The scumbag brother is finally accepted

At the end of the world, the water is so light, and the clouds and mists are lingering.Birds have been flying for thousands of years, and clear springs are flowing in the forest.

Lu Qingyuan and the three Qiying, one in front of the other, watched the surrounding fairyland vigilantly.

The smoke is like a dream, and the wind blows the bamboo leaves, rustling.A piece of tender green bamboo leaf was blown down from the branch in the wind, and slowly fell to Lu Qingyuan's shoulder. After staying for a while, it swirled down.

Lu Qingyuan stretched out his hand to catch the falling bamboo leaves, and the vigilance and vigilance he had just now suddenly collapsed.He looked at the bamboo leaves in his palm and remembered many things in a daze.Unknowingly, at any place and at any time, he can always quietly and domineeringly occupy all his mind.

Cocooning oneself, hurting others and hurting oneself.

"Your honor."

Sanshou Qiying stopped suddenly, looked around solemnly, and signaled to Lu Qingyuan that there was something strange here.

Lu Qingyuan stopped when he heard the sound, the thick fog suddenly thickened in the forest, and something seemed to be approaching with a rustle, and a strange and oppressive atmosphere gradually swept over.

The figure in the forest was desolate, and suddenly, there was a terrifying cry, and the black shadow approached Lu Qingyuan directly.The black wings covered the sky and the sun, grabbed Lu Qingyuan and shot straight into the sky.

"Your honor!"

The three-headed Qiying wanted to chase the giant black-winged bird, but the white mist around him was changing, and he was trapped in this scene.

The evil sword killed the light and cut off the claws of the big bird.Lu Qingyuan landed on the top of the mountain, with bloody bats flying around behind him, and the black mist dispersed, dyeing the white clouds in the sky into darkness.

Lu Qingyuan's eyebrows and eyes were full of contempt and disgust, he urged the sword of misfortune, his moves were ruthless without leaving any room, and the strange red light chilled the kill.The giant black-winged bird flapped its wings, and a hurricane blew away the blood bats. Its wings covered the sun and approached Lu Qingyuan, and slapped it down.

Lu Qingyuan flew to dodge, but saw the giant bird swooping down again, the hurricane swept across Lu Qingyuan, roaring, flying sand and rocks, and young bamboos were uprooted.

The sword of misfortune is as fast as a flying shuttle, and the chilling sword energy cuts off the wings of the giant bird.

There was confusion in front of him, Lu Qingyuan was thrown into the crater by the hurricane, and there was no magma at all.Lu Qingyuan stood up holding the misfortune sword, his head was still dizzy, and there were stars in his eyes.

The surroundings are dark and dull, only the strange red light is shining in the huge dry cracks on the rock wall. The cracks are twisted and crooked, like a meandering river or entwined vines.

"Tch." Lu Qingyuan's brows were sullen, he was angrily contemptuous, rubbing his head with a livid face, "Damn bird."

Groping along the rock wall, the red light in the distance is getting more and more dazzling, and the surrounding temperature is getting higher and higher, almost melting the whole person.

The Misfortune Sword hung in the air and flew forward, as if it was clearing the way for Lu Qingyuan.Winding trails, meandering forward.

Lu Qingyuan touched the rock wall, only to feel that it was getting hotter and hotter, and his body was sweating non-stop.The more I walked in, I was sweating profusely.

The Misfortune Sword suddenly stopped and floated in the air. The blood groove on the blade suddenly turned red, as if a river of blood had flowed into it.Lu Qingyuan vigilantly walked around the evil sword, turned a corner and saw the long-lost Teigu in front of him.

Teigu was soaked in the magma, the bright red magma was like boiling water, before Lu Qingyuan got close, he felt like his whole body was going to melt.

As soon as he stepped forward, a hurricane suddenly struck, and countless giant black-winged birds rushed from all directions.The misfortune sword unfolded its unique posture, splitting into several sword bodies, and the sword energy was like a rainbow.

Blood-drinking evil blade, misfortune proudly.In an instant, hundreds of moves have been exchanged.

There were corpses all over the ground, and the giant black-winged bird fell into a pool of blood and screamed mournfully, like a lament for death.

The sword opened thousands of feet, the sword energy vibrated, and the magma hit the shore, was split in two, and Tegu appeared in front of him impressively.

With Teigu in his hands, Lu Qingyuan heaved a sigh of relief.Follow the white light in the distance to explore and return to the Demon Realm.

Now that the emperor has gathered all the tools, as long as he activates the Rage God Forbidden, and then tries to get rid of Xuan Jinyan, regain the beginning of the Chiyuan, and complete the death seal, then he can go to find Shen Mengzhuang in person.

Thinking of this, Lu Qingyuan's nose suddenly became sour, and his eyes turned red.

It has been three years.

For three years, the first thing I did when I woke up in the morning was to wait for the echo of the dark puppet.

After seeing the familiar word "nothing", the blooming flowers withered again and survived the long night.Wait until the next day to bloom again, looking forward to it as always.

He blooms in the morning and withers in the long night.

Day after day, it is now the third year.

He wanted to find Shen Mengzhuang himself.

Mountains and rivers, grasslands and snowfields.From midsummer to severe winter, from peach blossoms to cold plums and proud snows.

He wants to go through the four seasons and cross the desert.

If it is in the human world, it will turn the world upside down and dig three feet into the ground.

If you are in hell, you will meet ghosts and kill ghosts, and crush Shura.

He wanted to find Shen Mengzhuang himself.

Ask him, why did you abandon him?Why are you so cruel?

For three years, he wandered, struggled, and suffered deeply.

He hates him, blames him, blames him, loves him, misses him.

He once thought that if Shen Mengzhuang came back, if he could find it, he would grab Shen Mengzhuang's lapel and ask him why he hurt him so much?

He also thought that if they meet again, he will be more cruel than Shen Mengzhuang.Even if it hurts, he will completely cripple Shen Mengzhuang's leg, and then lock it with an iron chain.No matter how angry Shen Mengzhuang was and how much he begged, he would never soften his heart and let him go.

He forbids him to die, forbids him to leave without authorization, and forbids him not to love him.

However, he imagined many scenes of reunion, and the man still didn't come back.

One farewell for three years, no more joy.

Amidst all the twists and turns of emotions, he finally compromised.

If Shen Mengzhuang could come back, he would love him, protect him, and listen to him.

I won't question him, and I won't cripple his legs.

Just want a hug.

Spreading his palms, Lu Qingyuan stood in place, looking down at the bamboo leaves in his palms.Just now being swept by the hurricane, he didn't think about his own safety, but instinctively protected the bamboo leaf.

Seeing that the bamboo leaves were intact, he smiled in relief.

Suddenly the wind picked up, and a piece of peach blossom fell into my hand.

Lu Qingyuan's eyes widened, his breathing stagnated, and all his mind was taken away by the peach blossom.

The cold wind blows the hem of the clothes, and the flowers rustle.

Lu Qingyuan looked up suddenly, almost all his strength was drained, tears welled up in his eyes, and slid down his cheeks.

In front of him was a lush peach forest.The peach blossoms are beautiful, and the spring breeze is smiling.

And under a peach tree, stood a familiar figure.The white clothes are more than snow, and the tall body stands tall. The breeze shakes the hem of his clothes, and the hair and headband are flying behind him.

The man stood sideways, looking up at the flowers on the tree.As gentle and elegant as jade, just like when we first met, he seemed like a heavenly being.

"Brother..."

Lu Qingyuan choked up and called out.

Three years of longing, such as madness.He looked at the figure in front of him, all the forbearance and restraint, all the nostalgia and longing, at this moment rushed into his heart like a flood.

He almost stumbled towards Shen Mengzhuang. After three years of searching, he just wanted to hug that person tightly and never let go.

Suddenly a figure rushed out from behind, and Lu Qingyuan stopped immediately.

After seeing the figure clearly, his whole body hurts, even breathing hurts.

He saw that Lu Qingyuan when he was a boy ran towards Shen Mengzhuang with a smile on his face, leaned in front of Shen Mengzhuang, took his hand and shook it, looked up at Shen Mengzhuang and kept saying something.

Shen Mengzhuang lowered his head, also smiling, with gentle brows and eyes, as if there were spring water rippling in his eyes.Those were extremely caring and affectionate eyes, as if they were looking at the love in their hearts.

He looked at the boy, and while wiping the sweat off the boy's forehead with his sleeve, he responded with a smile.Although he couldn't hear what he was saying, he looked extremely gentle.

They stood under the peach blossom tree, one was tall and the other was short, dressed in white and black, one was gentle and the other was delicate.

Holding hands, they walked leisurely, through the peach forest, and walked into the distance.

Falling flowers are independent, and the Swift is flying.

Lu Qingyuan froze in place, watching Shen Mengzhuang drift away from the young him, he felt pain in his throat.All his strength was drained, his legs were weak, and he suddenly knelt on the ground.

Tears gushed out of the eyes like broken beads and dripped on the peach blossoms on the ground.

Small sobs stuck in his throat, Lu Qingyuan bit his lips tightly, his shoulders trembled slightly.He looked at the blurred and gradually disappearing two people, and suddenly covered his face and cried bitterly.

All sanity and demeanor were gone, he was embarrassed and decadent.He was a vexatious child, lying on the ground and crying loudly.

When he saw the two people who depended on each other tenderly, all of his stubbornness was broken suddenly.

The entanglements of these years are not important anymore.

He thought that the love between him and Shen Mengzhuang would become deeper and deeper in the eternal entanglement.

He thought that as long as he had enough power, he could have everything he wanted.

He is a devil, he is unscrupulous, he does whatever he wants.

However, he was wrong, and today, he finally knew that he was completely wrong.

The happiest time of his life was on An Xu Peak.

He is not anyone, just Xiao Jiu, just Shen Mengzhuang's Xiao Jiu.

All the resentment, obsession, regret, and twisted love, at this moment, are all unimportant, and all are gone.He just likes Shen Mengzhuang.

Simply like.

Hopeless love.

When a person dies, ashes return to ashes, and ashes return to ashes.The one who stays is the most painful, and he will live with this memory.

There is a long road to the end of the world, and the old people do not exist, and the loess is buried deep.

Back from Tianya'an, Lu Qingyuan completely lost his soul and acted like a walking corpse.The four great emperor tools have been collected, and he and the three-headed Qiying rushed to Dongting Zeze, trying to open the barren gods.

Just when Teigu was activated, a burst of purple air suddenly swept over.Lu Qingyuan dodged sideways, and said angrily: "I spared your life, is this how you repay me?"

The golden phoenix blew up to the sky, and Leng Shanlan floated down to the top of the mountain, looked directly at Lu Qingyuan opposite, and said in a deep voice: "After today, there will be no demon king."

"joke."

Lu Qingyuan stood with his hands behind his back, and raised the corner of his mouth, evoking a contemptuous smile.

"It's up to you? This seat tells you three tricks, and you can't do anything to this seat."

"is it?"

A delicate voice suddenly came from the sky, like a white cat meowing.

"And me?"

The black shadows at the foot of the mountain were mighty, and Chang Xie led the skeleton army to kill from all directions.Xuan Jinyan lay down on the soft bed, fell to Leng Shanlan's side, stroked the white cat in his arms, looked at Lu Qingyuan and said with a smile: "In today's battle, the loser will not survive."

"whispering sound."

Facing Leng Shanlan, Lu Qingyuan seemed to be patient and interested.However, as soon as he saw the declaration, that little bit of patience instantly turned into endless disdain and disgust.

"I don't mind sending one more on the road."

"Who lives and who dies, don't talk too early."

As soon as the words fell, Xuan Jin spoke confidently.I saw the skeleton army surrounded the entire mountain and approached Lu Qingyuan, and the three Qiying and the magic army fought against the skeleton army.

Jinfeng Yufei, Leng Shanlan and Lu Qingyuan confront each other again.The heart was burning with anger, the blood was sly and evil, and it exploded repeatedly, destroying several mountains.

The fighting is endless, and the battle is stalemate.In an instant, hundreds of rounds had been fought, and the mental and physical strength of the two were pushed to the limit.The ground is destroyed and stones fly, a cloud of smoke and dust.

Misfortune sword is ruthless, Leng Shanlan uses tricks to counteract, and it is difficult to tell who is right.

Lu Qingyuan lifted Yuan's luck, and the sword energy hit Leng Shanlan's chest directly, blood splashed into the sky immediately.Leng Shanlan flew back and distanced himself from Lu Qingyuan.

The golden light chilled from all sides, surrounding Lu Qingyuan in a circle of light.Lu Qingyuan resisted with his sword, and suddenly glanced at Teigu at the side, changed the posture of the sword, made a feint, and escaped from the circle of light.

The shadow of the sword picks up the wind, and the sword of misfortune whirls around Teigu.Lu Qingyuan urged the death mark, and saw a red light penetrating into Teigu like a vine.The black mist is thick, and the sky is shining brightly.The cold wind pierced the bones, and the killing atmosphere swept over everyone.

As soon as Leng Shanlan landed on the ground, he heard Xuan Jinyan yell: "Not good!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw the Misfortune Sword and the Teigu hanging in the air, forming a magic formation, and the magic energy shook the sky and the earth, and the wind and clouds surged.

The fierce battle continued, and suddenly the sky was full of blood.The scarlet blood is like thousands of arrows, threatening to kill.All creatures contaminated by the blood rain instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated.

The skeleton army at the foot of the mountain struggled with open teeth and claws, and bursts of blue smoke were like steam rising from boiling white water.

Jinfeng opened the barrier to protect Leng Xuan and the two, but saw that the misfortune sword split into thousands of sword qi, approaching the barrier of light.During the impact of the huge force, the enchantment was unstoppable, and several small cracks were split.

The sword qi killed fiercely, and the barrier suddenly broke.Teigu followed closely, and the powerful force of ruining broke out, knocking them back, and their internal force rushed back, and immediately vomited vermilion and died.

Leng Xuan and the two fell into a pool of blood, clutching their chests and dying.

Lu Qingyuan stood with his hands behind his back, and landed in front of the two of them, looking up at the defeated subordinate who was dying at his feet.The red pupils gleamed with the bloody light of victory, and the eyebrows and eyes were covered with the arrogance that the winner is king.

Looking down at the two of them, he said domineeringly: "I will send you on your way."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Qingyuan raised his hand and was about to activate the sword of misfortune.

Xuan Jinyan, who collapsed on the ground, frowned tightly, his face was pale, and he couldn't see any expression clearly with his head down.Suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, showing a sinister sneer, and said contemptuously: "Really?"

Xuan Jinyan slowly raised his head, his eyes did not show the slightest trembling and terror of imminent death, but were filled with joy and joy, to be precise, it was a kind of joy of revenge.

He raised his head, met Lu Qingyuan's gaze, and said with a sneer, "The Demon Lord..."

"Good journey."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden explosion.Lu Qingyuan clutched his neck and backed away again and again, blood spattered the sky and spit out vermilion, and the death marks spread all over his body, like a snake strangling Lu Qingyuan's body, all blood vessels exploded from inside and outside.

Lu Qingyuan was covered in blood. There seemed to be tens of thousands of holes on his body. Blood was constantly oozing out. The blood from the hem of his clothes wet the soil under his feet.

The pride on his face instantly turned into astonishment. Lu Qingyuan wanted to activate the Sword of Misfortune, but the magic circle broke.Teigu fell to the ground, and the sword of misfortune stuck in. On the ground, he didn't move, just like a broken halberd on a battlefield.

"what happened--"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Qingyuan spit out a big mouthful of blood, and the blood all over his body kept gushing out of his body. From his fingertips, from the corners of his mouth, and from his neck, it seemed that countless holes had been punctured all over his body, and the blood flowed continuously .

"Lu Qingyuan."

Xuan Jinyan got up and patted the dirt on his body, then walked back leisurely.

"After today, there will be no Demon Lord left, so you should hurry to find your Senior Brother Shen and make a pair of mandarin ducks in Huangquan."

The voice fell, and the killing move started.

As soon as Leng Shanlan raised Yuan's luck, he slapped his palm in shock, and it pierced directly into Lu Qingyuan's chest.The whole person was instantly shaken hundreds of meters away, hit a tree trunk, and fell heavily to the ground, blood spattering in the air.

Lu Qingyuan's tendons were severed, his black cloak was soaked in blood, and he fell into a pool of blood.He struggled to get up, but his hands were weak, and his fingers were made of clay. When he tried to support himself up, all five fingers were broken and bloody.

Before he got up, he slapped again.Lu Qingyuan was shaken hundreds of meters away again, and fell hard to the ground.All the bones in his body were broken and shattered into powder.

He is going to die.

he thought.

He can't stay here.

Lu Qingyuan held his last breath, he could no longer use the power of the death mark to summon the black mist.The three Qiying froze in place, as if they had lost their souls, their eyes glazed over.The blood bats rushed over desperately, and countless blood bats grabbed Lu Qingyuan and flapped their wings vigorously, trying to fight for a chance of survival.

Lu Qingyuan's breathing was like a candle in the wind, like foam on the water, disappearing bit by bit.The blood bat kept flapping its wings and flew back to the demon world, while chattering anxiously at Lu Qingyuan.

He didn't return to Yongye Tiangong, but the blood bat sent him back to Que Palace.

He asked the blood bat to put him down, but the familiar road was extremely long at the moment.He dragged his bloody body, step by step, towards the sleeping hall with difficulty.

There was blood on the ground behind him, as if all the blood had been drained.

Lu Qingyuan stumbled, his blood was all over the ground, walls, doors and windows.

He can't die on the road.

Holding his last breath, he pushed open the door of the bedroom.

Everything in the hall remains the same.

The inkstone on the desk has dried up, and the landscape and peach forest that he and Shen Mengzhuang painted together are still hanging on the bookcase.

The clothes on the top of the bag are still plain and tidy.

The guqin in the side hall still has no strings.

Wrong, everything is wrong.Time stops from this moment, and memories are torn apart at this moment.

The past tenderness, tormenting each other, all the remorse, love and hatred, suddenly became empty and meaningless.

When the death is approaching, there is only blood gushing out mercilessly when they are dying.

Lu Qingyuan opened the wooden door, and the peach blossoms came blowing in the wind.

He stumbled towards the peach forest, and the peach blossoms in front of his eyes were like a wave of pink flowers.

The breeze shuttles, and the peach petals are flying in the air.A little crimson, clusters of branches.

Lu Qingyuan grabbed the tree trunk, the blood dripped on the ground, converging into a trickle, the blood from his fingertips slowly flowed along the tree trunk, joining the blood flow on the ground.

Peach blossoms fell from the treetops to my shoulders and landed on my hair.He looked at the red eyes, exhausted the last bit of strength, and stretched out his hand to catch the flower that was gone with the wind.

However, the blossoming peach blossoms kissed his fingertips, floated from the fingers, and fell into mud.

He is like a stubborn child, persistently trying to catch the falling flowers, but he can't catch any of them.

His eyes were filled with tears, and the tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, melting a trail of tears on his blood-stained face.

He laughed suddenly, more tears fell from his eyes, blurring his vision.

All the blood was drained, he couldn't hold on anymore, he knelt heavily on the ground, his outstretched hands were empty, not a single peach blossom was willing to stay.

He looked at the sword mound in front of him, and murmured softly, seemingly filled with endless affection and regret.

However, at the moment it no longer makes sense.

He smiled, his eyes closed slowly, and the last tear welled up in his eyes.

He slowly tightened his fingers, and his arms dropped heavily.

The thin lips parted slightly, and the voice was scattered in the wind.

他 说:

"Brother."

"The flowers have fallen..."