Waiting for your return

From a distance, he could see the barrier of red light on the top of the mountain, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Without any hesitation, Qing Cang flew towards the top of the mountain. With enough strength in both palms, he launched a fierce attack on the barrier.

At this time, Ling Yu was sitting cross-legged on the couch, adjusting his breath, when he suddenly sensed that the enchantment was shaken by a huge force, his expression changed, and he moved under the eaves of the bamboo building in an instant.

A picture appeared in front of his eyes, it was the picture of Qing Cang trying his best to open the barrier, Ling Yu looked up at Qing Cang in the picture blankly, his eyes were stained with sadness, and his hand unconsciously touched own face.

Ling Yu stared blankly for a long time, and then suddenly came back to his senses, a look of panic appeared on his face, which had never appeared on Ling Yu's face before, revealing the fear and fear in his heart.

No, I can't let him see me like this.

There was only this voice left in Ling Yu's heart.

Ling Yucang was in a panic for a long time before he thought of mending the barrier. He hurriedly made up a formula and quickly repaired the barrier that Qing Cang had broken through. A strange and powerful force resisted him, and he couldn't help but increase the strength in his hand, and the two competed across the barrier.

In the end, Qingcang won.

When the barrier completely disappeared between the two of them, Qing Cang stood high on the top of the mountain, and he only had time to see the red and coquettish figure under the bamboo building quickly disappearing in the forest.

Qing Cang's eyes followed the figure closely, and a dangerous and cold light flashed in his sharp eyes like a cheetah.Suddenly, he raised his hand, transformed into a ball of light in his palm, and hit the figure straight.

When the barrier was broken, Ling Yu quickly retreated to the depths of Guilin, but he still couldn't escape Qing Cang's eyes.

The ball of light quickly caught up with Ling Yu, enveloping his entire body, making Ling Yu unable to move at all.

When the light caught up with the man in red, Qing Cang bent down and reached the top of the man's head. He spread his five fingers to form an eagle claw, and sucked the man under his palm. Seeing that domineering power, it drifted into Qing Cang's palm like a weed in the water.

Qing Cang was full of hostility at this time, and when the man in red came under his palm, he slammed his palm fiercely at the man's chest, and the fierce wind blew away the man's messy hair on his face, The man's true colors were revealed.

Qing Cang was shocked, and quickly withdrew that force. Suddenly, the force returned to his body, and a bright red bloodshot overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Although Qing Cang withdrew his strength, Ling Yu's internal organs were still injured, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale instantly.

Seeing the man spat out a mouthful of blood, Qing Cang hurriedly put his arms around the man's waist, and the two of them fell to the ground slowly.

When he reached the ground, Ling Yu couldn't stand at all, he fell down limply, Qing Cang hugged his shoulders, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

Qing Cang still can't believe that the person in front of him could be Ling Yu.

Who is Ling Yu?He is a disciple of Kunlun Xu, and one of the most proud disciples of the God of War, Mo Yuan. He has always been lonely and cold, and keeps himself clean. How could he become what he is now?

Ling Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help coughing a few times, blood gushed out of his mouth continuously.Qing Cang hurriedly wiped him gently with his hands, his eyes were full of self-blame and pity.

Ling Yu raised his eyes to look at Qing Cang, showing a smile, and with the unfolded eyebrows, the red mark on his forehead became more and more alluring.

"Am I ugly?" Ling Yu's voice was very soft, seemingly weak.

"You're not ugly, you're still the same as I saw you back then." Qing Cang unconsciously shed a tear in his eyes.

Ling Yu smiled lightly.

"You lied to me! That day, in Daziming Palace, you followed that person without even looking at me."

Although Qing Cang couldn't understand what he was talking about, he didn't want to argue. He tightened his arms around Ling Yu's shoulders, lowered his head, touched Ling Yu's forehead with his forehead, and whispered in his ear: " Who is there? You, Ling Yu, are the only one I, Qing Cang, has loved from the beginning to the end."

A satisfied smile appeared on Ling Yu's face, but his eyes gradually became wet.

"But look, I'm not who I used to be."

Ling Yu's eyes were filled with water mist, and his voice was deep and mournful.

This kind of look made Qing Cang feel flustered and frightened, he couldn't help but increase his strength in holding Ling Yu's hand, fearing that he would disappear in the blink of an eye.

"No matter what you become, whether you are a god or a demon, you are still Ling Yu, the Ling Yu I have always loved."

"You used to never let me leave Zhaoyao Mountain, and I never wanted to leave, because I want to be with you and never be separated, Ling Yu, let's be good, shall we?"

At this moment, Qing Cang was really scared, he let go of the resentment in his heart, let go of his dignity, he cried and begged, he just wanted to save the lover in his arms.

Ling Yu's tears flowed down his face uncontrollably, he turned his head slightly, leaned close to Qing Cang's ear, and said softly: "Qing Cang, I love you too!"

At this time, the mark between Ling Yu's forehead turned into a red light, which slowly dissipated in the air.

When Qing Cang heard Ling Yu's words, his body trembled, and he turned his head to look at Ling Yu excitedly.

It has been 10 years, this is the first time, Ling Yu clearly whispered this sentence in his ear, how could he not be shocked?

Qing Cang lowered his head and kissed Ling Yu's lips without hesitation. Ling Yu was a little overwhelmed by this sudden and strong action, but soon he got used to it and cooperated with the kiss.

Guilin is still prosperous and filled with cinnamon.

Ten miles of spring is not as beautiful as yours!

The author has something to say: It's over, thank you for being with me all the time, and for never leaving me, thank you!goodbye!