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"What do Master like to do on weekdays?" Yan Zhi asked casually, and Jing Rong answered seriously: "Practice, meditate."

"It's not called liking." Yan Zhi was a little dumbfounded, but Pian Jingrong asked him very seriously: "Then what is liking?"

"...Like you like sweets, like fish like water, like clouds adore the moon." The record of the banquet said that Jing Rong was still young, so she thought carefully about her words.

"Then I like you." Jing Rong's casual words successfully stopped Yan Zhi's heartbeat, and he said in disbelief, "Like me?"

"Yeah." Jing Rong nodded and said, "Ling Xiao Peak is too quiet, it's just right to have you one more, I like it very much."

It turned out that Jing Rong was also afraid of being alone when he was a teenager. It turned out that he was never what he had seen or heard, and he was the most arrogant.

As for the scene in this world, whether he is afraid or not, he is alone.

Rong Xie, whom they keep calling for, is that what Jing Rong wants?Or, this high position has always been a burden to Jing Rong.

Yan Zhi's chest was aching, he pursed his lips and turned his head, and when he looked back at Jing Rong, he saw some worry in his eyes, and asked him: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay... just my chest feels tight..." Yan Zhi pulled the corners of his lips, and then Jing Rong said to him: "If you feel unwell, I'll go to Uncle Qingxuan to get the medicine, you don't have to force yourself."

"It's really fine..." Yan Zhi shook his head, looked at Jing Rong hesitantly and said, "Just stay with me..."

This is something he dare not mention to Jing Rong in the present world, but if it is the present, he thinks, Jing Rong should be willing.

Jing Rong tilted his head in bewilderment when he heard the words, but still answered: "Okay."

very nice……

It's not that he can't tell the truth from reality, but if it is such a scene, it would be better to indulge in it for a while.

But the reality is always unsatisfactory. The area where Ling Xiaofeng imprisoned monsters was breached, and a vicious Nascent Soul monster escaped. On this Ling Xiaofeng, Jing Rong was the only one for many years.

Even though he is the proud son of heaven, he is only at the golden core stage now.

The young man with the sword alone looked so lonely that he was almost submerged under the shadow of the big monster, but he was still firm and said word by word: "I won't let you escape."

Even if the big monster almost overturned the boy with a gust of wind, its sharp claws came straight to Jing Rong's heart.

The evil wind in the air is clearly audible, it is strong and weak, and it hurts the heart.

"Master!"

It was the seven-star sword in his palm that came out, and it was he who embraced Jing Rong to dispel the blow of the big monster for him, and the big monster was annihilated in the brilliance in a flip of his hand.

Jing Rong who was still in Yan Zhi's arms seemed to be startled, and was speechless for a long time, until Yan Zhi shook his hand in a panic, and asked in a voice: "Master... are you okay... are you injured?"

Jing Rong's eyes were as clear as before, but he looked at Yan Zhi with a little disappointment, he slowly withdrew his hand, and said word by word: "You lied to me."

you have been lying to me...

Yan Zhi's eyes became hot, and he couldn't say anything to refute. He wanted to hold back Jing Rong, but suddenly the snow fell from Ling Xiao, and Jing Rong also disappeared into the snow little by little, leaving him with a pair of extremely disappointed eyes.

"Listen to my explanation...I won't lie to you anymore...I won't lie to you anymore..." Yan Zhi held his hands on his forehead and broke down in tears, turning to his side without any scenery to accompany him.

"I won't lie to you...don't go...!"

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"But I... I really like you..." Mo Lingyun was a little incoherent, he didn't understand why his sincere words would make Jing Rong angry, but he still wanted to tell him that he liked him.

Jing Rong probably didn't want to hear it.

When the Ling Xiao sword sank into his chest, Mo Lingyun blinked his eyes in confusion, his gaze slowly slid down, and finally landed on the bone-piercing long sword. Blood slowly overflowed from the side of the sword and stained his black clothes deeper. Mo Lingyun licked the corner of his lips in a daze, it was slightly salty.

"It doesn't matter if you don't like me, it's enough for me to like you..." When Fu raised his eyes, he saw Jing Rong's eyes drooping, and there was a touch of red at the corner of his eyes, silently revealing Jing Rong's state of mind.

Mo Lingyun swallowed the blood foam in his mouth, stretched out his hand to touch the corners of Jing Rong's eyes, and said softly: "Everything is an illusion, what you see is not real, and I am also fake..."

"But you, why are you crying..." The long sword penetrated a few inches further into the bone, no matter how hard it was to support the broken heart, Mo Lingyun staggered and let go, still refusing to look away from the sword holder.

Until the long sword turned, Mo Lingyun couldn't hold back anymore and fell to his knees. Jing Rong drew his sword and let the red blood cover the ground, and lowered his eyes, refusing to look at Mo Lingyun again.

"I'm fake... This small world is also fake..." Mo Lingyun smiled wryly as he covered his bleeding chest, bent down unconsciously, and only the unstoppable blood trickled down the gap between his fingers. When he landed on the ground, he still wanted to say, "So...don't cry, okay..."

"Don't cry anymore... You cry so hard that I feel so sad..." The increasingly weak phantom disappeared little by little, and everything that was originally warm also disappeared, leaving only this emptiness, where one person and one sword stood upright.

Before this, Jing Rong never knew that the heart demon tribulation was originally, even if he was defeated, he had to keep his tenderness until the last moment to deepen the tribulation of the heart.

I loved him when I didn't even know it.Jing Rong took a deep breath and covered his burning eyes.

"You are the supreme god in this world." The guardian spirit of the heavens is still preaching, "No one, and no god, can stop your steps. Even the way of heaven must make way for you."

When the light beam symbolizing inheritance falls, the world collapses and annihilates. Du Jingrong covers his face with his hands and is trapped in the center. Ling Xiaojian hums softly as if it can sense his sadness, circles around Jingrong, and also replaces him. It blocked the dust and debris that fell when a small world was broken.

They all know that the collapse of this small world has brought about the Nirvana rebirth of the Demon Locking Tower. All the monsters who fled from the Demon Locking Tower will return to their original positions, and the seal of the Demon Locking Tower will also return to the original point of origin. go.

It turns out that you can pretend that he doesn't exist by pretending not to see him.

Jing Rong felt pain in his heart, and stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the Ling Xiao Sword that had been protecting him since he entered the Demon Locking Tower. He remembered, he remembered the strange familiarity when he first saw the Ling Xiao Sword, and he also remembered that it was a certain person who broke the blood. Opened the Lingxiao Sword seal.

He cultivated this ruthless avenue to give birth to love for one person, and why, even the way of heaven would give him three points...

"I will definitely restore prosperity and peace to this world." His eyes were reddish, and his fingertips slowly stroked the scabbard. The respected Daoist Rong Xie would not cry, nor could he.

Let him do a few more moments of scenery, and after that, he will be the supreme Taoist Rongxie, the defender of the Tao in this peaceful world, and has nothing to do with the complicated world.

There are thousands of things, but in the end, Huangliang's dream is broken and nothing.

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In the midst of the battle between heaven and earth, Yan Zhi heard the sound of war songs, and under the flames of war, he had already drawn his bow and stood upright, and his arrows never missed.

The long arrow was pointing at a person dressed in plain clothes and white clothes. When the familiar figure looked back, Yan Zhi let go of the arrow in his hand, and said hoarsely, "Jing Rong... Master?!"

But the picture was instantly shattered, like a young man's face, and he couldn't find it anymore.

"I was wrong... I was really wrong... Can you come out..." This belated recognition of his mind, it turned out that Jing Rong had already surpassed his weight in his heart before he knew it. overlord.

"I'll never lie to you again...never again...I'll just be your Lingyun...okay..." Yan Zhi roared hysterically, only Jianyao Jingrong smiled desolately in his broken tearful eyes.

What is beyond Jiuxiaotian...it doesn't matter anymore...he only wants to find Jing Rong, he only wants him.

It turned out that the kiss before leaving the sect secretly hid the sincerity that he didn't know. It turned out that the longing for Jing Rong had long been inseparable.

This heartache was so extreme that it was not just a feeling. Yan Zhi was a little dizzy, holding on to the Seven Star Sword as he staggered forward amidst the desolation, he murmured to himself: "It's fine if you kill me... don't miss me... ...Jingrong..."

It was Jing Rong, his Jing Rong, the best master in the world, not the Taoist Rong Xie who enjoyed the highest reputation.

Under the boundless desolation, the man who had never left him behind turned around with his sword.

"You said, pay me with your life."