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Divorce?

Zhi Yuan looked at the source of the voice, and was shocked by the other party's excellent appearance for a moment, and before he could say anything, he saw Qingyu's expression mournful, coughed violently, and fell on the bed again.

Blood spilled from his mouth, staining the thin quilt red. Zhi Yuan stroked his back with one hand, and transmitted spiritual power to heal him, quickly stabilizing his condition. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled apologetically at Lihuan, "I'm sorry." If you don't dislike the girl, you can come in and sit down. ”

He poured a glass of water and handed it to her, "The conditions are simple, and I am smiling at the girl." My name is far away, just call me far away. The jade case is injured, I will go to pick some herbs, the girl can catch up with him, if you don't want to, just drink and go. I will take my leave in advance. ”

He took off the bamboo utensils for collecting the medicine and walked out the door quickly. As soon as he walked a hundred paces, he couldn't help but spit blood.

The old wound that hurt the root bone had not healed, and it took him a lot of spiritual power to heal the Qingyu case, and the other party's injury was not good, but he almost injured the foundation.

Tsk, it's useless. also laughed at the Qingyu case, and it was clear that he was also a joke.

He slowly straightened up and walked to the depths of the forest, plainly dressed, young as jade, but unfortunately there was no brightness in his eyes, and he lost his youthful spirit.

She remembered the dull pain of the man's fist falling on the flesh as he struggled to die, and her lips fluttered as she spat out filthy curses from her sealed throat. His face turned from red to pale, and his glaring eyes gradually rolled up.

Hurry, hurry, hold on...... There was a sudden sharp pain in her forehead, as if she had been hit hard out of thin air, her eyes went black, and her whole brain was buzzing. The man also collapsed on top of her at the same time.

He's dead.

Blood trickled down his forehead and into his eyes, and his vision was bright red. But she was still alive, her breath was faint, and she couldn't even make a sound.

Zhuang Can's eyes struggled to open, struggling to discern the source of the attack in the dimness of the gradual numbing pain and dizziness. There was a silhouette of a man next to the bed, a gun...... The gun, she stared at the man next to the bed in a daze, and her heart was held against something hard.

What the...... Is that a gun?

But the metal against her heart suddenly became cold and piercing, and suddenly it was unbearable, and she felt as if she had been thrown into an endless abyss, and the illusory and ethereal nursery rhymes sounded in her ears, and it was pitch black all around, only the light at the far end was dazzling.

The muzzle of the gun stimulated the nerves that were already in disarray, and her chaotic brain could hardly think. The moment the gun rang out, her eyes widened suddenly, her eyes were covered with a thick bright red, but she couldn't stop the flash of light.

[Player Zhuang Can dies, and the game ends.]

Zhuang Can woke up in desolation.

The green wolf was strewn all over the field, and several hideous-looking giant beasts were lying on the corpse and chewing on it, and suddenly raised their heads to stare at her, their faces were covered with blood, and their green eyes flashed with fierce light.

Zhuang Can looked at them blankly. Everything was like a dream, and she was wearing a pale gold gown with her own skirt cut off, and the sharp dagger that Shocking had thrown at her was at her hand.

It's all like a voice telling her, don't be afraid, Zhuang Can, everything just now is fake.

But the nerves all over her body were throbbing and aching, and every scene was deeply seared into her mind, and she remembered every action, any word. The pain is real, the injury is real, every punch, every impact, is really tearing the bloody wound in the spirit, you tell me, why is all this fake?

The crimson tongue licked the white fangs of the forest, and the huge monster approached step by step.

Why is all this being treated as fake?

Zhuang Can grabbed the dagger and rushed forward, the dagger pierced through the monster's thick fur, tearing, cutting, and splashing bright red all over the ground in the darkness. What if it was lifted open with a palm, what about the white and exposed bones under the wound, only the nerve endings twisted and trembling under the pain could make her feel that all this was real.

Until every inch of pain fits into the memory, the despair of being under the claws of the giant beast sweeps through the whole body. Once again, she was controlled by her opponent, and she saw the blood-drenched mouth and a sickly smile in her green eyes.

I don't throw in the towel

There was a shimmering light in her eyes, even more dazzling than at the moment when the gun rang out. The power of the whole body exploded on the bloodied hands, and the dagger pierced into the mouth of the giant beast, deep into the throat, piercing the brain stem, killing with one blow.

That's it, let's end it.

Zhi Yuan held Shen Changming's hand holding the medicine hoe and dug out the herbs on the ground, "You have to dig like this." I need some herbs to heal my internal wounds, and I'm tired. ”

After the words fell, he bent down and shoveled up a tassel grass to treat internal injuries, "Although I am the lord of the divine realm, I rarely stay in the divine realm. I always like to travel in the mountains and rivers, make friends from all walks of life, and come to the demon world, to say a long story, in short, to repay the gratitude. ”

He turned his head sideways and smiled at Shen Changming, "Maybe the elder also knows this person." In my opinion, it is not a big deal, whether it is a god or a demon, a human being, a demon, a demon, no matter what kind ......of existence it is, as long as he lives freely, he can't live well? Elder, don't learn from that guy, you know that your destiny is your own but you want to live for others, you don't believe the words of those who don't have to do it, you don't listen to the words of people who are really good to him, you put a lot of shackles on yourself, you live so tired, and you want to show the enemy pleasure. If we wait, I think that someone else offends me, I will pay it back, as for those so-called righteous words that do not like to hear, it is impossible to reach the ears, they like to say, I can't stop their mouths, but I won't be less skinned by them, anyway, I don't live for them. Elder, do you think that's the truth?"

Zheyuan picked a light purple flower from the ground and handed it to Shen Changming, "This is called Xiaoyao grass, which can be used for winemaking, if it is used as a guide, the wine produced is extremely mellow, and the wine should not be used to eliminate sorrow, the world always wants to raise a glass to eliminate sorrow, in my opinion, it is simply a practice of fine wine, what is the use of drinking when you are worried? It is better to kill the person who makes you sad or beat it, so that you can see the matter of the king's sorrow, and it is not bad to ignore it directly, in short, borrowing wine to eliminate sorrow is bad to practice wine, not to mention raising a glass to eliminate sorrow and sorrow. If you want to drink, you should drink freely, and like this, you can live up to the wine, what do you say?"

Draw the bridge smoke willow, the south of the Yangtze River to catch the moon.

Silver threads are like snow, better than smoke and twilight.

Fenghua has golden eyes, shallow eyebrows, a shallow posture, looking at the end of the smoke and waves, it is a woman in a red skirt who smiles smartly, the silver filament is not bound, and the narrow eyes are half closed.

Suddenly, the drunken wind rose, tired and raised his eyebrows, and saw the end of his eyes, and the young man walked.

Silver hair and blood eyes, eyelashes like butterflies.

Then he hooked his lips and chuckled, and said in a coated voice, "If your hands and feet are really tight, I will write a letter, and you will come." ”

"Xiao Changming, I haven't seen you for a long time, do you miss me?"

Raising the slender hand, the jade fingers were slightly hooked, and the delicate jaw of the person who picked it up, the smile on the corner of the lips became more and more playful, and the words were not serious.

"Xiao Changming looks good again~

The young man's face was expressionless, he only gently pinched the jade-like wrist, and glanced at Gu Yu from the end of his eyes, "This beauty, take it away, thank you." ”

Glancing at the glamorous beauty with light silver threads, Shen Changming also smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were full of narrowness, "But this beauty, at first glance, looks so moving, she is not afraid of being plundered and sold into the building?"

"For example, Ling Yan Pavilion?"

The people of the Humane Demon Realm Demon Cheng Gu Yu are picturesque, and at a glance they are ten thousand years old, and Gu Feng of the God Realm also has the appearance of heaven and man.

Although the beauty is beautiful, if you are used to seeing it, you also feel that it is no different from ordinary people, in the end, but it is slightly more handsome.

Just as he was about to continue to tease Gu Yu for a few words, he suddenly heard his voice, so he raised his eyes and swept it.

With a soft cry of displeasure, Shen Changming untied the hairband, grabbed the white fur of Moyu, pointed slightly on his toes, and his body moved.

Silver hair fluttering, bloody eyes.

grabbed the girl who fell off the cliff, and with a light touch, her body gradually stabilized.

The cold and clear voice suddenly rose, his eyebrows were full of disdain, and before the chill under his eyes suddenly rose, he raised his lips and chuckled.

"It seems that no matter where you live, you will inevitably see such dregs. ”

Gently settled the frightened girl and chuckled.

The slender left hand bent his fingers and tapped the folding fan on his waist, and the five fingers of his right hand pinched the Huangquan scabbard.

"God ......"

The corners of the young man's lips raised a strange arc, only to hear him say lightly, "Xiaojunye, this time, I'm going to cause you trouble again......"

You must never make the same mistake again......

He remembered the innocent people who died tragically at his hands, and slapped the big hole around his body with an indifferent expression, self-destructing his cultivation, raising his hand to break the tendon of his right hand holding the sword, to ensure that when he went crazy, others would be able to protect themselves when they met him.

You find Xuantian lying under a tree, bleeding profusely, and he holds a shiny shard in his hand through his wrist

The color of blood burned Yuanyuan's eyes, tearing at his already precarious sanity. He staggered to Xuantian's side, wanting to pick him up and take him to the hospital, but because his right hand couldn't exert his strength, he could only barely hold the other party's upper body in his arms. The ghostly voice screamed in his head, and he ignored it.

"It's useless, you can't protect anyone, you will only bring bad luck to the people around you!!"

"Brother, old woman, now there is another Xuantian, you are really powerful, so many people have been affected by you......"

"Do you hear your souls asking for your life? They are so miserable that they died at the hands of people like you......"

"Maybe your sins are too many to write about, but you forgot about them, hahahaha, you're such a disgusting guy......"

"What qualifications do you have to live? you don't deserve it at all!haha., come on, the abyss and hell are your destination haha......"

He muttered distractedly, "I know, I know all this......"

He looked at Xuantian's pale and blood-colored face, and unconsciously reached out to his lips.

By the time he reacted, his wrist had been cut with a deep wound without him knowing it, and blood was rushing out, all of which he forced into Xuantian's mouth.

That might be fine......

As he thought about it, his eyes darkened a little, and the countless indistinguishable voices in his head were mixed together, giving him a splitting headache.

His fingers inadvertently touched the shard, and large memories flooded into his mind, and the injuries disappeared.

......

The former peace and happiness of Xieyang Palace were all broken, and overnight, the blood flowed like a river, relying on a body of cultivation without vain, and the monks in the palace fought hard with the monks, but after all, they were still defeated, and finally died without a full body.

The cultivators broke into the inner sanctum and took pleasure in torturing the children, the boys had their hands and feet cut off, and the girls had their clothes torn apart...... As the only adult, Zhiyuan was restrained and could only watch the children die tragically.

The children cried and cried "Brother Zhiyuan", but the people they called couldn't even protect themselves, so they could only mobilize the stagnant spiritual power in their bodies again and again in vain, and blood and tears fell from their eyes.

The last child was finally tortured alive in front of his eyes, and lost his last trace of life......

......

"No"

The sky-high killing intent swept through his mind, he let out a painful color, and the spiritual power on his body was instantly disordered, uncontrolled, with the place where he and Xuantian were located as the center, within a radius of a hundred steps, raging and sweeping, and wherever he passed, there was no piece of armor left.

His eyes were blood-red, and he had already shown a demonic state.

[Verdict: After you fell into a demonic obstacle, someone came and rescued you.]

"Has Brother Zhiyuan, who was gentle and kind in the eyes of the children in the past, become what he is now, it's really ugly......"

The familiar voice of the visitor recalled the clear and clear of the distance, and the surroundings were in a mess.

"No vain...... Have you come to collect your debt from me......"

He muttered in a low voice, forcibly withdrawing his uncontrolled spiritual power, and the spiritual power reversed, hurting the origin, and only the remaining heart veins could be retained.

Under the dark night, the sound of the wind gradually stopped, the heavens and the earth fell silent, and everything was silent.

The man who came with a tired body supported the young man who fell to the ground, and sighed helplessly: "How can you collect debts? You don't owe debts, why do you have to drive yourself crazy......

This crazy and crazy demon looks, where is the gentle young man who used to cook tea and wine with him in the Xieyang Palace in his spare time and talked about the wind and the moon......

[Judgment π_π

The man saved you, and it was a little distressing to see you look like this now.

Then he sighed:

"Don't belittle yourself"

In that year, the Xieyang Palace was tragic, and he was reborn from the fire, and he had a divine power, and after killing all the people present at the time, he fell into a deep sleep, and he fell asleep for a hundred years.

After waking up, the vicissitudes of life have changed dramatically, and he left the old site of Xieyang Palace in a daze.

And the cultivation of Wu Yu is not good, and after death, the remnant soul wanders here for a hundred years, until he meets a monk who is close to the devil and comes here, wakes him up from the chaos, and uses the remnants of the ancient dragon clan as a guide to reshape his flesh and blood.

The monk's name is Xuantian, and he came to find his deceased.

"Have you ever seen a man? He is gentle and kind, elegant and unparalleled, the wind and moon in the world are ten, he can pick up nine points, and the corners of his lips only have a gentle smile, and you can feel the breeze coming from it. When Xuantian mentioned that person, his eyebrows were unconsciously stained with tenderness.