I saw that the girl in front of me had eyes like autumn water, eyebrows like ink paintings, indescribably gentle and charming, and countless beautiful and delicate!

How many times has such a pretty face appeared in your dreams?

How many times has this pretty face haunted me?

My favorite, how many times have I imagined the scene of seeing you again, and the only thing I never imagined would be at such a moment!

Qiu Peng felt his heart surging up, and his face was flushed. He couldn't hear Lin Xue's anxious shouts behind him at all, and all he could see in his eyes was this delicate face!

The heart in the body beat softly, as if crying for the tragic reunion of the two masters.

The sword had reached Qiu Peng's chest.

The owner of the sword did not hesitate at all.

"Big brother!"

With a crisp shout, a figure fell from the sky and blocked in front of Qiu Peng.

Qiu Peng had severe pain in his chest. Looking down, the sharp tip of the sword leaked through Siyu's chest and pierced deeply into his chest.

Burst!

The thin sword was drawn, and blood rushed out from Qiu Peng and Qianyu's chests at the same time, and the fiery blood fused together, dyeing the two of them into blood!

Siyu said softly in Qiu Peng's arms: "Big brother, I'm in so much pain. ”

Qiu Peng raised his head in disbelief, the girl gracefully withdrew the thin sword, and the tip of the thin sword dripped down with drops of blood, I don't know if it was Qiu Peng's, or Siyu's, or the two of them.

Her figure is still so graceful, her movements are still so energetic, every move is like a dance, and her whole body is full of youthful breath and seductive beauty.

It's just that when did her eyes become so cold? When did the wonderful longing that filled the two autumn waves have disappeared without a trace?

The reinforcements completely defeated the man in black, and it was Song Qi and Ji Fu who rushed in front, they shouted the names of Qiu Peng and Siyu, and rushed towards this side frantically, but in Qiu Peng's eyes at the moment, there was only this girl who was holding a bloodstained sword and standing quietly in front of him.

The girl was about to stab again, but for some reason, there was a thought in her heart that she couldn't bear to stab. She hesitated slightly, reached out and grabbed Feng Shihan's belt, jumped lightly, flew up in the air, and flew down the mountain!

Qiu Peng used all the strength of his body to shout: "Xianni!"

The girl was shocked, turned her head and glanced deeply at Qiu Peng, and then disappeared from Qiu Peng's field of vision.

Qiu Peng felt that his heart had been torn in half, and it was extremely painful.

He suddenly heard Siyu's low, incomparably calm voice in his arms: "Big brother, now I am very happy and warm. ”

Qiu Peng lowered his head violently and found that Siyu's face was calm, as if he was asleep.

It's just that there's no breath anymore.

Boom!

There was a thunderstorm in the sky, and torrential rain poured down.

The vast earth, everything and everything, tremble under the irresistible roar of nature!

The raindrops hit the leaves of the flowers on the flower platform, making a crackling sound, as if crying for someone!

"Siyu - Siyu - Siyu "

Qiu Peng let out a hoarse, unearthly roar.

In the sky, countless long bolts of lightning appeared and disappeared in the billowing black clouds.

From the depths of the black clouds came a low, roaring thunder, like a desperate roar from the deepest part of the throat of a giant beast, desolate and distant.

The heavy rain poured down, and the raindrops the size of soybeans smashed the ground, turning into countless points of crystal broken jade, splashing in all directions. The rain hit the branches and leaves of the flowers, and the sound was as if countless elves were crying.

The whole land was shrouded in a dreamlike mist.

Ji Fu, Song Qi and others rushed to Qiu Peng, but under the heavy rain curtain, the distance of just ten meters seemed so far away.

Qiu Pengmu Ran sat on the rain-soaked ground, holding Siyu's thin and slender body tightly in his arms.

The rain poured on the two of them, and bright red blood gushed out from the wound on Siyu's chest, dyeing the rain that flowed down his body a shocking bright red.

The rain had just diluted the blood red, and more blood stained the rain.

Qiu Peng frantically frantically fed the true qi in his body into Siyu's body, trying to control his injuries.

With the injection of true qi, the blood flowing from the wound gradually slowed down, but Qiu Peng clearly felt that Siyu's vitality was rapidly draining.

Siyu's body was slowly getting colder.

Qiu Peng grabbed Siyu's right arm and tightened it again, making the two bodies more intimate, he tried to warm Siyu's body with his own body, but unfortunately it was useless.

Qiu Peng's face was completely distorted, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Siyu deadly.

Siyu curled up quietly in Qiu Peng's arms, not moving. Her short dark red hair was soaked in the rain, and strands were messily clinging to her face, obscuring her beautiful face.

Qiu Peng stretched out his right hand and gently brushed his hair away, revealing Siyu's flawless face.

Siyu's face was calm, his eyes were slightly closed, bent into the shape of a crescent moon, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he had a shallow smile, as if he was indulging in a wonderful dream, just like countless nights when he fell asleep in Qiu Peng's arms.

But her gradually pale face reminded Qiu Peng that Siyu's life had passed.

"Siyu, Siyu!"

Qiu Peng gently shook Siyu's body and called slowly, just like when he used to wake up Siyu.

Only this time, Siyu will not obediently obey Qiu Peng's call and wake up.

Qiu Peng was so angry that his throat was hot, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He looked at Si Yu sleeping quietly, his mind gradually blurred, and Si Yu's face gradually blurred and hazy.

The bits and pieces since the encounter have risen from the most precious corner of Qiu Peng's heart, and they have slid through Qiu Peng's sea of consciousness like lightning, and every scene is so clear.

Qiu Peng was trapped in a huge trap, watching the light and beautiful Siyu from far and near like an elf, and an amazing feeling surged in his heart.

Siyu's bright, mysterious and dreamy eyes, her slender and slender body, and her simple clothes surrounded by animal skins made Siyu's whole body exude a wild breath and be filled with infinite charm.

Then before Qiu Peng could figure out how to speak, he was hit the back of the head by the thick wooden stick in Siyu's hand and fainted to the ground.

On the night he left the mountains, Qiu Peng and Siyu sat by the embers of the bonfire.

Qiu Peng slowly said to Siyu word by word: "Tomorrow I will leave here and go outside, you can go with me!"

Siyu showed complex expressions such as longing, surprise, fear, gain and loss, and looked at Qiu Peng quietly.

Qiu Peng walked to Siyu's side, knelt and stared at Siyu's pretty face, gently touched her short dark red hair, and said in a firm tone: "Don't be afraid, there is me." Come with me, I'm not going to let anyone bully you. ”

Qiu Peng had never promised anything to others in such a solemn and firm tone, and at that moment, Qiu Peng suddenly felt a sense of sacred responsibility.

Siyu didn't answer, and slowly moved towards Qiu Peng's outstretched arm.

Qiu Peng took her into his arms with love, Siyu pressed his face tightly to Qiu Peng's chest, and said in her stiff and crisp voice: "You promise!"

Qiu Peng felt a warm current flowing in his heart, and said lightly: "I promise." ”

The first town in the mountains.

In order to tell Siyu what is his own and what is someone else's, Qiu Peng patiently explained: "Everything has its owner, and only if it belongs to you, can you have it."

If it belongs to someone else, it must be bought with money, do you understand?"

Siyu nodded as if he didn't understand.

Qiu Peng continued: "Okay, now think about it, what things belong to you?"

Siyu thought for a while, and pointed to the wooden stick in his hand: "Mine!"

Qiu Peng smiled and nodded: "What else?"

Siyu thought about it again and pointed to the burden behind him: "Mine!"

Qiu Peng showed a very accomplished smile: "Is there anything else?"

Siyu stretched out the index finger of his left hand, looked around, hesitated for a while, and finally pointed at Qiu Peng, with a little hesitation: "Mine!"

The expression on Qiu Peng's face immediately changed from self-absorbed to surprised: "What? No, no, this time it's wrong." ”

Siyu shook his head, and his white index finger tapped Qiu Peng hard, with a firm expression: "Mine!"

After repelling the whirlwind thieves, Siyu knelt in front of his scrapped car, his face full of sadness.