It was in such a dive that she saw his eyes, as deep as endless pools of water, bottomless and boundless, and a slight smile overshadowed all the surprise and panic. Is it good-looking? good-looking. But there was no more spirit, no joy, no warmth, and no love. Yes, there is only intertwined hatred, undiminished anger, resentment born of her, madness that cannot be loved, and possessiveness that has no end in sight.

She had never been so convinced that the boy she liked had died a long time ago, killed by the person in front of her on the Netherworld Mountain three hundred years ago, and died together with her young and ignorant girlhood.

She also saw her own shadow in his pupils. Blue flames and black demonic aura lingered, and she left nothing but the resentment he had. Now this angry appearance is not a madman, but what is it?

The blue flames burned all the flowers and trees in the Fengyang Palace, and there was nothing left of the three inches of new grass and two inches of new leaves.

Chang Jue was just a light mist that disappeared, and her glass pure fire couldn't kill him. Before he could disappear, he wounded half of his arm.

He fled like that, not prepared to give her his life at all, leaving only a smile.

She didn't know what he was thinking, and she thought she would never know. No one will know what a madman thinks.

The beautiful spring scenery is completely destroyed. The wound, which took a year to heal slightly, cracked again. The loyal Dandan, whose soul is broken, cannot enter reincarnation, and even lonely souls and wild ghosts are not allowed. What can she do, except to burn down the Fengyang Hall and be a scourge that is scolded by tens of millions of people, she doesn't seem to be able to do anything. Even the revenge that is close in front of you cannot be avenged.

Suddenly, I remembered the fight between the king of Xicheng and Daddy, the king of Xicheng said that she was not a good thing, and sooner or later she would harm the Feng clan and disturb the peace of the demon world. At that time, she only thought it was infinitely light, and even felt ridiculous. But today, what the King of Xicheng said is not bad at all. She killed everyone around her miserably, and only had one life left, which is really ridiculous. It's not a good thing, but I'm afraid it's tactful enough.

The firelight was like a meteor, and the consciousness was hazy.

When he collapsed beside Dandan from exhaustion, his fingertips just touched Dandan's golden soul. Those souls were crushed by the Demon Breaker, and not a single wisp was intact. But Feng Ling still kept reaching out to grab it, grabbed it in the palm of her hand, and disappeared from between her fingers. Catch it again, disappear again, powerless and helpless, there is no way.

At that time, the souls of fathers and brothers were the same, and they were things that could not be returned by crying out loud. Every time a soul fragment disappears, it feels like a stab in my heart. Until I watched all the souls disappear.

I had to smash my hand on the ground hard, and when my hand hurt, my heart would feel better. As if she had been poisoned, Feng Ling greedily smashed her hand on the gravel on the ground.

The surrounding palace people and guards gradually woke up from her stupor, and only then did they pull her up from her stupor.

"Let go of me!" Feng Ling waved away one of the palace people, lay on the ground and smashed those stones again.

"Princess, what are you doing here?" the palace people knelt in a row in fright. After waking up, the scene has shocked them, and it is already a big crime to protect the master, if Xuan Zhi comes back and sees Feng Ling's bloody hands, no one knows how long their head can stay on their necks.

Three or two bold palace people stepped forward to hug Feng Ling.

Feng Ling covered her heart and broke away from them, and fell to the ground with a stumble: "I'm here, it hurts so much here." ”

She gasped for air, as if she was going to faint in pain.

The palace people thought that her heart had been stabbed by a thief who broke in, so they nervously surrounded her, took her hand away, and helped her check the wound. But if you look closely, there is no wound there at all.

"Is it an internal injury?" the palace man carefully wiped the blood from her forehead, and then held her hand in his arms, and bandaged her with a handkerchief.

Feng Ling was still struggling, but her strength was obviously almost exhausted, and several people from the palace pressed it together, so she could only let them hold their hands.

"This is ......" After I don't know how long, one of the palace people suddenly exclaimed. Immediately, he was afraid of disturbing Feng Ling, so he quickly covered his mouth.

Feng Ling was already frightened by this sound, and the spirit spirit shuddered.

The palace man immediately knelt down and sobbed: "Damn it, it's the slave who hasn't seen the world, and when she sees the princess's wounds heal so quickly, she can't help but be happy for the princess." Unexpectedly, the loss of control disturbed the princess. I hope the princess will be forgiving. ”

"What healing?" Feng Ling muttered distractedly.

When the other palace people who bandaged her heard this, they hurriedly let go of her hand and showed her the wounds on it.

It was originally cut by sharp stones, and both hands were full of blood mixed with gravel and plaster, and even the white bones were exposed. But Feng Ling looked down and saw that both hands were actually healed. The cuts that were drawn out were long and folded together, leaving only shallow marks.

This made her back cold, and even her face, which was originally pale because of pain, turned into an indescribable iron blue.

The palace people didn't know what was wrong with her. She thought that she would be better when she saw her hand healed, but the princess in front of her was even more haggard than just now. If it was a dizzy demon just now, it would be a clear horror.

She stood there, and she didn't lie on her stomach to hit the stone with her hand, nor did she cry out that it hurt, but she stood there, as if she couldn't see or hear.

After a long, long time, she raised her hand tremblingly, and it was shaking like chaff, almost shaking off her fingers. The palace people were panicked for a while, and everyone stared at her vigilantly, for fear that she would suddenly do something terrible in her terrifying state. But in the end, she just slowly put her hand on her dantian qi sea.

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