"Leng Jiuming, I miss you so much in this life, there is only one apprentice like me. Hua Wuying chuckled and said lightly, this may be the last time she saw Leng Jiuming and the last time she talked to him.

She took the Body Devouring Pill, even if she didn't die, it would no longer be her, she would never let Leng Jiuming see her ugly appearance after poisoning, and she didn't want him to risk it again in order to save her.

Behind him, Hua Wuying seemed to have heard the hissing sound of the food coming from the mouths of those poisonous substances right in front of him. Hua Wuying sighed lightly, although she was very reluctant to leave this earthly world, and she was reluctant to never see Leng Jiuming again, but right now, this was the best way. Instead of being gnawed into white bones by poison, or devouring erysipelas and becoming a frightening waste, and still affecting Leng Jiuming at this time, it is better to use Leng Jiuming to teach her thousand-year-old cold silk to cut herself off.

"Shadowless!" When the cold thousand-year-old cold silk was thrown out of Hua Wuying's hand, Leng Jiuming shouted out of his voice, his clear and magnetic voice trembled slightly, and at this moment, a sense of panic that he had never felt before suddenly rose.

Wu Kaiyuan was also taken aback when he saw this, he must not let Hua Wuying die so easily, whether it was Leng Jiuming or Hua Wuying, he would never let them die easily, he wanted to let them be tortured and let them experience his pain.

"Want to get rid of my Wu Kaiyuan's hands? It's not that easy!" Wu Kaiyuan raised his palm and slapped the fishy wind towards Hua Wuying, throwing out the thousand-year-old cold silk, and said angrily.

Hua Wuying ate the Body Devouring Pill he had carefully developed, this Body Devouring Pill was the only one, how could he let Hua Wuying die easily before she was poisoned and tortured?! He wanted to let Hua Wuying poison her hair, and let Leng Jiuming see her poisonous hair and helpless despair with his own eyes.

Hua Wuying was swept right by Wu Kaiyuan's palm wind, but fortunately, Wu Kaiyuan couldn't remember Hua Wuying's life under his anger, and only used less than three layers of internal force. But Rao is like this, bent on death, and the defenseless Hua Wuying still has a heavy hammer blow in the chest, and the whole person floats away from the iron ladder like a fallen leaf, falling straight down to the abyss.

The scenery in front of him was flying upward, and the wind was whistling in his ears, tearing the roots of the flowers and ears faintly painful. In the whistling wind, Hua Wuying could vaguely hear Wu Kaiyuan roaring above, as well as Leng Jiuming's panicked call, and even Ling Shan's frightened cry.

Hua Wuying suddenly wanted to know what kind of expression Leng Jiuming had on his face at the moment, his panic, his sadness, except that she was his apprentice, whether there was any other emotion in it, for example, whether he liked her in addition to the love of master and apprentice, even if it was only a little bit.

But this answer, Hua Wuying may no longer be able to know, unfortunately, until the end of her life, she can't, and she doesn't dare to tell Leng Jiuming that she likes him.

But no matter what, she was once his apprentice, and compared to having nothing to do with it, the master-apprentice relationship is already something that others want and can't ask for. Perhaps, he can only be his Leng Jiuming's apprentice in this life, and it is because he is too greedy that God will make him unable to stay by his side anymore.

I don't regret it, though. A smile rose at the corner of Hua Wuying's mouth, and he closed his eyes, letting himself continue to fall in the howling mountain wind.

Suddenly, Hua Wuying heard a loud bang from above, followed by something falling down rapidly, and Hua Wuying had no time to distinguish what those things kept falling, because her full attention was already attracted by a ragged red dress.

A blood-stained red dress pierced through the clouds and mist, and flew towards her like thunder and lightning, and her long black hair fluttered in the wind, making her handsome face even more enchanting.

Hua Wuying's eyes can no longer see the scenery that is constantly flying upward, and she can no longer see the clouds and mist in the sky, all she sees is Leng Jiuming, he has a handsome face cold, and his blue eyes are as blue as the sea with panic, worry, and anger, in addition, there are complex emotions that Hua Wuying can't see clearly.

This was the first time Hua Wuying had seen Leng Jiuming's eyes with so many emotions, that Leng Jiuming, who seemed to be immortal as if nothing in the world could ever enter his eyes, turned out that he could have such complex emotions in his eyes.

Are these emotions all for himself? Hua Wuying's heart inexplicably swelled with a trace of joy, but this joy lasted only a short moment and then immediately dissipated. Leng Jiuming actually jumped off the iron ladder for himself and fell into the abyss with himself, no! He can't do this! He can't do anything!

Hua Wuying's heart was yelling uncontrollably, but he couldn't make any sound in his mouth, so he could only watch the falling Leng Jiuming gradually enlarge in front of his eyes.

Nope-

Leng Jiuming, if something happens to you, I will never forgive myself!

Just when Hua Wuying lost her mind, she felt that her left arm was tightened, and she was firmly grasped by Leng Jiuming, who was close to her.

Leng Jiuming hugged Hua Wuying's waist, and at the moment when the arm bend was instantly full, Leng Jiuming let out a long sigh, he looked directly at Hua Wuying's eyes full of shocked questions, evoked a wicked smile, and said lightly: "I'm used to being a master, if you die, I have to accept a second apprentice." ”

......The moment Hua Wuying looked at Leng Jiuming's blue eyes, he had completely fallen into the vast deep sea, and he couldn't say a word.

"Leng Jiuming!" Wu Kaiyuan didn't expect Leng Jiuming to see Hua falling off the cliff without a shadow, and he jumped off desperately, so angry that his face turned green.

"Leng Jiuming, you dare to jump off the cliff!" Wu Kaiyuan's angry roar shook the mountains endlessly. He didn't allow Leng Jiuming to leave him, even if Leng Jiuming really wanted to kill himself, he had to die at the hands of his Wu Kaiyuan, not fall off the cliff and die!

An extremely long, wrist-thick black vine suddenly fell from the deep stream where the mountain wind was howling, and Wu Kaiyuan grabbed the vine with one hand and followed, struggling to swing towards Leng Jiuming and Hua Wuying, who were still falling.

The ugly half of Wu Kaiyuan's face continued to ooze thick water, and the other half of his face was twisted with iron, he gritted his teeth and said: "You masters and apprentices want to die together, and be a pair of mandarin ducks with the same fate on Huangquan Road? Even if you die, I will never let you die with others!"

At the same time that Wu Kaiyuan shouted at Leng Jiuming, his free hand pulled out an iron whip covered with sharp thorns from his waist, shook it vigorously, and swept towards Leng Jiuming's arm holding Hua Wuying.

"Leng Jiuming, let me go!" The iron whip in Wu Kaiyuan's hand came at the same time as his fierce and angry voice. He calculated that Leng Jiuming would definitely free up a hand to resist the iron whip that swept towards him.

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