Yang Jian, is this yours?

When the army came to the palace, King Zhou stood on the high deer platform and looked at the screaming maids and servants with a sneer on his face. He walked up to the altar step by step, and Shen Gongbao was not far away. Follow closely behind him.

"In this lonely life, you need the wind to get the wind, and the rain to get the rain. The only thing you can't let go of," King Zhou flicked his long sleeves: "God wants business to die, and people want to die alone, but they rob me of business by wearing gold, silk, jewels and jade. Soup Dynasty!"

"I am ashamed of my ancestors. Today, I have to die to protect the only face of my Shangtang family. However, I have no face to see my ancestors. I can only cover my face with my hair and ask my ancestors for forgiveness."

King Zhou took a jug of wine and spilled it all on the ground. He reached out and shook off his crown. The crown hit the jade steps with a crisp sound.

King Zhou with disheveled hair picked up the long sword beside him and looked at it for a long time. Shen Gongbao's body lying on the ground trembled slightly.

"Your Majesty..." He begged, "No."

King Zhou looked at him from top to bottom, but smiled: "Aiqing, why are you doing this?"

"I... I beg Your Majesty to stay. One day, this world will still belong to Your Majesty."

King Zhou shook his head, and looked at Shen Gongbao with some pity: "Aiqing, don't you understand, this is Shang Tang that God wants to kill me."

Humans, how can they fight against the sky?

King Zhou touched his sword, then looked at the bright red sky, Ji Fa's army had arrived under the deer platform, he suddenly smiled, his expression was a little crazy: "God! God! My Emperor Xin will never regret it in this life! If you have the ability, let me, Di Xin, never be a human again!"

"Your Majesty!" Shen Gongbao glanced at King Zhou with sadness in his eyes.

King Zhou had already seen someone climb up the deer platform, he snorted, put the knife on his neck without hesitation and swiped it cleanly.

Bright red blood immediately gushed out and dyed the blade and his neck red.

"His Majesty!"

Shen Gongbao scrambled over and hugged King Zhou in his arms. King Zhou smiled at Shen Gongbao with the last of his strength, and then his eyes stared straight at the sky and the birds passing by occasionally, showing a trace of nostalgia, but it was very sad. I'm almost out of spirits.

"Your Majesty." Shen Gongbao stretched out his hand sadly to help King Zhou close his eyes. His hands were also stained with blood. He closed and opened his eyes again, but his face became as expressionless as before, and he hugged King Zhou. Sitting in the middle of the deer platform, this was the first time he hugged King Zhou openly, but it was also the last time.

Qingxi and Yang Jian were the first to go to Lutai to see this scene.

"You won." Shen Gongbao helped King Zhou tidy up his messy hair, and finally covered his face with a brocade handkerchief. Shen Gongbao spoke calmly, but his eyes turned green. The person he likes took his life."

"Everyone betrayed him," he said carefully, putting his face on King Zhou's cheek, "but it's okay, I'm still here, and I will never betray him."

"I will always be with him."

"None of you are going to separate us."

He looked over suddenly, his eyes glowed with green light, two black panthers jumped out from nowhere and attacked Qing Xi and Yang Jian.

Qingxi and Yang Jian dodged the black panther's attack from left to right, and at this moment, seeing that a raging flame was burning around Shen Gongbao, enveloping the two of them, Qingxi wanted to do something, and Yang Jian had already reached out to stop him Said: "This flame can burn people, gather and scatter the gods, so don't get close."

As the flame became more and more vigorous, the two black panthers also roared into the sky and disappeared into the invisible. The flame gradually became smaller, and a light golden fragment suddenly rose from it. Qingxi couldn't help but stretched out his hand to let The fragments slowly fell on his palm.

It was a fragment of the book of fantasies, but Qingxi didn't know what use it would be now.

"what is this?"

Yang Jian asked.

Qingxi wanted to confess everything, but felt that now was not a good time, afraid that Yang Jian would be unhappy if he heard that he had concealed things from him, and planned to talk about other things, but Yang Jian directly held Qingxi's chin and looked at him.

Qingxi carefully moved her eyes away, and Yang Jian pinched her cheek again.

"I... I'll tell you when I get back."

Only then did Yang Jian show a satisfied expression and said, "Okay."

The imperial palace was occupied very quickly, and few people resisted. They accepted the change of dynasty in this way, and some even rejoiced at the death of King Zhou. Qingxi couldn't help feeling a little emotional when he thought of the appearance of King Zhou when he died.

When King Wu sat on the top of the main hall and announced the demise of Shang Tang, everyone was jubilant. The big bell in the palace was rang, and the horn was louder than the loud one. At night, everyone sang and danced and cheered. The palace was illuminated by torches like By day, this is the demise of one country and the beginning of the rise of another.

Qing Xi leaned on Yang Jian, the two of them sat on the roof and quietly watched the carnival of the people below, Nezha stole wine and got drunk, and was picked up by Mu Zha, who was also wobbly, and strung onto a flagpole. Holding several soldiers to fly in the sky in turn, Long Xuhu sneezed and spit out the face of Tu Xingsun in front of him, everyone was very happy.

"It's over."

Qingxi sighed, finally there will be no need to fight anymore.

"It's all over." Yang Jian looked down at him gently until Qingxi's head hit his arm little by little.

Fell asleep.

Yang Jian gently picked up Qingxi and took him to a place where he could rest temporarily. Looking at his sleeping lover, he thought of the day Qingxi left.

That day when he went to Kunlun to look for Qingxi, he had forced information from Su Daji. He even used Su Bai's life as a bargaining chip in the deal.

In the end, Daji had no choice but to tell him who took Qingxi away.

"Give up, you can't save him." Daji kindly persuaded.

"You don't need to worry about it." Yang Jian's attitude was extremely cold. He came to Kunlun almost non-stop, only to find that Taoist Ran Deng was already waiting for him there.

"I knew you would come."

Daoist Ran Deng sat on the white deer, still looking like a fairy: "But you can't bring him back."

"I beg Uncle Lantern to let Yang Jian go."

"You are going to die." Ran Deng closed his eyes and said without looking at him, "You know who is going to send him away."

"I know." Ever since he knew Qingxi was sent to Kunlun Mountain by Daji, he knew who he was going to face.

"Aren't you afraid?" Ran Deng asked again.

"I am in awe of him, but I am not afraid." Yang Jian said, "No matter what, I will take Qingxi away."

Ran Deng looked at Yang Jian and said, "Then pass my test first."

Almost at the next moment, Ran Deng attacked Yang Jian, and the battle started. Although Yang Jian's force was strong, he was not as good as Ran Deng, who was well hidden. It was not until later that he was barely able to stand up with a trident all over his body covered in scars.

"Do you want to fight again?"

"want."

"Come on then."

Yang Jian fell heavily to the ground again.

"Do you still want to fight?"

"want."

Resolutely, Yang Jian answered without any hesitation.

"If you continue like this, you will die."

"The disciple has no regrets."

Ran Deng glanced at the top of Kunlun Mountain, finally sighed and said: "The time is coming, you go."

"Thank you, uncle!" Full of gratitude, Yang Jian saluted Ran Deng, and almost immediately rushed to the mountain. Relying on his intuition, he quickly found the place where Qingxi was being held. There are spells everywhere, and he can't even take half a step closer.

Yang Jian tried all the methods he could think of to break the spell, and even in the end he suspected that his trident would not be able to withstand too much force and break, but he failed in the end, he opened the cage , but happened to see the scene where Qingxi disappeared in the white light.

At that time, he searched like crazy, and even made a fuss with Yuanshi Tianzun. The high-ranking god let him go without even looking at him. I have to ask him to understand even if I die.

Yang Jian was imprisoned by Tianzun in the extremely deep cold pool at the foot of the Kunlun Mountains, enduring the erosion of the ice, day after day without end, and finally the master and his uncles and uncles worked together to ask him to be rescued, because the accumulation of cold on his body was too heavy , At that time, when he even touched things, they would freeze. He couldn't eat, drink, move, and his power was blocked. The whole person was like a puppet without a soul.

He didn't know how he survived those days, and after the excruciating pain, only numbness remained.

Fortunately, now that Qingxi is back, everything that he has experienced is not worth mentioning. Yang Jian smiled and kissed Qingxi's cheek.