In the dark, there seems to be something that hasn't been remembered.

That thing seems to be very important.

He looked around in confusion, lowered his head, but he could not remember anyway.

The force was behind again, pushing him forward step by step.

What exactly can't be remembered?

He felt a little anxious to get an answer.

Something in his arms slid out and fell on the ground. The jade collided and made a crisp and delicate appearance.

The sound made his vague thoughts suddenly awake for a moment.

It seems to be a piece of jade.

He vaguely remembered that one night after returning to Beijing, perhaps on the night of the Lantern Festival, he went to the East City to make an appointment. He passed by a shop and saw a piece of jade, so he bought it.

On that piece of jade, carved—

He frowned and thought hard, barely searching for every detail in his memory.

It seems to be a phoenix.

The phoenix was lifelike, proud and proud, and wanted to fly to the sky. At first glance, he felt like someone.

Cui Buqu was slightly shocked, and suddenly stopped, and no matter how much the force pushed it, he would not move forward.

He has nothing to do.

He still has someone to see.

He can't leave.

He doesn't want to die.

He wants to survive.

With this thought, the tide of pain entered the body again from all directions, and the craze was surging, almost without any rush.

Cui Buqu was in his half-drowning and half-awake unconsciousness, and had no idea that blood was constantly overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and his body could not stop twitching and trembling.

He did not see that Xiao Lu behind him was already withered and covered in gorgeous hair.

The hand Xiao Lu sealed his back heart has gone from its original shiny and slenderness to its wrinkles and shrinks, and looks like white bones, which is extremely terrifying.

A mouthful of blood was vomited on Cui Bugui's back shoulder, and Xiao Lu let go and leaned to the side.

He didn't even have the strength to open his eyes and look at the turbid world again.

I once thought I would be very unwilling to give up, but at this point, there was some tranquility that had settled in the dust of the world.

This burial place is not bad. At least the underground palace that worships Buddha treasures will not be as dirty as other places.

Unfortunately, it's impossible to fight.

Xiao Lu's mouth raised slightly, pulling the old and dry skin, no longer as beautiful as jade as before, and even the most familiar person might not recognize him.

His eyes were withdrawn from the vast distance and fell on Cui Buqu who was beside him.

Cui won't go, I wish you good luck.

If you can't stand it, just be with me. We will fight for the next hell.

In a daze, someone vaguely said this to him.

Cui Buqu can no longer tell whether it is an illusion or reality, just as he can't tell whether he is out of his body or still in the world.

The power from Yin Ming has always wanted to hook out his soul, and the soul and body are fighting fiercely, and they will never stop. No side will admit defeat and withdraw first.

He wandered and wandered in the dark and unknown place, relying on the last little bit of tranquility, and was never willing to be pushed away by external forces, and even went back a little bit.

It was unknown how long it took, but Cui Buqun felt the slow awakening of consciousness in his body.

The pain was even more severe, not only the body, but also the head, as if it was stirred hard by a hand reaching into a calm pond.

He sighed softly without realizing it

The sigh came far away, but was blocked by the wall and echoed layer by layer.

He tried hard to open his eyes.

Naturally, it is still dark.

But he felt keenly that the breath of a second person was gone by his side.

"Xiao...lu?"

Cui Buqun received no answer.

Soon, the sound of messy footsteps came from afar.

It’s like a person walking unsteadily, staggering, and shaking in different ways, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

Who will it be?

Emperor Sui, Changsun, or Gu people raised by Kuhezhen.

It may also be Fengxiao, or Tuananqinghe.

But no matter whether it is friends or enemies, he has no strength to move again.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer.

It also carried a ball of light, shaking up and down with the master's steps, vaguely reflecting the outline of the body.

It should be...a woman.

Cui Bugu frowned.

His mind was a little confused now. At first he thought it was Qiao Xian. After a while, he remembered that Qiao Xian had been sent to another place by him and it was impossible for him to appear here.

It’s not Qiao Xian, nor Qin Miaoyu.

He got the answer soon.

The other party stopped and gasped, and the glimmer of light illuminated her face.

The originally beautiful and beautiful face has a bit of disproportionate hideousness.

A vertical mark on the forehead was cut open by a knife, the flesh turned outward, the blood left dry marks along the bridge of the nose, and the forehead was bulging, as if something was moving below.

Yuwen Yihuan stared at him in a daze, then turned his gaze to his side.

Cui didn't go here and saw Xiao Lu, who had already quietly painted his head.

"Xiao Lang!"

Tears mixed with blood flowed out of his eyes. Yuwen Yihuan knelt down and hugged Xiao Lu tightly, without fearing the other party's withered and old cold body.

Why don't you wait for me?

The girl shouted silently, and her eyes almost condensed half of her life's sorrow.

To her, Xiao Lu is the heaven, the earth, and the whole first half of her life.

She was born into the wealthy Tian family, but she never became a princess for a day.

Princess Leping, Yuwen Eying, Yuwen Yun, Emperor of Sui, Empress Dugu, these close relatives of blood are too far away from her.

Even though he approached the princess and daughter under Xiao Lu's order, Yuwen Yihuan never regarded them as his own.

The only one who can make her unreserved is Xiao Lu.

Because this man has taught her to read and read, learn and conspiracy from martial arts since she can remember. Although the two are brothers and sisters, even if Xiao Lu asks her to take off her clothes and sacrifice herself, she will not hesitate to offer her virginity to each other.

Unfortunately, Xiao Lu never asked for such a request from beginning to end. He never lacked beauties around him, and his thoughts were all about the great cause of the world.

Even Xiao Lu had much more attention than her opponent Cui Buqu.

Yuwen Yihuan shed tears and blood.

And Xiao Lu's body could no longer warm up again.

She slowly raised her head and stared at Cui Bu.

The latter looked back indifferently and fearlessly.

"Xiao Lang is dead, why aren't you dead yet?"

Yuwen Yihuan put down Xiao Lu, pinched a long line of worm from his eyebrows, and stretched his other hand towards Cui Bu, and followed his neck down, slashing his clothes, making it ambiguous and gentle.

"You can't die so easily when you kill Xiao Lang. It should be even worse than him, and you can relieve his pain in the underworld."

A blood mark was cut by the skin below the clavicle by nails. Yuwen Yihuan approached the worm, who couldn't wait to suck on it, sucking the blood desperately.

As soon as she let go, the insect immediately jumped into the flesh and blood, revealing only a short piece of tail.

Soon, even his tail disappeared. Yuwen Yihuan pulled open the other party's clothes and watched the insect slowly wandering under the skin and laughed with satisfaction.

"Next, I will dig out your heart, but don't worry, with this worm here, even if you don't have a heart, you won't die for a while. Maybe you can still feel what it feels like if you lose your heart."

She whispered quietly, slowly pulling Cui Bugui's clothes with her hands, and there was a kind of almost pious seriousness on her face.
To be continued...