[Thunderbolt] Wandering without a home, where to return

Come back... If I don't come back, there will be no me in the world beside you... Yuan Wuxiang looked at Tired Shoutian, his eyes were dim and dim for a while, and his whole body felt layer after layer of coldness.

"Yuan Wuxiang! Answer me!" The knuckles clasped on the shoulders have turned blue and white, Tired Shoutian is staring at Yuan Wuxiang's dim eyes, and an indescribable panic is gradually rising in his heart .

"I..." Yuan Wuxiang uttered a single syllable dryly, and then suddenly stretched out his hand to pull Li Shoutian, who was not even half an arm's distance away, into his arms, as if he wanted to get a little bit from the warm body in his arms warmth...

"promise me!"

Feeling the tighter and tighter arms around him, Yuan Wuxiang breathed out a long mouthful of turbid air before slowly replying: "Tired, I... will come back..."

The warm promise in the ear made Tired Shoutian's constricted heart slowly relax, and at this time Yuan Wuxiang also let go of his confinement, but put his forehead on Tired Shoutian's.

Tired Shoutian was taken aback for a moment, and before he could react, he felt a trace of heat rising from the place where he touched Yuan Wuxiang.

"You're so stupid. If I wasn't by your side, I'm afraid you'd be sold by someone else." Yuan Wuxiang stretched out his hand and stroked the silver light that emerged from the thin brow, looking at the mysterious The imprint gradually faded away, and a soft light flashed in his eyes.

"You are not much better." Tired Shoutian snorted softly, but his eyes were shining with the same light as Yuan Wuxiang.

"Ha, Yuan Wuxiang and Tired Reaping Heaven are almost the same."

"Yuan Wuxiang, I will wait for you to come back, and I will wait for you to come back."

"You said, would I disappoint him?" Yuan Wuxiang turned his gaze away from the door and turned his head to Liu Fengcui who had been standing behind him until Juan Shoutian had left for a long time.

Liu Fengcui didn't speak, because Yuan Wuxiang didn't need his answer.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go to Zangtian Pass." After saying that, Yuan Wuxiang produced a wheelchair and sat on it.

Liu Fengcui stepped forward and grabbed the handle of the wheelchair.

"Ah, I almost forgot, you should go to pick up Soul Rushuang, Liu Fengcui, and go to the land of the Tianqiang tribe before Burying Tianguan. Don't let the woman who admires me wait too long."

"Yes."

After Liu Fengcui responded softly, she pushed Yuan Wuxiang towards the land of the Tianqiang people without any haste.

"Yuan Wuxiang, you are here." Standing in front of Baili Dingshi's tomb, Po Rushuang looked at the radiance with a cold expression.

"I'll pick you up, are you ready?"

"How is Tired Harvest?"

"Qijue's hatred has been resolved."

"That's good." Po Rushuang walked over to take Liu Fengcui's place.

"Okay, just be clear in your heart, it's all right now that there is no one around, when you step out of this place, you know what to do."

"What if I can't?"

"I can't do it. It is very likely that I will die, and I will die because of you. You still understand what will happen to you and him."

"The ending?" Po Rushuang smiled coldly: "Our ending, isn't it already predestined by you?"

"Don't you deny it?"

"I don't recognize it, can Tired Harvest Sky lose sight of you, and then see me?"

"There are always accidents in life, and there may be deviations in the doomed things. After all, sometimes human will is no match for God's will, don't you think?"

"You're telling me, if you didn't die because of me, and you still died in the end, would I still have a chance?"

"This is not an idea that a selfish person should have, but an idea that a naive person would have."

"I'm not, and neither are you."

"You're not selfish, and I'm not naive, are you?"

Soul Rushuang paused: "Could it be that you have already made up your mind to die..."

"People are in the rivers and lakes, shouldn't such awareness be prepared at all times?"

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Play your role well, your sister may be impatient with waiting." Yuan Wuxiang leaned on the wheelchair with a relaxed expression, smiling at the eyes ahead with a little bit of melancholy for the future.

"I really doubt whether the legendary head of Yinbiao and the current Yuanwuxiang are really the same person."

No one answered Po Rushuang's question, because the person who could answer her had already closed her eyes and did not intend to speak again.

"It's time to leave." Liu Fengcui who had been listening quietly reminded Po Rushuang.

"Although I don't want to admit it, no one is willing to follow a selfish person, don't you think so?" Po Rushuang glanced at Liu Fengcui, and then pushed the person who had already fallen into a slumber to the funeral pass.

"Yuan Wuxiang, are you injured?" Seeing Po Rushuang pushing Yuan Wuxiang to Zangtian Pass, the joy of returning from the Black Queen was replaced by shock.

"No, it's just that since Yuan Wuxiang came out of the Southern Sect, his body has been weaker than ordinary people, so he usually uses a wheelchair to save his strength."

Weaker than ordinary people?Hei Hou looked at the handsome man sitting in the wheelchair, listening to the heavier breathing than ordinary people, the vigilance in his heart was not reduced by this, but even more aggravated.

"In that case." Hei Hou glanced at Po Rushuang, who had been keeping his eyes on Yuan Wu Xiang, and raised his hand: "Come here, take Yuan Wu Xiang to rest."

"Yes."

The soldiers of the Forest Prison stepped forward to take the wheelchair, but were blocked by Liu Fengcui at the side, Yuan Wuxiang glanced at the Heihou and smiled lightly: "Although I agree with Heihou who wants to have a good time with Po Rushuang Xu's urgent mood, but he can't accept the black queen's speaking attitude, even if Yuan Wuxiang is as contemptuous as grass, he can't tolerate others to boss him around."

Yuan Wuxiang was sitting in a wheelchair, but Heihou was condescending, looking at the man who was obviously looking up at him but made him feel resentful, he suddenly felt his heart throbbing.

This man was calm and unhurried from the beginning to the end, neither salty nor bland, yet clearly inadvertently revealing a forceful sternness everywhere...

Hei Hou clenched her hands tightly under her sleeves, but her voice was very calm: "Young Master Yuan, can you allow me to talk to my little sister alone?"

He was clearly on the verge of rage, but he still suppressed himself firmly. In order to seize the power that could turn the world upside down, the black queen's endurance made Yuan Wuxiang look sideways for a while.

"Of course I can. I just hope that the Black Queen won't make her sister abrupt because she was too happy to meet her."

Hei Hou paused, looked at Po Rushuang, but only saw Po Rushuang lowered his eyelids but did not see the complex gaze hidden under the eyelids.

On the surface, this was after knocking the gun, but in fact it was telling Po Rushuang that if she didn't want to, she could leave at any time at any time, and he would let her go calmly if she had no country.

"Liu Fengcui, let's go."

"Yes, son."

Liu Fengcui stepped forward, Po Rushuang stepped aside, but at the moment Yuan Wuxiang was about to leave, he quickly walked up to him, and said to him very firmly, "I will always be with you around you."

"I understand." Yuan Wuxiang nodded lightly to Po Rushuang's gaze.

"Little sister, have you forgotten who he is?" Seeing that Yuan Wuxiang had left, Po Rushuang still didn't look back, and the Black Queen couldn't help but frown, full of displeasure.

Can't forget, but so what?Being held in the palm of Yuan Wuxiang's hand, she has long since lost the thought of revenge, and she replied faintly with self-deprecating eyes, "I can't forget it, but I can't take back the feelings I gave."

"Your soul is like frost!"

"Sister, I can't help it... I really can't help it..." She couldn't help but watch Tired Shoutian suffer from the poison, and she couldn't take back the feelings she put on Tired Shoutian, so she couldn't help that palm. way to break free...

"The soul is like frost..."

Over there, the black queen sisters reunited and complained to each other, but here Yuan Wuxiang sighed coldly.

"Son."

"Liu Fengcui, tell me, but I did something wrong?" Yuan Wuxiang slowly opened his eyes, but his eyes were not focused.

"Although I don't know what's going on between Young Master and Po Rushuang, but just based on what you said just now, Young Master doesn't need to feel guilty."

"Am I guilty?"

"Regardless of whether she is here because of the son or not, the bottom line is that she restrained herself. The Black Queen is her elder sister, and she herself cannot escape this vortex, so there is no need for you, sir."

"That's the sad thing about being involuntary."

"The path I choose is death, and I have no reason to blame him."

These words are pertinent, but also ruthless.

"The path I choose, I will live without complaint until death." Yuan Wuxiang smiled indifferently, and the trace of unbearable remnant in his eyes was quickly covered by a layer of ice.

"Bu Xiangcai specially came to pay a visit to Mr. Yuan."

Yuan Wuxiang moved his fingers slightly, and turned the wheelchair: "I just came to Zangtian Pass, and Master Qu was so impatient to find him, isn't he afraid of being suspicious in the dark?"

"Uh...Young Master Yuan, are you so blunt and honest about your real husband in the Sen Prison?"

"If you dare to admit your identity as Qu Shitu here, Bu Xiangqi will also be your husband."

"Ahem, to be honest, is it really okay to talk like this?" Qu Shitu looked at the empty surroundings, but his mind was still not at ease.

"Surveillance is everywhere, but it only shows the stupidity and lack of self-confidence of the black queen."

As soon as Yuan Wuxiang finished speaking, a corpse with a strange appearance appeared on the ground out of thin air.

"Liu Fengcui, take it back to the black empress, you will not be rewarded for no merit, this gift, this young master, cannot bear it."

"Yes."

"If you do this, I'm afraid it will make the Black Queen feel dissatisfied."

"The hatred of extermination is like a thorn in the heart, but she has too many thorns, and she might as well endure the thorns in her heart for so long, but the thorns in the back and the stumbling blocks in front of her feet are the top priority."

Seeing Yuan Wuxiang disintegrating people's hearts, Qu Shitu stroked his beard, suddenly his brows twitched, and he said with a sad face: "You look so confident that you really look like Su Zhenzhen."