Rebirth of the doomsday lord Qinglong

In fact, Yin Jue was not in the so-called temporary headquarters, the moisture in the air kept accumulating, and the humidity became heavier and heavier. He felt his heart beating wildly, and subconsciously ran towards the mountain.

Xie Yu was still handing over the final finishing work, but she heard Yin Jue say, "I have to go first." When she turned her head, Yin Jue was gone.

The light rain started to fall, and it actually carried a faint salty smell of sea water. Yin Jue jumped past the abandoned houses and messy street corners. He had a premonition that he was approaching, and he and that person would meet again soon.

He only walked for 10 minutes for half an hour's journey. All the residents in the villas at the foot of the mountain had been vacated, but there was one exception. Yin Jue stopped in front of the house where the old man and the others used to live, looking at the faintly scattered The transparent mask covered with a white halo, the premonition was completely confirmed.

The spirits in the air here are particularly thick, although most of them have been dispelled deliberately, Yin Jue pursed his lips, and just about to reach out to push the door, the door was slowly opened towards him.

The old man bowed to him, and Yin Jue nodded lightly. The moment he stepped in, the violent tremor and resonance made him tremble even at his fingertips.

"Your Highness." The old man was leaning on crutches, his face could not be said to be too excited, but he was obviously in a complicated mood. After he led Yin Jue into the innermost bedroom, he withdrew.

In the bedroom is another thick enchantment, wrapped in layers, supporting the cracked wall, like a cocoon, and different from the brightness of the enchantment outside, it is so dark that it can hardly even be illuminated by any decorations. See, not to mention the figure of that person, but the bloody aura rushed towards him, Yin Jue's face changed drastically, and just as the palm of his hand gathered a cloud of spiritual light, he heard a weak and hoarse voice saying: "Don't."

Yin Jue was startled, the white light in his palm was torn into pieces by the darkness in an instant, but the glance just now was enough for him to see the situation in the room clearly.

The half-covered ceiling bed net and the dark bedding made the person hiding in the dark look terribly pale.

"Your hair..." Yin Jue had a hard time accepting that it would be like this when he met him again.

The person inside exhaled slowly, and said helplessly, "Forget it, originally...I didn't want you to see me like this."

Yin Jue's lips moved.

"Come here." With the slightly smiling voice of the person inside, the dark fog was slowly dispersed, and finally his vision was no longer blurred. Yin Jue's body shook suddenly, and an unbelievable expression appeared on his cold face. look.

The person in the bed tent stretched out a hand, skinny and thin, no longer elegant and beautiful as before.

Yin Jue stretched out his hand and held it with him as he did when he was a child, he lowered his head and dared not look into the bed curtain, but he still inevitably caught a strand of snow-white hair on the dark bed sheet, and he took a deep breath It is almost impossible to imagine how this person got himself to this point, "Can you recover?"

The man shook his head slightly.

Yin Jue got a negative answer, and suddenly showed a sad expression.Not to mention how deep the bond of blood between them is, but at least they have been facing each other day and night for so many years. Up to now, Yin Jue can read each other's emotions with just one look. This person really doesn't care about himself.

Probably because of a serious injury, Yin Jue couldn't ignore the smell of blood on the man's body, "Why did this happen? Where have you been all these years?"

"It's a secret~" The person in the bed tent smiled, but touched Yin Jue's face, and said in a slightly lower tone: "I heard what your minister said about you."

Yin Jue didn't avoid his touch, because it was the first time he saw this man with such a serious expression, "Is he treating you well?"

Yin Jue nodded without hesitation.

Those skinny hands caressed the contract pattern on the back of his neck, "Even so?"

Yin Jue thought for a while, then said lightly, "Even so."

The man seemed to freeze his smile for a while, and after a while he found his voice and said: "Yes, tell me about it, how did he find you."

It doesn't matter how Long Chongyu found him. In fact, they didn't deliberately look for each other at that time, at least in the 20 years when Long Chongyu changed his body. Buried deeply, they ended up meeting by accident.

The way Long Chongyu treated Yin Jue at that time was really at a loss, he couldn't persuade himself to let go, obviously he waited for so long, and when he found it again, the joy he was full of was also shattered by Yin Jue's panicked appearance, so he could only go first He calmed down and tightly held the bird fluttering its wings in his hands. He was afraid that Yin Jue would leave, and he was afraid that Yin Jue would make him wait another 500 years.

Yin Jue thought about it later, although Long Chongyu was paranoid and would not change his domineering nature even when he was gentle, but no one would love him more than Long Chongyu.

He enjoys the feeling of being pampered, even the former Dragon Lord said to him now, "There may be one thing in that person's heart that is always more important than you, can you bear it?"

Yin Jue knew what he wanted to say, so he found a comfortable position to rest on the former Longjun's leg, covered his ears and said, "Yes."

Looking closer, the appearance of the former Dragon Lord has really changed a lot. His black hair has become snow, and he is no longer the same as before. It seems that even the corners of his eyes have begun to have fine lines. He is slowly dying, and even the most powerful Qinglong in his life The prime of life has not had time to experience and feel.

Yin Jue didn't know what had drained the man's best life, so he didn't dare to ask again.

The former Dragon Lord slowly stroked the back of Yin Jue's neck. Compared with his weakness, although Yin Jue's soul scattered and his growth rate was somewhat reduced, it did not prevent him from getting better and better, and he even showed such a childish look. Actions.

The former Dragon Lord was half relieved and half sad, "If you don't listen to me now, you won't hear me later."

Yin Jue didn't want to hear it, but he listened in the end. He quietly listened to the cruel words of the former Long Jun, which hurt him more than anyone who prevented him from being with Long Chongyu before, because he told One thing happened to him, about Long Chongyu's blood feud.

The former Dragon Lord paused for a moment and continued: "I know you will be sad, but it's better to know the truth from me than to be hurt by him for no reason one day."

Yin Jue's face was pale, and he unconsciously looked at the bloodless lips of the former Long Jun. The lips opened and closed, and he only vaguely heard a sorry.

The icy rainwater slid down his neck into his collar, and Long Chongyu felt it was bone-chillingly cold. When he was halfway on the road, he suddenly noticed something was wrong. When he took a closer look, there was a thin and thin road standing on the slope leading to the villa area. figure.

The light golden gown fluttered in the strong wind, and the rain blurred the man's face, but his snow-white hair was not wet, and his whole body was not soaked by the rain, as if wrapped in a transparent and delicate film.

Long Chongyu stopped, his nerves on high alert.

"Jiuying?" The man held back his frivolous wide sleeves, with a little interest, "It is indeed very rare."

Long Chongyu first frowned fiercely, "Sea Clan?"

The man nodded, his eyes were bright and sharp. If Yin Jue's eyes are the deep pools of ancient wells without waves, then this man's eyes are the lake water shining with golden brilliance. It's a pity that he seems to be seriously ill, in various senses— —"Death here or separate from Yin Jue, choose one."

"So arrogant?" The corner of Long Chongyu's mouth curled up. Although he was very interested in this person's identity, it was obvious that he had more important things to do now, "Go away first, hurry up."

"This is impossible." The man's eyes turned cold, and the corners of his bloodless lips were tightly pursed. He stared at Long Chongyu in silence for a long time, and finally gave up the idea of ​​chatting with Long Chongyu, and he went straight to the point Said: "My name is Yin Qian, and the name may seem strange to you..." He paused for a while and organized his words, "But I think if I introduce it like this, you will probably be more impressed. More than 600 years In front of me, I slaughtered Longxi Mountain. There are more than [-] villagers at the foot of the mountain, including [-] women, children, old and weak. The condensed blade is already approaching.

The former Longjun flicked his long sleeves, and directly raised his hand to block. The sharp edge hit the soft material, and only shallow lines were drawn.

Long Chongyu's figure retreated to the original place in an instant. He has not lost his mind. It is definitely not enough to blindly attack, "Yaoxiao?"

"That's right." Yin Qian brushed off his sleeves, and said indifferently, "Unless you pick up the magic sword again, it may still be difficult to hurt me...even if I'm not wearing silk gauze."

Long Chongyu's eyes flashed, and the hatred was hidden deeply.

"The magic sword recognizes the master, as long as you need it, it can be summoned no matter where it is."

"..."

"What? Don't want to avenge the sea of ​​​​blood?"

Long Chongyu said coldly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

The corner of Yin Qian's mouth curled slightly, "What I want to say is, you choose one, revenge or Yin Jue."

"You are so arrogant, how do you know that I dare not kill you?" The aura in Long Chongyu's body instantly became violent, and his pupils began to turn the color of blood.He recalled the memory that had been buried in the depths. After so many years, he still couldn't forget the scene of blood flowing into a river at the foot of Longxi Mountain.

"But the current situation is that you can only choose one." Yin Qian hid her right hand with bulging veins and ruptured small blood vessels just now because of the blocking, "Do you know why I killed the dragon at that time?" Xishan?"

[Final Volume: Destiny]