Abandoned Immortals

The master of Yinhun Sect, although he has not broken through the Hollow Realm and is far less powerful than the High Priest, is also a senior at the peak of the Dao Realm. Yu Lian's heart is not at its peak when he fights against him, and the outcome is probably less than five or five.

She glanced at Yue Wuji, who was in a panic behind Yun Jingming, and the elders of the Soul-Inducing Sect who had come to sense the movement and surrounded him, and snorted coldly.

Just now, she twisted Yue Wuji and punched wildly, she vented her emotions a little, now she regained some sense, seeing the opponent's crowd, she knew that it should be difficult to win the Soul Shocking Gate Secret Realm, so she should avoid his edge.

Then he raised his lips and sneered, and walked away, leaving a sentence: "Don't think that the grievances are over, the little girl will come to visit someday!"

The commotion caused panic among the soul sect.

Yun Jingming watched her go in the direction she was going, without anyone chasing her, but his face was also very ugly.

Thinking of the rumors he heard earlier, his eyes darkened, and his hands hanging by his sides were also clenched into fists.

However, Yu Lianxin has always ignored the twists and turns in the hearts of others, no matter what conspiracy and tricks, she is free and happy, her life has ups and downs, and the worst ending is probably nothing more than death.

But even though he has heard thousands of truths and is not afraid of death, he still can't get over that heart, and it is really difficult to be truly free and easy.

Back in the palace, she climbed up to the roof of the pavilion to watch the scenery, and sat there blankly.

In the blink of an eye, the sky turned gray, and it was already sunset, dusk.

The clouds are thin, the setting sun passes through the clouds, and the place where the sky and the earth meet is scarlet like blood.

This day was a day of confusion, my heart was full of thoughts, I couldn't figure it out, and I lived in panic, and I felt that the sun rose and the moon set, and everything in the world was meaningless.

She took out the half of the black yin-yang fish from her sleeve, and stroked the writing engraved on the surface of the jade pendant with her thumb.

This is high-quality black jade, shiny and translucent, warm and cool inside, without any impurities. Que Qingyun spent a lot of effort to find it, and copied it from the pair of yin and yang jade pendants thousands of years ago.

After staring at it for a while, Yu Lian turned her wrist, and held another semi-circular sapphire in her palm.

This jade pendant was engraved with only the word "cloud", and it was a token that she specially asked Que Qingyun for on the day Qin Jianfeng died a few months ago.

She has never left this object for a moment, and now that the two jades are gathered together, the shapes are really similar, as if they are in pairs.

But in the end it doesn't fit.

Pausing for a while, suddenly a fire rose in her chest, Yu Lian was extremely irritable, she tightened her five fingers and wanted to crush the two jade pendants.

But at the last moment, she withdrew her hands in a slump, and stroked her face with both palms, her heart ached, it was hard to say.

She sat on the roof, letting Yelu soak her clothes.

In the morning of the second day, it rained lightly, from the tips of my hair to the corners of my clothes, everything was drenched.

After noon, the sky cleared.

The accumulated clouds slowly dissipated, the sky was high and the clouds were wide, and the sun fell on her body, steaming away the damp moisture all over her body.

A bird perched on her shoulder, chirping happily.

During this period, Emperor Yan Chengyue came once, and only when he stepped into the courtyard did he see the people sitting on the roof.

Sensing that the aura of heaven and earth was moving abnormally, the aura in Yu Lian's heart seemed to melt into the void and become one with the heaven and earth, like a certain dao state in the legend, Yan Chengyue left quietly without making a sound.

More than half a month passed like this, and one day, the people on the roof suddenly woke up, and the aura of heaven and earth fluctuated in an instant, forming a soft wave of air that spread around.

Wherever he went, the flowers and trees grew rapidly, and new branches bloomed. In the corner of the palace, fish and birds sang together, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant.

Looking at the vitality of the world, mountains and rivers, Yu Lian lowered her long eyelashes in her heart, and the complicated and worrying thoughts in her eyes gradually subsided.

A dark red crack in the void pierced the quiet and dynamic scenery. She stood up, with a blank expression on her face, and stepped in.

Passing through the crack, the imperial palace is still the imperial palace, but the sky has darkened, the newly sprouted trees have turned into dead branches, the palace walls and roof tiles are covered with green and black vines, the window lattices are dilapidated, and the doors are mottled.

The obvious blood color enveloped this world, full of greed and murderous aura, in stark contrast to the peace and tranquility outside the secret.

Seemingly unaware of the change in her heart, Yu Lian strolled across the stone steps in front of the house and pushed open the dilapidated Zhumen.

In the shadow of the entangled vines, Que Qingyun, whose limbs were bound, was dangling in the air, and her plain white clothes were stained with dried blood. Although she was bound by the vines, she couldn't move, but her drooping face was blushing strangely.

Hearing the movement in front of her, she seemed to want to raise her head, but she was blocked by her reason, so she buried her face even lower, and even closed her eyes, not to look at the person coming.

Yu Lian walked up to her eyes, and supported her chin with two fingers, forcing her to raise her eyes.

Que Qingyun's always cold eyes were filled with light mist, and his jade-white cheeks were stained with a light crimson color, like a cold plum falling into the mud, forced to be stained with the dust of the world.

Her white teeth clenched her thin lips, even though the magic lines under her navel were scorching hot, burning her mind to the point of desperation and lusting wildly, she still firmly locked the last bit of restraint, neither chanting nor humming.

It has been a long time since Yu Lian has seen Master tortured by the demon poison and embarrassed.

She stared indifferently at Que Qingyun's pure and beautiful face under such circumstances, raised her lips in an extremely harsh manner, and deliberately made things difficult: "Master, why don't you look directly at the disciple?"

Que Qingyun's chest heaved more and more, and the corners of his mouth were tense.

Yu Lian asked, thinking that she would not respond, so she snorted coldly, her pupils half covered under her long eyelashes had a strange color.

Unexpectedly, Que Qingyun suddenly loosened his lips and teeth, the two soft lips in front of his eyes opened and closed slightly, his voice was hoarse, and he replied very softly: "I am a teacher... I can't help it."

The five fingers between the jaws were slightly tightened, Yu Lian's breathing was stagnant, and there seemed to be lines in her eyes.

Her throat slipped without a trace, and after a moment's daze, she turned her heart down and raised her brows pretending to be frivolous: "This disciple who suffers from the devil's poison is naturally very clear. Open your mouth to beg your disciples?"

Que Qingyun pursed her lips, her eyelids were half-drooped, and her face was troubled.

Although she had expected it, she was still embarrassed by such sharp difficulties.

Yu Lianxin's thumb pulp intentionally or unintentionally strokes Que Qingyun's smooth and smooth jaw line gently, the touch is as delicate as jade, and it is hard to put it down.

If it weren't for the poison, their relationship would not be so stalemate. It's really unpredictable, and the world is impermanent.

His eyes were dim, and Yu Lian felt a stab in his heart, so he let go of his hands slowly, and wanted to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, a soft moan like a mosquito's moan was heard behind him, followed by Que Qingyun's tired voice.

"Lianxin..." She let out a thin breath and called out hoarsely, "...please..."

Just four words seemed to take away all her strength.

But this voice, as light as the wind, shook Yu Lian's heart like a thunderous thunder.

She turned her head suddenly, and saw Que Qingyun drooping her shoulders weakly, and tightly closed her eyes.

A line of clear tears spilled from the corner of her eyes and slowly slid down her cheeks.

The author has something to say: I will update another chapter tonight_(:з」∠)_ with a high probability that it will not pass the review, err, I am so afraid