Green silk wrapped around fingertips

No one questioned, even if someone questioned, he would die under Xueyin's iron fist.

What's more dramatic is that ** Yan Gu finally researched the secret formula to break the Xiaolingzi Gu curse, and all the people he hated and hated and envied were wiped out. He also began to yearn for a simple life and recover in Xiaolingzi. On a normal day, the two quietly left the palace and the underground palace without leaving a single word for Xue Yin, and there has been no news since then.

In the empty underground palace, the only person gasping for breath was the green dragon flying phoenix dance door, Xueyin looked at this man coldly without saying a word.

Many years later, when Xue Yinfeng played the moon and traveled westward with a crane, the one who succeeded him was actually the former martial arts leader Qinglu. So far, the country has changed again, and the world and the rivers and lakes are all in the hands of one person.

Qinglu, the founding emperor of the Lulie Kingdom, the country's name is Nianhuo. Under his benevolent government, the Lulie Kingdom has been peaceful and peaceful for 40 years, and the people have all lived a prosperous life.

Leisurely dreams are far away, the south and south countries are in the clear autumn, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are cold and distant, a lone boat is moored deep in the reed flowers, and the flute is in the moonlight tower.

Hehuan Island is full of reeds, and Shangguan Yunyu sits quietly on a lone boat, playing the flute for Sansan Yueye who is still sleepy, day and night, year after year, just keeps playing for his Sansan until his Sansan Wake up or die yourself...

By the lake, Yang'er holding a long gown fixed her eyes on Shangguan Yunyu on the lone boat, and quietly put the clothes by the lake, she knew that Shangguan Yunyu would come to pick them up soon.

Yang'er, who has experienced life and death, has matured and is no longer as reckless as before. She is the only girl on the island besides Lonely Youmeng, and she has long been able to take on the responsibility of taking care of everyone.

Passing by the pear orchard, the faint candlelight shines through, the silhouette on the window lattice is clearly visible, the married lonely Youmeng is nestling happily in Yingling's arms.

With a chuckle, Yang'er carried the lantern and continued forward, passing through a small bamboo grove. , very comfortable.

Twirling a strand of hair that was blown by the night wind behind her ears, she continued to walk forward. Sure enough, Ouyang Tianlan and Huaxia's courtyard heard heart-piercing cheers again, and she was a little ashamed. Yang'er hurriedly walked past their small courtyard.

The wind is strong at night, and the night is like a charm. Murong Xisha and Lin Xi commented on the porch. From a distance, Lin Xi is like a white plum on the powder, and Murong Xisha is like the white snow in the sun.

This happens every night, you have to watch it once before you can feel at ease. In the depths of the peach grove, a fan bone unsuspectingly watched the duck's cheek and flew past. A fan bone flying from the depths of the peach forest.

Pulling out the fan bone from the branch, Yang'er smiled helplessly. After a while, there was a quarrel between the two, and Leng Yue said angrily: "Huangfu Lige~ I'm on tonight~"

"But I miss you~" Huangfu Lige is really good at expressing, even love words are so boring from his mouth.

"No~ you stop for me." The enchanting voice sounded, accompanied by the sound of the fan bone hitting the meteor hammer, echoing in the peach forest covered with bright moonlight.

The curtain of the small building is rolling and singing, and Youhuang is alone in the spring sobbing.

The Youhuang Ridge in the back mountain is a large area of ​​emerald green, which is so lush all year round. This natural color is like the person who sleeps here, graceful and vivid.

There are five burial bags here, which are built according to the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, in order to enclose the front edges of the five people, tie their serious fetters, and lock the souls of the five people, hoping to be reborn in the afterlife. They can still come together and continue to compose their unfinished red lotus flames in this life.

In the distance, on the diagonally opposite corner of the stone stele engraved with the word "Hu", there are scattered grave bags. Yang'er stepped forward and hung a bunch of hyacinths in front of her sister's grave, hoping that the wind spirit could convey her blessings and thoughts. To her most beloved sister.

Leaning his head back, Yang'er looked at the brightest star in the sky, and smiled softly, wondering if the big brother Qinglong and Ye Yi of the Medicine Snake Valley illuminated by that one are good?I don't know how the sour apricot hero who sleeps in the valley of the gods is doing?I don't know how they are in heaven...

She lowered her eyebrows, looked at the five graves again, and turned around to look at the way she came. The girl in pink smiled and shed tears. Sister, Master Dan, I am fine, we are all fine...

Extra Story (001) Chapter [-] Meeting Death Again

"I'm smiling, can you see me?" A fog that has no shape, no body, or even a color that can't be distinguished?Maybe it's the fog~ It's speaking to Tudan's soul in the ocean.

"Reaper?" Tudan's soul drifted with the wind without direction, and his black and white eyes were full of surprise.

"Oh~ it's me, you saw my smile again, so I will give you another life." Intangible things floated in front of Tudan's soul.

"Why am I here? Fengjiu? Where's my little Fengjiu?" The lonely soul looked around in a daze. The head begged: "No~ah no~ don't, please don't, I don't want to forget~ I don't want to forget, don't disappear from my memory, don't~ don't..."

"Don't forget?" Death is still smiling, but the fog is getting darker.

The confused soul was struggling, but when he heard the words of the god of death, he suddenly raised his head, his black and white eyes flashed with excitement: "Yes~ I don't want to forget, you can help me do it, right?"

Clang, clang, weird voice, weird laughter, is this the laugh of death?The dark dance troupe approached Tudan slowly: "Silly boy, look there."

The bewitching tone pierced into Tudan's eardrums, and he looked at the position guided by the black mist. Tudan was startled. His little Fengjiu walked across the bridge of Naihe, drank Mengpo soup, and mixed with a group of unconscious souls. Moving forward.

The gentleness of the devil is on the road of fire, guiding the way to the afterlife for these undead, bright red like blood, sandalwood wind.

White clothes, blue shirts, red robes, and black cloaks, stepping across the sea of ​​flowers and falling into the path of rebirth.

Why?Why can't I go by myself?Why are they in the East and they are in the West?

"Why am I here? Why am I not with them?" Tudan's soul was so excited that he couldn't describe it, and he frowned.

"Because you didn't go to the previous life to enjoy the joy of singing and dancing as I said, so you are here~"

"So?" Tudan stared straight at Feng Wu Jiuhua, Huo Lie, Bai Luo and Bai Hu who were pushed into the Dao of Reincarnation by the little demon, his voice began to tremble, no, he did not keep his promise to them, He didn't hold Baihu's hand, he didn't send a Bai Luoxing, he didn't reassure Huo Lie, and he didn't promise Xiao Fengjiu, forever and ever, life after life together.

"So? Hehe~" The god of death laughed wildly, and his voice was piercing and weird: "So you still have to travel through, but they are reincarnated." The floating black mist changed into a ferocious face, like a skull. The shape, the hollow eyes radiate a soul-stirring red light, blurring Tudan's consciousness.

One piece of black, one piece of red, the darkness swallowed the scarlet blood, Tudan's eyes were blank, he lost his sense of light and everything, and fell into the teleportation of the world, carrying the memories of the past and present, traveling through the millennium again like……

evil blood chant

Looking upside down, the sky is still as clear as blue, with floating clouds, and the outstretched arms are blowing the sound of hunting wind in the air. Below the head is a blue bay, occasionally glowing with the color of emerald, which is extremely beautiful.

The feeling of bungee jumping is very exciting, and there is a kind of pleasure of suicide attempt. Tu Huaidan, the son of Tuhua, raised the corner of his mouth and showed a confident smile. What kind of bullshit family taboo activity?Hmph~ Dad, your son, I want to jump~ I don’t believe you can be stimulated by jumping from here

Bang~ The heavy object falls, and thousands of waves are stirred up on the sea surface, sometimes dark blue and sometimes dark green, and the two phases are intertwined and changing under the sunshine. If time stops at this second, no one can imagine the splash of water, blue and blue. The splendor of green, or being frozen in this second, the frozen water drops will be as dazzling as gems.

The sea water wets Tu Huaidan's hair, his face, his eyes, and his lips, and the tears mixed into the sea, making Tu Huaidan feel humble, his whole body twitching, the pressure of falling into the sea from high altitude is not a human body can bear it.

"Ah~ the rope... the rope is broken~ it's no good, it's no good, hurry up and report to the master, the young master has an accident!" The future heir of the Lingri Group was in danger during the bungee jumping. This is no joke, The maid who was serving the whole time was so frightened that she couldn't help screaming.

The heart was shattered, held in the chest cavity, blood flowed into the lungs, unable to breathe, the world in front of my eyes became blurred, the god of death had come, and the ghost that was erased and returned had arrived.

In the advanced ward of Hewlett-Packard Private Hospital, the most advanced medical elite and experts in Jingnan, the president of Lingri Group, Tu Huahua, has been guarding the bed of his son Tu Huaidan for a day and a night without sleep.

The 45-year-old man has been taking care of himself very well, but after learning that his son was in danger of bungee jumping, he seemed to have aged ten years, sitting quietly in front of Tu Huaidan's hospital bed, as if his soul had gone out of his body.

Retribution, retribution, all of this is retribution for his lack of conscience back then, but the son is innocent, God, if you want retribution, please repay me by drawing a person, my Huaidan, my Huaidan, he Innocent, he's so young, he's only 20 years old, his life has just begun, God, why did you let him just sleep like this?

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