The time of Jianxin

"I said Yang Jian, you can't find a bigger tripod. It's a bit crowded for such a small tripod to hold five dragons?"

"If the second prince thinks it's too crowded, you can ask Laojun to borrow the Bagua furnace."

"you……"

"Okay, second brother, can't you calm down? Third sister doesn't know what's going on yet?"

"Don't worry, the third prince, Yang Jian will take good care of the third princess..." Yang Jian flipped through the ancient books in his hand, and said, "If Gong Gong wants to get back his mana, he must find all the Dragon Balls of the Four Seas. Except for the Dragon Balls of the West Sea, the other three All the dragon balls of the sea are in the hands of Gong Gong."

"Master Zhenjun, please protect Cun Xin well. The Xihai Dragon Ball is the source of Cun Xin. Once the Dragon Ball is separated from the body, the consequences will be unimaginable." The Dragon King of the West Sea said: "Xiaolong wants to meet Cun Xin, but I don't know if it is possible?"

"Yeah." Yang Jian put down his books, stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the study.

Mu Sheng saw Cun Xin on the ice platform, and she fell to the ground with a peaceful expression and a slight smile on her lips, as if she was asleep.The ice platform that had been dim for tens of thousands of years finally had light again. At that moment, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh. It was obvious that he planned all this, and he should be happy, but he found his chest twitching. With a dull pain, he dragged his blood-soaked body and staggered towards Cun Xin. He hugged her carefully and full of pity, and his gentle voice woke her up from the darkness.

She slowly opened her eyes, there was still a faint light in her eyes, and said with a smile: "Mu Sheng, you are finally back, I have been looking for you for a long time, a long time..."

His eyes seemed to be rippling in the darkness, his blood-stained palm slowly stroked her cheek, and he choked up, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"I'll take you back, okay?" He was smiling, but his eyes were as bright as tears: "From now on, never meet me again."

There was a milky white halo all over him, and gradually a white vortex formed beside Cun Xin, pulling her primordial spirit continuously.

"Mu Sheng." She saw the light on his body getting stronger and stronger, and then dispersed, turning into fireflies in the sky, gradually annihilated in the dark ice platform, a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, with bright colors , like cinnabar dripping from the tip of a pen.

Knowing that Cun Xin left secretly, Yang Jian kept looking for her in the West Sea, and Xiao Tiangou told him that the smell of the third princess disappeared in the West Sea.But he searched all over the West Sea and still couldn't find Cun Xin.

Cun Xin, where are you?

He searched the Dragon Palace again, and when he was about to search for Chongxin Pavilion, he suddenly turned around and walked out as if thinking of something.Yang Jian thought that there was one place in the West Sea that he hadn't been to, and that was the ice platform in the extreme west of the West Sea.When Yang Jian arrived at the extreme west of the West Sea, he couldn't believe that Cun Xin, who had been raised so tenderly, had spent 500 years alone in this dark, cold, and lifeless place. His heart was glowing like a needle. pain.Yang Jian found Cun Xin on the ice platform. She was sleeping on the ice platform, surrounded by dried blood. He couldn't see a trace of soul in her body. The continuous pain seemed to burst into his heart inch by inch. It was so difficult for him to even walk to her, he held her in his arms tremblingly, he never thought that one day she would leave him, he thought she would always be by his side, as long as he turned around, he could see , and now, she is lying in his arms, cold, unable to laugh, cry, or make trouble.

Yang Jian, look, she doesn't want you anymore, you are doomed to be alone forever.

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