[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

Acupuncture point, hug her limp to the couch and lie down.

"Sister-in-law, forgive Yang Chan's selfishness, and I can't let you risk yourself. I really don't know what else I can do for my second brother. I can only protect you for him. You sleep peacefully and wait I'll bring my second brother back properly."

……

The boundless darkness and emptiness make people completely lose the sense of time and space, and they are so overwhelmed that they are almost suffocated by this chaotic and unexplored emptiness.

She tried her best to see, and there seemed to be a faint stream of light in the nothingness, like a golden starburst, or like a silver-blue ripple.

The deep fear gradually melted away under the gaze of the streamer, and the blood in the whole body seemed to start to flow normally again, but the streamer became less and less real, and slowly, slowly extinguished.

She quickly reached out to explore, and suddenly touched the cool and soft hair, as well as the bare skin.

She inhaled in surprise, she was wrapped in a hot embrace, and her low breath was tightly in her ears.

The man seemed to have heard her movement, and raised his head, a pair of deep pool-like pupils rippling in the darkness.The fingertips gently traced her browbones, and the calloused palms gently brushed her cheeks, as if they were gently sweeping across the tip of her heart.

"Cunxin..." He called her in a low voice.

She responded uncertainly, and the tense feeling of stiffness returned to her body all at once.

A hot kiss was printed on her forehead, "I named our future child."

"What?" Ao Cunxin was stunned.

"Xiaodai. Xiaoyun's Xiao, Shandai's Dai." The man's deep voice flowed through the quiet night, wrapping her stiff body and mind firmly, "Lianqing's smoky brows and shallow Daisy lock my dream of the seventh world." Xiaoxiao."

The white head and the flowers are old before, and I miss every inch of my life.

……

The cold and hard pain came from the shoulder and ankle, and Ao Cunxin opened his eyes in a daze, and found that he was lying on the ground with the quilt and pillow in his arms.

She slowly got up from the floor, feeling an indescribable sadness welling up in her heart.

Beside the plain quilt, there is a glaring red spot, on which there are mottled words.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally possessed herself to pick it up, but she didn't dare to take it too fast, as if she was afraid of being burned by its fiery color.

Since the farewell to Qing, this dream has lingered.

Misty world, where to send this heart.

At that time, it was very wrong, and this hatred has no end.

……

Scrawled three lines, written in blood.

Ao Cunxin took a deep breath, as if he was dying in the seawater in the middle of the night.

fraud.

Why did he write like this!

Do you bite your fingertips and chat with blood instead of ink in the sleepless night, or miss her tenderness because of the pain of the wound after a certain injury?Or, he wants to go back to the moment when he lifted his hijab to change an unbearable ending?

"Liar, liar! You are already a god of justice who is an extremely immortal minister, and Zhenjun Erlang who has power over the government and the public. Why do you pretend to be a sad person who is alone with Liang Ye in front of little Fang Pa! Who are you acting for! "

Ao Cunxin threw it out desperately, hot tears fell on her clothes, bright red yarn floated in the air, and hysterical cries resounded in the deserted room with no lights or candles.

Who was he thinking about at that time?

Is it me?

Standing in the empty room, she stared blankly at the flying red gauze, watching it roll and fall silently like a sea of ​​red flames, like a discarded soul struggling stubbornly in a nightmare that could not wake up.

so tired……

She knelt down on the cold ground as if exhausted, and closed her eyes in pain, but the face in front of her eyes became clearer. He looked at her lightly, happily, angrily, and painfully, layer by layer from the depths of his mind. pop up.

The first time she met him at Guanjiangkou, she was fascinated by those eyes that were as clear as cold stars. Such a gentle man with a hidden hero, poked her heart with every gesture, making her sink infinitely.

Did he love her, marry her, kiss her, be with her...

……

"My girl and I hit it off right away, today we just reunite after a farewell."

……

So, do you love me or not, miss me or not, do you want me?

She broke down and cried out loudly, like the scream of a small animal.It turns out that I have never escaped from the Saha Valley, and those recited Buddhist scriptures have never saved her. Love is parted, resentment and hatred are met, nothing can be desired, greed, hatred and ignorance, everything is a lot!

"Yang Jian...Yang Jian...what are you thinking? Why can't I remember anything, what happened between us, what happened—"

dark

"Yunyao, have you decided?" The black robe stood on the top of Xiqi, overlooking the scorched-earth Phoenix Valley where people were fighting like ants.

"It is enough to have the Three Holy Mothers. Ao Cunxin has Buddha Dan bestowed by the Tathagata in his body, which can help us find the relics in the future. It would be a pity to kill her now."

The black robe squinted at Feng Yunyao, his face hidden in the shadow of the big black hat, "You just softened your heart."

"I always remember to avenge my parents. I must make Yang Jian's life worse than death, and experience the pain of losing a loved one. Today, the Heavenly Court is almost out, trying to catch us by surprise. In such a chaotic and dangerous scene, if the Three Holy Mothers appear, It just proves that she and Yang Jian are deeply in love with each other, so we will kill her as a sacrifice to our parents; if she does not show up, Yunyao will be willing to admit her mistake and never let Ao Cunxin go, okay?"

"I have advised you to kill Yang Jian's wife, but you have been refusing to do it for a long time. Have you taken the plan of revenge to heart?"

"It's not like you don't know about my friendship with Sister Ao..." A past incident entered her mind, Feng Yunyao's pupils shrank suddenly, she grabbed the sleeve of the black robe suddenly, and squinted at him, "Brother, what do you say?" To be honest, how did Master know that I asked Sister Ao to help me find the relic? Did you tell me? You have been urging me to take revenge these years. Are you fighting against me, or are you just using me to do it? A knife in your hand?"

A series of sharp questions pierced his ears, and the black robe was taken aback for a moment, then pressed Feng Yunyao's shoulder in a bit of a loss, and said in a soft tone: "Isn't the child having a temper again? Yunyao, after treating you for brother Xin, don’t you know? I was the one who said it too harshly just now, I’m going to apologize to Yunyao for my brother, you can do anything according to you, as long as Yunyao is happy!”

Just as they were talking, a yellow-clothed monk appeared silently behind the two of them, clasped his hands together, "Holy Aunt, Archmage, and the Holy Envoy of the Black Lotus have gone to set up the formation, and we just wait for the Three Holy Mothers to make a move. In addition, the guards from the back mountain came to report, Several disciples witnessed Liu Chenxiang appearing alone, escorting the Qishan monsters who had not joined our sect to escape from the battlefield."

Yun Yao snorted, "If Liu Chenxiang really has the heart, he should come to see me directly. Presumably he has not received the imperial decree, and he will not be directly involved in today's battle, otherwise he would not act secretly alone. Pass on my decree, Don't stop Liu Chenxiang. Let him experience Tianting's disregard for the monster race, and he can stand in the camp as soon as possible."

……

Recently, the wind and wind are chaotic, the sky is abnormal, and the cold winter is coming. Most of the mortal landscapes are dead trees, grasses withered, and even large pieces of loess are exposed. Many mountains have become barren like huge graves. .

In a private school at the foot of Mount Hua, more than a dozen teenagers said goodbye respectfully to the middle-aged gentleman, put their schoolbags on their backs and dispersed.

It's nothing more than wars between gods and demons, and even the western border of the mortal world is not very peaceful.The Huayin area is not considered rich, and coupled with the difficult times in the world, there are not many families that can support their children to go to school.The tuition fee of this school is low, and the master is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, which can be regarded as opening up a way of life for the poor who pin their hopes on the imperial examination.

A young man in a light yellow dress strode into the school, with a smile on his face, he looked for the teacher who was packing the books in the inner room familiarly.

"Father, I will accompany you home."

Today was abnormal, the dark clouds gathered elsewhere, and it was rare that the dazzling light of the setting sun could shine through, coating the handsome young man standing at the door with a brilliant layer of gold.

"where did you go?"

Originally it was just a casual question, but Chen Xiang hesitated a bit.

Chen Xiang followed her mother's clever and shrewd temperament, and was a well-known troublemaker in Liujia Village when she was young.Liu Yanchang raised him until he was 16 years old by himself, and he didn't know how much brains he spent fighting wits and courage.Now that he is getting older, he is less likely to lie in front of his father.

Knowing a son is like a father, Liu Yanchang glanced at Chen Xiang, then continued to walk forward in silence, the father and son were speechless all the way.

Turning around the mountain road and going up to the magnificent West Peak of Huashan Mountain, you can see a bamboo and wood simple house in the peach forest, which is simple in style, spacious and elegant.The setting sun is about to fall, the sunset glow is gradually closing, and the warm yellow candlelight is half-transparent from the window.

Liu Yanchang sat down on the bamboo chair outside the house, and pulled the bamboo chair next to him closer, "Chen Xiang, sit down."

In the winter evening, the wind is howling, but the west peak is as warm as spring because it is full of fairy spirit.

"I heard that the Jade Emperor intended to call you to heaven last year, but did you forcefully refuse?" Liu Yanchang leaned on the back of the bamboo chair and looked at Chen Xiang who was looking away, with a clear and firm determination on his gentle face, "You have matured all these years Quite a lot, I am much more capable than my father, but you must always remember that my Liu family is not afraid of the world, but I will never go against the way." He patted the back of Chen Xiang's hand, slowly got up, "I can do it myself. "

"Father, if one day, you feel that the sky is wrong, will you still follow the way that the sky respects?"

"Heaven can be changed, but Dao remains unchanged. It does not exist for Yao and does not perish for Jie."

Chen Xiang seemed to be dazed for a moment, and seemed to be just looking at his father's unchanged face for many years. After a long time, he said with a smile: "I can smell the smell of the food. Xiaoyu must have cooked the food. Is my mother coming back soon?" ? I hurried to help serve the meal, or Xiaoyu would blame me for not being considerate to her."

Looking at Chen Xiang's back as he walked quickly into the house, Liu Yanchang's brows gradually furrowed, staying in the stagnant folds of his 40s.