Ling Lonely's kiss was instantaneous, but there was a lot of love in his eyes.

The purple spirit in a purple dress is like an elf, with a faint beautiful smile, a delicate and perfect face, and an elegant and beautiful temperament, like an empty after the rain, ethereal and beautiful.

But even if Zi Ling's face returned to its previous ruddy color at this time, and her skin regained its vitality, she couldn't call him "Big brother" with a sweet smile after all!

The lost life, Ling Lin did not have the ability to resurrect her, and she could only do the only thing she could.

"Hehe!" Ling Xiao smiled sadly, pushed the coffin with his hand, and began to seal the coffin.

Zi Ling's voice and smile were sealed little by little as the coffin moved, and it was not only her appearance that was sealed, but also the days with Zi Ling in Ling Ling's mind, with joy and warmth.

In the Flying Fish Village, the roaring firelight illuminates the world.

Even the wet rain fluttering in the air could not stop the burning fire, dispelling the darkness and sin, and making the Flying Fish Village usher in a new life.

Ling Lin had already covered the soil and used a stone in the mountains to erect a tombstone in front of the Purple Spirit Tomb.

"The tomb of the beloved wife Zi Ling, Ling Lili!"

Ling Silence, who was expressionless, sat indifferently in front of the tombstone of Zi Ling, quietly, his eyes glazed, not knowing what he was thinking.

The thunder was restless, the clouds were rolling, and the thunder was flickering.

Under the eaves, Qin Hao looked up at the sky, looked at the glimmer of light in the sky, and whispered, "It looks like a rainstorm is coming!"

"I don't know where he went, but it's just a rain, let him go!"

Qin Hao sighed, in fact, he could probably understand Ling Xiao's mood at this time, thinking in his heart, if Zhao Ya was killed by someone, but the enemy escaped without a trace, he could imagine what kind of mood he would have!

Ling Lonely Muran, who sat quietly, was like a mountain rock standing for eternity, not moving at all, as solid as a rock.

When the thunder was brewing, the sound of insects in the valley was unusually low, as if fear and heavenly might did not dare to argue.

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt cracked the sky, illuminating half of the sky, panicking and powerful, imposing, and incomparable!

A huge thunderclap roared in people's ears.

This dark cloud has been brewing for a long time, and its scope is also very large, not only covering the entire Feiyu Village, but also covering half of the southern region of Qingzhou, half of the western region of Qingzhou and half of the death swamp, it can be said that Feiyu Village is one of the places near the center.

The longer the thunderclouds gather, the heavier the rainstorm will be, and in its current form, it won't be surprising for a few days and nights!

"We didn't rain a few days ago, and the ground was very dry, but now this situation, I'm afraid it will become a torrential rain again, what can we do!" said an ordinary old farmer living in the southern region of Qingzhou, looking at the unusually gloomy sky.

"It's a damn thing, we still have to hurry!" said a group of swords-and-sabber-armed caravan guards escorting goods.

The elegant residence, the simple and luxurious layout, and the elegant courtyard are a small stronghold of the Cold Moon Palace in the western regions of Qingzhou.

After Ling Lin and Qingyan and the others separated, Qinghan Qingyan and his party took Long Feixue and other Poison Sect members to a stronghold in the Western Regions of Qingzhou.

Because of the Poison Beast Tide, it will take a while for the Poison Sect and his party to return to Southern Xinjiang, so the people of the Cold Moon Palace will naturally not be stingy in order to fulfill the friendship of the landlord.

There will be nothing else, Ji Xian and Mo Zhiming can largely represent the attitude of the Poison Sect, and befriending the two of them is self-evident in the benefits to the Cold Moon Palace.

Of course, the benefits are the benefits of both sides, and the Poison Sect doesn't want a partner with a good relationship!

Standing by the delicate little attic, Long Feixue's face like an iceberg was still the same, but her two willow eyebrows couldn't help frowning. Looking at the dim sky, this rain must be not small, and it will delay them for a long time.

Since the first thunder sounded, the sky changed, the black clouds rolled, as if the sky was angry, countless thunderbolts suddenly rose in the sky, the roaring thunder was deafening, and the divine power was breathtaking!

"Click!"

After another flash of thunder, soybean-sized raindrops poured down and hit the branches of the leaves, causing the branches to fall and make a "crackling" sound.

Thousands of raindrops were connected, turning the void into a rain curtain, white and boundless, and the overwhelming rain seemed to be the heavenly river slanting down, with no boundaries and no ends.

A huge rainstorm hit, whipping the earth.

There was no cover in the sky above Ling Lonely cross-legged, and when the rainstorm hit, he didn't dodge, letting the raindrops the size of beans fall on him, soaking his whole body, and Mu Ran's expression did not change in the slightest.

Unable to comprehend what Ling Xiao was thinking at this time, his dull eyes made him look like a sculpture, lost his soul and turned into a clay sculpture.

Ling Lonely's whole body was soaked in rain, the rain flowed down his forehead like a stream, his hair was wet, and his whole body seemed to be immersed in water, and the rain never stopped.

The white and transparent raindrops look inconspicuous in the dark night, but when they form a curtain of rain, they highlight their terribleness.

The night was quiet, and no other sound could be heard except the sound of the rainstorm, and the atmosphere of loneliness was pervasive, and the fear from the bottom of my heart arose.

In front of a huge tombstone cast by a boulder, a faint sad atmosphere emanated from Ling Lonely, and the sentimentality from the bottom of his heart made Ling Lone seem lonely, and he was particularly embarrassed in this rainstorm, like a helpless child, lost his most beloved treasure, dazed and at a loss!

The valley with its beautiful scenery is facing the attack of heavy rain, but fortunately there are many large trees in it, which shade many things, otherwise after this heavy rain, only the scene of withered flowers will remain.

The tall and verdant pine trees are still tall under the rain, and the emerald green color is like a jewel, standing straight and hanging.

Moreover, perhaps because of the long rain on Yuhazy Mountain, which is accompanied by heavy rain from time to time, the plants in Yuhazy Mountain are relatively deep-rooted, so this heavy rain has little damage to Yuhazy Mountain.

Viewed from a distance, the emerald green Yuhazy Mountain seems to be covered with a layer of silver-white ribbon, which does not reduce its beauty in the slightest, but instead makes it covered with a layer of mystery and adds to its charm.

In fact, the soil in many places in Qingzhou has been washed away by heavy rains, that is, some mountains and rocks have been loosened due to heavy rainstorms, and mudslides and other disasters have broken out in many places, which is really a heavy rainstorm that Qingzhou has rarely encountered in 50 years.

The dripping rain doesn't know what a rest is, and it still has fun, but it brings ordinary people in the world I don't know how many disasters!