Mr. Minggan

There are ripples in the Jiuyou Diquan, and the green lights hang high on the branches, dimly and greenly glowing.Zhiming wore a black robe and walked on the secluded path.

Cool and lonely, the trees in front of you are like stars and moons.

Dream orchid?

Zhi Ming stopped to speculate, could it be that before... I was dreaming?

Xinfang still hasn't woken up, Yang Ling is going to be enchanted, and I...still practicing in the underworld?

Then, Yang Ling and I...

Zhi Ming smiles wryly, it really is a dream.

Zhiming stared at the brilliance of the 'flower of death'.

"Take the dream orchid first to save Xinfang."

He pinched the formula, and the dream orchid slowly floated to his side.Zhi Ming spread out his palm, and it slowly lay down. The dream orchid without brilliance, its whole body is translucent, holy and pure.

Suddenly Zhiming felt a burst of intense pain, and suddenly there was a red long sword in his abdomen.Zhi Ming's body couldn't bear the intense burning sensation, so he fell down on the bone-soaked, icy Jiuyou ground.

I don't know how long it took, but a familiar voice lingered in my ears.

"sorry Sorry……"

Yang Ling?

Yang Ling!

Zhi Ming braced himself and opened his eyes.In the haze, Yun Yangling was already possessed, his eyes and lips were blood-colored, and his whole body was like a flame.Holding Zhiming in his arms, he murmured, "I'm sorry..."

Zhi Ming couldn't believe it, "You... want to kill me?"

On the elegant and cool-colored bed, Zhi Ming was covered in cold sweat.How... can you dream?

Fairies generally don't dream. If there is a dream in their sleep, it presents the past or future of the fairy.

Rubbing his left abdomen, Zhiming recalled the burning sensation back then, which gradually overlapped with the one just now.

"what……"

Zhi Ming was in so much pain that he couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

There was thin sweat on his forehead, "Back then, did you really want to kill me because of Meng Lanhua?"

Then...then why are you treating me like this now?

Zhiming's face was frosty, his heart was aching, he frowned tightly, resentfully brushed the table with all his might, the tea set shattered all over the floor...

"Zhi Ming!"

As soon as Emperor Fengdu entered the door, he saw Zhiming with half of his body leaning on the table, with an indifferent expression, trying his best to hold back his anger.

Zhi Ming seldom gets angry, and now his brows are stained with sullenness.Emperor Fengdu faintly felt that something had happened.

Emperor Fengdu asked, "What's the matter?" He apologized deeply to Zhiming, besides, Zhiming was outstanding, so naturally he would not treat him as harshly as he did to Meng Zhang.

Zhiming didn't answer.

"Is it because I haven't seen Yang Ling? I'll be one step ahead of him..."

Zhiming concealed his anger, and said gently to Emperor Fengdu: "No." He looked up at Emperor Fengdu, "I'm fine."

Emperor Fengdu knew that he didn't like to talk, and his temper was restrained, so he definitely couldn't ask any questions.Now that he has just recovered, it is not easy to ask.Nodding his head, he left the room.

Zhi Ming walked in front of the window, although the Nine Nether Underworld did not have the howling ghosts and wolves as imagined by the world, but the surroundings were still dark and filled with silence.

He closed his eyes and recited the incantation, suddenly a crane flew in from the window, with a flash of white light, it was already in the shape of a man.He lost the embarrassment he had in the past, and his gentlemanly style became more and more obvious.

He stood by the window, his eyelids drooping.

Zhi Ming turned around, looked at him and said, "Let's go find your third brother. It's been several lifetimes, but he still remembers you."

Fifteen raised his eyes, with gratitude and a little bit of worry in his eyes. Although he had concerns about Zhiming in his heart, freedom was not as important as that person.After a long time, he said, "Thank you, Divine Lord."

Turned into the body of a crane again, and flew out of Jiuyou...

It's just a stick of □□ husband, Zhiming finally waits for that person.

"Shishu." Yun Yangling entered the door, he said with a smile: "I saw Shiwu, he said you asked him to find his third brother."

Zhi Ming brushed off Yun Yangling's hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Yun Yangling asked puzzled.

Zhiming said indifferently: "I've thought about it for a long time. Even if I thought about you in the past and did tyrannical things, it was because of my unstable Dao heart. From now on...it won't happen." These few words are plain Strange, as if it was the simple tone he uttered when he was teaching.

Yun Yangling's smile froze suddenly, and after a while, he turned his head to make sure that he heard right or that he was in a nightmare.

He really wanted to ask why?But he naturally knew how stupid he looked to ask such a question.

"Gouchen Shanggong and Chidi forced you?"

"No, I'm a cultivator, and a cultivator should have a clear heart. I'm sorry for offending you."

Yun Yangling thought: I have seen what it means to be cold-hearted.Zhiming left him clean with every word and every word, and took all the responsibilities by himself. Yun Yangling didn't know whether he should be lucky or sad to meet such a caring friend.

He smiled wryly, his eyes sparkled, but he tried his best to keep smiling, hoping that he could hold back.

Zhi Ming blinked his eyelashes suddenly, and said slowly and lightly: "You go."

Yun Yangling stared at Zhiming's clear eyes, his eye sockets and lips were red, and he couldn't make any sound. It took a long time for him to utter a sound in his throat: "Okay." Yun Yangling raised his head casually, and suddenly turned around .

He closed his eyes, a drop of light streaked across the bridge of his nose, and landed on the desolate land of the underworld that nourished flowers but had no fruit.

Zhiming lowered his eyes, not looking at the lonely and desolate back, he showed the bright red scales on his sleeves.

Those words and sentences just now made him feel like a knife piercing his heart.

In a trance, he could only hold tightly to the blade-like scales, allowing it to cut through his fingers and decorate himself scarlet and terrifying.

His eyes were so dull that he couldn't see any emotion.

Why, why, I trust you so much, but you want to let me down...

The dragon scales were stained with the tears dripping from the top, as if they were about to be washed, small uneven pink water flowers bloomed non-stop.

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