The big hand drooped from her hands and fell heavily to the ground. The fan seemed to be stupid, and kept a tilting forward in a blank posture. His hands were stained red with blood, and the jade rings spread in the palm of his hand lost their original luster, and the scent of death was bleak.

The fierce battle continues, and the sound of fighting is endless!

Ming Yechen's fall helped boost the arrogance of the Nine Heavens, and the declining momentum reversed again to Cang Qingfeng's head. Cai Yin and Gui Bailing were captured one after another, and Dugu Hao was also seriously injured in the battle with the God of Liaoyuan.

Bo Yuan tried to end the fierce battle, but the soldiers on both sides were red in their eyes. The gods of heavenly soldiers not only failed to stop the killing, but instead aimed the butcher knife in his hand at the fan guarding Ming Yechen.

Anger rushed around in his chest, and Boyuan waved his sword to repel the person, and used the pressure of the prince of the heavenly realm to guard a clean land for the fan. If there is a plundering invader, no matter whether it is an enemy or an enemy, Boyuan will not be merciless. One will kill one, two will kill one, and two will kill one.

Seeing the situation prosper, Liaoyuan God Lord's eyebrows were flying, and he no longer deliberately delayed the time and fought with Dugu Hao. Instead, he directly summoned the Dark Flame God Jian and attacked Dugu Hao in one go.

Dugu Hao, who was angry to the point of scarlet eyes, did not retreat, holding the God-Slaying Sword in his hand and fighting with his back!

"You all deserve to die!" With a scream of yelling, the silence fan, who was originally kneeling on the ground, stood up straight at some point. The majestic wind blew her hair, lifted up a corner of her skirt, causing the red line hidden at her ankles to have nowhere to hide, and soon broke into pieces and could no longer bind the silence of the silence fan.

"Hold the fan, hold the fan?" Bo Yuan quickly realized that something was wrong and called out hurriedly. The wind rushed toward the fan, but saw her handing the jade flute that had merged with Ming Yechen's blood to her lips, and closed her eyes and started to blow it.

His body suddenly bumped into a turbulent airflow, and Bo Yuan was flew away by the powerful sound control technique and fell heavily to the ground. The extreme panic made him quickly support his body, and he saw that the figures around him retreated at the speed of light. The blood-crying demon sound penetrated the clouds and cracked the stones, which was invincible, which shocked everyone present to feel sad and regretful, and had a headache.

Bo Yuan stood up with pain and moved to the side of the fan with difficulty in facing the thirsty airflow of his skin. He stretched out his hand to try to suppress the sudden violence she had, but he could not get close to him.

"Hold the fan, stop!"

"Hold the fan, let me take you home, okay?"

"Hold the fan, calm down and open your eyes to see me! I am Bo Yuan, a little thing that is held in your arms by you, bullied you, and will not fight back if you beat me or scold me!"

"Hold the fan...Hold the fan..."

The sound of mourning and missing pictures came into my ears. The fan suddenly stopped blowing the flute and slowly opened my eyes. The pair of bright eyes that looked bright in the past seemed to cry blood, looking at Boyuan sadly and resentfully.

"Before I have not changed my mind, hurry up and take your people out of my sight! Otherwise..." As the angrily warning, he waved his hand and immediately sucked a soldier to his neck obediently, and ruthlessly broke it.

Seeing that the heavenly soldier who was dying with his eyes was thrown to his feet by a fan, Bo Yuan took a step back and said firmly: "I will not leave you alone, I will never!" His voice was broken.

After the words came, the figure of dreams fell in vain. Bo Yuan was overjoyed, but was strangled by a slap in his throat, and he angrily said, "Since that's the case, then you can die!" He pointed at him and gave him enough strength.

He pinched Bo Yuan to breathe hard, and he reluctantly reached out to stroke her cheek, smiled with all his might, and said, "Hold the fan, I, love..." Every time Bo Yuan said a word, the bondage on his neck became stronger, until the last word was blocked in his throat and could no longer be spoken.

"Your Highness?" Seeing this, Ruoli hurriedly pulled out of the fierce battle and fell behind Bo Yuan and said, "Hold the fan, stop!"

"Take your highness, how far you are, how far you are! If there is another time, I will not show mercy again!" He slapped Bo Yuan, who was dying, and shouted, "If you don't want to die, get out of Xiannan Peak!" After saying that, he handed Wuyu to his lips and started to blow.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the God of Liaoyuan disappeared without a trace. The other immortals saw that the Ninth Prince had fallen down, and the six gods also fled one after another.

Dugu Hao was able to escape and run to

In front of Ming Yechen, he reached out to help him up, his thin lips trembled, but he didn't say a sad word, but said loudly: "All the generals obey orders, withdraw their troops quickly and return to Cangqing Peak!"

"Yes!" The generals took the order in unison and quickly mobilized their troops to evacuate Xiannan Peak...

The sky is dark and dark clouds are covered with dark clouds!

Ming Yechen's body was full of coldness in Cangqing Peak, and the stalactites Huansheng's Rongze Cave was left for three days before Guan Shutao woke up from the nightmare.

In the dream, the elder brother was wearing blood clothes and said goodbye to her. Guan Shutao was afraid that the nightmare would come true, so he quickly lifted the quilt out of bed, trying to carry his father alone to Xiannan Peak to save Ming Yechen, but because of the needle being given by his father, his legs were sore and weak, and finally staggered to the ground.

"Tao'er?" Guan Xinrong, who was taking a nap at the table, was awakened by the muffled sound of her falling to the ground, rushed over and helped her up.

Guan Shutao was impatient and grabbed his father's arm and asked, "Dad, how is Ming Yechen?"

After all, the paper can't keep the fire!

Guan Xinrong hesitated for a moment and finally revealed the truth: "The body of the Nether Lord is in the Rongze Cave."

As if someone beat him hard, Guan Shutao's body slid weakly on the ground. Guan Xinrong hurriedly pulled her up and comforted her, "Taoer, let go! Let yourself go, don't add sorrow to the love that you are destined to be unavailable. Daddy is old and can never withstand any storm anymore." After saying that, tears flowed.

"Dad, I want to see him." Guan Shutao did not shed tears, but the sadness that turned into substance was like a dull knife cutting out the heart, unable to cut off the concern, and constantly grinding the bonds, but every breath hurts so much that it cannot be modified with words.

Guan Xinrong knew that she could not persuade her, so she stopped forcing her. She just hoped that the passage of time would slowly soothe her daughter's heartache.

When Guan Shutao saw Ming Yechen, the eldest brother was lying peacefully in the crystal ice coffin, as if he was asleep. His eyes were closed, and his long eye feathers laid a small shadow around his eyes, making his already pale face even more dismal.

"Big brother, you can't bear to leave me after all, so you're back." Guan Shutao knelt on the edge of the ice coffin, held Ming Yechen's cold big hand and put it on his warm cheeks, grinning, "Big brother, your hands are so cold, Xiao Shutao will help you warm it, just warm it up." As he spoke, he held his hands with both hands and rubbed them again and again. Finally, he felt that the effect was not satisfactory, so he pulled it to his lips and kept breathing, over and over again, and used his body temperature to warm him.

Guan Xinrong, who was standing beside him, sighed and shook her head. There was no more consolation to say, so she simply walked away from the cave, leaving enough space for her daughter to make her last farewell to the Emperor.

Guan Shutao struggled for a long time and found that the eldest brother's hands were still cold without a trace of warmth. He held his hand again and deceived himself: "Look at my memory, I forgot that the eldest brother's hands seemed to be so cold all the time."

"The big brother's body is also cold, with a cool body scent, and it feels refreshing and comfortable." Guan Shutao smiled, took his hand and walked closer to his nose and smelled it, and said, "Do you know? Every time Xiao Shutao falls asleep in your arms, he can smell your breath in his dreams. Only you can invade my dreams so strongly, engrave it into my mind, and enter my heart."

"Brother, why are you so bad? Eavesdropping on so many things in my heart, and never telling me your feelings. If you do this, I will be angry and ignore you!"

The person in the ice coffin had no response for a long time, Guan Shutao threw his hand back into the coffin with anger, turned his hands around with his back, and muttered: "I'm angry, really angry!"

But even if she was really angry, Ming Yechen couldn't coax her warmly. This one-man show was too difficult. Guan Shutao looked back and held Ming Yechen's hand on his cheek again, murmured: "I know, the eldest brother didn't ignore me, the eldest brother was just too sleepy. It doesn't matter. Xiao Shutao is willing to wait until the eldest brother wakes up."

"Don't do this, he's dead!"

Guan Shutao Xun looked up and saw that he was talking to him with a fan. He quickly raised his finger to his lips and signaled her to silence: "Shh! Sigh down, don't bother your elder brother Qingmeng."

"So wake up!" He strode with a big step

He stepped forward, pinched Guan Shutao's shoulders, pulled her up from the ground, and reminded loudly, "He is dead, dead!"

"So what?" Guan Shutao pushed her away, raised his eyes and looked at him, and asked, "He died for you, will you be enemies with the prince of heaven for him?"

He held the fan and the arrow deny it: "No!"

"Ha! It turns out that in your heart, my brother is not as good as an outsider!"

"What did you say? Say it again." The word "brother" made the fan with a cold expression start to get anxious.

"It seems that you really don't know. Ming Yechen is still protecting you until he dies. Haven't you ever thought about the reason?"

"What's the reason?"

"You really want to know?"

"think!"

"Do you do me a favor, I'll tell you!"

"you say."

"Come here!" Guan Shutao leaned forward, and immediately leaned over with his ear, but she raised her palm and slashed it hard, and she barely fainted.

Holding Zhifan's back against the stalagmites, Guan Shutao raised his hand to clean up her slightly chaotic hair and said, "Zhifan, I owe you what I owe you, and it's time to give it back to you."

Thunder pierced through the silent night, lightning spread across the sky, and torrent flowed along the outer wall into the Henghe River, with magnificent waves and stormy waves.

The person who dresses in the cave in front of the mirror was not disturbed at all. He held a hairpin and pursed his lips gently, which was as beautiful as a fairy in the painting, and was astonishing as the eyes of the world.

He reached out to take the silver wolf mask placed on the makeup table. Guan Shutao stood up from the mirror, moved his lotus steps lightly, and the red skirt swayed, which led to the collision between his hair, and sounded step by step, thinking step by step!

Wherever you see, stalactites of all shapes gather together, like jade pillars through clouds, like a simple woman with affection, and like thousands of swords hanging above your head, hanging down sharp blades, restraining the cold light, guarding one person to color it.

"Ming Yechen, you lost to me after all!"

"After the spirit is returned to Xiao Xuan'er, I will no longer be your sister's substitute. I am Xiao Shutao and your wife. From now on, you can't push me away any more!"

Guan Shutao smiled, and his figure as fast as light hit the sharp stone on his head, ending his borrowed life. He was absolutely infatuated and never regretted it!

The man in the coffin was also dressed in red, waiting for the arrival of the beauty. On his left shoulder, there was another silver wolf mask, quietly serving as a matchmaker, and witnessing this unprecedented love.

The weak body slowly fell from the sharp stone, pounced on the ice coffin, and threw itself into his lover's arms.

Guan Shutao used his last bit of strength to cover the silver wolf mask in his hand on another pair of silver wolf masks, and finally made the couple, who had been away for three thousand years, overlap at zero distance.

Blood-colored tears slid from the corners of his eyes and barely hit Ming Yechen's eyelashes. Guan Shutao looked at him, his head was loaded with weight as if it was filled with lead, and it fell heavily on Ming Yechen's shoulders and could never be lifted up again.
Chapter completed!