Brother, this showman

Ye Wenqing ignored the shouting and killing from below, hugged Feng Lianchen in his arms, and looked at Wenyu eagerly.

Wenyu opened the Qiankun bag, took out the black lacquered piece of sunken wood inside, squinted at Ye Wenqing, and finally fixed his eyes on Feng Lianchen, and said in a cold voice, "There is something missing in this sunken wood."

Ye Wenqing stared wide-eyed in astonishment, looked at the sinking tree, and was amazed: "How is this possible? It has been like this since it appeared from Yuheng Lake."

"That's true." Xuan Yan, who came from Yujian, glanced at the fallen wood in Wenyu's hand, stretched out his slender fingers and tapped on it, frowning slightly, with a complicated look on his face, "The wood spirit is not on it. A sinking tree is no different from an ordinary tree."

"So, this wood spirit was hidden by Feng Lianchen?" A sudden voice interrupted.

Ma Huateng touched his chin and approached, raised his head in the direction of Feng Lianchen, squinted his eyes, and said, "Feng Lianchen, you are really good at it."

"Impossible." Yang Longlong, who was chasing up together, scratched his head, wondering, and looked at his suzerain Yang Leduo, "Sect master, in Yuheng Lake before, this sunken tree clearly still glowed!"

As soon as Yang Longlong said this, he immediately brought back the memory of Yuheng Lake to some people present, especially the disciples of Qingfengmen and Baichuan. After all, they also witnessed the appearance of the sinking tree.

"That's right! Falling into a sinking tree before is indeed different!"

"I remembered that too! Yes, it glowed!"

"That's right, that's when Feng Lianchen held it!"

……

In a few words, the spearhead pointed at Feng Lianchen again, and Sen Leng's gaze wove into a huge net, covering him tightly.

Ye Wenqing turned Feng Lianchen's face into his arms, but Wen Yu threw the sinking wood over one step ahead of him, barely pressing on Feng Lianchen's lap.

A weird scene happened!

When the sinking tree approached Feng Lianchen, the outer layer of dark bark disappeared in an instant as if it had been melted by a raging fire.

The golden inside is even brighter and more gorgeous than the light of the red feather fire phoenix.

Surging spiritual currents surged all over his body, so majestic that he stunned everyone.

Suddenly, Wen Yu and Xuan Yan looked at each other, and they both read the meaning in each other's eyes.

The wood spirit that fell into the water and sunken wood was attached to the body of Feng Lianchen.

Wen Yu looked at Feng Lianchen with a trace of suspicion and intolerance.

The others came to understand one after another, like wolves and tigers, gearing up, ready to go.

Ye Wenqing's expression froze, there seemed to be thousands of dark clouds over his brows, and there was not even a single ray of clarity.He picked up the fallen wood, handed it back to Wenyu, and said in a deep voice: "Master, Mr. Wen, I will come later to apologize to you two."

"Stupid bird, hurry up!"

So Ye Wenqing fled with Feng Lianchen under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

In fact, at this moment, he was panicking in his heart, jumping wildly, and the thick uneasiness engulfed like a surging flood, drowning people in it.The strength in his hand kept getting heavier, he didn't know if he could take Feng Lianchen away from here intact, but he had a hunch that if he stayed any longer, no matter what kind of result he would not be able to bear.

Ye Wenqing lived for nearly 30 years, and it was the first time that he wanted to escape from a certain place so urgently.

Seeing that Chiyu Huofeng was about to rush out of the wild goose formation, Ye Wenqing was ecstatic, and the heart in his throat finally dropped a few inches. He wanted to turn his head to see if the people behind were catching up, but he felt his neck It was brought down by a force.

A gentle touch came from his lips, and the panic in his mind was swept away, leaving nothing but a blank space.

Feng Lianchen's blood-stained fingertips lightly tapped Ye Wenqing's smooth forehead, and a plum-shaped flower like a girl's forehead fell down.The movement of the mouth still refused to stop, licking, licking, sucking, and biting back and forth on his lips like nostalgia, but there was a trace of despair and bitterness in the tenderness.

"Senior brother, I resisted, but it was useless after all." Feng Lianchen reluctantly let go of his hand, looked deeply at Ye Wenqing, greedily traced his face, closed his eyes, and suppressed the pain in his eyes , "Brother, forget about me."

"Feng Lianchen!" Ye Wenqing tightly grasped his withdrawn hand, his pretended strength was hammered to pieces, but he felt a bit sad and helpless as expected.

Ye Wenqing didn't know when tears welled up in his eyes, looked at Feng Lianchen through the hazy water mist, choked up and said, "You brat is getting fatter and fatter. You are coquettishly begging me to be with you, while waiting When I was with you, you didn't want me anymore. Tell me about you, why can you do whatever you want, and do whatever you want. Why are you more difficult to serve than Mr. Wen's little cutie! "

From the corner of his eyes, Feng Lianchen saw the people chasing him, his eyes darkened, and a palm wind hit Ye Wenqing's shoulder, taking the opportunity to break free from his embrace, the nameless in his hand came out in response to the call, and ruthlessly pierced Ye Wenqing's abdomen.

Ye Wenqing knelt down with a plop, and looked at Wuming in disbelief, the dripping blood soaked the gorgeous feathers on the back of the red feather fire phoenix.

The scenes seen in the mysterious mirrors overlapped with the reality, and Feng Lianchen's dark eyes glowed with a strange light, which was more dazzling than any star he had ever seen.There were teardrops that were lingering at the end of his eyes, but they were as heavy as a thousand weights, making his chest hurt and his whole body convulsed.

It turns out that somewhere in the world, there has been a fixed number, and no one else can change it at will.

Ye Wenqing's ashen eyes reflected the faint smile at the corner of Feng Lianchen's mouth, and he couldn't help but smile along with it, and a salty smell spread from the corner of his mouth.

"Feng Lianchen! You bastard!" Furious, Lu Yan threw out Liudan, with a murderous look, straight at Feng Lianchen's face.

Wen Yu called out the giant ax again, shouted angrily, poured enough spiritual power, and swept towards Feng Lianchen with a majestic momentum.

Feng Lianchen had been hacked twice before, but now he was at the end of his strength, and because he had no thoughts of life, he didn't even think about avoiding it, so he took the ax abruptly.

This time, there was no Ye Wenqing who would disobey everyone because of him, no pair of strong hands to hold him, telling him that there was nothing to be afraid of.

Everything is under his control, but everything is out of his range.

Feng Lianchen closed his eyes, and the teardrops that stayed at the end of his eyes for a long time were smashed to pieces by Li Feng.

The group of people fell to the ground, Lu Yan carefully lifted Ye Wenqing off Chiyu Huofeng, and supported him to rest on the rock.

Song Jihua got out of nowhere and got out of nowhere, making her face ashamed.He looked at Ye Wenqing worriedly, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Wenqing, this injury..."

"I can't die." Ye Wenqing brushed away Song Jihua's protruding hand, grabbed the bushes at hand, stood up tremblingly, and looked at the location of the Soul Market.

There were too many people there, and Feng Lianchen couldn't be seen at all.

Ye Wenqing's eyes were full of sadness, he bent down in pain, panting heavily, trying to relieve the soreness in his eyes, he lifted his heavy steps, and walked forward unsteadily.

"Ye Wenqing!" Lu Yan stepped forward and grabbed him, pointing at Wuming who was stuck in his abdomen. Every time he moved, Wuming trembled, and the wound became a little deeper. The blood followed his movement. dripping.

"Do you think you can't die? Feng Lianchen hides the wood spirit in his body, use him and the sunken wood to block the soul market, so as to keep the world peaceful." Lu Yan felt that today was the moment when he was most angry, and They were all facing Ye Wenqing.

"Everyone has made up their minds, Feng Lianchen will definitely die today! Using one person to exchange for peace in the world, there is a trade-off, don't you understand?"

"Is it the right way to kill one person and live a hundred? How innocent are the dead? Just because a hundred people want to live, that person must die? What kind of nonsense is this!" Ye Wenqing roared hoarsely with red eyes, "Why! Why should Feng Lianchen have to die! Isn't he a part of the common people?"

Lu Yan couldn't bear it anymore, slapped Ye Wenqing on the face, pointed at his nose and cursed: "What are you doing with me here! Why should Feng Lianchen die? It's all the result of his own brewing! It's no different from anyone else! "

"Fuck that shit, you're not special to anyone!" Ye Wenqing pushed Lu Yan away, turned around and walked forward, muttering to himself, "What should I do if he dies? If the world is saved, what about me? Whom should I turn to?" ?”

His feet seemed to be filled with lead, and it became more and more difficult to lift them up. He finally walked to the Soul Market, but was forced back a few steps by the powerful spiritual flow, and knelt on the ground in embarrassment.

"Feng Lianchen." Ye Wenqing really didn't have the strength to go forward anymore, he was in a trance for a while, and tried his best to make a sound, calling through the gap in the crowd.

The crowd seemed to feel something, and they involuntarily spread out to both sides, leaving a path that only passed sideways.

The eyes suddenly became bright, and a burst of strong light forced people to keep their eyes open. Ye Wenqing shook his drowsy head, his eyes widened, and stared at Feng Lianchen who was nailed to the sinking wood and was gradually sinking.

"Junior Brother!" Ye Wenqing's eyes were wide open, and he tried to stand up, but fell to the ground again. He could only support the ground with his hands, and walked forward on his knees. The cloth on his knees was worn torn by sand and stones.

Finally, when Ye Wenqing was almost fainting, he arrived at the Soul Market, and with all his strength, he threw a spell to block the formation formed by Xuan Yan.

"Feng Lianchen, look back at me, okay?" Ye Wenqing's lips trembled, with deep pleading and grief in his words, "Look back at me! Do you really want me?"

Feng Lianchen's closed eyes opened a shallow slit of light, but he hid the stars in the sky, clearly reflecting Ye Wenqing.

At this moment, Ye Wenqing seemed to see the scene of the spring water being born and the swallows brushing the willow branches.He couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth, but the tears fell down one step earlier, burning his heart.

"Feng Lianchen." Ye Wenqing's consciousness gradually lost, and the spiritual power in his hands seemed to be gone. He fell straight to the ground, and something seemed to be stripped from his body in a daze.

Feng Lianchen closed his eyes, put his hands on his chest, and had a desperate but gentle smile on his lips.

He wanted to go to the person he liked no matter what, and worked hard to keep it in his hands, but at this moment, he wanted to give it up voluntarily.

Falling water and sinking trees finally blocked the Soul Ruin, everything was dusted, even the dark clouds in the sky dispersed wisely, and pieces of golden armor scattered on the world, portraying this mess everywhere.

The crowd danced and danced, cheering, shouting, and venting wantonly.

everything is over.