On the surface of the lake, which is as quiet as a mirror, there is a flat boat, which stops and goes, causing a circle of ripples, disturbing the stars in the water.

And he saw three people on the boat.

It was a black-robed boatman sitting at the stern of the boat, slowly swinging a wide bamboo and wooden oar.

It was a man in a hat and a shawl with a knife standing in the middle of the boat, looking up, and beside him, a veil of white skirt, also looking up at the night in the east.

I saw the moonlight change, and the stars trembled.

I saw a meteor that was fleeting, and a new star was shining brightly.

I saw seven bright stars slowly approaching, as if they were about to list a array.

But before the array was complete, the stars suddenly returned to their positions, and all the turmoil in the sky disappeared for a moment, and the night soon became silent as usual, as if the strange scene had never happened before.

Seeing this, the woman in the white dress who was wearing a white veil to hide the scar next to her lips was covered with a little worry in her eyes, turned her head slightly, and whispered to him beside her, "He...... It's going to be fine, right?"

The man with the knife frowned slightly, and did not answer immediately, but flicked his sleeves slightly, raised his left hand, and straightened the hat on the door of his head.

Then the cold moonlight sprinkled on half of his face, and it shone a little.

Not fair skin glow.

But it's a silver-gray metallic glow.

"It's hard to say. ”

Seeing that the entire right half of his face was covered with a metal mask, he moved his lips slightly, lowered his head, and was silent for a long time.

Then, take a step forward, raise your hand again, and look to the east again.

It's not about looking at the endless starry night sky.

Rather, it is to look at the eternal peak.

"But I believe in him. ”

The man with the knife said.

His voice was low.

There is an undeniable majesty in it.

......

......

When Wang Manxiu fell to the ground, almost everyone, all the demons, whether they were in front of the Xuanmen or under the lantern, all hurried to his side.

The first to rush to his side was the head of the Duck family, Duck Wanxiang.

As one of the three saints of Qimen today, when she saw Wang Man returning the sword scabbard and erecting Qinghe, she immediately understood what he wanted to do. At that time, Wanxiang had already flown off, and for various reasons that could not be said, she wanted to stop Wang Manxiu from killing himself.

But he was still half a step slower.

Because there are nearly 1,000 people in the realm of Wang Manxiu, Wang Manxiu, who has made up his mind, is one step faster.

Relying on the consciousness of not hesitating to burn her own life, Wang Manxiu did not give her the slightest chance to get close to herself, and she had already resolutely released the sword Qinghe; after that, when the waves of mighty qi hindered her pace, she once again kowtowed at the royal court, and completely fell from the situation where she could not be saved by the demon art of the Que family, to the situation where even if there was a god who could rejuvenate herself, she would never be able to save her own soul.

And when the dust settled, Wanxiang finally stood beside him.

is only the sentence 'Spark in the cage, don't burn the prairie fire'.

Wanxiang, who was half a step late, stood beside him, watching Wang Manxiu no longer be able to support his body, and fell to the hard masonry with a 'bang-', and lost his life.

She didn't step forward to help him up like Zhong Liyan, nor did she mean to turn around and stop looking directly, she just stood quietly beside him, a pair of almond eyes that were always lazy on weekdays flashed brightly, the vermilion lips were tightly bitten by the tips of the teeth, and the full and plump breasts couldn't stop trembling and crouching.

Come to think of it, it is because of the complicated feelings in my chest, and there are some mixed feelings in my heart.

The second person to rush to Wang Manxiu's side was the young master of the Yin family.

Although Yin Shao was dragging Zhong Liyan in Fuliu, and when Wang Manxiu was still fixed by the breath of the Wanxiang, he was already holding the red tasseled ash gun that had accompanied him for many years with both hands, and was about to step forward to act righteously - but helplessly, Yin Shao's body was really not very clever, and when he was scared and paralyzed on the ground by Fuliu's murderous aura before, he dissipated most of the breath in his body, plus he was only in the realm of ten people who was small, and he couldn't face the scorching aura at all...... was dragged again and again, until Wang Manxiu fell to the ground at this time, and finally arrived at his side late.

Then, with a 'poof-' knees beside him.

Although it is kneeling, Yin Shao's posture is not the younger generation of the family who apologizes to the elders after doing something wrong, nor is it like the minister of the court who has to bow three times and bow nine times when he meets the Son of Heaven in the world; let alone when he is newly married, what is the daughter-in-law who worships heaven and earth, worships the old man twice, worships the high hall three times, and worships the husband and wife......

Kneeling on his knees, he was just a teenager who was worried about the life and death of his fellow believers, and he didn't care about his own posture.

I saw Yin Shao hurriedly throw down the spear, leaned over and grabbed Wang Manxiu's shoulder, turned him over, and turned him on his back to the sky. Then he held his white collar tightly and said urgently, "I warn you! You've already performed this play once today! Don't hurry up yet!

But Wang Manxiu, whose eyes were closed, his cheeks were thin and exposed, and his lips were bloodless, obviously did not give him any answer.

The third person who rushed to Wang Manxiu's side was Lu Lingyue.

Born a demon, she stepped forward quickly, pushed away Yin Shao, who was hairy and hairy, flattened the body of the white clothes, and immediately stared at him with a slight gaze as she did in the morning, and then slapped a palm on his chest.

There were several purple breaths that could be discerned by the naked eye along his snow-white arms and flowed into Wang Manxiu's dantian.

This is the Qimen of the Owl Family, called [Quenching Thirst], which belongs to the middle vehicle.

This style leads the qi and blood of the demon clan into the body, saying that it can stimulate the dantian meridians in the body, so that the breath in his body can be multiplied quickly in a few acres, which is a demon clan Qimen with an instantaneous explosion effect, and also has the fruit of rejuvenation with a wonderful hand.

That is to say, as long as there is still a bit of breath circulating in Wang Manxiu's body at this moment, Lu Lingyue can make this point become three points, and then three points into nine points, ninety-nine eighty-one...... In this way, half a foot through the Yellow Spring can be pulled back to this world.

As a result, the red-eyed Lu Lingyue frowned, and constantly sent the breath in her body to Wang Manxiu's body like gurgling water. In just two or three moments, beads of sweat the size of beans flowed out of her fair forehead, and strands of purple hair stuck together hung down from her ears and landed on his chest.

Lu Lingyue was stunned.

In Wang Manxiu's body, there was not even a trace of elusive aura left.

His feet have already stepped on the other side of the Yellow Spring.

Lu Lingyue, whose fingertips trembled slightly, slowly raised her head, and after looking at Yin Shao, who was anxiously asking herself, 'How is he!', she turned her head slightly and looked at Lu Wanxiang who was standing there.

The two looked at each other, and there was nothing in their eyes.

The last to rush to Wang Manxiu were Yin Zheng, who was holding Shangshan, and Zhou Yi, who was holding his hands behind his back.

Neither of them walked to his side like the previous three, but stopped three feet away from the white coat and stopped moving forward. Among the two, one lowered his head in silence and muttered 'Your Excellency Wang Manxiu', and the other looked up at the sky, raised his eyes to look at the number of stars in the sky, and did not say a word.

Li Shi sat beside Zhang Sheng in a daze, quietly looking at the gravel on the ground, and did not come forward.

Although Zhong Liyan was only two or three steps away from Bai Yi, he didn't turn around.

She didn't dare look at him.

Because she knew that if she saw him, she would cry.

Heart-rending crying.

The liver and intestines cried inch by inch.

It's like the night in Pingshui.

Come to think of it, if she hadn't cried that night, if she hadn't cried and shouted the words 'don't go'.

Then he won't be what he is now.

Therefore, Zhong Liyan didn't dare to cry.

Zhong Liyan, who didn't dare to cry, curled up and lowered his head to hide his face.

And then.

There are crystal teardrops.

Wet flawless long skirt.

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