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Jing Rong accepted Yan Huai's autographed letter, and he asked him to keep the promise he owed him. The only thing left in the letter was: take good care of Zhelan, and never tell him.

Never tell Zhelan, Yan Huai's promise to him is to take good care of him?

But Zhelan wasn't even by his side, how could he fulfill his promise?Besides, why did Yan Huai tell him the location of the magic palace?

Jing Rong looked at the letter paper and frowned, and found Ning Qinghun Lamp in his palm, clearly still burning well, Yan Huai was planning something.

As for the Demon Palace, when the Queen hijacked the Demon Lord, it was in a mess. When the guard monks came in a hurry, the second person who could be the master in the Demon Palace, the Demon Lord had already frowned, seeing the dagger leave. As Yan Huai's neck got closer, he could only hold his breath and said, "Everyone, step back."

And those monks who saw Ning Qing's success surrounded Ning Qing happily, guarding against those demon cultivators and demons who surrounded them.

"Where did the wound on your wrist come from?" Ning Qing's tone was still low, but Yan Huai was taken aback. He really didn't expect that Ning Qing would notice the wound that he had tried hard to hide, let alone that such a Under the circumstances, he still misses him.

But he couldn't answer.

Yan Huaiquan remained silent, and only moved closer to Ning Qing to make it easier for him to hold him back.

Ning Qing paused, and the smile on his face disappeared. He dragged Yan Huai down the steps step by step, and asked the second question: "Why don't you resist? With your skill, it is absolutely unreasonable."

"...I will let you get out alive, trust me." Yan Huai paused, and answered very lightly.

"Master, why bother talking nonsense with this demon king, we will be free when we get out of the demon palace." A disciple who was closer to him answered the call. Something, but he couldn't hear it.

Ning Qing didn't speak for a long time, it was Yan Huai who consciously moved closer to the dagger, and the spilled blood successfully made the demons in the front circle retreat a little.

"...You already knew." Ning Qing silently retracted the dagger, not letting the sharp blade hurt Yan Huai again.

"...Moyue is clearer." Yan Huai would not lie, he lowered his gaze for a moment, unable to think of any comforting words, only a clumsy sentence: "Zhelan don't be afraid, you will be free when you leave the palace gate... ..."

Zhelan don't be afraid...

Ning Qing's eyes became hot, as if no matter how difficult it was, Yan Huai said these words to him, from the blind man who held his hand in Xuantianzong to the supreme monarch who is being held hostage today.

"...How could I hurt you, how could I hurt you." Ning Qing smiled and shed tears, and he pulled Yan Huai down the last long step, "It's too difficult to choose between you and senior brother, let me Be selfish, I won't choose anyone, okay..."

It was him who turned his sword and pierced straight to the door of his heart, it was Yan Huai who was stunned, red blood splashed down, Yan Huai's voice became hoarse, and he was also full of bewilderment, watching Ning Qing slip and fall on the steps.

It was he who was dressed in red, and still wanted to tell him with tears in his smile: "You know I won't live long, how could I not know..."

"Don't save me... don't save me... Go back..." It was Ning Qing who reached out to block Yan Huai's source of power, "It's just futile, my choice is really difficult..."

Yan Huai hastily hugged Ning Qing, who had lost his vitality, and he shook the crowd around ten feet away, and said in a trembling voice: "I...I won't let you choose...I will save you..."

"I'll take you back to senior brother... I'll give you whatever you want..." There was warmth falling from his cheeks, and Ning Qing gently caressed it away. Infiltrated, only he trembled: "I beg you..."

Please don't leave me like this...

Ke Ningqing said: "I'm a little cold, backtracking..."

"If there is an afterlife, I will never let you go..."

The reason why he came to this situation may be because he has always been conceited, never thought that he would be firmly chosen, and he did not think that anyone would insist on him.

He thought that if Zhelan had a hard time making a choice, it would be a good thing for him to personally send him back.

In the old days, Zhelan used the fan he gave him to slide across his neck, and the extra string of hibiscus stones on Zhelan's wrist.

He thought he wanted to leave, even if he was killed as a price.

But after all, he underestimated his weight in Ning Qing's heart.

It turned out that the one who was loved without knowing it was him from the beginning to the end.

Yan Huai hugged Ning Qing and got up slowly. The sky and the earth changed only for a moment, and it was still a cloudless sky, but suddenly dark clouds appeared and thunder swept across.

"The person I tried my best to protect, in your hands, has become a pawn again and again..." Yan Huai's eyes were sour, but no matter how difficult it was to shed tears, from the moment Ning Qing stopped breathing, his heart was cold .

He originally thought that he would make Zhelan feel better if he indulged the so-called righteous calculations, but he didn't expect that in the end, it was he and these people who drove Zhelan to a dead end.

"What's wrong with Zhelan, what are you waiting for?!" The demon king was angry, blood spattered three feet, and even a million dead bodies were not enough to extinguish.

"Falling in love with you, who is neither human nor devil, is his biggest mistake!" Nan Siyuan made countless calculations, and he did not hesitate to abandon his name as a Taoist cultivator, but it still fell short in Ning Qing's hands. Don't get angry.

What's more, Yan Huai was furious today, and those who were present in the cultivation world might not even think about living.

"Is it wrong to love me?" Yan Huai's voice dropped, and he laughed for the first time, but the smile was very miserable. He only gave him a cold look, and then thunder cascaded down, piercing the monk's bones.

"He just wants to love me... We have never hurt innocent people, and he has never harmed his colleagues... What are you doing?! Relying on mere blood, mere rules will force him to come here?!"

He remembered, maybe when Ning Qing's vitality stopped for a moment, the love Gu that had suppressed him for more than ten years also disappeared with Ning Qing.

Obviously earlier, he was just an ordinary person who lived cautiously and longed to be loved...

Perhaps even more crippled than ordinary people, he is just a cripple who has no spiritual power and can't see.

Even if he knew who the person who killed him and caused him to be in this situation, he couldn't bear the slightest thought of revenge.

He just wanted to live and not get into any entanglement anymore.

Meeting Zhelan was his luck among all misfortunes.

Zhelan is a very good person, he doesn't think he can't see, and he doesn't think how dirty he is in the slums, he just asks him.

Do you want to come with me?

There will never be a more gentle person than Zhelan in the world. He will lead him on a walk, read to him, and tell him something new about the day. It is he who gave Yan Huai all the tenderness.

It was the same Zhelan, who was pressed down by Xuantianzong and knelt down to admit his mistakes, and was admonished to expel him from the sect, and Zhelan embraced him regardless, and took the whipping that should have belonged to him for him. His voice was trembling, and he still had to tell him.

Go back, don't be afraid.

It was his meridians that had been abolished, and when he was dying, Zhelan secretly took him out, and it was Zhelan who saw his body covered in scars and cried harder than him.

It was Zhelan who randomly stuffed the life-saving elixir he had accumulated over the years into his mouth, holding him trembling in the rainy night in the dense forest of the Eastern Realm, and still wanted to say: "Live...you must live...go back... "

"I can only do this, don't blame me... Backtracking..."

How much courage does it take for the son of Tianjiao from the righteous sect to sneak him to the territory of the demon cultivator?

"If... if I go here, I can still live, I will definitely find you..." It was also Zhelan, who stopped looking for him because of Xuantianzong, took him away and returned to the sect alone.

Such a gentle person, what did he do wrong? After more than ten years, he was driven to a dead end because of the same thing.

Is loving him the biggest mistake in this world?

"You are not even worthy of being buried by Zhelan." Yan Huai's tone became colder, and the heavy rain was still hard to wash away the blood.

He staggered and knelt around Ning Qing, hugged the person in his arms tighter, and muttered to himself: "You said you were afraid of the cold...how could I be cold without you...Zhe Lan ..."

Ning Qing's soul lamp went out only for a moment, and the majestic rain came at the same moment, the scene froze, and wanted to tell himself that the lamp was blown out by the wind, or the rain was blown out, but the wind came when the lamp rested. Afterwards, he couldn't be more clear that this soul lamp cannot be extinguished by other forces.

"Zhelan..." Jing Rong trembled, and raised the sword in his hand to plunder the southeast Demon Palace.

He remembers, he clearly remembers, today is an auspicious day for Zhelan, why does the soul lamp die here?

With Yan Huai's ability, he was clearly able to protect Zhelan, so when did he make a mistake?This disaster took away his junior sister, even his junior brother...

He used to think that everything would be fine...as long as he was responsible for it all, but now, the master is gone, the apprentice is gone, the junior sister is gone, and the junior brother is gone?

Who will go next?It's him?Is there no sword?Or for no reason?

This plain onyx has never faded since it was put on at the beginning of last spring.