It must not be explored by Fang Xi.

Leng Fengyi tried to maintain the expression just now and said: "Jiang Shaoyun took great pains, isn't it because he can't crack the Changhe Yinqu? Even if he kills me and confronts Chu Tao, he is still not ten percent sure. But if you can really control the long river chant, wouldn't it be like a tiger with wings?"

Fang Xi's stiff face obviously twitched for a moment due to surprise: "I'll take you to see Old Man Jiang!" As for Chu Tao, it depends on that kid's luck!"

Feng Yi's heart trembled again.

"Where did you get such good luck!" it was the voice of the fire butterfly!

The arrogant red eyebrows, the bewitching laughter, and the air became magical because of him. He was carrying Chu Tao on his back and came from the thick fog. Manju Sahua's petals floated a blood-red path behind him.

"Chu ......" Leng Fengyi's heart really hurt like a knife.

Chu Tao lowered his head, as if he was asleep, and gently slipped from the fire butterfly's shoulder to the ground without a sound, and there was still red blood on his lips. The radiant demeanor of the past is no longer to be found at the moment, and there is only an indifferent solemnity, which is still his last perseverance. Even if he is defeated, he will never be able to find the panic and panic of the loser from him.

"You guys!" Feng Yi struggled to pounce on him, but was pressed to his throat by the sword in Fang Xi's hand. She didn't care, she pushed the sword edge with all her might, and approached Chu Tao. Fang Xi had decided not to kill her just now, and he was a little helpless at the moment. Nothing seemed to intimidate the woman.

It was touching his hand as warm as jade, but it was as cold as ice. It is expected that his internal injuries are really not light, otherwise, how could he have been defeated in the hands of the fire butterfly? Fortunately, the weak pulse still has tenacious strength, and he seems to be unwilling.

Tears, little by little, fell on his long white hands, crystalline, melancholy, heartbreaking.

If it weren't for saving her, if it weren't for the "nosy" that he couldn't give up, if it weren't for Danfan Leng Fengyi's request for help from him, Chu Tao would never give up, if Chu Tao was ruthless enough, tonight, he wouldn't have been involved in this disaster no matter what.

She began to regret it, why when the white-clothed holy envoy threatened her surroundings, the first thing she thought of was to turn to Chu Tao for help, why could even this point be used by Jiang Shaoyun?

Quietly, she hid her silk handkerchief under his sleeve, expecting him to understand.

However, Fire Butterfly played with the dazzling Dragon Stygian Sword in his hand and smiled viciously.

The light of the Dragon Shadow Sword flashed poignantly. Separated from the master, it seems to be much darker.

"Chu Tao just walked the rivers and lakes with this thing, and he still wanted to sit on the south bank with this sword? Okay, I will fulfill him!" The long sword slashed down neatly, smashing Leng Yinghua's heart. The blood that had not cooled down instantly stained the sword. "The sword is matched with the blood of the hero, is this decent!"

The sword that Leng Fengyi stabbed Chu Tao was placed in Leng Yinghua's hand.

"Wait, wait for the Qi family to come and bear out this kid!"

Feng Yi watched the two of them laugh wildly and finish arranging everything, treating her brother like a joke, angry, but helpless.

"That's enough!" she was already teary-stained.

But the cold sword was pointed at her neck.

"I should say that. Fang Xi said indifferently, "That's enough, come with us, or ......" The moment the sword was tightened, a fierce palm slashed at the back of Leng Fengyi's neck.

Consciousness blurred instantly.

The moon shadow swayed, and it was the fire butterfly who carried her on her shoulder.

Drifting away. Everything was blurred, whether it was the moon hidden in the clouds, or the dense forest covered with thick fog, or the brilliant manju sawa.

The brother's blood flowed, slowly flowing into the flowers, blending with the blood-colored flowers.

Chu Tao's pale face was silent, and the mist blurred his purple figure.

She wanted to cry without tears, his once chic, his former warmth, and his former tolerance, as if he was still in place, waiting for her. It's just that she can't reach it anymore.

"Sorry......"

It's just that why every time, the conversation between them can only end with this "sorry"?

Crystal teardrops rolled silently down between the green grass and bright red.

Even if we don't meet again, love can never be separated.