In front of his eyes was endless dark.

The darkness is boundless, like a dead grave sea, as if going to devour him.

There seemed to be a shout in the ear, and the sound was so vague, but it kept enlarging in the ear.

Heng Su.

Heng Su ...

Who was calling him?

He struggled hard, the blue tendons on his arms were raised, and the whole person was like a mosquito that was stuck in the spider web.

His body slowly went up, and his congested eyes opened suddenly. When he saw the things in front of him, he had returned to the cliff.

A slightly hoarse voice sounded: "Now jumping the cliff, don't you think it's a bit late?"

Heng Wu Xianjun raised his eyes and saw Yu steaming his indifferent face. Her arm was holding his ankle, like a butcher, and lifted the cut cow and sheep.

She threw him out: "Don't delusional Yuanshen anymore, leave your life, then go to the bald monk Lu Renjia of the Honglian Temple, only he can save the landscape."

The healing is a monk Mu Lingen, all of which are good at continuing life. As long as someone is willing to give birth to life, he can save the soul and fly away.

During this time, Lu Renjia taught her a lot of things, including how to continue her life.

She didn't know if she could still go out today, and only let Hengwu Xianjun go to Lu Renjia.

Yu steaming down her eyes, and she told Lu Renjia before leaving. If she hadn't returned before, let him leave Penglai Mountain by herself.

Presumably, Lu Renjia had fled back to the world.

Although I was very selfish, as long as he found him, Hengwu Xianjun was willing to take his own life, and the landscape was saved.

Regardless of whether he was steaming, he wanted to find death or not. After she dumped that sentence, she hurriedly ran towards Rong.

Although she was so painful that she lost her consciousness, when he peeled off the Yuanshen, she saw it clearly.

She has to return the Yuanshen to him.

Yu's steaming pace stopped in front of him, she squatted down, covered her palm in her heart, trying to peel off the Yuanshen that the landscape brought to her.

There was a cold big palm, holding her little hand gently, and her fingertips seemed to feel her temperature twice. She seemed to be feeling her temperature.

She froze slightly, her eyes hanging down, looking at the pale palm.

His skin is cold and white, like a gentle white jade, and the skin is faintly purple blood vessels under the skin, like a dark purple pattern on the butterfly wing, which looks so fragile.

As if gently, the nails can easily open his skin and pierce his blood vessels.

"Steamed." Keeping her hand holding her hand against his cheeks, whispered: "I don't hurt anymore."

He doesn't hurt anymore.

It doesn't hurt anymore.

For more than 100,000 years, he has been living in pain all the time. The East Emperor's sacrifice was buried behind him, and he continued to torture him day and night.

He wanted to die, but how could he die easily before he recaptured what he belonged to him?

He poured him into pain and darkness. Every night with a thunderstorm, he would fall in Luan Dian, condensed with the cold palace.

His skin had thin frost, but a hot tear feeling came from the back of the spine. The boiling blood seemed to tear him into fragments.

The dull pain of the bone marrow, for a while, seems to be endless.

He will fall into the abyss, only the darkness and Binghan wrap him.

Everyone in the world envy him for life, but no one knows that he is alive every day.

Take the dragon spinal cord, it is like dyeing and addiction. Only by constantly eating the dragon spinal cord can he suppress the damn spell behind him.

The Emperor Emperor's sacrifice laid the curse of the gods. There was no solution to the dead.

Even if he regains the dragon and the dragon scales, the curse will not disappear.

Unless he strips the consciousness and removes the divine power, he is no longer descendant of the priests.

But if so, what is the difference between him and death?

Therefore, only death is a real liberation of him.

But when he encountered a beam of light in the darkness, he couldn't help grasping the desire of that life.

At the beginning, he hated Yu steaming.

He hates people who are crazy, just like a goddess, just to get a trace of compassionate love, he repeatedly lower the bottom line.

The seven years paid by Yu Sali, in his eyes, might as well accompany the black dog that accompanied him for seven years.

Even after she came to Guixu Mountain, he had moved to her several times.

I do n’t know when it started, he inexplicably became interested in her.

Xu was in Luan Dian that day, thunderstorms faded. After he woke up, he saw the woman curled up around him, and he said in his mouth to scold him.

Xu was in the Yan Kingdom that day. As soon as he entered the capital, he found that a uneasy woman put the positioning bracelet on the bird's leg, trying to escape from the human world.

Outside of that marriage temple, he saw that she was locked in the same heart and carved the names of him and Yu Jiangjiang.

He suddenly found that she didn't seem to be as annoying as expected.

He tentative her again and again, seduced her to kill him, seduced her to take his Yuanshen, and seduced her to practice with him in order to cultivate ... but she all served him one by one.

She seems to have become different.

I do n’t know when he started to be soft -hearted, and it was obvious that the heavy bird eggs were rare, and he could help him restrain the pain of his body.

It can be seen that her toxic seizures and hearing her helpless groaning, he fed the bird eggs with lips and used it to suppress her toxicity.

I don't know when she saw her and Xiao Yuqing approach, and when she heard her laughing and laughing, she would feel inexplicable.

This displeased mood has always been suppressed that she wants Xiao Yuqing to help her to relieve her poison, and she can no longer help.

He has never been angry because of anything, and it is not worth his heart for him, but only for her, he gave birth to the emotion he shouldn't have.

He couldn't figure it out, what exactly was because.

In the second floor of the fantasy realm, Hengwu Xianjun used the city of the magic world to deal with her. I hope she can ask his Yuanshen where the god of God is, but she is against this seductive condition.

Sagrans.

Later, they reached the third floor of the illusions. She stared at the river with hidden food and mermaids.

She said she was afraid of pain, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't hesitate to carry her through the river.

He lost his divine power and accidentally touched her, but she didn't say anything, and helped him deceive Hengwu Xianjun, concealing the matter.

From beginning to end, he never hugged her with a hint of hope.

Because he knew there was no hope, he would not be disappointed.

But she gave him hope again and again, making him feel that in this world, he was not as unbearable in this world.

Their feelings are heating up, everything is gradually stabilizing.

Until he was outside the hut on Qingcheng Mountain, he heard the Seventh Prince ask her: "Don't you fall in love with him?"

She answered without hesitation: "How is it possible, I won't fall in love with him."

He has always been reported.

He retaliated her in his own way. He thought he would feel happy after the revenge, but he heard that she said she wanted to sever the relationship with him, and he found that he was panicked.

He is no longer obsessed with recapture dragon tendons. He just wants to keep her and leave her beside him.

So he chose the wrong way to push her further and further.

He knew that everyone remembered his Yuanshen, knew that she was poisonous, and knew that Xiao Yuqing and Heng Wu Xianjun would not give up.

But he still played the bitter plan.

In the end, she just asked her to eat hard, but also involved her toxicity to accelerate the attack.

He thought he was too self -righteous, and he was too proud to give others the opportunity to hurt her.

Xiao Yuqing had a little bit right. He moved to her, and today he became a must -die.

He has always been wrong.

In the relationship, there should be no deception, and not calculating.

Today, he will end all of this by herself, and also live a calm and stable life.

His eyelashes trembled lightly, looking at her eyes and nostalgia, he held her little hand tightly and felt her body temperature.

So warm.

How I hope time will always be fixed at this moment.

Yu's steamed brows frowned, and seemed to want to pull out his hand: "Tolerant?"

Why is he anxious at all?

If the Yuanshen did not return for a long time, he would be fascinated, let alone the corpse, then even a scum will not be left.
To be continued...