How many times the group portrait is spring

"Zhelan said he was cold, I have to accompany him." As the night darkened, Yan Huai hugged Ning Qing, motionless, he touched the bead string on Ning Qing's wrist, and the white jade was still there.

It turned out that Ning Qing never wanted to hurt him, but he was self-righteous and wanted to touch that Fanwei dagger.

"Yan Suhui, what nonsense are you talking about?" Yan Zhi seldom called Yan Huai by his full name like this, but Yan Huai was really panicked when he was holding a dead body like this.

"I have to accompany him, my lord." Yan Huai picked up the white jade bead, and in the blink of an eye, the magic weapon dagger that could really hurt him appeared, "I owe him too much time, I have to go earlier, so I can make an appointment Afterlife."

"Are you crazy?! This six realms of reincarnation is incomplete! Where did you and him come from in the next life?! Even if you want to, you have to break Jiuxiaotian and rebuild the six realms with me first!" Yan Zhi had a headache, he didn't know, Yan Huai's mind will also be dizzy, and it's enough to splatter the blood of the devil's palace for miles, but now he wants to die with his own body? !

"But, if you meet someone, bear you and tolerate you, even if you love you, you are not afraid of thousands of hardships and only want to be with you. If you lose him, how will you live?"

"...There is no such person!"

"Yes, my Zhelan, your master." Yan Huai sighed lowly, not paying much attention to Yanzhi's astonished eyes.

"Did you know that when you Yunfuchuan was seriously ill, Rongxie asked me if he could share his soul with you, and he was willing to do whatever it took to just ask for your well-being." Yan Huai pursed his lips, "You know, you have been demented for seven days When you have more time, the only person you trust is Rong Xie, not me."

"My lord, you have only been with Rong Xie for a few years. Maybe you don't even realize your feelings for him, but others can see clearly. From the time he can let you let go of your guard, you should know that he is here You are different from others."

Yan Zhi was speechless, and he couldn't even find a point to refute. He thought that the world was no different from him, but unconsciously, he always thought of Jing Rong. It was him in the dream, but it was him in reality. He was always the only one.

"You asked me what the Nine Heavens' plan is, I can only tell you one word, bypass Rong Xie, don't wait until the two of you are facing each other, you will find out, you don't want to hurt him at all." Yan Huai closed his eyes, and finally It was the reason why he bypassed the Xuantianzong part of his plan.

Bypassing Xuantianzong was not only because of the tyrannical scene, but also for the sake of the banquet. Don't realize that you can't do it until that day.

"...I don't believe it." Yan Zhi retreated, questioning Yan Huai's words with some distrust.

"Everything is up to you, when you are willing to wear the jade pendant that Rong Xie gave you, then you will know."

Yan Huai straightened Ning Qing's temples, and said lightly: "If there is a chance to meet again, it should be nine heavens away. I am still willing to follow the Lord, and I hope everything goes well for the Lord."

"Now, it's time for me to accompany Zhelan."

Yan Zhi thought, he was still too indulgent to Yan Huai.

This piece of loess, engraved with the names of Yan and Ning, a couple, died at their best age, it is God's will to trick people, it is not tolerated by heaven and earth, never asked whether the entrants are willing.

Yan Huai's words came true too quickly, a flying sword flew by, Jing Rong was dressed in white clothes as elegant as before, and his tone was too cold: "You give me back the Zhelan, the banquet is over."

They shouldn't meet again at such a time. Those who died were both close friends. This heartache is unbearable, and old friends are reunited.

Yan Zhi couldn't even utter a joking word, he just sighed softly: "He is willing, how can I repay you, why don't you ask why Nan Siyuan wants to make this mess even worse."

"Nan Siyuan..." Jing Rong was a little hesitant. He had warned Nan Siyuan not to do anything to Ning Qing when he was in the extreme northern region, but in the end...

"Also, someone told me that I would hate to hurt you." Yan Zhi paused, looked up at Jing Rong and said, "What about you, Rong Xie, will you remember that you promised never to hurt me?"

Jing Rong was startled, and when he looked back at the inscription on the ground, he lowered his eyes even more, and said, "I promised, it was always Ling Yun alone, not you Yan Zhi."

Therefore, it was always Mo Lingyun who was favored, not Yan Zhi.

Yan Zhi sneered as if he felt it was amused, and then resumed his lazy tone and said, "Stop staring at my Eastern Realm, Rong Xie, you have nothing to lose."

"I never wanted to get anything." Jing Rong put away the sword, "I am here to be my junior brother, you and I have enmity, and we will end it someday."

He didn't want to argue or even fight in front of Ning Qing's grave. Ning Qing liked to be quiet when he was alive, and his heart was not very good. Now that he is underground, he would not like excessive noise.

"I will also lose my friend Yan Huai forever." Yan Zhi squatted down not far from Jing Rong, "If he hadn't been exposed to this hatred, ignorance, love and hatred, he might be fine now."

Ning Qing is not like that.

"From this point of view, I'm a little envious of your ruthless way, Rong Xie." Yan Zhi glanced at Jing Rong, "It's good to be ruthless and heartless, as if you don't feel pain about anything."

If you don't care about it, you can be careless, and that's a good thing.

Jing Rong closed his eyes, and lit the paper with the light of the fire. On the stele, the three-character pen Ning Zhelan walked around the dragon, presumably it was inscribed in a hurry by Yan Zhi; It turned out that he had always underestimated that these two people were in love with each other.

He originally wanted to bring Zhelan back to his clan, but now it seems that being with Yan Huai is what Zhelan wants most.

Huangquan Road is far away, and it is a blessing to have someone to accompany you.

Jing Rong stood up when the yellow paper burned out, and Yan Zhi said from behind: "Are you afraid of the cold? Rongxie."

"I don't know how to feel warm and cold."

Yes, he has been a baby for dozens of years, so how can he be afraid of cold, heat, summer and winter.

Yan Zhi laughed at himself, his trick of leaving people to say a few words was really bad, maybe he also knew that this was the last time he and Jing Rong lived together peacefully, knowing that the trick was bad, he still wanted to try it.

Seeing Jing Rong's back is getting far away, it seems that reincarnation has seen him thousands of times before, he has never been like this, the highest and most lonely, he has never been alone, and he has never looked back, giving him a look.

"Rong Xie, I..." After a pause, she lowered her gaze.

But Jing Rong only paused for a moment, and never looked back at him as Yan Zhi felt.

Yan Zhi pursed his lips, until now he realized that the word "I" was superfluous, and there was no need to say anything else.

He didn't know what to say, Jing Rong didn't want to hear it.

Perhaps that year when the peak was surrounded by clouds and mists, and among pines and emerald greens in the sky, when he was full of calculations and precautions, it was the scenery that was the most sincere, and this soft heart was given to him.

Jing Rong was a little tired, he couldn't describe the pain. From the perspective of the world, the Taoist Lord seemed not to be born with fatigue and pain, but this short time of only two years has already allowed him to taste all the flavors of the world.

It was a mistake from his blind faith in Mo Lingyun, and the reason for this mistake became bigger and bigger, pushing people forward hastily, and pushing people close to him into the game one by one.

The chaos in this world is not enough, that person has to break the seal of the Demon Locking Tower, and Jing Rong is heartbroken and has been attacked by the enemy. When he suddenly looked back, he had already been separated.

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On the day of the Demon King's enthronement, both the Demon King and Queen died, and the Demon Race that had finally gathered together fell apart. This is undoubtedly great news for the Human Race, and it is also a disaster.

The demon clan who lost their backbone crazily took revenge on the people in the north and the south, and there were monster clans ambushing behind them, making the cultivation world miserable.

At the end of summer, Changchuan Weiyue, the daughter of the headmaster of Changchuan Academy, died in battle, and Changchuanze's line of defense retreated more than a thousand miles.

Changchuan Weiyue has some impressions of Jing Rong. I heard that she was engaged to Duan Changkong, the master of Yaowang Valley Shaogu, only last year, and tonight is actually separated by yin and yang.

"Junior Sister Li is gone too." Qin Wujian's eyes were red and bloodshot, and he didn't know how long he hadn't closed his eyes. He was silent for a long time before sighing softly: "I promised Master that I will protect Junior Sister Li well."

During the battle of the city defense of Yeye City, the Li clan defended the defense line, leaving only Li Yao as the only bloodline.

Now that Li Yao is gone, it is tantamount to announcing the extinction of the Li clan.

Jing Rong sighed very lightly. He seemed to become insensitive after hearing too much bad news. After Yan Huai's death, the demon cultivator and the demon clan who had just joined forces started to quarrel again, so there was no need to defend the battlefield in the east.

"Senior Brother, if there is a way, we should seal the Demon Locking Tower as soon as possible." Qin Wujian sniffed. He has always been an emotional person. If the Demon Locking Tower is not resealed, how many lives will it take to fill the northern and southern borders.

"If possible, I would also like to." Jing Rong glanced at the Ling Xiao Sword in his hand, but unfortunately he has no clue about re-blocking the Demon Tower, Li Zhifeng, the only one who might know the way, kept silent about it.

"I'm not afraid of death or life, but I'm afraid that more innocent people will die here." Qin Wujian's eyes flushed, "I can't retreat an inch in the defense line of the southern border. How can I let the people face the demons directly? go."