Chapter 17: A Song of Sorrow

"Brother Mu, hold on, hold on!" Fu Yueming turned his head sideways, constantly comforting Mu Yelong who was leaning on his back, his heart was anxious, his feet did not stop, he kept running forward, and even rushed over with full spiritual power to the fourth abyss.

The fourth, third, second, and finally back to the first one, fighting and killing all the way, overcoming thorns and thorns, there was consumption before, plus a series of things such as receiving the baptism of pressure in the flame realm, Fu Yueming's body and mind were already exhausted.

"Boy... Put me down, you can go by yourself..."Mu Yelong leaned on Fu Yueming's shoulder and said weakly.

"Don't talk nonsense, come in together, go out together!"

Before coming to the mountain pass, Fu Yueming jumped up, and the demons behind him quickly surrounded him.

At the top of the Ten Realms Mountain, Fu Yueming's figure rushed out.

Flying into the air, he reflexively slashed down with a sword, the sword qi was monstrous, and he slashed down, and the demons who were constantly chasing after him were killed by this sword qi one by one, in groups.

Fu Yueming carried Mu Yelong on his back and flew quickly towards the southwest.

But what can be felt is the breath of the demon clan chasing after him.

Until tens of thousands of miles later, the human world at this moment was nearly dusk, and the sunset shone on this vast land.

He took Mu Yelong and hid in a forest, this forest is uneven, if you hide a little, it is a good place to hide.

Slowly putting Mu Yelong down, Fu Yueming took cool water from the stream on the side and handed it to Mu Yelong.

"Drink some water, man. Fu Yueming's face was full of melancholy, looking at the person in front of him.

His face was already extremely pale, his lips were purple, his whole body was trembling, and the clothes on his chest had long been soaked with blood.

Seeing the water handed over by Fu Yueming, he smiled bitterly and pushed it away.

"Help me, get my wine out." ”

"This..."Fu Yueming's face was embarrassed.

"Those who are about to die, take a sip of sake at the end, and then go to reincarnation!" Mu Yelong smiled.

"You're not going to die from this little injury, man, get me better. Fu Yueming choked up a little, but still maintained a forced smile and looked at him

Mu Yelong stretched out his trembling hand, took the gourd, opened his mouth with a pant, and drank wildly.

"Ahem, ahem... Ahem.." This madness suddenly choked him.

In the corners of his eyes, there were tears glistening.

Fu Yueming couldn't bear to look at it, don't turn his head, frowned tightly, bit his lip, clenched his fists tightly, and couldn't speak for a long time.

Mu Yelong took a sip and placed the gourd aside.

In an already extremely weak tone, he slowly spoke: "Boy... I'm sorry... Originally, if I could come out alive, I would tell you about it... My story... Hahaha... But in this way, I'm afraid I'll have to wait for the next life.."

Fu Yueming's body trembled, and he turned his head sharply and stared at him.

But I don't know what to say.

"Fortunately, in the end, Jian Tong was killed by my own hands, even if the means are not glorious, so what? Yun Han! Have you seen it! I have avenged you! I can come to see you now?" Mu Yelong looked at the sky through the faint light, laughed, tears flowed, and fell into the soil.

"Sister-in-law, is your name Yun Han? Fu Yueming smiled slightly and choked up.

Mu Yelong's eyes gradually became hollow, and he nodded slightly,

With all his strength, he slowly raised his hand, trying to catch the sunset.

"Ahh She's beautiful... It's beautiful..."

"Brother..."Fu Yueming lowered his head and closed his eyes, but in the end he couldn't hold back, two lines of clear tears slipped down, dripping on the bones of his hands, splashing water.

When he raised his head again, he saw Mu Yelong, with the last smile of satisfaction, leaving this earthly world.

"All the way, it's easy to go..."Fu Yueming bowed deeply to him.

Dig a deep pit, bury it, cut down a tree, and erect a monument for it.

Sprinkle sake, practice it, insert a long knife, and sing a song for it.