I, Long Jun, am not short!

Jiuling hurriedly opened the door, and took a piece of talisman paper in front of Xuanyun: "Look, what should I do?"

Xuanyun didn't understand, so he picked up the talisman paper: "What's the matter, you are in such a hurry... Wait, Chu Xian?"

Mu Yin also leaned over, and was stunned just after taking a look, and said reservedly: "This...Jiuling Emperor, is this really His Highness Dragon Lord's talisman paper?"

"His Royal Highness Dragon is now in Misty Valley and has lost all his mana. Hurry up to rescue him. We will not be responsible for any accidents.

——Chu Xian"

Jiu Ling nodded, and said in a warm voice: "The talisman paper is indeed Chu Xian's talisman paper, but the handwriting is not Chu Xian's handwriting. Few people can imitate his handwriting."

Mu Yin frowned slightly, and put on a cold and distant air: "Is His Royal Highness Long Jun safe now?"

Xuanyun quickly looked at the talisman paper several times, put it under his nose and sniffed it again, frowned and said, "I'm not sure, although this talisman paper is Chu Xian's talisman paper, it is contaminated with the breath of the demon race."

Mu Yin let out an "ah", and immediately regained his reserve: "How could the talisman paper of His Royal Highness Dragon Lord be in the demon clan?"

Jiu Ling glanced at him faintly, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled softly: "Don't ask you this? Where did Chu Xian tell you that he went?"

Mu Yin felt that he was wronged: "Emperor Jiuling, Chu Xian only told me that he went to Lianhuan, I can't let him go, how can I control His Highness Chu Xian?"

Xuanyun was silent for a moment, then asked Jiuling, "Could it be from that Yan Cijing? Logically speaking, it is also possible that Chu Xian gave him his talisman paper."

Jiu Ling pursed his lips: "It's unlikely, it's useless for Chu Xian to give him the talisman paper, and it can't be stolen, and I don't think that Yan Cijing would treat Chu Xian like this."

Xuan Yun said: "Then what do you think is going on? We all know Chu Xian's ability. If he hadn't thought about it himself, there would be nothing in the Demon Realm other than Demon Lord to get him, and he lost all his mana. What's going on? "

Mu Yin interrupted suddenly: "Could it be ghosts?"

Jiuling was startled, and he thought of something: "Ghost...it's another ghost...no, I have to go to Misty Valley."

Xuanyun stretched out his hand to hold him down: "Okay, don't make trouble for me, I'll go."

Mu Yin said anxiously: "You go? Who will guard the city when you go? Are we two gods of literature? Xuanyun, you are the one to stop making trouble, just go with Emperor Jiuling."

Xuan Yun turned around and stared at him: "Just go for Jiuling, what are you going to do with a god who has no mana and no power to restrain chickens?"

Mu Yin: "Xuanyun, you are getting better and better!"

Xuan Yun ignored him, and turned to look at Jiu Ling: "I'll go there, you guard the city, and take care of Mu Yin."

Jiuling took off the jade flute around his waist, and patted Xuanyun: "Don't throw such a big burden on me, I don't know how to defend the city, Chu Xian is not here, no one can do it except you, you can rest assured, Mu Tone is useless, I'm always useful."

Mu Yin: "..."

The four emperors are worthy of growing up together, one is better than the other with a stick, and one is better at speaking than the other!

Jiu Ling smiled slightly, turned around and left: "Muyin, follow."

·

Yan Cijing's hand stretched to his waist, gently pressed the handle of Qingshui's knife, and when Chu Xian was kissed and had no time to care about him, he stabbed the Qingshui knife with one hand.

After all, Chu Xian is His Royal Highness Long Jun. Years of fighting experience made him react immediately. He twisted Yan Cijing's hand that was clasped on the back of his head with his backhand, pushed Yan Cijing away, and rushed to grab it before he could catch his breath. The knife in Yan Cijing's hand.

It's just that Yan Cijing was not an obedient master, so he dodged to hide, grabbed the little Suzaku with one hand, held a knife in front of him in the other, turned over and jumped up, and just looked at Chu Xian indifferently.

After taking a breath, Chu Xian also supported the tree beside him and stood up. He pointed to Yan Cijing and said, "What are you doing, Cijing, what do you want to do?!"

Yan Cijing stood a few steps away from him, the wind blew his hair and the maple red clothes back together, as if he was about to float away, Chu Xian was inexplicably afraid and uneasy.

But Yan Cijing just smiled at him, and asked irrelevantly: "Xianxian, you still have a long way to go, do you see that your road ahead is open and bright, you have to live well. Emperor Jiuling I don't know when it will come, you can't fold here."

Chu Xian seemed to be going crazy: "Of course I know I can't break here! But what are you doing, Yan Cijing, what do you want to do, let me tell you, if you dare to do anything today, I will accompany you to death it's here!"

Yan Cijing shook his head slightly: "You can't die, if you have something to do, then what's the point of everything I do?"

Chu Xian was inexplicably annoyed: "If you know, put down the knife! Yan Cijing, you are capable!"

Yan Cijing didn't listen to him, and took a few steps back again, slightly bent his lips and smiled at him: "But you can't fold here, Chu Xian, Xianxian, you have to live well."

As he spoke, he backhanded the light water and thrust it hard into his heart. The speed was terribly fast. Not only did Chu Xian, who rushed forward immediately, not stop him, but was pushed to the ground by him with one hand. He could only watch helplessly as the bright red Blood flowed from his heart.

Chu Xian got up from the ground, rushed over to snatch his knife again, and cursed: "Yan Cijing, are you crazy! You are sick, you, my majestic Dragon Lord, who needs to rely on your self-mutilation to save yourself?" !"

Yan Cijing didn't move this time, and said softly: "Suzaku."

The Suzaku, which was originally not the size of Chu Xian's palm, suddenly flew out of Yan Cijing's hand, and a burst of red light radiated from its whole body, dyeing the surrounding white mist red, turning into a translucent vermilion bird, making the sky scream .

Suzaku's red light bounced off Chu Xian as expected, and Chu Xian fell to the ground again, covering his lips with one hand and muffled coughing for a while, until the palm of his hand became bright red, he gradually calmed down, he put down his hand, Ignoring the blood on the corner of his lips, he looked at Yan Cijing through Suzaku's translucent body.

Yan Cijing smiled at him, raised his hand to hold the handle of the knife, and inserted it deeper without hesitation, and all the blood from his wound was absorbed by Suzaku, not a single drop wasted.

A large amount of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, slipped down from his pale chin, and disappeared when it dripped onto the red clothes. Yan Cijing opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something to Chu Xian, but there was nothing in the end. He said, pulled out the light water with his backhand, and the blood gushed out instantly, most of it sprinkled on Suzaku's body, and the lesser half added a touch of color to the white mist around him, and a few drops somehow penetrated Suzaku's body and landed on the ground. The corners of Chu Xian's cheeks and eyes were like a bright red tear of blood.

Chu Xian stretched out his hand in a daze. On the palm was the blood he had coughed up, but Yan Cijing's blood dripped on his fingertips. The drop of blood and tears in the corner of the eye echoed from afar, and it was still beautiful.

Suzaku's body gradually turned into a solid body, flew up into the sky and hovered, just above the heads of the two people, leaving the small space and short time to the two people.

Yan Cijing casually inserted Qingshui back into his waist, paused for a moment before reaching out to cover his heart expressionlessly, he looked at Chu Xian, and wanted to get close to him to help him up, but unexpectedly left After taking a step, his feet went limp, and he fell down on his knees defenselessly. He wanted to say something, but the blood gushing out of his mouth blocked his mouth.

Chu Xian's eyes were covered by a mist, and he couldn't see anything. He called out blankly, "Ci Jing..."

Yan Cijing opened his mouth, but only spit out more blood, he could only make a mouth shape that he couldn't see, I'm here.

Leisurely, I am here.

Chu Xian blinked hard expressionlessly, and blinked back the mist in his eyes, and then saw Yan Cijing who was kneeling on the ground, clutching his lips and unable to stop a large amount of blood gushing from his mouth. Pale, just look at him like that.

The water mist that blinked back just now suddenly gushed out again, Chu Xian tightly covered his lips, and made no sound, he rushed over and hugged Yan Cijing in his arms, crying so hard that he couldn't speak.

Yan Cijing was still laughing, he was really speechless, so he stretched out his clean hand to wipe Chu Xian's tears, while carefully wiping off the blood on his face.

Xianxian, don't cry, you are such a good-looking person, how can you cry like this, crying is not good-looking at all, don't cry, I can't bear to leave.

Chu Xian's tears flowed more and more ferociously, and couldn't stop at all. Yan Cijing couldn't wipe it clean, so he simply held his face with his hands, gently brushing over his eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, chin, cheeks and earlobes , over and over again, nothing is enough.

You see, such a good person, such a person that I can't put it down, I searched for hundreds of years, and finally found him. How can I lose it in such a short time?

He is still crying, how can I be willing to let go, I want to stay with him and die with him, but I can't be so selfish, all I can do for him is to send him out, his way is still It's so long, he should have a better life, how can he break it here?

"You said that you would stay with me forever...forever..." Chu Xian trembled all over, couldn't help crying, and emphasized his tone: "It's my whole life, not yours!"

Yeah?Yan Cijing thought hard, and finally remembered that he had indeed said so.

"I will stay with Xianxian for the rest of my life, whether it is life or death, I will be where you are, even if you are tired of liking others, even if you don't want me, I will not leave you."

He really stayed with Chu Xian for the rest of his life, and it was enough to watch him smile every day, but His Royal Highness Long Jun's life was so long, he couldn't do it after all.

After all, he didn't even do it in his own life.

Yan Cijing shook his head slowly, withdrew his hand from his face, and raised his hand to recall Suzaku: "Suzaku, I know you can leave."

Chu Xian followed his hand and turned his head to look at Suzaku. Only then did he realize that Suzaku is a divine beast. According to Mo Xunyu, it can indeed go out, but the form of Suzaku is wrong. Could it be...

Shocked, he turned his head to Yan Cijing and said angrily: "Yan Ci..."

Yan Cijing knocked him out with a knife.

It turned out that Chu Xian was not so easy for him to succeed, but Chu Xian was so tired these days, his body collapsed into a string, and he didn't dare to relax for a moment. Under the high tension, he didn't guard against Yan Cijing at all. It was so easy for him to succeed.

Yan Cijing looked down at him, brushed his hair behind his ears, touched his lips lightly, and said in a low voice: "Xianxian, you are His Royal Highness Long Jun, admired by thousands of people God, and I, are a demon who came out of hell, and I was born to be eternal, Xianxian, I am not on the same side as you, even if I am lucky and have received your care and concern for so long, I will finally let go Yes, I'm not good enough for you, so naturally I don't dare to expect too much, it's just..."

"Xianxian, I love you."

Then Yan Cijing pressed his heart expressionlessly, hugged Chu Xian, stood in front of Suzaku, reached out and slapped his heart roughly, all the blood dripped on Suzaku's body, Suzaku wept softly: "Master..."

Yan Cijing interrupted him bluntly: "Take him out, no matter where you go, get out of here."

Suzaku wept softly: "Then... what should you do, master..."

Yan Cijing looked down at his chest, and raised his head expressionlessly: "I'll go with you, but don't let him see my... dead body, just take me back to the demon world."

He couldn't hold on any longer, maybe he would really die before Suzaku flew out, he just didn't want to die here, but if that was the case, why let Chu Xian wake up and see him just add to the sadness?

Yan Cijing stepped onto Suzaku holding Chu Xian in his arms, but when he raised his eyes, he saw two dazzling auras suddenly appeared not far ahead.

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