The green leaves fluttered, the cold moonlight, Xiao Ying'er's face became extremely pale.

Caused by luck, the three worlds of heaven, earth and man are often full of demons, but throughout the ages, there has never been a hero in that realm who can do what Yama did, sword the thirty-six counties of the underworld, wash the capital in blood, steal the book of life and death, and cross the border to kill the ghost emperor.

He was the first Terran to reach the top of the list of young men with a monk of the mortal realm, because of his appearance "Yama told you to die in the third watch, who can keep you until the fifth watch" and there was no definite answer......

She can't afford to provoke such a demon, neither can the Xiao family, nor can Tang Ziwei.

"Silly woman, the bloodline of the Five Emperors, the heir of the Seven Princes, and the descendants of the ghosts and gods of the thirty-six counties, he has almost killed them all, I advise you not to underestimate him!"

The Son of Heaven was very satisfied with Xiao Ying'er's face, and as he spoke, he lay flat on the roof, continued to stir up the moonlight, and wandered leisurely, not caring about Xiao Ying'er's dangerous situation at all.

After being silent for half a pillar of incense, Xiao Ying'er sighed lightly and said, "Make an offer!"

"Divorce my second brother and marry Luoyang!"

Xiao Ying'er's eyes changed, carefully weighing the pros and cons, her life is not hers, it belongs to the Xiao family, she has never lived alone, and her unique system is the only hope of the Xiao family.

"Hahahaha, don't tell me you're really tempted?"

The Son of Heaven flew down beside Xiao Ying'er, smiling cynically, and calmly staring directly into Xiao Ying'er's eyes.

Xiao Ying'er didn't hide it, she nodded seriously, after all, the human race fairy spirit is two kinds of life, not my race, if that kid can really keep the Xiao family, she doesn't mind committing herself to marrying.

"Don't think about beautiful things, people have already been famous. He's the man you don't want to get. ”

The Son of Heaven said meaningfully, looked at Haoyue and pondered for a moment, and made his own conditions.

"Restrain the forces of Xuan Ce City, don't allow them to participate in the Nine Veins Sword Discussion, I will keep you safe. ”

Xiao Ying'er nodded, her arms folded on her knees, curled up like a kitten under the cold frost, lonely, miserable.

The Yiren were weak and pitiful, but the Son of Heaven was unmoved, and shouted at the shadows in front of him that the moonlight could not reach: "Brother Yama, do you want me to invite you over or do you come by yourself?"

The shadows distorted, and Luoyang appeared in the courtyard, carrying a cyan spirit sword, his eyes were calm, just standing there was enough to make people frightened.

Xiao Ying'er pursed her lips, took a deep breath to suppress her heart palpitations, smiled politely, and was just about to open her mouth when the Son of Heaven was beheaded by a sword.

The afterimage in the courtyard gradually dissipated, Luoyang turned his back to Xiao Ying'er and slowly put away his sword and returned it to the sheath, quiet as night, terrifying as night.

The stand-in immortal puppet fell, and the Son of Heaven appeared on the roof opposite Yama, commenting on Luoyang's attack just now: "Instant Shadow Step, tsk, brother, you ...... faster" Before the words were finished, the Son of Heaven was killed by a sword again.

The stand-in immortal puppet fell again, and the Son of Heaven smiled and took care of his clothes, not caring about Luoyang's big fight.

"Go on, you can cut it this time, I'll tell you, if I resist, I'll take your surname!"

Luoyang didn't do it again, turned to look at Xiao Ying'er, what this woman did couldn't hide from him, and the six cases were everywhere.

Xiao Ying'er subconsciously took a step back, raised her plain hand, and the clouds and mist were surging in her palms, and Qianyuan's clear qi appeared and disappeared from time to time.

"Qianyuan Yunyan, Xiao Fan is your brother?" Luo Yang asked softly, took the long sword back into the Sumeru bag, took off the Yama ghost face, and smiled gently, his expression full of anticipation.

"Do you know him? Do you know where he went? When will he come back? I've been waiting for him so hard!"

Xiao Ying'er was very emotional, forgetting Luoyang's fierceness, stepped forward and grabbed Luoyang's sleeve tightly, and the expectation in her eyebrows and eyes was far more than Luoyang's.

Luoyang turned his spiritual power to suppress the illusory heart Shura, did not answer Xiao Ying'er, and did not even dare to look directly at the pair of eyes full of hope. When he glanced at the Son of Heaven on the roof, his face changed instantly, his eyebrows were raised angrily, and he asked, "Are you here to coerce her?"

"I want to too, but unfortunately it's a step late, my second brother forced her to get engaged a few years ago. ”

Hearing this, Luoyang tilted his head and looked at Xiao Ying'er, with some inquiry in his eyes.

Xiao Ying'er nodded, and just wanted to continue to ask about her brother, but she heard Luoyang say: "Go back and tell Tang Ziwei to cancel the marriage immediately, otherwise, from the Empress Moqi to the two lackeys, cut the grass and eradicate the roots!"

As she spoke, the majestic killing intent dispersed into the night, and the startled Xiao Ying'er changed her face, unable to suppress her horror but still clutching Luoyang's robe sleeves.

"If you send someone to Kunlun Lingyun Peak to find me, I don't care about the Xiao family's, but whoever moves you, I will kill whom!"

Luoyang said seriously, raised his hand and touched his sister's little head for Xiao Fan, took out a green jade phoenix hairpin, and was silent for a while before speaking, "This is a birthday gift he bought for you, he, he asked me to tell you, I'm sorry, he missed the appointment......"

At the end, Luoyang's voice trembled a little, his eyes dodged, and the Zheng Zheng man's eyes were red.

Xiao Ying'er's heartbeat skipped a beat, and her hand was released weakly, and she was covered with tears.

Luoyang didn't look over, and hurriedly disappeared under the moon.

Even if you have imagined and simulated the scene at this time countless times, even if you are sure that you can restrain the emotions in your heart, Luoyang is still unable to help herself at the moment when you are truly immersed in the scene.

Life is short, but love is long.

Xiao Fan, that guy likes to laugh, often misses his sister, carries the heavy responsibility of family rejuvenation, and is more determined than anyone else, leaving nothing behind, except for the green jade phoenix hairpin and an apologetic sorry.

Xiao Ying'er held the green jade phoenix hairpin very tightly, crouched and curled up under the cold moon again, and choked softly.

The Son of Heaven opened his mouth and flew down beside Xiao Ying'er, wanting to comfort but didn't know what to say, so he could only hold Xiao Ying'er into his arms and listen to her cry.

The liquor shops in the city were lit up overnight, and Luoyang gulped down the spirits, wanting to get drunk and difficult to get drunk......

The young patriarch under the moonlight was extremely lonely, standing quietly on the top of Qiongxiao Peak, looking down on the entire silent night.

In an instant, Wu Chen landed beside the young patriarch, and the sword pointed to beckon, and the fairy sword wandering in the air turned into a wisp of cloud qi and disappeared.

"Call out your Senior Brother Lingyin, Gu Chen, Chu Li, and those little cubs, this sword conference is different from the past, and there are many guests. ”

"Ancestor, ...... over there in the sword shrine"

"Don't bother with it, by the way, go to the bamboo forest and knock on the pass to wake up your senior brother Shenjiang, and some things should be settled. ”

Wu Chen nodded, pointed his sword, and the starlight went away for the sword.

The young patriarch sat down cross-legged and stared at Qianling Peak silently.

It's been too long, and a lot of things have been buried by time, maybe the head of Qianling Mountain has forgotten, and the sentence on the sword mound stele "Xianfeng Town Sword Mound, Ten Thousand Swords Lock Qingfeng" was still engraved by him.

The bright light tore through the night, and Luoyang, who was full of wine, turned over, glanced at the wine jars around him, and smiled and walked towards Kunlun Xianmen.

"Every time you fall off a cliff, it's your chance to soar against the wind. ”

This is what Xiao Fan said, Luoyang has not forgotten.