Floating like a dream · Chasing the heart

"Look at him, hurry up!" Zhan Ying carefully carried Lu Yao to Wang Chen, his eyes full of anxiety.

Wangchen didn't move, and the elders sighed softly behind him.

Everyone watched quietly.

Just when Zhan Ying couldn't bear it and wanted to open his mouth again, Wang Chenfang shook his head, with "powerless" clearly written on his face.

Zhanying staggered violently, hugged Lu Yao and knelt down on the ground, reached out and grabbed the corner of Wangchen's robe, shaking desperately, "How do you know if you haven't tried it! He's not dead yet! He's still in good health, but It's just a little cold, he can wake up, you save him, you save him! Save him...I beg you, save him..."

Wangchen sighed, his eyes revealing an unbearable look.Although he knew Lu Yao's fate from the very beginning, but after all, he raised Lu Yao as his own child bit by bit, so it was impossible not to feel sad.But······

"I really have no choice... Xuechen was transformed by obsession, and it is also the last ray of soul consciousness left after the demon's soul disappeared. When the last soul consciousness is scattered, there will be no more... Let go, this is a destiny."

"Impossible! No way! I don't believe in the destiny of what bullshit! There must be other ways! By the way," Zhanying suddenly thought of something, fumbled over his body anxiously, and found out the gun Mo Yudi, crying and laughing, said: "And this! Isn't this made from Cangwu's dragon horn, there must be his breath on it!"

Wang Chen shook his head, "It's useless."

"How do you know it's useless if you haven't tried it!" Zhan Ying almost roared.

Wangchen said: "Although the Moyu scimitar was made of dragon horns, it was used by you 1000 years ago. It was connected with your breath, drank the blood of sins, and completely severed the connection after the God Sovereign Cangwu fell into the sky. .”

Lu Yao is dead.

Lu Yao couldn't wake up.

Lu Yao's last breath left in this world is gone...

How to do?

Lu Yao, tell me, what should I do?

Zhan Ying hugged his cold body tightly, all his strength was sucked away at this moment, and he couldn't even cry out.Just sitting on the ground like that, hugging tightly, as if if you let go of your hands a little, the person in your arms will disappear, and you can only hug tightly.

What can disappear will eventually disappear, and it is impossible to grasp it.

Light snow began to fall in the sky, and the light snow gradually turned into heavy snow. The first snow of this year, Kunlun Mountain came up very early, and it fell on the tip of the nose, hands, and spread all over the ground.

Eyes pale.

Zhan Ying didn't know what expression he was using to see the person sleeping peacefully in his arms was covered with snow bit by bit, and then became transparent bit by bit with the snowflakes, but his eyes widened, and the pain of breathing disappeared up.

He couldn't grasp it, he couldn't grasp it, and his fingertips were only cold.It seems that they have never met before, and they can't even remember that stern smiling face.My brain hurts thinking about it, I can't remember...

The snow only fell for an hour, and it came and went in a hurry.

Xuan Su left.

The Kunlun disciples standing on both sides walked away.

The elders who hated iron but not steel left.

Wangchen left with a sigh.

Outside the gate of Yunmengguan Mountain, there was only the empty wind, the messy footprints covered by snow again, the cold temperature in him and his arms.

The moon on Kunlun Mountain is so big and round that you can touch it with your hands. It is cool, like Lu Yao's eyes, very bright and beautiful.right?should be.

One year, on the top of Kunlun Mountain, the man who became a demon said to Xuanjizi, "Look, the moon is really round tonight, as bright as the Taoist priest's eyes."

Zhan Ying smiled.

Laughed and laughed and cried again.

His face was cool, a little tense from the wind.

Winter in Kunlun Mountains is particularly like winter. If you don’t wear cotton clothes, you will probably be frozen into popsicles when you go out.It's like tears, which freeze into icy scum before they fall off, piercing people's hearts sorely.

I don't know if it's because the Kunlun Mountains are full of fairy energy, so sitting frozen in the snow all night, he can still gasp for breath with his eyes open, it's really extravagant.

It seemed vaguely that something was approaching, and the rustling sound seemed to be crawling on the ground with its stomach.Oh, it is indeed crawling on the stomach.

Zhanying looked up at the reptile that wrapped itself in its body, and laughed miserably, "You are so stupid, don't you know that snakes have no temperature?"

Yan Qing lowered her head and lightly rubbed Zhanying's face.

Zhan Ying said: "Yan Qing...take me away..."

let's go.He doesn't want to stay here anymore, like a fool.

where to?

"Anywhere."

Looking at the place where Lu Yao used to stay reminds him of Lu Yao, but he can't remember it at all.

The only thing Yan Qing can think of is probably the place where it was born.

The tiger spirit that forced it to run away back then is gone, perhaps because it has a higher level of cultivation and has found a better new territory.

The original cave can't hold Yan Qing's huge body now, but it's enough for Ying to lie down comfortably.Not big, but very warm.The shallow layer of dry grass is not as cold and windy as the Kunlun Mountains, and the heavy snow is blowing. Lying on it, there is a fragrance of grass and trees that have been exposed to the sun.Occasionally, you can hear the crisp sound of birdsong, which is very quiet and pleasant.

There should be a mountain spring not far away, the sound of water rushing against the stones could be heard, and Yan Qingpan's huge figure at the entrance of the cave blocked the glare of the sun, making people feel at ease.

It's just that such a rare peace of mind has added an indescribable emptiness, a emptiness that I have never felt in 19 years.

When he couldn't find his mother when he was a child, Zhanying was never in a trance like he is now. He was more confused about losing his mother, resentful and resentful towards his cruel father, and disgusted with himself.But he still lived a good life, and found real pleasure in indulgence and revenge.

But now, even revenge does not know who to revenge.

The slow beating strength in his chest reminded him every moment that the owner of his heart was gone.

Yes, Mo Lian had no heart at all, and this heart did not belong to him at all.

Yuan Ming said, "After the robbery of Mo Yaoying, Cang Wu cut off the dragon's horn, and formed a lotus heart with thousands of sins. Cang Wu has always admired only one person."

"Lu Yao is not Cang Wu's last ray of divine consciousness remaining in this world."

"Back then, Cangwu tied my Red Luan star life to you with my own hands."

"If you take that red string off, the bond between the two of you will be completely severed from now on."

"So, are you willing too?"

"I am willing!" Zhan Ying replied loudly.

Yes I do.

That's what Zhan Ying said to himself.

There is no good climate like spring in Kunlun Mountains all the year round, and most of the time it is deserted. Lying on the platform on the top of the mountain in summer, you can feel your back numb from the cold.However, because of the abundance of fairy energy, the vegetation grows exceptionally well, and it is lush green all year round. Looking at it this way, it is not so cold.

Xuanjizi couldn't remember how many years it was, and how many times this man beside him came to challenge him.The sun shines on the side of the man's face, the skin is crystal clear and delicate, and a layer of soft down can be seen, without a single pore.Xuanjizi was a little jealous, he clearly looked older than himself, but his skin was younger than himself, and his appearance... seemed to be better than himself.If it wasn't that he couldn't beat him, he really wanted to deform that face severely.

The eyelashes are also so long, looking from one side, it looks like there are two fans erected, and the fanning back and forth makes his hands itchy more and more.Sensing that the man was about to open his eyes, Xuanjizi quickly retracted his gaze, trying to make his expression look in line with Zhangjiao's cool and dignified style.

Well, as the headmaster of Kunlun, you must have your own demeanor in front of the devil.

"Aren't you tired?" The man suddenly turned his head to look at him.

Xuanjizi said: "When do you stop, I won't be tired anymore."

The man gave a low laugh, "Then you should continue to suffer."

The man's voice is thick and powerful. It's rare that he usually speaks in a cool and indifferent tone. He doesn't have the momentum of a devil at all. He smiled softly in his ear, with a little hoarseness. It seems that he can feel the slight rise and fall of his chest. .The breath was also cool, making his ears itchy, and he wanted to escape.He felt that he should clarify his position, at least it would be inappropriate for a cultivator to lie so close to a devil frequently.

"By the way, we have been fighting for so many years, and we haven't decided a winner. If we continue to fight, there may be no results, and we will be exhausted all day long. How about it, if you go back to practice for seven or eight years, I will Seriously improve your swordsmanship, and when the time comes, you will have a good fight, and you will definitely be able to tell the good from the bad." While talking, he moved to the side calmly.

"Seven or eight years?" The man looked at him, his raised eyebrows seemed a little displeased.

"Ah." Xuanjizi responded, thinking that in seven or eight years, he could almost improve several levels, and maybe he could win.However, it is also possible that after seven or eight years, I will go down the mountain and roam around like my master, enjoying a happy life, and then I don't even need to fight, which is actually more worry-free.

But he is a person who has a beginning and an end, and it is really impossible to do such a thing as picking someone halfway.Inexplicably, when I thought that no one would fight with me so heartily in the future, I was still a little bit disappointed.

Thinking about it this way, he felt that seven or eight years was a bit long. He was afraid that he would get impatient and run to find a man to have a big fight, which would be a shame.

The man suddenly said, "I can't wait that long."

"Ah?" Xuanjizi turned around and looked at the man foolishly before he recovered from the cold.

Only after looking at it did he realize that the man leaned over again at some point, with his forehead resting on one hand, his stern face hanging above him condescendingly, looking straight at him.

Xuanjizi suddenly felt short of breath, and subconsciously wanted to move back.The man's face was different from his voice, very oppressive, suddenly getting so close, Xuanjizi didn't know where to put his gaze, after wandering for a long time, it landed on the man's slightly opened and closed lips in a strange way.It is light pink, with sharp curves, but the lips look very soft, like a fruit that has just grown from the back mountain. When you take a bite, the flesh is sweet and juicy.

Hey, the fruit... I really want to eat it.

"Are you avoiding me?" the man said.

It took Xuanjizi a while to realize that the man's words referred to those seven or eight years. He breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't move his body obviously anymore, and he twitched his mouth and said, "How can I. I can't beat you, you You can't beat me too, I'm afraid you can't beat me if you eat me in one bite."

After speaking, I wanted to bite my tongue off.Eat, eat, know to eat!Go to the back mountain for a while to eat!