Skulls covered the ground, and under the seats, it was unknown whose severed arms and legs were. The dark red ground was covered with old bloodstains, and the sickle was in Wei Youlian's hand, endlessly unflattering.

The demonic qi was infected with blood, and Yuan was trembling in front of the boiling cauldron.

"Jump!"

"You're jumping!

"We'll see!"

Countless demonic sounds from hell invaded her internal organs, and terrifying notes flashed around her, and no one pulled her back.

"Why don't you jump?"

Wei Youlian dragged Yuan Zhongli over, and the sickle rested on his neck:

"If you don't jump, I'll slaughter this sparrow. ”

Yuan is stupid, it's really a joke, don't take it seriously!

"Witch, I won't let you succeed!"

Yuan Zhongli bumped into Wei Youlian, but he didn't expect people to flash away with a slight flash, but Yuan Zhongli fell into the mud. Yuan Miao closed his eyes, it was too miserable, it was too miserable, I didn't see it.

The knife fell, blood slowly flowed from Yuan Zhongli's leg, and he was still struggling on the ground, hiding his painful expression.

"Yuan Zhongli!"

"If you don't jump, you'll really wipe your neck. ”

Wei Youlian put the knife on Yuan Zhongli's neck again.

Yuan Zhongli dragged his stump leg and shook his head at Yuan Miao in pain.

"Ethereal ......"

Yuan Yan silently turned his body around, not wanting to see this heartbreaking scene. Yuancha's eyes were moist, and Xiahou Jinmu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but unfortunately there was no way at all.

Wei Youlian casually admired his long flame-red nails, and he didn't know how many people's eyeballs had broken his nails.

"If I jump, you'll let them go. ”

Yuan Miao raised his head and said to Wei Youlian.

"Okay. ”

Wei Youlian's nails crossed Yuan Zhongli's pale face, and he looked at Yuan Ethereal with interest.

Having received the promise, Yuan Mi turned around sadly and faced the pot, the pot that exuded the aroma of spices.

"Ethereal don't!!"

Heart-rending cry, the first time he saw Yuan Zhongli's appearance, Yuan Ethereal jumped up, turned into a grass, and fell into the oil pot.

"Ethereal!"

A strong wind howled, and black flames ignited the entire cavern, reflecting everyone's faces. The rope that tied Yuan Zhongli was broken away by his mana, and Yuan Zhongli ran to the oil pot like crazy and reached out to fish for Yuan Ethereal.

Knowing that the people of the demon clan couldn't believe it, she knew that Wei Youlian wouldn't let them go, but she didn't want to watch Yuan Zhongli being killed!

Sorry, go first.

If it weren't for her, the brothers and sisters wouldn't come, but they were pulled into the water by her. What's the shame of dying in front? Perhaps, in the Dragon Palace, she should have died, and she stole it all these days.

Wing Scale, Wing Scale......

She dreamed of him again.

The blue light veil in the Tilting Heng Palace swayed with the candle seedlings, hung her favorite prayer wind chimes, and the white-clothed male god splashed ink, painting her appearance.

The appearance of ice glass.

"Yuan Ethereal, wake up!"

When she opened her eyes, she was in Yuan Zhongli's arms, and Yuan Zhongli's face still had tears on his face. His arms were burned, his legs were cut by Wei Youlian, and his whole body was blurred with flesh and blood, and he was miserable.

"You cried ......"

Yuan Miao was a little surprised, the first time he saw Yuan Zhongli crying, it was because of himself.

Yuan Zhongli hugged Yuan Miao tightly in his arms, his whole body was trembling, and he barely jumped out a few words:

"Scared the hell out of me......"

Usually I am not afraid of heaven and earth, but I am afraid that something will happen to Yuan.

"It's good that you're okay......"

"What should I do if you have something to do? ”

"It's okay, it's okay, the limbs are still there, and it doesn't matter if you have a brain or not. ”

"Don't scare me like that next time......"

Yuan Miao struggled for a moment:

"Are you bothered?"

Yuan Zhongli didn't pay attention to her, but put a lip print on her forehead.

Who would believe it?

"Separate the old lady!"

There was a fire burning in Wei Youlian's eyes, his two hands waved, and the poisonous mist hit, and Yuan Zhongli and Yuan Miao were forcibly separated by her.

"I hate you couples the most! What kind of love and love, it's all fake! It's all fake! Men don't have a good thing!"

There were a few crackling sounds, and Wei Youlian waved his sleeves and pushed everything on the table to the ground. The fire scurried on the ground a few times and then extinguished, like the love of an infatuated woman, and finally fell into the abyss.

"Wing Heng...... Don't go, wait for me ......"

Wei Youlian got up and ran out, chasing an illusory shadow, the shadow of the person in her heart.

"Sister, she went through a relationship to become like this, don't blame her. ”

Wei Younuan stepped forward to help Yuan Miao and sent her to Yuan Zhongli's side. Yuan Zhong, who was still crying with joy just now, parted too much, as if he didn't want to admit the impulse just now.

"Hundreds of years ago, she was a fairy. ”

It seems to be stupid, the heart is drunk, don't complain that the piano tune is not responding, and how many layers of smoke and water.

In the misty ninefold sky, Su Juan flew around the Heng Palace, and the story of that male god can be said for a long time. Beside the white clothes, the dark red is entangled, and the side of Yiheng is innocent and pitiful.

"Brother Yiheng!"

I have never seen her such a lovely fairy, always holding a bouquet of phoenix roses in her hand, dancing happily in the Heng Palace. At that time, Yiheng sat next to her, writing love letters on plain paper and painting Danqing on rice paper.

"Li'er's dance is beautiful, a beauty that is difficult to depict with pen and ink. ”

"If Brother Yiheng likes it, Li'er will jump every day, and only Brother Yiheng will jump alone!"

"You. ”

Yi Heng stroked her hair affectionately.

The days went by like this, and they accompanied each other, morning and twilight. You Lian leaned on Yi Heng's shoulder and said in a mosquito-like whisper:

"Brother Yiheng, let's double cultivate. ”

"Huh?"

Yi Heng pretended not to hear.

Youlian was shy, and nestled her whole face in Yi Heng's arms. Yi Heng sniffed the aroma of the tea on the table, and said softly:

"Good. ”

Afterward......

Blazing flames, gods and demons war. Fighting side by side with Yi Heng, Yu Lian repelled wave after wave of demon armies. The Heavenly Soldiers were losing and retreating, and the situation was not good, so Yi Heng had a plan to send an undercover agent over to destroy their lair.

Originally, Yi Heng wanted to go by himself, but he was pulled by Youpian:

"Brother Yiheng, you are the god of war and the main force of the heavenly soldiers, let's let Li'er go, Li'er is not afraid of anything!"

Yi Heng agreed:

"Well, that's it. ”

Pity is at a loss:

"Brother Yiheng, don't you hesitate?"

"I'll take you out," Yi Heng said, "Trust me, I'll definitely take you out." ”

And then......

The Heavenly Soldiers won the final victory, but Yi Heng did not come. Youlian was tortured in the demon clan, and year after year, ten years and ten years, and a hundred years passed, even if Youlian fell into the demon path, Yi Heng never looked for her.

"Oh my God, is Yiheng Xingjun such a person?"

Yuan Miao bit his finger and said.