wind blowing wind

His eyes became moist again, with unprecedented helplessness and sadness, he had no other choice, the more he loved, the more he couldn't say the word "love".

"Even if the person next to you is not me, I don't mind...as long as you are safe..." The hoarse voice was choked with sobs.

As soon as the voice fell, the figure of the banished immortal disappeared.Tuliu Weisheng was paralyzed on the ground, his gray eyes were blank...

Fuxian swims in the sea, is easy to be far away, born against the water, speaks with love, walks in the early sun, absurd and absurd, and the sound is not confusing.

Twelfth.

Thirteenth.

fourteenth.

"Yanchu, it's already been fifteen days." Wei Shengni's lips were a little chapped, and his face was even paler and weaker. He had exported [-]% of his true energy for fifteen consecutive days, and he became weaker and weaker.

black.

Endless darkness.

Song Yanchu wandered in the darkness in a daze, without a direction, and walked straight forward, Wei Shengni's weak whispers echoed in his ears, but he really couldn't find an exit from the darkness.

He kept searching, and his body didn't feel tired. He didn't know how many days had passed and how many miles he had traveled, when suddenly there was a "squeak" of the door opening in his ear.A slit of light suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and the slit of light became bigger and bigger. It was a door, and the flamboyant man in red outside the door gradually became clear...

"Tracking back..."

Song Yanchu's inaudible voice came indistinctly, and the tears from the corners of his eyes were even more turbulent.

"Yan Chu! How do you feel at the beginning of Yan?" Hearing the thin voice, Wei Shengni hugged Song Yanchu tightly, his eyes fixed on the man who seemed to be improving.

"I... I'm fine..." Song Yanchu said in a daze.

Wei Shengni only felt a soreness in his eyes, and then tears blurred his eyes uncontrollably.He quickly changed Song Yanchu's wet clothes and put them back on the bed. Just as he was about to put him down, he found that Song Yanchu was tightly grasping his skirt, and his whole body was shaking.

Wei Shengni looked at the weak person in his arms with a complicated heart, and coaxed softly: "Don't be afraid at the beginning of the story, everything will be fine."

Song Yanchu still didn't relax the hands that tightened Wei Shengni's skirt, but just nodded slightly.Feeling the dampness of the collar, Wei Shengni nervously raised Song Yanchu's head from his embrace, and saw Song Yanchu's frightened eyes as expected.

Wei Shengni raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears for Song Yanchu, and when Song Yanchu calmed down, he asked softly, "Is it true that Yanchu is not afraid?"

Song Yanchu shook his head weakly, showing no sign of regret, he twitched the corner of his mouth bitterly and said intermittently: "I know senior is very important to you... If he is really gone, you will definitely follow him Go... I'll save him, and I'll save you too..."

"Yan Chu really doesn't have to be like this..." Wei Shengni murmured dully, he really didn't expect Song Yanchu to do this for him.

"I think even if I'm not here, Senior Miao will take good care of Shuhui." Song Yanchu twitched his lips in relief.

Wei Shengni's hands froze, his gray eyes turned red, and he said sadly: "You are all like this, you think it's for my own good, but it's never what I want."

Song Yanchu was frightened by Wei Shengni's sad expression, he anxiously explained, "I'm sorry...that's not what I meant..."

"If you don't leave, I won't give up. Even if you leave, I won't give up." Wei Shengni whispered softly in Song Yanchu's ear, and he took out the sympathetic knot from his arms and said to Song Yanchu, "Destroying the world will never end." Change."

Song Yanchu breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to hold Wei Shengni's hand holding the concentric knot, he weakly raised the corner of his mouth, like a spring breeze passing by, the entanglement that had been fixed since the first meeting.

The spring breeze is full of lovesickness and sorrow, and the fleeting years on the other side are graying.The string fingers touched the tears of lightness, holding hands to see Yan Bofei.

【Road of Fire】

Fire swims in water, ice freezes in fire, does not melt in ice.

Sacrificial fire.

The blood drops from the sun will drop to the ground, and the wind will blow the flames to burn people.

Rumbling crater, everything melted before approaching, ashes flew into smoke, all shattered into traces, traces passed and disappeared, lost and disappeared into invisible.

However, if you look closely, the flames in the mouth of the fire are not as prosperous as the sun, but rather flat, it is really strange but also seems to be unusually vigorous.The flames kept stirring, almost gushing out of the entire crater.But after all, it was a boiling time, but it seemed to be suppressed by He.

The sound of Quan Bing swallowed even more, and the Yin flame turned greener.

The moon sets, the clouds are black and the sand is black, and the wind returns to the grass and trees.

The sky is gray and vast, as if it wants to swallow all the creatures in the world, leaving no one alive.However, in this seemingly silent world, suddenly a person stood on the crater, as calm as water.It seemed that the volcano and the soot could not disturb him at all.

His pupils, which were as dark as purple stones, burst out words that wanted to be hidden, and the blue top hat showed his tall and loose body, the neat and rigid gorgeous coat, the exquisite belt outlined a resolute posture, and the corner of his mouth was full of slack. With a faint smile.

Suddenly, he raised his sleeves, and a halo emerged, isolating all the soot from the outside, and a scroll suddenly appeared in the halo, slowly unfolding.

The person on the picture scroll sits on a dragon chair, wearing a dragon robe, on which dragons and phoenixes are painted, shining brightly, and there are thousands of barriers behind him, which is very majestic.There is a hint of arrogance and disdain between this person's eyebrows, and the slightly sharp eyebrows have a special charm, but the eyebrows and eyes are stretched out, and there is a smile in the corner of the mouth. Appreciate flowers in spring.It is not only like a portrait of an emperor, but also like a description of a lover.

This painting uses complex emotions and implies puns.

He smiled, and there seemed to be no light flashed in the purple eyes, like surprise, like hatred, like obsession, like reminiscence, everything is fleeting.

He continued to smile calmly, and with a slight wave of his hand, the scroll suddenly rolled up into a bundle. He took it and held it in his hand, as if he was weak.

Suddenly letting go, the scroll seemed to have lost all sustenance, and fell suddenly, the soft roll surface undulating like waves, facing the rustling soot, making the sound of snow falling, sad but beautiful.

It indicates the loss of something.

Painting melts into smoke.

His smile is still there, looking at the funeral of the picture scroll intensified in the hot flames.Those eyes seemed to watch the sweetheart gradually fall asleep and fall asleep.

new burial.

——Three Volumes·End——

【four volumes】

The third volume is finally over~~ As a preview, the fourth volume begins to walk the Jiangnan map. The two male protagonists work together to decipher the true identity of the big boss Liuting. The emperor tours the south, assassinations continue, and several new characters are unlocked.

The high-quality wooden door was closed tightly, and the garden was surrounded by green bamboos, which made it even more gloomy.

A man in red was shuttled between the black bamboos, and finally he stopped in front of the closed door. His handsome appearance was less evil and frivolous, and more than a year of experience made him gradually calm down.

"Is the medicine for sir?" Wei Shengni looked at the attendant who was carrying the soup.

"Going back to the landlord, it's a medicine for nourishing Qi and conditioning the husband."

"Give it to me, you can go down." Wei Shengni took the decoction.

"Little slave, leave."

The door was not closed, and with a slight push, Wei Shengni walked into the room full of agarwood with the decoction in his hand, step by step carefully.Pass through the front hall, step into the back room, and lift up the silk curtain to see the sleeping man on the bed.

He has seen a thousand kinds of amorous feelings of Mu Yin, angry, serious, leisurely, cruel, stubborn, and even more stunningly charming in the cloud and rain, but now Mu Yin is curled up on the bed weakly and tiredly, his closed eyes trembling slightly, The plain white robe could not cover the growing sorrow and loneliness, and the confidence in strategizing disappeared at this time.

"Master, get up and drink your medicine."

The low and affectionate warm voice made Mu Yin soothe the brows, Xu could not sleep well, and the slight call woke Mu Yin up, he opened his eyes to Shang Wei Sheng Ni's abyss-like gray eyes, Subconsciously look away.

"Come on, drink the medicine first." Wei Shengni said and wanted to move Yaoyin into his arms.

"I'll do it myself." Mu Yin pushed Wei Shengni away unnaturally, wanting to get the medicine by himself.

"How dare you be disobedient." Wei Shengni chuckled, and then grabbed Miuyin into his arms and hugged him.

"It's not a three-year-old child, I drink it myself." Mu Yin stubbornly wanted to take the medicine bowl.

"Okay, okay." Wei Shengni obeyed Fang Yaoyin, and put the medicine bowl in the opponent's hand.

When Muyin took it over, Weisheng kept his hands free and hugged the person in his arms comfortably, enjoying himself endlessly.

Miuyin was as motionless as a mountain, he drank the last sip of the soup, and calmly began to chase people away: "I'm fine, you can go out."

Wei Shengni didn't seem to hear Mu Yin's words. He took the wooden hairpin and tidied his messy hair with his own hands. Every day's thoughtfulness was making up for this year's departure. He couldn't imagine how Mu Yin was. Spend a year alone on an island.

And Mu Yin looked at Wei Shengni's gentle eyes motionlessly, like a luxurious dream, soon he came back to his senses, just as he was about to get off that person, his waist was imprisoned by a pair of powerful arms .

"Don't move, let me hug you." Wei Shengni hugged Miuyin tightly in his arms, his deep and affectionate words made Miuyin feel lost in thought that everything was back to life on the island. , but the other party still treats himself tenderly.

"Yanchu...is he awake?" Mu Yin asked unnaturally, he thought he could figure everything out, but he couldn't figure out that Song Yanchu would easily sacrifice his life to save himself, he knew, it wasn't because of others Yes, just because Song Yanchu really fell in love with Xiu Cheng.

This is what he wants, isn't it?

"He's fine, now Master doesn't have to worry, everything is fine." Weisheng kissed the hair of Miuyin and smiled.

"Aren't you going to accompany him?" Mu Yin pulled out an awkward smile and forced himself to speak.

Weisheng laughed out loud, he squeezed