Although Nan Ling's shot was a little too heavy, it was very accurate, and he aimed at the head that was not too late, and did not hurt the body that was easy to dissipate in the slightest. The power of that punch, for a third-rate monk of a small sect like Chi Weiyi, was undoubtedly a huge hammer to hit the door directly, if it wasn't for the fact that he still had a little bit of cultivation in his body, he was afraid that he might be killed on the spot.

He couldn't have imagined that the young man in front of him, who didn't even have a trace of the aura of a monk on his body, would have the power to shatter his head with just one punch.

He struggled to his feet, his mouth full of bloody foam from broken teeth. Before he could ask him who he was, the young man in front of him had already turned into an afterimage, and another punch, he only felt that the sky was spinning, and half of his face was no longer conscious, but before he could be beaten out, Nan Ling stuck to him, like a cheetah foraging in the dark night, and strangled his neck from the sky like a cheetah foraging for food in the night, and pressed against the wall!

What a terrible speed and power!

It was not too late to breathe, and he struggled to open his eyes and meet his cold gaze. He knew that he could kill himself with a finger if he wanted to. His strength is definitely not comparable to that of an existence like his own.

But he didn't kill himself.

He's too soft-hearted.

Chi Weiwan grinned with a bloody mouth, and smiled, the light in his eyes instantly dissipated and became extremely gray. At the same time, the head next to him, which was in its normal position, suddenly let out a violent wheezing sound and opened its eyes!

It was a pale face hidden beneath the long stray hair. His face was a little dirty, and he stared blankly at Nan Ling.

What kind of eyes are they? They are clearly soft and weak, and they should be cared for on the tip of their hearts, but their eye sockets are a little sunken, and the tiredness and helplessness in their eyes are distressing.

"Eliminate sorrows!"

Yu Mengsheng's stubborn call sounded behind him, and the sound of his footsteps staggering to this side, Nan Ling couldn't take his eyes off her, looked at her, and involuntarily let go of Yi Xiao's sorrow.

Yi Xiao fell to his knees and looked around helplessly. Seeing Yu Mengsheng, she sat for a long time, as if she had seen something impossible in the world, then covered her mouth, left two lines of tears in the corners of her eyes, shook her head and stood up, and rushed forward to hug him.

She frantically and trembled and gently stroked half of Yu Mengsheng's face, shaking her head painfully, Nan Ling clearly saw that there was a hideous and twisted wound cut from the eyebrow bone to the corner of the mouth, the eye had been completely scrapped, the wound was black and terrifying.

Yu Mengsheng ignored her own wounds, just gently grabbed her sorrowful hand, lovingly told her about the longing that had lasted for ten years, and said that she would take her out of here.

But Nanling had a very bad premonition.

Sure enough, Yi Xiaochou suddenly arched her body in great pain, screamed in pain, and her body trembled uncontrollably, while Chi Weiwan on her shoulders suddenly opened her vicious eyes!

Yi Xiaowu choked Yu Mengsheng's neck violently, and Chi Weiwan on her shoulder sneered sickly: "Hey, hey, hey....... Yu Mengsheng, Yu Mengsheng, if you didn't resist back then, let me take her away obediently, how could there be today's situation? She looks like this, but you are all harmed!" Yu Mengsheng struggled in pain, her throat gurgling. Nan Ling was in a hurry and wanted to rush forward, but she reached out to block it.

Suddenly, I saw him turn to his sorrowful mouth and say softly, "One step closer, I will kill him." ”

Nan Ling gritted his teeth secretly, and Yu Mengsheng's face was red from extreme congestion.

"Ten years...... You haven't come to see me for ten years. Yi Xiao was sad with resentment in his eyes, sneered coquettishly, and tilted his head to look at Yu Mengsheng in pain.

"Ten years!!"

"Eliminate ..... sorrows....wake up....it's not....you're ....." Yu Mengsheng squeezed out these words between his teeth.

Yi Xiaochou laughed when he heard this: "Why isn't this me? Thanks to you, I left without any news, so that she died of her heart, and was willingly devoured by me, so that I could completely merge with her!"

Yu Mengsheng closed one eye in pain, leaving a line of tears.

"Look at these statues around you, they are all carved by me thinking of you day and night, in your image. Every day and every night, day and night, she carved and carved...... I laughed at her and sarcastically mocked her, but she didn't care!hahaha! But even though I do this every day, you still haven't come back to see me!!"

It is easy to dispel sorrow, the voice is suddenly male and female, the voice is trembling, and the first person is the third person for a while, and he is already crazy. Perhaps, as Chi Weiwan said, ten years have passed, he has been completely integrated with Yi Xiaochou, and the resentments of the two are all mixed together, and they can't tell who is who, only the purest obsession is still driving this poor and pathetic body.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Yu Mengsheng, do you know that human blood is actually colored?" Yi Xiaowu said such a sentence in a voice that was neither male nor female.

Yu Mengsheng understands that the easy to eliminate sorrow at this moment is not only easy to eliminate sorrow, but also the "combination" of late and easy to eliminate sorrow, and his head is chaotic, as if he is in a thick fog. There may be some starlight in the fog that guides the way, but that starlight is also made up of bone-deep obsession and hatred.

It is a resentment that is not too late, and it is a longing that is easy to dispel loneliness and loneliness.

No one answered the question just now, and it was easy to dispel sorrow, or it could be said that it was too late to say to himself: "Red is greed, gray is resentment, yellow is fear, black is dark ....." He babbled on and on, his eyes sometimes crazy and sometimes indignant.

"Your blood ..... the most turbid tawny now! You're a coward!"

Yi Xiao smiled and threw Yu Mengsheng to the ground, raised a hand, turned his palm into a knife, and Sen Ran's sharp nails suddenly increased by three inches, shining in the moonlight.

Nan Ling was so anxious on the side that she couldn't hold back anymore at the moment, and rushed forward to stop her from committing murder!

"Don't come here!"

Nan Ling paused and stopped his movements. was very stunned, because it was Yu Mengsheng who shouted this sentence.

He trembled and took out a small statue from his arms, that thing Nanling had never seen before, the statuette was very well cared for, but because it had been a few years, the old color was in the wood, and there was a bit of the vicissitudes of time.

Yu Mengsheng trembled and said, "Do you still remember the story of Nanyuan's bereavement, so the sword love is deep.....

"What does it mean?"

In the endless golden wheat fields, the sunset is waning, the twilight is all around, and the breeze is blowing, blowing the black hair that is easy to dissipate. She asked Yu Mengsheng beside her with a curious expression.

Yu Mengsheng put away the small gift she gave, brushed her messy hair, and untied her coat to put it on her: "Is it a very beautiful love story?"

"Tell me about it, I want to listen. "Yi Xiao frowned, blinking his big eyes.

That is to say, there was an emperor who fell in love with a woman when he was down, and when he took the throne, the general who helped him to establish the throne wanted him to marry his youngest daughter, but he inexplicably issued an edict asking the ministers to help him find an ancient sword that he liked very much when he was poor. ”

"Gu Jian, what are you looking for a sword?" Yi Xiao's sad and cute look Yu Mengsheng felt pity in her heart, and couldn't help but rub her hair.

"Fool, that ancient sword refers to the woman he loved so much. This story is a metaphor for the deep love between husband and wife, and they will never abandon them. ”

Yi Xiaochou suddenly blushed and muttered, "I haven't promised to marry you yet....."

Yu Mengsheng liked to see her face flushed very much, and pinched her face with a smile.

"Then I will never leave you. ”

Yi Xiao's face turned even redder, but she snuggled tightly up to Yu Mengsheng's side.

Yu Mengsheng trembled and lifted the statuette that was still intact, and Yi Xiao in front of him stood still and stared at the statue stupidly.

"I've never given up on your ......."

Yi Xiaochou suddenly burst out into a sharp roar, covered his head and began to roll on the ground, roaring in a man's voice for a while, crying in a woman's voice for a while, that miserable and resolute appearance, it was really heart-wrenching!