Abandoned Immortals

These two lines of tears are comparable to the sharpest knife, piercing my heart suddenly.

Yu Lian's lips turned white, and a gust of cold wind poured into her heart. Not only did her internal organs twist together in pain, but the chill also spread across her limbs and bones.

So far, she has seen Master's tears twice.

The first time was on Wu Zhou Mountain, when she was attacked by the remnants of Sen Luo, which induced the poison. Que Qingyun was by her side, her eyes full of sadness.

The second time is today.

She shed tears twice because of what she did.

Yu Lian's expression was dull, but the grief in her heart was unspeakable.

She instinctively took two steps, and when she suddenly regained her senses, her hand had already touched Que Qingyun's cheek, gently wiping away the wet water marks from the corners of the latter's eyes.

Rationality and emotion clash fiercely. She hates herself for being soft-hearted, indecisive, and not as hard-hearted as Que Qingyun. In this emotional battle, Fang is always led by the nose and always at a disadvantage.

But no matter how deep the hatred was, it couldn't resist the tears that were about to drip from the corners of Que Qingyun's eyes. The high wall she had tried her best to build was easily defeated by Que Qingyun's lonely and deep eyes, leaving the ground in a mess with nowhere to retreat.

Yu Lian gritted her teeth in her heart, went crazy, and became angry and broke Que Qingyun's jaw, making him look directly into her eyes.

The irritated voice was like a muffled thunder, asking: "Why compromise? Why are you so humble?"

It's not at all like the hard-hearted look back then.

Que Qingyun didn't avoid her gaze anymore, her tone was low and her voice was soft: "Emotional matters, you come and go, how can it be called giving in?"

She stared at Yu Lian's heart with deep and complex eyes, with a thin watery light.

"I don't know where the love comes from, but I can't help it." She spoke slowly, her voice hoarse but gentle, "Liaoxin, as a teacher...my heart is pleasing to the king."

"Please, don't be angry again."

Yu Lian stared at her in a daze, with so many thoughts in her mind that she couldn't give a response.

"Master..." She opened her mouth, and her hoarse voice was unknowingly tainted with obscure crying.

No matter how hard it is to be ruthless, the emotions that have been accumulated for several days are like a torrent of broken gates.

He kept saying that he didn't want to believe anymore, wanted revenge, demanded, and tortured as much as possible, so as to relieve the pain in his heart.

But in fact, she wasn't feeling well at all.

The green vines tied around Que Qingyun's arms fell down at the sound, Que Qingyun's body softened, and he fell forward, but before he knelt down on the ground, a pair of jade hands passed under her ribs, caught her firmly, and held her in his arms .

She closed her eyes tiredly, and naturally wrapped her hands around the slender shoulders of the person in front of her. Immediately, the poisonous fire flooded her consciousness.

The bright red dress and the plain white dress are stacked together, and three thousand black and white threads are entangled and spread out on the mottled ground.

Leaning on Que Qingyun's side, Yu Lian leaned over and kissed her eyebrows wantonly, and kissed her lips tenderly.

Light white jade fingers brushed over the sleeves, stroked into the palms, overlapping the palms, meticulously traced the lines between the palms, entered the gaps between the fingers, and clasped the fingers of both hands.

The narrow and dark space is full of heat, the obscure rhymes come and go, and the atmosphere is intertwined.

The broken windows shone in the dark and gloomy sky, casting a pair of hazy shadows on the ground, blocking one or two scattered corners of clothes.

Half of the neon clothes are beautiful and pretty, showing the deep affection.

Singing and dancing gracefully, Bi Yingyao is far away, singing softly and singing Mengtao.

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The scorching flames were slowly extinguished, and Que Qingyun fell into a drowsy sleep.

Yu Lian hugged her heartily, pulled up the scattered clothes to cover their cuddling bodies, and sat quietly for a long time.

She paused for a while, recalling the strange magic lines on Que Qingyun's body, her eyes were dark.

Then he took out a jade box from the storage pouch at the cuff, and took out a strange white flower inside.

Use internal energy to remove impurities, extract the flower juice and liquid, and condense it into a drop of medicinal liquid the size of a thumb.

So he put it in the mouth and bent over to pass it to Que Qingyun.

Then press the palm of Que Qingyun's back, circulate the spiritual energy, spread the power of the medicine, guide the power of the medicine to penetrate the meridians, and dispel the poison rooted in Que Qingyun's body.

There was a slight pain in the lower abdomen, Que Qingyun's face was flushed, and he frowned subconsciously in his sleep.

Seeing it in her heart, Yu Lian used her free hand to smooth the crease between her eyebrows.

The process of curing the poison lasted for half an hour, until all the magic lines under Que Qingyun's abdomen were gone, and Yu Lian withdrew her hand.

Suddenly there was a burst of weakness, and the spiritual energy in the dantian was exhausted. She closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing for a stick of incense. After her physical strength recovered a little, she gathered the clothes for Que Qingyun and changed into clean clothes herself.

Hugging Que Qingyun horizontally, Yu Lian took a step in his heart, and the empty scene in the surrounding fields was full of waves.

In a blink of an eye, she had already left the Mirror Void Secret Realm and returned to the present palace.

The bedroom was still the same as it was when Que Qingyun left. Yu Lian walked into the inner room with the person in her arms in her arms, placed her on the couch, and shook off the soft quilt to cover Que Qingyun.

A small cluster of blue hairs crossed the forehead, covering the eyebrows.

Yu Lian lowered her long eyelashes, suppressed the gloom in her eyes, stretched out her hand to gently brush away the lock of hair, and leaned over to kiss Que Qingyun's brow.

Afterwards, she got up and left without looking at the person on the couch again.

Slowly walking through the imperial garden in the palace, it was late at night, the sky was dark, the scenery was not very beautiful, but the flowers were still blooming beautifully at night.

From time to time, one or two chirps of insects sounded among the blades of grass, making the quiet night even more serene and desolate.

The sky is big and the earth is big, but when she looked at the flowers in the imperial garden, she suddenly found that she seemed to have nowhere to go.

She couldn't untie the knot in her heart, and she didn't dare to trust that person's words like a moth to a flame, but she couldn't be cruel and imprisoned him by her side again.

Those wounds on Que Qingyun's body pierced into her lungs with ten times and a hundred times more pain.

She is willing to self-destruct, but she can't bear to see the embarrassing posture of the supposedly lonely and proud person again, but there is still a ball of cotton in her heart, and she can't let it go easily.

Breathing out the stagnant air in his chest, he stood up and brushed off the dust from his clothes.

Although I don't know where to go, I want to stay away from the hustle and bustle, stay away from the palaces, stay away from the rivers and lakes, and stay away from people who are always worried about but can't be entangled.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he walked out of the palace gate, and stopped suddenly after taking a few steps.

But at the end of the empty long street, there stood a figure as beautiful as snow.

The gates of the pavilions on both sides are closed, there are many shadows, and there is no sound. Only the charming figure is spotless and eye-catching in the quiet night.

Que Qingyun was bathed under the bright and clear moonlight, with three thousand black silk shawls falling down, her figure was ethereal, and her temperament was like a fairy.

But a few hours ago, she was disturbed by the devil's poison, bound by the vines, and imprisoned by her little apprentice in the secret world of the Mirror Void, and it was hard to find the date of return.

Once the shackles on her body are removed, she will soar above the clouds and nine heavens, with arrogance, aloofness and rebellion.

Yu Lian stopped in his heart, and his gaze met in the air.

After a short silence, Que Qingyun took the initiative to approach, walking calmly across the long street.

From that far away horizon, the floating frost scattered all over his body, and he walked to her step by step.

"The promised entanglement from generation to generation, how can you abandon being a teacher?"

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