.

On that day, Mo Tian said, let's get married.

The figure not far away keenly caught this faint blue light, and reached out to touch the light, but his steps had taken a step forward that he was not aware of.

And at this moment, Zhao Hehuan's palm slowly closed, and the faint light blue light was collected by her in the palm of her hand, leaving only the sky full of stars.

With the fainting of that pale blue light, the brightness in Mo Tian's eyes suddenly closed, dimming a layer of quicksand under his feet.

And the kick that he hasn't had time to take back.

The night gradually deepened, and a few leaves of poplar trees swirled and fluttered and landed on Zhao Hehuan's shoulders, which were blown by the wind and scattered on the ground, a layer of half-covered sand.

She was already asleep.

Ling Yuan heard her slight even breathing, turned sideways, and stared at her curled eyelashes, which were already stained with a little crystal dewdrop, faintly transparent.

Ling Yuan propped up the sand with one hand, closed his eyes, and through the ambiguous moonlight of the stars, he dropped a gentle kiss on Zhao Hehuan's forehead, shallow and wet.

The flap of her lips lingered on her jade-like skin for a moment, and then she reluctantly moved it away, reluctantly moving it away, stirring up the weakness in Ling Yuan's heart.

And when the figures of Ling Yuan and Zhao Hehuan overlapped in one place, on the sand dunes not far behind him, Mo Tian lost his mind for a while, and as if he was out of proportion, the Ice Spirit Cold Sword "clang-" fell to the ground, splashing a section of sand.

The night of the desert, an inch of solitude and coolness, a minute of warmth, the shallow weaving and half-intertwined outline the Sanskrit sound of the camel bell from afar.

Shadow Three. Or reminiscence, or joy, or half-life.

At this moment, at the other end of the desert, a white figure flew over the sand dune, and the toes touched the gravel without leaving a trace of depression, and then leaped up to another higher sand dune, coming in the direction where the swallow was tilting.

Suddenly, a figure crossed in front of him, blocking his way.

The scabbard of the Seven Jewels Sword Belt made a buzzing sound, clenched in Bai Suxiao's hand, and pointed at Qi Chu, leaving no room for it.

"Where are you going, Senior Qi Chu?" The sword in Bai Suxiao's hand was held in his hand in a reversal, and the blade of the sword had been pointed at Qi Chu's throat, and his gaze was as sharp as an ice pillar in the wax moon, a sharp and thorny threat.

"Get out of the way. You can't beat me. I don't want to do it either. Qi Chu's tone was full of helplessness, but it was also an unquestionable admonition.

The sword in Bai Suxiao's hand took another step forward, lowered his voice and said in a deep voice: "I know that you are going to find Zhao Hehuan, and then hand her over to Huangfu Qianlan." I also know that you have to do it out of necessity. However, since I, Bai Suxiao, know it, I definitely won't let you get one step closer to her. Even if it were true that I might die by your sword, I would have to gamble desperately. ”

"You should know that I will not show mercy. Qi Chu's words paused slightly, and with a little hesitation, he fell out, but resolutely.

"I won't put my seniors in danger. But I beg my seniors to agree to my reluctant request for a solution of both worlds. Seeing that Qi Chu was a little hesitant, Bai Suxiao made a neat withdrawal in his hand, and returned to his back with his sword and sheath, bowing his head and making a sincere gesture.

When Qi Chu heard this, an imperceptible light flashed in his eyes, and he asked in a low voice, "Young man, please speak." ”

"Take me back. ”

Bai Suxiao raised his eyes and said firmly and confidently.

The clarity and concern in the eyes are unobstructed.

And at this moment, on the sand dunes not far away, Mo Tian's figure suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Thunder Pie. Basilica of the Holy Lord.

Huangfu Tinglan was flipping through the bamboo book, and the ambergris incense on the side was spreading out, mixing the green taste of the light bamboo in the book and the tea fragrance of green ink, and he was a little sleepy.

Just when she was drowsy, there was a "bang-" sound, and a figure fell in front of her eyes, and Qi Chu fell heavily in front of the door of the main hall.

Huangfu glanced at Lan Lan, and the figure was dressed in women's clothes, but half of her body was in the bundled bag, and she couldn't see it. And the figure is face down, which is really difficult to make out carefully.

"Senior Qi Chu...... Dare to ask who this man is?"

Huangfu Qianlan already had some doubts in his heart, but he still had a smile like a flower on his face, and asked Qi Chu without revealing any flaws.

"As you can see. Zhao Hehuan. Where's the incense?"

Qi Chu's face was as indifferent as an iceberg, and he couldn't see a trace of waves.

"Since my predecessors brought the person I wanted, then I always have no reason to hold on to the person on the tip of your heart. It's just that...... This, let me see if this person is genuine, Zhao Hehuan, do you say yes?"

Huangfu tilted Lan's smile deepened, like a poppy, captivating the country and the city, but it was poison.

"Since the Holy Lord is not at ease, he can check it out in person, and Qi will not stop him. ”

Qi Chu lowered his head and took a step back, but his left foot inadvertently brought out the left front, and he could spin up at any time.

Huangfu Qianlan was already on guard in his heart, but his face did not change, his feet were as light as stepping on the clear water lotus pond, and when he was still three steps away from that figure, his face suddenly sank, and the wide cuffs fanned the motionless figure on the ground with a strong wind!

At this moment, that figure suddenly soared up, and the Seven Jewel Sword hidden in the arm traveled against the water and pointed straight at the heart of Huangfu Qianlan!

Huangfu Tianlan was just about to withdraw and retreat backwards, but found that Qi Chu, who was very skillful, had already secretly blocked his way of retreat from the left, and his sword had also reached his back!

Enemy on the belly and back!