Brother, do you know me?

The ears and temples are rubbed together, the world of mortals is soft pillow, the tent is dim, listening to the rain and watching the wind, lingering and sending silk.

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The moon is dark and the wind is high and the murderous night is high, when jackdaws and devils cry in ancient temples.

The young man stood on the roof in spring green, and the cold wind blew up the hem of his clothes.The moonlight spreads white light, as if coating the earth with a layer of silver. Yuqingzhen King glanced around coldly, his eyes were ruthless, and his appearance was peerless, but cold and scary.

The sound of the flute lingered in the night, adding a bit of sadness for no reason, the wind suddenly picked up beside him, and the moonlight swept away, revealing a stalwart figure.The young man glanced back at him, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be teasing or parting sorrow.

"Are you willing to leave?"

The Emperor of Heaven is indifferent, the corners of his mouth are sharp and sharp, but the tenderness in his eyes has not disappeared completely, and the tenderness in his heart is intoxicating, taking advantage of the moonlight, it makes people's hearts throb for no reason.

"Yuqing, I beg you one thing."

The Emperor of Heaven spoke suddenly, his cold voice was a bit dry, but the force in his words made Yuqing panic.He looked back with a bit of astonishment, opened his lips in disbelief, repeated several times and finally couldn't bear it, he grabbed the Emperor with trembling hands, but he couldn't calm down anymore.

"Wu Tu, where did the word 'beg' come from between you and me?"

——The lofty emperor of the heaven realm, cold and luxurious, has always been arrogant and domineering, and never lowered his head half a bit.Such an imposing god that surpassed the Three Realms even if his soul orbs were broken did not shake him a bit, but even today, he had to lower his eyes and beg for help.

Yuqing's complexion changed, something seemed to be foreshadowed in her mind, but she couldn't believe it.

——Impossible, Wu Tu is powerful, even if his soul orb is broken, even if his body is damaged, he is still an invincible emperor of heaven.

The Heavenly Emperor's brows and eyes were cold, like a sword drawn from its sheath, extremely sharp.Yuqing looked at it, and impatiently grabbed the corner of his clothes. The Emperor of Heaven followed the trend and saw the unconcealable anxiety in his friend's eyes.

"There is a contingency in everything, Yuqing, you were born with the appearance of an emperor, and you are decisive in killing and attacking. You shouldn't be so affectionate." The Heavenly Emperor stroked the boy's head, his eyebrows and eyes remained the same, but there was a bit of warmth in it, People unconsciously let go of their defenses.

"I'm just a mere son, and I can't be an emperor." Yuqing smiled wryly, and hugged the Emperor tightly, with a little dodge in his deep eyes, "Don't beg me, the one who can protect him most in this world is you none other than."

"Live well, Wu Tu, you promised me."

The cold wind is bleak, and it hurts people's bones.

The Emperor of Heaven pursed his lips and remained silent until Yuqing's eyes dimmed, and then he opened his lips in response.

"it is good."

As a result, the young man's brows and eyes stretched out, and his heart was still flustered, but there was always such a little reassuring power in his words.This trip is dangerous, Emperor Yan has evil thoughts, and he comes with the army of demons, the cracks in the three worlds appear, Podika is at the end of his crossbow, all kinds of dangers, it is difficult to describe in words.

But they had to resist.

"Wu Tu, let's go."

Yuqing jumped up, the chaotic air in his chest suddenly exploded and covered the field of vision, and the mist filled the air, instantly enveloping the Prison Emperor lying on the bed. He couldn't open his eyes.

Yuqing felt a pain in her heart, her eyes were slightly staggered, she didn't know what she was running away from, the Heavenly Emperor stood quietly, watching him send the two of them to the barrier, her heart was sore, but she didn't know what to say.

"Yuqing, what can't you let go of?"

Coming and going like the wind, only the moonlight remained on the empty tiles, the emperor of heaven did not say the words of parting, but asked a question lightly.Hearing the sound, Yuqing looked back, her expression was slightly different, the corners of her lips were about to open, but in the end she was still just smiling, her delicate face reflected the bright moonlight, so white that it was crystal clear, as if there had never been a physical existence.

So the Emperor of Heaven closed his eyes, and the coldness when he opened them seemed to hurt others. He galloped all the way and disappeared in the endless moonlight in an instant.

It was empty words and disappeared, and the clock went upstairs on the moon.

The dream is far away from crying hard to call, the book is urged to become Mo Wei thick.

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The flowers on the other side are flamboyant and dancing, blooming overwhelmingly on the road to Huangquan, and the prison emperor is walking beside the weak water, his expression is silent, and he can't see the slightest emotion.Yincha walked away with the soul, and seeing the flaming red from a distance, they all bent down/bodied respectfully to salute, the children in the corpse world saw it, and ran out curiously, they pushed each other, each on tiptoe , twitter is so lively.It wasn't until Black and White Wuchang came out to catch people that the little ghosts ran away in a swarm, laughing and cursing into a ball, which made people very happy.

The Prison Emperor stood quietly without moving.

There was a burst of footsteps behind him, and the Prison Emperor didn't turn his head, still looking deserted, and the alienation of rejecting people thousands of miles away made people afraid to approach.Zhang Chi endured behind for a long time, but finally couldn't restrain the restlessness in his heart. He opened his lips and called softly, with a low and hoarse voice, which was very similar to someone.

"Prison Emperor..."

"You're not An Su." The Prison Emperor said suddenly, but his toneless words gave Zhang Chi a heavy blow.

Zhang Chi immediately turned pale, his pupils were wide open, his hands were clenched tightly, as if a red-hot iron block had been placed in his throat, it was so hot that it made people crazy.

"Prison Emperor... you are talking about the Ghost Palace? You are joking, how can I be lucky enough to climb the scenery of the Ghost Palace? I..."

"Although you have the aura of the Emperor of Heaven on your body, it does not belong to me Ansu." The Prison Emperor folded a Bianhua flower, watched it sway a few times, and then turned into gray, floating in the weak water mixed with Yinglan's obsession, and finally slowly returned. fade away.From the beginning to the end, the expression on his face didn't change a bit, perhaps the forbearance in his eyes was hidden too deeply, making people unable to see through the pain in it.

Zhang Chi's face was pale, and he stood stiffly at the back. He tightly gathered the hem of his clothes, not knowing what would happen to meet him.

—It turns out that he already knew everything.

The Prison Emperor looked back, and walked over leisurely with a yellow spring flower. Zhang Chi looked at him stupidly, feeling the breath of death, but inexplicably felt a little peace of mind beside this person.

"It's not your fault, I forced it."

The Prison Emperor leaned down/body and gently rubbed Zhang Chi's forehead hair. His brows were gentle, as if he had returned to the world in a flash. Zhang Chi stared blankly, his eyes suddenly sore. At the meeting, this person smiled so happily, and I still remember that this person was carrying the Emperor of Heaven all the way. It was clearly a scene not long ago, but at this moment, it was so far away that it made people feel at a loss.

Zhang Chi looked at the prison emperor's back, and his heart tightened, as if his heart had been hit by something, but he couldn't resist anymore.

——Perhaps he was also infected with the indifference of the Emperor of Heaven, so he never saw clearly what kind of person the Prison Emperor is.

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The Prison Emperor walked all the way without much fluctuation, there was a dragon whistling mournfully, only the sky in Molan was a little bit dark, and the clouds and mists that could not be dispersed were layered on top of each other, and the sunlight could not be fully illuminated.

Heh, he was thinking too much, that person is gone, so why mention the bright morning sun?

The Prison Emperor raised his eyes, and the yellow spring flower in his hand lost the blessing of yin energy, and instantly annihilated into ashes.There was a pair of red eyes full of hope, but finally dimmed what they thought, and along with Huang Quan, rushed to the end of the invisible time.

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