[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

Chan looked at Ao Cunxin calmly, a rumbling sound came out of her throat, and then she vomited a big mouthful of blood. After a short gasp, she regained some energy.

"Sister-in-law..."

Ao Cunxin couldn't care less about Yang Chan's address, when she heard her calling her, she hastily held her cold, heatless hand, and pressed it to her cheek, making her face covered in blood.

"My second brother... the veil that my second brother wears next to his body... there are... three lines of poetry on it..."

"I know I know."

"Maybe it was...17 years ago...he wrote it when he was recuperating in the Yang Mansion...at that time...at that time he just came back from the ghost gate...he coughed up blood every day...probably thought he would not survive...hope...hope Can you stay by his side...you...don't blame him...okay..."

Ao Cunxin listened in a daze, not knowing how to respond, she just held Yang Chan's hand firmly, fearing that a little slack would be a lifetime of regret.

Why did Mei Chan say these things to her, as if she wanted to explain something to her, so that she didn't dare to answer the words, as if once she answered, Mei Chan would leave her forever.

"Sister-in-law..." Yang Chan closed her eyes, as if she could no longer support the weight of her eyelids, "Please... tell my second brother... Yang Chan's life... never... never hated him..."

Ao Cunxin was devoured by the overwhelming fear, her whole body trembled violently, the hand covering Yang Chan's wound was numb to the point of being unconscious, but she could still feel the fresh life and ruthless time passing through Yang Chan's frail body. It flowed through her body, passed through her fingers, and flowed away with the gradually cooling blood.

Yang Chan desperately opened her eyes, but her black pupils were not focused at all, "No... no... please tell him... I have always blamed him, I have always hated him...let him...let him forget My ignorant sister..."

The imaginary sound that is like a gossamer dissipates in the cold air, and dissipates in the snowflakes that melt on the ground, like the beautiful lingering sound of a bell, and even the life is exhausted.

"Sister Chan..."

Miss Chan...

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The boundless pain almost cracked his chest, his limbs seemed to be no longer his own, and even the movements of retracting his hands and feet to stand up were extremely stiff.

Ao Cunxin woke up from the light snow that was slowly falling, staring blankly at Bloody, who was covered in thin snow in front of her, not knowing where she was for a while.

Where's Miss Chan?

She turned around slowly, and under the gray sky, a tall figure stood in the weak backlight.

That figure, as if she had been looking forward to it for a thousand years, and had escaped for a thousand years.

The sound of armor rubbing against each other was heard by the open mountain wind, and he walked towards her step by step, as if walking from life to death, and from death to life.

The ground was covered with blood, and even she felt irrefutable.

"Yang Jian, I... I, I, I'm sorry for Miss Chan, I'm sorry for you..."

She vaguely heard herself stammering out such a nonsensical sentence.

The pool of blood behind her was even more glaring against the pale snow. The blood was already cold, and her blood-stained hands were only colder than the bloodstains all over the ground.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at the pair of eyes that once made her linger, she didn't dare to imagine what kind of barren emotions were in those beautiful eyes at the moment.

Suddenly, the thin shoulders and neck were firmly held by a pair of equally cold hands, his thumb was just above her collarbone, holding her blood flowing through the artery, and the noisy humming rushed to the top of her head, suffocating Panic fled in every nerve.

"You are a pawn, I will not kill you, but Ao Ling, I warn you, never appear in front of me again, never—"

Her amber-like eyes reflected his scarlet eyes, and also reflected the deep despair in the scarlet, but they were so dry that she couldn't shed a single tear.

I don't know if snowflakes fell into her eye sockets, her vision became white and white, and in the blink of an eye, the past and the past are all in front of her eyes.

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"The Jade Emperor has a decree that no one is allowed to attend the wedding between Yang Jian and the third princess of Xihai."

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"If you want to go back to the West Sea, Yang Jian will accompany you back to the West Sea. If you want to meet your parents, Yang Jian will accompany you to meet your parents. Within the Three Realms, you can go anywhere."

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"Do you know what is the condition for becoming a judicial god? It is to divorce you!"

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"Bold and heartless, how dare you disobey the destiny, deceive the imperial court, pass on my will, and push the three princesses of the West Sea out of the heavens immediately!"

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The east wind is evil and the love is thin.

Many years separated, my mind full of sorrow.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Before she really lost her breath, Yang Jian let go of her hand abruptly, pushing her back a few steps before she stabilized her figure.

The white light dissipated, and the familiar eyebrows and eyes came into sight again, it was like a floating dream, I don't know if it was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou.

Ao Cunxin stared at the pair of deep pools that made her nostalgic for thousands of years, grabbed the old plain yarn at her waist, and gently pulled the knot away.The white gauze stained with Yang Chan's blood fluttered in the winter wind in the morning, returning to the shore of the West Sea 2000 years ago in a trance.

Scenes of the past are crushing like mountains and seas, which is unbearable.

Love takes root too deep in the heart, and pain runs wild in the same place.

His eyebrows are painted black, his eyelashes are like feathers, it's always been him, but he can't see clearly through the flying snowflakes.

Dark vermilion's thin lips were opening and closing, but she couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

Forget it, forget it, it's better not to listen.

As the fingertips send true energy forward, the delicate gauze breaks along each texture, and when the wind blows slightly, it disperses into droplets all over the sky.

She stepped back step by step, stepping on the pool of blood on the ground, leaving a string of dark red footprints on the thin snow.

A human life lies between them, can they go back?

I'm afraid that the mountains will be separated tomorrow, and the world will be boundless from now on.

Yang Jian watched her back disappear into the white snow all over the mountains and plains, staggered half a step with his stiff body, struck the ground with a long halberd, and opened his mouth to spit out a big mouthful of blood.

The sound of piercing the air was fierce, Yang Jian tried to avoid it, but he was too late, a cold arrow shot straight through the snow, pierced the armor, and shot through his right shoulder blade from behind.

The piercing pain immediately made him fall into an ice cellar, and before he had time to turn around to defend himself, his whole body slowly fell down.

On the hill in the distance, the black robe looked at Feng Yunyao beside him in shock and anger, not understanding why she pushed away his sharp arrow aimed at the back of the heart at the last moment.

The armor was hard and supported his arched body. After only a moment and a half, he stood up again holding the halberd, grabbed the arrow in front of him and snapped it off forcefully, stretched his hand behind him, and pulled the broken arrow out of his body. out.

Warm blood ran under Sen Han's armor, flowed along the right arm to the upside-down halberd, and then dripped to the ground along the tip of the halberd, blooming a road of red plums in the snow.

The mana flowed, the silver armor healed as before, and the blood on the hands also condensed into ice, scattered into vermilion water smoke.

——As if time was going backwards, violently backwards.

The speech that was as dumb as ashes that she didn't hear at that time was - you are right, Ao Ling is Ao Ling, not Cun Xin.

A group of soldiers who finally rushed over saw Yang Jian's face was as white as paper, and their hearts were half cold. They only listened to him and said, "Go look, bring more people over, and look for them separately. I'll go this way, you go there, Be sure to find the Three Virgins."

When the sky turned pale, Xiao Tianquan finally saw Yang Jian coming down the mountain safely, and hurried up to greet him.

One hundred thousand troops lined up above the clouds, waiting for the order of the coach to return to heaven.

Roaring Sky Dog looked behind Yang Jian, and saw neither Yang Chan nor Ao Cunxin, his heart sank suddenly, "Three Holy Mother..."

"What happened to the Three Virgins?"

Shocked by Yang Jian's sudden change of expression, Xiao Tianquan lowered his head. He was lucky at first, but when he asked this question, Xiao Tianquan shuddered as if cold water had been poured on him.He knew Yang Jian's temperament too well, no matter how dull he was, he could still hear the abnormality, recalling what he saw at that time, he was in a cold sweat again.

"Then... the third princess..."

"What does it have to do with the three princesses? Tell the boss to come here and follow me to return to heaven. The rest of the brothers, sneak into Qishan and continue to search for the trace of the three saints."

Guo Laoliu came over and cupped his hands and said, "Second Master, this trip to heaven will take at least three or four months, and on the Huashan side..."

"What's wrong with Huashan?" Yang Jian stared at Guo Laoliu, as if if he said a wrong word, he would be severely punished.

When Yang Jian and Boss Kang led the troops back to the sky, the sky should have been bright, but because of the dark clouds and snow, it seemed that the dawn had not yet dawned.

The snowflakes fell, and the remaining Meishan brothers were depressed and speechless.

Yao Laosi was worried, "If Your Majesty intervenes, I only hope that the Second Master will handle it properly as before, and don't let those ambitious immortal officials see it as a joke."

Zhang Er Er wiped away his tears and said: "Hey, the brothers who followed the second master to search the mountain secretly said that they didn't even find the body, so why do those old people do anything? What kind of shit is this? A virtuous person like San Shengmu A product, but it also ended up being destroyed in body and spirit!"

Guo Laoliu shook his head and sighed, "Things are impermanent, we have only been reunited with our flesh and blood for a few years, and this happened, and it died at the hands of my sister-in-law..."

"Fart your mother! You can't talk nonsense!" Yao Laosi kept shouting.

Guo Laoliu said: "Fourth brother, do you want to go to Huashan for the second master?"

"Because of love and propriety, of course our brothers have to make a trip, but... when we meet that child Chen Xiang and Mr. Liu, how can we speak..."

Heaven and earth share sorrow

The mortal time flies by in a blink of an eye, and it is Fangfei April in a blink of an eye.

There has been no battle between gods and demons for half a year, and ordinary people seem to be able to feel the peace in it. Going to Wing Chun, the years are peaceful.At the same time, there was an uproar in the Taoist department of the Xian family. Rumors filled the sky, and the core of the topic revolved around the three people Yang Jian, Yang Chan, and Ao Cunxin, especially Xihai, who was supposed to be banned.