There was a man lying in the room, motionless, like a dead man, and the only proof that he was alive was his breathing. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

A woman sat quietly beside him, picked up a bowl of porridge and tasted it carefully, and when she was sure that the porridge was colder, she fed it to his mouth with confidence.

His Adam's apple trembled and he swallowed slowly, but for some reason he couldn't say a word, and the woman watched him swallow the porridge with a charming smile on her face.

She is still so beautiful, sinking fish and geese, captivating the country and the city, but he is a stalk for her, a deep pain, and he is also a straw for her—a life-saving straw, without him, she will not escape from that place, an abyss of sin!

But he paid the price for her, his bones were broken, and he couldn't move his body anymore except to eat! His body was broken by their sticks, and he fled there to cover her!

He loves her, she naturally knows it! But she doesn't love him! But she has long regarded him as her benefactor, and she wants to treat him as her husband for life! He is her lord of regeneration, so she calls him Lord! She wants the people of the Holy Fire Hall to call him Lord, and let everyone in the world call him Lord!

"You saved me, I will support you for the rest of my life!" the woman fed the porridge to the man spoonful by spoonful.

"Do you remember? The way you looked when you first saw me! You were so infatuated and promised to help me get out of the sea of suffering, but even if you help me get out of there, I can't get out of the sea of pain in my heart!" the woman smiled bitterly.

"I was about sixteen years old that year, and I didn't know your name when I met you in the Qinglou, until I wanted to escape, escape from that place, and you tried to save you, and I didn't know your name!" the woman said as she gently wiped the scraps from the corners of the man's mouth.

"They are so hateful that they look at you like this, all men in the world are evil, and no one has ever been a good man!" said the woman fiercely.

"But there are some people who are good, the first is you! The second is him, who looks like you very much, but he is also very handsome, he has been silently following me for ten years, ten years! It's a pity that I am from the Qinglou, and I am not worthy of him at all!" the woman cried.

"I thought there was no good person in the world but you, but I didn't think I met another one! He shouldn't be a good person, but he should be a person who suffers from the same illness as me, who has the same experience as me, and he saves me again and again, even though these are my arrangements!" said the woman again.

"But I shouldn't, I shouldn't let such a person suffer for me anymore! I am a miserable person, I don't want anyone else to suffer with me!" The woman cried so sadly, a few tears fell on the man, so crystal clear.

She had all the difficulties in her heart, but she could only confide in him, because she didn't want people to see her weakness!

"Where are you taking me?" asked the man in tan clothes, who had been walking for a long time with the folding fan.

"Go to our Lord!" said the man with the folding fan, smiling, not standing still.

A dilapidated inn was set against the faint light of the stars, a few oil lamps flickered faintly, and one stood behind the oil lamp, his body black hidden deep in the darkness.

"You're here!" the man's voice was old.

"I'm here, I heard you could keep me alive, so I'm here!" said the man in tan clothes.

"Sit!" said the man in black, and a stool flew up out of thin air and landed exactly in front of the man in tawny.

"Good martial arts!" the man in tan clothes praised.

"But this little bit of martial arts won't keep you alive!" the voice sneered.

"Oh, didn't you say that if I cooperated with you, you would be able to keep me alive? I really don't want to die, especially at the hands of a woman!" said the man in tan clothes.

"That's up to you to cooperate with us!" the voice was still cold.

"What is sincerity?" asked the man in tawny.

"As long as you hand over someone, it's sincere!" the voice said.

"Who!" asked the man in tan clothes.

"Cold, Snow, he's always on your hands!" the voice said.

"He's my man!" said the man in tan clothes.

"But he's her too!" the voice laughed.

"But not anymore, I promise!" said the man in the tan suit.

"Yes, I believe you!" the voice laughed.

Suddenly, an object flew up out of thin air and hit the person in tawny clothes, and the man in tawny clothes only grabbed the thing in his hand with a light grasp, and he opened his hand to see that it was a yellow handkerchief, and he opened the handkerchief and there was an embroidered thing on the handkerchief, pretending to be like a fire, and the red around his body was the holy fire order!

"Take him! you won't die at the martial arts conference!" The voice gradually faded, and he almost didn't want to hear it.

"You're Jiang Baichuan!" asked the man in tawny clothes, but the man had already disappeared with the voice.

Leng Xiaoyun walked alone on the rugged road, and the trees on Wudang Mountain rejuvenated, and the little green reflected the infinite spring light, but it did not hook him back at all.

She didn't save it, she still broke his heart, fate always seemed to be playing tricks on him, she wanted to give him love when he hated, but she was full of ruthlessness when he loved him!

"Xiaoyun, where is Miss Qin!" Mengyun Fei saw him come back and walked forward.

Leng Xiaoyun was silent, and walked straight to the room, and the Venerable Master Xuan Zhen was also about to chase after him, but was pulled by Meng Yunfei, and the two of them knew that if there was no result in asking questions, they turned around and wanted to leave.

"Who is Yirou!" Leng Xiaoyun suddenly turned around and asked.

"I don't think I've ever heard the name Yirou!" said the Venerable Master Xuan Zhen, frowning.

"There is indeed no Yirou on the rivers and lakes, but there is indeed Duan Yirou!" Meng Yunfei said.

"Twenty years ago, Duan Yirou, the first beauty in the rivers and lakes!" the Venerable Master Xuan Zhen echoed.

"Duan Yirou has the color of a captivating city, and is kind and virtuous, she is the woman that people in the rivers and lakes dream of! Later, she suddenly disappeared from the rivers and lakes for some reason, and she has not been seen since!" Meng Yunfei said.