Obviously, she is almost in Beihai, and if she persists a little longer, she can save her, she has thought about changing her life for a life, and she will live in the demon world with Xuan Ran.

"I can save her, just a little, just a little, give me a little more time and I can save her, I really can. Luo Zhu began to talk to herself, she couldn't bear the pain of losing Lindong, and she was just a little short of being able to save her.

Along the way, she almost didn't dare to sleep, she didn't even dare to stop, as soon as she closed her eyes, she was Lindong's firm eyes and smile, her tears didn't dare to fall in her eyes, she smiled and wiped away Luo Zhu's tears, she hugged Luo Zhu, Luo Zhu's stiff and cold body had a trace of temperature.

"Luo Zhu, if you leave here, Master will set foot here, and I will wait for you to save me. ”

How dare Luo Zhu close his eyes during this time, as soon as he closes his eyes, he looks like Lindong, and there is endless darkness. In the darkness, it is always as if there are many tentacles pulling Luo Zhu into the abyss and hell, and the abyss is full of dark sounds and screams.

And the speckled face and the warmth that sprayed on her face, she remembered, she remembered it all, the arrow was only a finger away from her, the speck pushed her away, everyone pushed her away, Aunt Yanlan, Lindong and the spot.

She would love to bear it with them, she was too weak and everyone lost their precious lives to protect her.

Now she had lost her most precious winter, the smiling girl she had finally lost, and no one laughed with her, wiped her tears, shared snacks with her, and her future was no longer visible, but she was all in her plans.

Luo Zhu cried and cried and fell asleep, her eyes were swollen very high, Feng Qingmo held her in her arms, she was still whispering Lindong's name in her dream, tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, he wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes for her, and the horse's hooves stepped on the soft ground.

Linhai is the northernmost part of the North Sea, two people dismounted, stepped on the beach, where there is no end to the sea except the sea, the real sea and sky, the blue water spreads from the foot to the end.

"Do you know where I'm going?" Luo Zhu glanced at Linhai, his voice full of exhaustion.

"I'll go with you. Feng Qingmo did not hesitate.

After the dragon man dies, a sacrificial ceremony is held, and the deceased dragon man is placed on a small bamboo raft, wearing his favorite clothes and two favorite objects by his side, and drifting along the sea.

There is no wind in the sea, the bamboo raft will not move after it arrives, no one knows what happened to the dragon people who entered, I heard the older generation say that there is a huge whirlpool in the middle of the sea, and all the bamboo rafts will be swept into it and then return to the sea.

Luo Zhu turned around and suddenly hugged Feng Qingmo, he responded and hugged her, she put her feet around his neck and kissed his lips, the rope slipped in his hand, he slowly closed his eyes, the sea breeze blew the hair of the two, and the huge sun was quiet on the sea.

He didn't slow down, his body had softened, Luo Zhu hugged him, Feng Qingmo had already fallen asleep, and she reached out to touch the bridge of his tall nose.

Blackened, thinned. Luo Zhu let go of the last trace of affection, put the hairpin and the net bottle in his arms in his hand, she looked at him, and smiled helplessly.

I don't want to lose you with me, I'm going to do what I have to do. I'm sorry I deceived you, I said I didn't want to marry you, in fact, I was very happy when you told me, I was willing to stay in the demon world, really willing.

Besides, do you think that if I really marry you, will you take those more than 100 concubines? I know, you won't.

I wish you to find a lover as soon as possible, forget me in this sea, never see each other again in this life, and everything is fine.

Luo Zhu turned around, put the bamboo raft that had been prepared long ago in the water, stepped on it, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and squinted at the growing sun in front of him.

She's going to look for it, even if it doesn't work out, and there's something she has to figure out.

The bamboo row stood firmly on the sea, Luo Zhu propped up a wooden oar, paddling for a while, the sun slowly set, and the sky darkened.

Luo Zhu looked at the gradually darkening sky, and realized that she had left in a hurry and forgot to bring the illuminated beads, she sat on the bamboo raft and began to hold her breath.

She took a deep breath, and all that entered her nose was the fishy sweet smell of the sea, and the water near the sea was crystal clear, and she could see many living things, and when she looked closely, she found that they were all dead.

There are four verses leading to the underworld: The snow in the mountains is not a mountain, and the mirror in the water is not water. The mountain at the top is a mountain, and the thing that is stagnant is water.

There are three stagnant waters in the Six Realms, one is the quicksand sea, the second is the Xuanying Sea, and the third is the sea, the end of the sea, if the joint verse is right, it is the sea at the end of the North Sea.

Poetry fans are not too difficult, there are not many people who go, after all, there are still a few people like Luo Zhu who are full of food and have nothing to do to find death, and those who go are all staying in Linhai, and there is no life left.

Luo Zhu's luck, every night to suffer the torture of rebirth, all the meridians retrograde, breaking the routine, the wound is torn open and healed again, this regeneration power is not as good as imagined, the sweat on her forehead is falling drop by drop, and her clothes are soaked with cold sweat.

The bamboo paddle moved, only slightly, Luo Zhu suddenly opened her eyes, clenched the virtual bamboo sword, the wooden paddle shook slightly, she tried to pull up the wooden oar, and there was also a force in the sea that dragged the wooden oar.

A sharp sword qi cut through the seawater, and a cloud of black gas dispersed under the wooden oar, and he couldn't see his five fingers, and he couldn't even hear the sound of the sea, Luo Zhu breathed evenly, closed his eyes and felt the breath around him.

Nothing. Luo Zhu frowned, this Linhai is really not simple, looking down at his feet, he still can't see anything clearly, if it weren't for the night, Luo Zhu would have suspected that he was blind.

Unable to see the direction and not rush forward, Luo Zhu stretched out two fingers, and a trace of flame ignited on her fingertips, she looked around the bamboo row with a cold face, and there was still nothing, but she obviously felt that something was approaching.

Could it be under the bamboo raft? Luo Zhu held his sword and stabbed it into the crack of the bamboo row, and a pool of black blood slowly gushed out, rippling out, more and more.

"Luo Zhu. "Crying began to come from the bottom of the sea, the crying was in the period of Aiai, the grievance was desolate, and the voice was cold and pale, and the voice was in winter.

Her voice came from all directions, there was the sound of fingertips tapping the bamboo row, a miserable howl came, the fire on Luo Zhu's fingertips was extinguished at once, she held the Void Bamboo Sword and slashed a few swords in the air, all of them were thrown into the air.

What a ghost. More and more voices came, the grievances were like crying, most of them were sharp and ugly, Luo Zhu realized that it was not good, there were more and more ghost things.