The wind of the thunderbolt

How long?

three days?four days?

Or has it been a thousand years?

What time?What space?This is where?It has nothing to do with me!

Xiang Ling, who stood still in the same place, hugged Fengxiu's master's remnant body tightly, maintaining that rigid posture all the time, his mind was blank.

"Lingqing." Nanfeng Bujing said with a hoarse voice, "The deceased is gone, let's rest in the earth." After finishing speaking, he wanted to take over Master Fengxiu who was in Xiang Ling's arms.

Xiang Ling subconsciously hugged Master Fengxiu tightly - no one can take him away from her, no one can~even the god of death!

"Sorry." Nan Feng Bujing dropped the knife, knocking out Xiang Ling who was already on the verge of physical and mental limits.

When she woke up, she was already in Liuchu Piaoying.

'This seems to be a dream... Yes, this is a dream, otherwise, how could I be in Liuchu Piaoying! Xiang Ling, awakened by the nightmare, sat up and wiped the sweat from her head.

In the peach blossom forest, a sliver of fresh loess stood up, and the newly engraved tombstone was stained with blood—it turned out to be four big characters written in blood——'Tomb of Fengxiu'.

With a haggard face, Nan Feng Bujing leaned against the tomb, picked up a jug of sake, and slowly sprinkled it on the fresh soil.

"Zeng Beijiu wanted to have a drink with you, but I didn't expect that this jug of wine was made in such a way..." The last time I got drunk, it turned out to be an eternal farewell, Nan Feng Bujing couldn't tell what it was like.

"What I owe you will never be cleared, Fengxiu, why are you so complicated." Nan Feng Bujing picked up the jug and took a few sips. "If you leave like this, she will engrave you in her heart for the rest of her life. No one can surpass your weight in her heart. I have to say, you are beautiful."

"This..." Xiang Ling found after waking up, pointing at the stone tablet engraved with "Fengxiu's Tomb", his figure was precarious. 'It turned out that the dream was just my wishful thinking. From then on, he really disappeared in the world. '

"Lingqing, you can rest for a while." Nan Feng Bujing took Xiang Ling's hand and found that there was no trace of blood on her face. "Did the poison strike again?"

Gently breaking away from Nan Feng Bu Jing's hand, Xiang Ling looked at the pile of loess in silence.

So long that Nanfeng Bujing couldn't even feel her existence, Nanfeng Bujing hugged her from behind and hugged her tightly to his chest, afraid that in the blink of an eye, she would ride the wind and disappear like this,

"Hey, Feng Qing," Xiang Ling turned around and looked at Nan Feng Bujing's equally haggard face, "Don't remind me of that scene again, even if it's only a quarter of an hour! Please..."

Nan Feng Bujing caressed Xiang Ling's pale face, his fingers lingering on the bloodless lips, "Are you sure?"

Until now, Nanfeng Bujing still doesn't want to go against her will, so don't punish yourself to make the living feel sorry, okay?

Xiang Ling didn't answer, she couldn't see the focus of her eyes on her confused face, she gradually leaned over, stood on tiptoe, and kissed Nanfeng Bujing's thin lips that had a faint fragrance of peach blossom stuffing.

Only the moment of kissing him can forget all the sorrows in the world. Therefore, if the death of Master Fengxiu is Xiangling's deepest despair, then Nanfeng Bujing's kiss is Xiangling's final salvation.

There are few stars scattered in the silver-blue sky, and the cold moonlight slowly shines on the two embracing people, making the white clothes better than the snow, like gods.

After the passionate kiss, the two hugged each other tightly, panting lightly.

Xiang Ling's face was flushed slightly, suppressing the pain in his chest that came again, and looking back at Master Fengxiu's tombstone.

A ray of crystal flashed across Xiang Ling's face and dripped into endless dust.

"This is the last tear I shed for you." Xiang Ling wiped the wet marks from the corners of his eyes casually, "Tomorrow, I will return to Killing Broken Island."

"Huo Zhai Buddha Prison will not let you pass easily." Nan Feng Bu Jing looked at the little purple spots on her white clothes, "I will accompany you."

Xiang Ling's face suddenly turned to Nan Feng Bu Jing, "You..."

Nan Feng Bujing nodded lightly, "Now that the master of Fengxiu has returned to dust, you fight against a country alone, and there are always more strengths with multiple people."

"Have you figured it out? You just recognized your father..." How can you get over the fact that the south wind is not competing?This warmth is her last tie to this dirty world.

"My father belongs to my mother. He and I were strangers to each other. With him by my mother's side, I have nothing to worry about now."

Wherever Lingqing goes, there will be Fengqing, Xiangling, Nanfeng Bujing is destined to be with you through life and death.

"Hey, Fengran, did you see? I'm not alone." Xiang Ling held Nan Feng Bujing's hand tightly, "You won't be alone in Huangquan soon."

"Fengran, I don't know martial arts, I only have this useless spiritual power, and I don't even have the ability to avenge you with my own hands.

But~ I swear here, I will let the entire Huo Zhai Buddha Prison be buried with you.

For this, pay any price! '

Huo Zhai Buddha Prison

You better hope you catch me on the way back to the Isle of Slaughter.

Otherwise, just wait for the flames of revenge from the Slaughter Broken Island!

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