MTL - Legend of Fu Yao-v7 Chapter 16 Finale (below) (3)

As soon as I lifted my hand and pulled out the nails of my wrists that had never been gone, the blood splashed in the middle of the face, and the backhand was inserted into the heart of the Evergreen Hall!

The giant nail stabbed, accurately stabbed in the human body, but it made a crisp and dazzling sound like a gold and iron cross, and could not penetrate!

The long-term Sun Wuji reacted very quickly. When he couldn’t strike, he immediately threw away the scorpion nails and floated up. However, the Evergreen Temple leaped faster than him, and the body was already in front of him.

Looking back in the air, the grandson smiles, the robes are **** but graceful, and the condescending faintness: "Master, congratulations, you have become a demon."

The body of the Changqing Temple was shocked. In the blink of an eye, this sentence was the most fearful of the words. The consciousness of internal and external troubles and chaos was suddenly like a frenzy. The impact washed him and he was repeatedly injured and just lost. The guilt, he whispered, a sleeve of a roll, and rushed to the long-term grandson.

The long-term grandson has no smile and smiles.

Inside the short room, the golden and light purple figures entangled into a ball, a deep, a gentle flow, a fierce tear, a silent patch, golden light and purple light to catch a feather, in a narrow space The contact collision, but not like the average master, but the slight but sinister, where the wind has passed, there are no print marks on the wall, but there are countless dusts thrown away. Those dusts are some of the tabernacles, some are futons, some are porcelain, some are gold, no matter what, no matter how hard the state is, under such powerful and sturdy force, They all turned into dust in an instant, and a layer of powder was quickly accumulated on the ground. A layer of yellow, a layer of purple, a layer of white and green, could not see what it was.

The most dangerous battle in the world comes from a pair of top mentoring, the most ruthless master, and the deepest apprentice of the most city.

I don't know how long it took, in the time when the eyes were closed and accepted the sacred spirits, the pair of warriors, the golden figures gradually bleed, and the purple purple figure began to smash. The former was fired under the joint calculations. Into the devil, the latter for a person's goal, tolerate the burden and step by step until today, but also has the heart to sigh; the former consciousness has been chaotic, just remember to kill the person in front of him, this person counts him for too long, too long, he can not allow him Living in the world, the latter has only one last thing in his life - to entangle him, destroy him, and then to fulfill her.

They are all in the same state of mind, for the result of a tragic collision.

"boom."

A muffled sound.

The two bodies are framed together, and the main palm of the Changqing Temple is pressed in the heart of the long-term Sun Wuji, and the long-term eldest elbow is in the throat of the Evergreen Temple.

Both of them were shaking a little, and they were trying to make a little bit closer to each other.

Both of them wounded in blood, and each splashed on each other.

"You...you..." The head of the Evergreen Palace was full of brains, and the blood seemed to have become a messy line. The tangled and entangled entangled together, it was unclear that the scissors could not be opened, and the bleeding was twisted. Yin Ran, his heart leaps violently, like running a horse, until he runs out of his chest.

In such confusion, he still asked unwillingly: "You... why are you..."

"My skill...has been restored..." The long-lost Wuji is also breathing, but the pale face is still a little smile, "...take Tianfeng, this is... I have to go... No way, you How can I rest assured... I am going there?"

"Too...come with you..."

"Yes..." The grandson laughed innocently. "Your...tighten the king of Luo... I have been taken care of by me..."

"She is not yours...the enemy..."

"Never... is not..."

"You...you got the ancestors..."

"Evergreen...three skills..."

The main hall of the Changqing Temple shook the earthquake, and the eyes of the incredible eyes widened: "Transfer... Lost..."

"...that's just...you believe it..." The great-grandchild provooriously said, "The mandala leaf...has been meified...the soul beads...I got a fake...you just received it, It’s the sorcerer of the Yaksha, the king of the Yaksha... and the cracked heart... You know, it’s on the main hall...”

"Well... hello..." The Evergreen Lord also laughed. When he smiled, he spurted a blood. His heartbeat was getting more and more anxious. The room seemed to hear his heartbeat and his blood flowed. The more urgent, the soul of the violent and proud Yaksha King 150 years ago, hit the repeatedly bruised and bruised body in the most fierce way, trying to drag him into the purgatory that could not escape.

The blood was sprayed on the face of the great-grandchild, and he did not let it, and he did not have the strength to let it go. The blood-spotted poppies were generally open on his snowy cheeks, as vivid as the alarming, the Evergreen Lord looked at him, too. Like watching a poppy, this disciple he always loves, his triumphant high school, the reincarnation of the founding father, the genius of the evergreen temple, he always thought he knew him, but now it seems that he is far from enough to know he!

Such a deep mind, laid out many years ago, disguised as a fool of everyone for years... It’s ridiculous, what is too embarrassing and he is arguing? It turned out that it was just the scorpion that he delayed the pick-up. It’s no wonder that every time he re-raised the position, he would have a conflict with him and he would divert his attention. It’s because of this for many years, he struggled with him and spent it. There are countless energies in the temple, everyone is busy with political struggles, and there is no time to pay attention to the continent of Wuzhou, so that the demon lotus grows stronger and grows up under his wings. When she comes, he will not hesitate to use himself as a bait, and he will die. Under the protection of Tai Mingming as a mortal enemy, he was connected to Tianfeng, and the three ancestors left by the ancestors eliminated the only mandala leaf that he could clamp down, and then stepped on the camp to deceive him. Under the misunderstanding of the horror, at the same time facing him and too embarrassed ... good, good intentions!

Ah... no such amazing thoughts, how to move him into the realm of demigod? Without the heart-warming layout of the grass-grey snake line for many years, how to deceive the entire temple, even the king of Jialuluo made a wedding dress for others!

This kind of mentality, used in the great cause of the temple, the temple has long been more prosperous, but he only wants to do that for the woman, to do everything, to suffer from those, to the bureau, only for the woman, or even just to send her safely!

So, still stupid!

The owner of the Evergreen Temple smiled in confusion, and smiled coldly, and slowly pressed the palm of his hand in a crazy burning and icy cold.

The long-term grandson's cross arm is lifted, and the elbow is abrupt!

"Hey."

The quiet interior fainted a thrilling subtle sound, and then the two bodies that stood together were separated, and the heavy slammed down.

The owner of the Evergreen Temple fell to the ground. In an instant, he saw himself flying. He was suspended in the air more lightly than usual. Looking down on himself in the ground, he looked down and slowly closed his eyes.

And all sides are bright and colorful, and Huacai is lingering.

Is it... flying up?

He smiled with satisfaction and let himself go in such a glimpse of light.

Let go of the decades of loneliness, loneliness and perseverance, life.

I... never lose.

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"Someone is dead."

Under the protection of Lei and Gu Yi, the Emperor Feitian, who finally succeeded in merging the soul before the siege, sent his hand to the side, and murdered him as a farewell. In the fierce battle, he suddenly said such a sentence to Meng Fu.

Meng Fu shakes a slap, and his hand slows down. He swears: "Death... Who is dead?"

There are too many people to die here, and the Emperor is inexplicably saying this.

"Yeah said that it is not ordinary people who die." The emperor looked at her with dissatisfaction, "Look."

When Meng Fu shook his head, he saw a gray meteor slowly drifting through the sky.

"The extraordinary person is dead, and the sky is like the sky." It is rare for the Emperor to be so patient. "In the future, if you die, there will be a star shining."

Meng Fu Sha has no psychological jokes, she stood still, even a temple army slashed her knife and did not pay attention to it, or the emperor’s sleeves smashed in the past and dissatisfiedly despised her. How is your woman going? Is it so hard to work, do you want to stand up and not work?"

Meng Fu Sha is only standing in ecstasy, thinking in his heart, the death of an extraordinary person... The sky should be in the sky... The sky should be in the sky... Now all the people in the Evergreen Temple are here, except... Evergreen The Lord and the Promise.

The martial arts **** of the Evergreen Temple is no longer manpower to surpass. He can’t die suddenly, so... then...

She suddenly rushed and ran, and in a blink of an eye she had already smashed the crowd and rushed in the direction of the departure of the Evergreen Lord.

King Kaloulu immediately said: "Block her! Stop!"

Meng Fu shakes very fast, but there are too many people here. The Eighth Temple is layered across the road. Several elders are masters. She is rushing to the right and rushing several times and being forced back. She is sharp. The same as the cracking of the crowd, but again and again by the broad knife of the tide back, but she smashed, kicked, cut, smashed, cut, cut ... red light over the sky, killing crazy.

Don't stop me!

Promise - Promise.

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Lord Evergreen, I want to kill you!

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In the small courtyard, the green smoke was faintly lingering, and they could not stand on the ground. The two men were quiet and dead, or they were indeed dead.

When Tai Chi woke up from the magical illusion, she saw such a scene.

She exclaimed, immediately rushed over, picked up the long-term grandchild, called: "Sister! Brother!"

The long-term grandson slowly opened his eyes, his blood on his face did not go, the more his face was like the snow, the eyes looked a little turbulent at first, it seemed to look too stunned with the hope of confusion, then revealed a slight disappointment, but then Immediately cover it, gently, smiled at her.

Only that smile, too tears will fall.

"Grieved you..." The great-grandfather sighed softly and slowly raised his hand to wipe her tears. "So many years..."

"No." It was too raging with tears and choked. "I am willing, I am willing..."

The long-term Sun Mou Lai smiled slightly, turned his eyes, looked out the window with a sigh of relief, and then sighed with regret, then he said low: "Too."

"Ok……"

"You inherited... Divine power." Long Sun turned his eyes and looked at her seriously. His fingers pulled her sleeves. "Please... please help her..."

Too closes his eyes, tears flow down his cheeks, a drop of water on his face, her heart is so full of soreness, can not squeeze any words into a sentence, half a slap she closed her eyes, twitching "hmm" One sound.

There is no movement in my arms. I don’t know where it’s a little bit of lightness. It’s cool and cool. I can’t go to the frost on the window. I’m too slow and blinking. I see the long-term grandmother’s eyes in the tears, and the lips are smiling. Shallow, pale and transparent.

Too fascinated to look at him, gently stroking his face, his fingers are thinly outlined in his eyebrows, a little... a stroke... half a sigh of low sigh: "You are thin..."

She looked at the scenery outside the window for a while, where the shadows floated, the flowers were fragrant, and the familiar scenery was seen. Somehow today, I felt that it was special.

How much can't be asked in life, how much can't be kept, and it can't be as long as the tree is evergreen, such as this flower is permanent.

She regained her gaze and smiled, and then moved her hand to his head.

At the moment when the finger moved, her lips floated with a stern but decisive smile. Without stopping, she pressed her palm to his Baihui point.

Then she closed her eyes.

The palms flow in the low light, such as the trembling fine springs, plunging into the dying body, repairing the damaged meridians, warming the **** guilt, and retaining the lost life, the trickle of the great light gods passed down from generation to generation. Just before an hour, she just flowed into her body. Now, she chooses and gives it to him.

His pale and snowy face gradually thanked those dead, although it was still white, but with the luster of life, the pulse that once disappeared, slightly beating, from nothing, vibrating the fine sound of life.

Too sly face, but gradually withered, like the last month of the moon buried in the snow, the beginning of the beginning of the bright and colorful radiance, but eventually can not withstand the cold and pressing, gradually faded.

After half an hour, she took back her hand and she was soft and squatted.

She was kneeling beside him and could not afford to struggle for a long time.

At that moment, the owner of the Evergreen Temple and her sensibility of discovering her secrets immediately killed her. He pulled out her mandala leaves.

However, because of the endless restraint of the great-grandson, the magical technique was passed on to her. As long as she used this magical technique, she could still be a master who had no real power but had magical skills.

The Lord's deity is enough to smash the world, and there is rarely a chance to use martial arts. However, when the magic is no longer there, she has no chance to survive.

Living is a very good thing, she wants to live.

But she didn't want him to die, so she died in front of herself.

If so, let him go, how can she spend this long and lonely life?

The high of the temple, the life is absolutely perfect, the power of the peak, she never wants, never cares, she wants only her powerful, omnipotent brother, can continue to be strong and can do anything.

"You... help me by myself..." She squatted and fell on the protagonist of the great-grandson, with a faint smile on his head. "I feel like I can't do it..."

She smiled in his heart, listening to the heartbeat gradually calming, her face was smiling and blurred, as if listening to a beautiful string of music, after experiencing such a loss, this is really the most beautiful music in the world, but I hope that he has been playing like this for so many years.

She has been wearing a mask for him all the time, dressed as a double-faced person, she often lost herself in such a play, and is heartbroken to be his enemy, but when countless impulses are about to be out of order, she is again Tell yourself immediately that it is the secret she shared with him. She should not feel bitter, because apart from this, she will not have the same secret opportunity with him in this life.

Now that her mission is over, So God arranged for her to leave, and since then he has been in his world, and she is waiting for her desolateness on the other side of her.

"But then... I regret it..." She put her face on his face, and the hot tears sizzled his cool skin. In this life, he gave him warmth, her warmth, he never needed it. The closest distance in my life is at this moment, and since then, the two are separated.

"This spy... It’s too hard and too difficult... Those days that follow Tianfeng, every day is a nightmare... I want to bully you during the day to torture you... I cried at your wounds at night... I bite back after going back The beggar, silently rolling on the bed, nine months... nine months, I tore up all my bedding... Promise... Promise... At that time, I felt for the first time... It turned out that this is the real cruelty of life... ..."

Love must not be the most painful injury, those day and night of heart-cutting, those sufferings of burning heart, the pain and pain of those people who laughed and laughed before, and teared her away, until she finally got rid of it, and her fate has gone. At the end.

The mountains are silent, the flowers are empty, the fragrance is full, and the longness is too much.

The cheeks of tears slid down from his cheeks, her lips gently moving down and covering his lips.

The teeth move slightly, and the light appears and hides. A white eighteen-streaked mandala leaf is fed into his mouth.

My brother... my love.

From then on, you are standing at the highest peak in the world, watching the world change, but I don't think you are lonely, but you can't cool your clothes without looking at the everlasting mountain.

And I, as if I am on the road to no return, never look back.

In this life, I love you who love others. In this life, I am doing an illusory drama for you, and I will live my life as a shadow of the South and the North. I will not meet in the next life, and I will not encounter such suffering.

The Changqing Temple in the mountains is like a spring season. The mountains and the mountains are full of snow and snow. The snow that blows from the distant mountains is connected with the colorful flowers of the five colors. At the same time, it is swept into the window by the wind. It is so light and cool. Like a glass-like, crunchy life, who in the vaguely plays a song on the Bohai Sea, screams through the sorrows of Guanshan.

Too slowly closed your eyes.

Consciousness is like a cloud, floating in the 100,000-story loneliness and soft red, three thousand miles of evergreen mountains and mountains are falling, and the vagueness seems to have seen that year, the tung flower blossoms in the purple clouds, the boy is like a faint purple cloud, falling In front of her eyes, he bends slightly in the wind, and his dreams are wide open. The fragrance of the king of Ashura Lotus instantly infiltrates the girl's life.

She saw the heavy clouds in the warmth of the temple, and he clung to her hand, and the face looked down.

Hearing him gently said: "Too... thank you for helping me."

Hearing him: "Reassured, the position of the main hall, it will be yours."

Promise, Promise.

What I want is never the position of the main hall.

In the past, the illusion of the past, such as the long river, the old and fresh pictures printed in the memory faded, leaving only a frame of paper-yellow picture, a sketch of the most calm and shocking dialogue in the continent. .

"Thirty-three days of the palace, the highest in hateful days; four hundred and forty-eight diseases, the most bitter lovesickness."

"I don't care."

"Oh? Then your mark, but for whom?"

"For those who are not to be missed in life."

"Isn't that acacia?"

"No, life is short and long-lasting, and the red dust is not full of life and death. God knows that waiting for me will be awkward or missed? How can it stand in place and let the time be consumed?"

"What about you?"

"Red dust has her, I go to the red dust."

"Red dust will be chaotic."

"Red dust, I block; Hell, I go; Four seas anger, I cross; Cangsheng, I cover."

"Why?"

"But for her sake, not afraid of ten feet of soft red, upside down the pain of grinding."

......

Brother.

You never know.

But for you, I am not afraid of ten-foot soft red, and reverse the pain of suffering.

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Meng Fu shakes the battle.

The hall of Jiuyi splashed with blood and mourned. She walked on the blood and the musculature. No matter who it was, it was the enemy who lived and died.

Although there are few people on her side, they are the top masters in the world, especially the emperor's day. One person has fought against all the elders, and the endless stream of witchcraft has forced the elders to be stretched.

What's even better is that even the best music of the Ganda's music department, he has been tampering with it, the wonderful and fascinating music played by the silk bamboo strings, he used a squeaky sound. Diabolo, the traction does not make a difference, and finally it becomes a ghost crying, plus the strongest King Kong of the high-pitched singer, the chaos is overwhelmed.

"Dragon, the battle!" King Jialuo Luo has been playing a brow, and finally can not help but cold command, as the most good part of the eight parts of the dragon, has always been the crown of the world, and the long-term Sun promise will The various types of formations passed down by the Qingshen Temple have been refined. The method of his dragons, in addition to inheriting the divine masters, can trap all the people in the world who want to be trapped.

The Dragon Army did not move. They had not moved since the beginning of the battle. They heard the command of King Kalou, and the Dragon Hall made the sleeves indifferent: "The Kailuan Luo Wang, my ministry has been sinned by the temple. The Lord deprives the right to participate in the war and must not participate in any battle until the Lord's release."

"Family!" King Kalou Luo was furious. "I am the father of the new lord, I have the right to order you!"

The Dragon Temple made him look at him and owe him a debt. He said: "Please show the Lord's token and ask the new lord to give a slogan."

"You!" King Jialuo Luo's face was blue and green, and he was about to turn to the order of the Mohu Luojia Department to transport the precision bed that the temple had never used. The round of arrow rain shot the group of mixed accounts, and listened to one person behind him. Lightly said: "The main hall of the temple is squatting, and all are retreating."

When King Jialuo Luo turned around, he saw the man wearing a golden mask and the golden robe of the temple, calmly and leisurely.

He walked in the clouds, flowing from the three thousand jade steps, like a gilt of light, reflecting the **** jade chaos of the earth, there is a kind of indifferent and deserted.

"The Lord of the Lord, you--" King Kalouro greeted him and opened Zhang behind him. "You hurt nothing? That... tightly the king of Luo?"

The man's eyes shook a little, looked down at him, reached out and seemed to hold him.

King Galouro reached out with a puzzled hand.

The hand came to him, suddenly changed to a slap, the fingertips of the golden light flashed, the spring rain was generally in the position of all the acupuncture points on his upper body!

King Kaloulu suddenly fell there.

The acupuncture points of the whole body were sealed, and even the blood seemed to be condensed. He couldn’t even lick his eyes. He could only stand there, facing the hall, and looking at the people in front of him.

In the top of the top ten in the world, Kalou Luo Wang Tianji, between a move, was made.

Although there are unprepared elements, the king of Kaluluo has already sensed that the other party is not the master of the temple, but the temple master.

What about the Lord? What about? What happened……

"I killed you--" a sudden drink suddenly came out from the temple, the black slender figure carrying the bright red light of jade white, suddenly broke out from the nine major halls, and the rainbow crossed the Huaguang Wanli, a line of electric power Directly out!

The violent electric power is like a knife that can split the sky, carrying infinite killings and endless hatred, and never rushing forward!

Can not smash the enemy, rather than self-breaking!

The deep red sword light opened in front of her, and it forced the enemy's front heart. She used all the strength of the whole body. In any case, she must wear the Evergreen Temple to wear a pair. If it is unsuccessful, it will become a man!

She was stunned by the horror of the feathers. She plunged from the top of the three thousand jade steps, and the paulownia floating on all sides was shocked by the murderous and violent hurricane, and they stopped and slammed again. Opened a purple cigarette brocade.

The woman wrapped in Yanjin rushed down, her hair was like ink, her eyes were red, and her cheeks were like jade-like cream. Like the jade, she poured out the rouge juice, and she smashed it.

The man in the order, the golden robes were swept by the wind, gently looking up at her from the clouds, rolled over the slow journey, with a fire-like warm and **** burning, rolled up to him .

That glimpse of his eyes changed a thousand, happy... pain... joy... feelings... glad... sad... the dust settled.

Above the three thousand jade steps that extend to the sky, the sun sinks.

He suddenly, gently open his arms.

Meng Fu, who came to the sword, opened his arms and opened his arms.

Then he gently said: "Shake."

"Hey."

Uncontrollable forward momentum, Jianguang brakes and body.

Meng Fu Shao froze in the air.

She stared at the man in disbelief. At this moment, she saw his complicated eyes and saw his infinite brilliance between his eyebrows. He looked at him with a sigh of relief and never only condensed his eyes on her body.

On the side of his body, the faint Ashura Lotus is fragrant, like a cloud.

The sun rises and shines on the evergreen temple at the top of the snow-capped mountains. It reflects the glory of the lonely city, the jade steps above the jade steps. The pair of loving men and women finally break through the heavy barriers and cross the countless life and death. .

Quiet, falling flowers.

Meng Fu waved his hand.

The body is soft.

Suddenly I lost all my strength.

She fell.

Suck into his arms.

Like a soaring bird, with blood from the sky, rushing to the fate of the return, in the most painful and amazing moment, fell in the long waiting, arms.

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Dust, settled.

The Evergreen Temple has always been inherited by the Lord's Deity. No matter how you get the Lord's lord, you have the sorcerer, and you are the lord of the sage. All of them only loyal to the Lord.

Under the threat of magical light and mandala leaves, there is no power to resist.

A big battle was instantaneously dissipated because of the strange difference of the position of the Lord. The eight stopped, the elders stopped fighting, and the king of Kaloulou was temporarily under house arrest. On the face of the sun, the great-grandfather would never again start to shut him down. Say.

Emperor Feitian is very dissatisfied with this - he has no opponents.

He demanded that King Jialulu be released to fight with him. The long-term grandson was faintly said: "There are new people who love women, and their hearts are floating. Is the Witch God determined to go to take the risk?"

The proud Emperor immediately gave up, but he glared at him for a long while, saying: "Yeah has been playing for a full year, tired, and the next time he will come up the mountain and teach you."

The long-term grandson smiles: "Always waiting."

The Witch God adult glanced at Meng Fu, and since he saw her appear in the hall, he was not interested in overwhelming her. This is obviously a woman of the family, second-hand, no!

The long-term Sun Wuji was very satisfied with the pride of the Emperor, and he personally sent the Witch God adults out. The good emperor did not make a great effort in this matter. Without him all the way to the Evergreen Temple, involving the Evergreen Temple Lord and The energy of King Kaloulu and others, his plans and the sacred slogan of Meng Fu may be more difficult. The main hall is a battle, the masters gather, he must fully deal with the lord, there is no emperor to force the soul, even the Dragon Palace In the end, he will be rebellious against him in advance, and he may not be able to help him.

The owner of the Evergreen Palace is too powerful, and it is an inviolable existence. His gods cover the entire Evergreen Temple. He can't get a little help. He can only fight alone. Even if he prepared for the support from many years ago, it is still difficult to guarantee. Everything went well. There are too many variables in this. I need to rely on too many opportunities, lose a lot of money, and lose all.

He once thought that if he really wants to lose, there is nothing to blame, but if he doesn't even dare to fight, it will cost him a lifetime.

Fortunately, no one wants to, he will fake an enemy for more than ten years.

No one wants to get it. As early as the first time, I suspected that she was the demon woman pointed out by the temple. He asked Taiyi to be his own enemy.

This is the hand that stayed in the last turn, painstakingly planning, ten years, only in the future, when she is on the temple, hold on to that little life.

It’s awkward now... it’s coming over.

It’s a pity that it’s too bad.

Too thought about him, he naturally understood that what he could do was to compensate her for the position of the Lord.

However, in the end her choice made him owe her all her life.

The long-term Sun Wuji gently rubbed the jade card, looking up to Yuntian, and faintly heard her: "Brother, I met you, although fortunate, but also thin."

Too bad.

Don't meet me in my next life.

Next life, be yourself.

The wind plunged into the chest, and the thirty-seven-leaf mandala in his body floated and turned. It was the forever mark that the woman left for him. This life would never be able to wave.

There are reasons for the integration of the world, there are reasons for the world, and there are reasons for the destruction of the world.

He called for a long breath.

The heart suddenly became warm, and someone gently hugged him from behind.

A pair of warm, smooth hands leaned over and slipped into his palm.

He didn't look back, smiled and held the hand, rubbing his palms, feeling the woman's body trembled behind him, leaning against the back of his face, and feeling cold through the clothes.

"They... gone?"

It is a question, but it is also a positive tone.

Meng Fu nodded and his face pressed against his back. It seemed that he tried hard to absorb some warmth to resist the deep sadness in his heart.

Just now, she sent them away from the North.

After the emergence of the Promise of the Sunshine Emperor, the Emperor of Daxie never said a word, and his bright eyes were slightly dark and unclear, but his expression was calm.

When she plunged the jade steps to assassinate the Evergreen Temple, she used his sword. When she left, she handed back the sword. He stared at the sword and had not received it for a long time.

The sword of the Dagu royal family has never been handed over to others. Once it is handed over, it means to send the honorable status of life.

However, for her, she handed the sword three times and returned it three times.

She will always be the exception of his life, and will always be the end of his life.

One hearted, chasing all the way, proclaiming that she is her own, but she looked at her gradually and gradually.

The Emperor of Daxie looked up and looked at Meng Fu Sha before the snow-capped mountains. She was more crystal-clear than the snow-capped mountains. She was the peerless lotus born in the soil of the snow-capped mountains, and traveled again and again, all the way to the blood, only for the final return. .

And he, in the writing of God's will, made a lot of color in her life, but stopped halfway.

He looked at her for a long time and smiled.

The man in black and red robe, in the wind, Lang Lang suddenly stunned his sleeves, took the blood and dust of this road, and laughed.

The singular laughter was far away from the shrine, and spread in the snow-capped mountains, which led to the reunion of the mountains and the new snow.

He laughed and said: "Life, enough!"

Then he took the sword, slammed into the sheath, and then did not look back, and left.

The black robe that shines with the red totem is brightly lit in the snow, such as the finely broken ink stained with this white earth, and it is still clear when it is dozens of miles away. It belongs to the **** life of the smiling man. Above the vast earth, never ruin.

I have this encounter with you in my life, enough!

Suddenly watching him go, Meng Fu shakes a little uneasy to see the thunder and valley.

Lei did not say anything, but always smiled and shook his head, and turned the red head into a rattle. For the thank-you thankfulness of Meng Fu, he waved his hand: "Forget it! Thank you, how about? If you marry the wild child, thank you. I will accept this thanks!"

Meng Fu Shao only had a bitter smile, remembered one thing, and asked Lei: "Father, I heard that there is a thunder, is it your martial arts?"

"Hey?" Thunder touched the head and smashed the big bull's eye. "Is the scorpion thunder?" I thought for a long time and said: "Isn't it a set of internal exercises that I had come up with in my early years? Ah, that stuff can't be done, The pattern shelf, there is no half of the essence of my martial arts, I have already thrown it!"

Meng Fu shakes silently, remembering that Yan Lei, who lost his life and even lost his life, has spent his life in pursuit of happiness. In the end, it is nothing but abandonment by others.

Life, irony.

Sighing, she looked at the valley again. Regarding the whereabouts of Zongyue, she wanted to ask for a long time. The main hall had no chance in the first battle. Now, looking at the cold and beautiful eyes of the middle-aged woman, Meng Fu, who is daring, can’t ask.

"You dare not ask, or do not want to ask?" Finally, Gu Yidie first opened.

Meng Fu shook his mouth.

"I am not happy to help you," Gu Yidie said coldly. "It’s just looking at the children."

Meng Fu shakes his face and smiles.

"This silly boy..." Gu Yidie sighed softly. "...It didn't take long to live. It's again... forget it, but do everything."

Meng Fu smiled and solidified, looking at her, she... What does this mean?

"You don't know if there is a deficiency in the more children?" Gu Yiji said faintly. "In order to revenge, he made a deal with the Fufeng witch. With her power, she used the power of Xuanyuan to change the face of the ancient magic. That would have been a longevity." And with the woman hiding her heart, she took the opportunity to give him a secret hand, he... he would have lived forty years old."

Meng Fu stepped back and held the railing behind him. The white marble railings were cold and cold, but the heart was colder.

"With me and his medical skills, if you nurse well, it will still be possible to live for a few more years, but unfortunately..." Gu Yiji turned and stopped looking at her. "He is too worn out."

The cold and proud woman will not look back, and a piece of willow-like floats down the Jiuzhong Palace. Meng Fu shakes out his hand and wants to stay but feels that he has no face to retain. He wants to stay but he does not know what to keep, and his fate is like water. The past can never be repeated, and then turn back and turn again, perhaps still such a bleak ending.

She stretched her hand for a long time, but only after the cold wind of the temple, for a long time, a tear, heavy squatting at the fingertips.

She didn't know that the valley went down to the foot of the mountain. In the wooden house in the hidden valley of the foot of the mountain, she took out the white man like a snow. She looked at him for a long time and faintly heard his glass-like life. One point, with the passing of luxury, is gradually broken.

He only looked at the direction of the Evergreen Temple, his eyes were like kites, and he was farther away, and he always maintained the direction of her palm.

"So nostalgia, why not go see her?"

Zong Yue smiled and did not answer.

Why should she let her see her like this?