A certain attack stole the cabbage from Tiandi's house

Li Xuehan died.Died on the first day of December in the 28th year of Tianxiang at the age of 17.

The copper bell made a deep thud, piercing through the jade wall of clouds.Warm rays of light rose slowly, penetrating through the transparent glass windows of a towering 99-story golden pagoda among the clouds, and the strong light was reflected on the face of a beauty below. The beauty frowned, and subconsciously blocked the light with her hands. His eyes are as beautiful as autumn water.

The light above the head is seven horizontal and eight vertical, illuminating the narrow and high Feixian Pagoda like dusk.The beauty got up and looked around. There were dark red walls on all sides. When she raised her head, there was a small swastika in the center of the distant tower top, casting a big shadow under her feet.

The beauty looked down at her hands and robe, there was no trace of blood on the snow-white plain clothes, she was a little fluttering when she walked, and her body was as light as a goose feather.Is he really dead...

There is no one and nothing in the tower. Will the person after death be locked in the tower for a lifetime?

"This is a dream, not hell. Even if you go to hell, I will cover you. Don't be afraid, death is not scary."

The beauty Li Xuehan suddenly remembered what Nangong Ling had said to him before, and gained a little courage, but suddenly felt sad.I don't know what Nangong Ling will look like when he sees his body after returning home... I hope he can forget about himself and live a good life...

Just as he was thinking so, footsteps suddenly appeared behind him, accompanied by a few quick breaths.Li Xuehan turned her head, and saw that the visitor was dressed in white, drenched all over, with black hair sticking to the robe, obviously a little bit of frost.

Nangong Ling's face was pale, and there were faint traces of tears on his snow-stained face. Li Xuehan had been with him for a long time, and he had never seen him in such a state of embarrassment.Nangong Ling stepped forward and hugged him tightly, his body was wet and cold, Li Xuehan put his hands on his back, it was covered with large pieces of icy slag that had condensed into ice.Li Xuehan was heartbroken, and a tear fell down.

Nangong Ling rested her head on his shoulder, a little heavy and a little fragile.When Zhong Yuan came to the door, Nangong Ling was looking for possible hidden loopholes in the deep seabed to the west of Daliang.The total length of the sea is 25 meters, and the water depth is more than 8000 meters. It is the second deepest sea area in the world, and it is also a black sea.

Under the pressure of the water and the interference of the voice of the wraith, Nangong Ling couldn't sense anything happening on land.He rummaged and explored under the broken boats, but he didn't expect that something would happen to Li Xuehan, because Li Xuehan had promised him when he was going out that he would not go out today.He thought that Li Xuehan would be safe at home, but he didn't realize that something was wrong until it got colder and the fish ran away.

In that year, on the first day of December in the 25th year of Tianxiang, spring turned to winter suddenly. Nangong Ling swam upwards and smashed through the condensed ice on the sea surface.When he broke through the ice and teleported back to Jingshan, it was already a strange scene.The heavy snow dyed the surroundings of the small bamboo house into a desolate white, the door was knocked open, and thick snow rolled down from the roof and hit the snow on the ground without a sound.

The dark pool of blood on the bamboo couch was covered with a layer of thorny frost, and beside it was a sad word.Nangong Ling kissed the frozen corpse, but he could only push back the cold ice, but could not save his life.

Even if it was a dream, he felt terrified, afraid that the enchanted realm would end, and afraid that there would be no more Li Xuehan in the world.

Li Xuehan caressed his frosty hair, and a little bit of frost melted into drops of water that sank between his fingers.He couldn't imagine how Nangong Ling saw the corpse when he returned home, but when he hugged him now, he could feel his heart crying silently.Li Xuehan's heart ached, she didn't know what to say, she just heard her own small voice say a familiar call: "Brother Ling..."

Nangong Ling rested his chin on his shoulder, heard his call, and spoke slowly, with a faintly hoarse voice: "You are so stupid, and you can't go far, you dare to walk alone... You don't know that the snow just now How hard it is, you know that I am afraid of the cold, but you still leave me..."

Li Xuehan was close to him, not knowing whether there was body temperature after death, but just wanted to hug him like before to keep him warm.Nangong Ling's words were full of complaints, and Li Xuehan murmured in his ear: "I'm sorry... I will... never leave you...I promise you..."

Warm rays of light overlapped and crisscrossed, casting a quiet shadow on the dark mahogany board below.The two hugged each other for a long time, silent, but it was worth a thousand words, as if they could still smell the fragrance of daffodils in full bloom.

Li Xuehan wiped away his tears, and suddenly burst into laughter. He was finally dead, just like Nangong Ling, he was a dead person.

Nangong Ling let go of him, seeing him smiling so brightly, he became more worried, and still felt deeply guilty for not protecting him well.Li Xuehan looked into his misty eyes, as if looking at a deep pool, under the night, rippling with dim light, and said with a smile: "Brother Ling, don't be sad...I'm still fine right now..."

Nangong Ling frowned and looked at him, how could it be smooth sailing for a mortal flying fairy.

The light in the tower sank, and there were several rumbling thunders in my ears. When I looked up, the glazed windows on the tower were covered with purple-blue lightning like poisonous snakes at some point.Li Xuehan wanted to ask something, Nangong Ling hugged him into his arms, there was an electric crackle, and two purple lights landed, hitting their backs directly.

Li Xuehan snorted, and couldn't help hugging her even tighter. There was a stabbing pain in her back, hot and numb, like a flame burning.Everything happened suddenly, caught off guard, and the feeling of burning did not subside, and another thunderbolt fell.Li Xuehan gritted her teeth, she couldn't help crying from the pain, she pushed Nangong Ling's shoulders violently with both hands to push him away, but he hugged him tightly, as if wanting to rub him into her body, protecting her well with.

The expression on Nangong Ling's face remained unchanged, and the pain of losing someone important was still hidden between his brows.He said in a calm tone: "This is the lotus thunder of the fairy world. After you get rid of the mortal body, you will become a fairy."

Although being able to become a fairy is a good thing, Li Xuehan still couldn't bear to let Nangong Ling accompany him to be tortured.After a thunderbolt struck, Li Xuehan said in a trembling voice, "I... just take it on my own... Brother Ling, you... leave me alone..."

Nangong Ling stroked his head and said softly, "It's okay, it will pass soon. I'll be with you."

Li Xuehan remembered the scene when Zhong Yuan beat him and Nangong Ling took the stick for him, and cried bitterly: "Why are you so stupid...can you let me go...I don't deserve you..."

When Nangong Ling heard this, without any hesitation, his watery voice mixed with thunder and lightning's frightening voice came softly: "You are worth it."

At that moment, the air seemed to become quiet, calm like a cold pool.Li Xuehan clearly recalled the night when Nangong Ling first hugged him like a child. At that time, he said, "From now on, I will be your leg."

That night, the cold night wind blew the smell of alcohol, and it was he who hugged him from behind, beat him several times, and told him: "Don't cry."...

And when he contracted malaria, when he was locked in the wine cellar of Tao Family Academy, he always appeared when he was most afraid, helpless, and most in need, and always treated him so well... He clearly never did anything for him...

"Brother Ling..." Li Xuehan called out, but stopped for a long time, unable to speak.He didn't know what else to say at this moment, this person was so nice, he wanted to cherish and protect him, but at this moment, he couldn't do anything.

After going through dawn and night, Li Xuehan suffered nine thunderstorms a day, and became as weak as a willow branch, and was so painful that she couldn't even stand up.Nangong Ling supported Li Xuehan's waist, and said: "Don't leave me that kind of words in the future, I can't do it..." Li Xuehan raised her head weakly, with a confused face, and heard him say, "Forget about you ,I can not do it."

The bronze bell rang, and the lotus thunder was still buzzing. What Nangong Ling said was the line of blood written by Li Xuehan before he died: Forget me, live well.

Li Xuehan's chest tightened, and in the blink of an eye, another tear fell.He opened his mouth slightly to say something, but Nangong Ling pressed his head and kissed his lips without warning.

The cold lips were pressed together, and the cool breath poured into the throat. The lotus thunder hit her back and she lost consciousness. Li Xuehan suddenly opened her eyes. Nangong Ling didn't even give him a chance to struggle. The more he kissed, the harder he kissed The more you kiss, the more domineering you become.

Li Xuehan gasped and gave up struggling, only sour tears rolled down drop by drop like pearls with broken strings.He caressed Nangong Ling's cold back in distress, trying to shield him from the lightning, but his arm was shocked by the electric shock, but it felt as painless as his back.He really wanted to do something for Nangong Ling, but he couldn't do anything.

If this dream was really a life I had experienced before, how would I have lived without Nangong Ling?

Ordinary flying immortals have to be baptized by the nine-whip lotus thunder to be reborn. Li Xuehan has the blood of the demon race on his body. To wash away the demonic energy, he must be locked in the Feixian Pagoda for nine days and endure ninety-nine and 81 lotus thunders.

Ninety-nine 81 lotus thunder, this is not something ordinary people can bear.

Nangong Ling and Li Xuehan experienced nine thunder whips at twelve o'clock together. During the remaining eight days, Nangong Ling was tortured while healing Li Xuehan. 72 lotus lightnings fell, and Li Xuehan was painless and painless. Feeling better in an instant, but Nangong Ling's back was like a fire pit, like magma being wiped, and his internal organs were like hot oil, and he still didn't say a word.Nangong Ling pressed Li Xuehan's head and kissed him for eight days, breathed for him for eight days, and did not release him slowly until the thunder and lightning receded.

When he let go, he was still reluctant to let go, trying to hide the bitterness between his brows with a teasing smile, so that Li Xuehan would not be so worried.Li Xuehan's back was still suffering from the bone-biting pain from the nine bolts of lightning he suffered eight days ago, Nangong Ling intentionally left a little scar on his back in order to avoid being discovered by others.Li Xuehan looked at Nangong Ling's innocent appearance, and was so distressed that he couldn't even speak. His tender lips were slightly red and swollen from his kiss. After opening them for a long time, they only let out a low swallow.

Nangong Ling smiled and said: "Don't cry..." Leaning closer to him, "If you cry again, I'm going to kiss you." Li Xuehan was slightly taken aback, and didn't back away in fright as before, but wrinkled Frowning, she hugged him gently.

The lightning above his head gradually subsided, and everything returned to calm.Nangong Ling was startled, the injury on his back was painful, but his heart was warm.He raised his eyebrows and smiled, just as he was about to tease Li Xuehan, when he heard slight footsteps in front of him.Nangong Ling whispered in Li Xuehan's ear: "I'm hidden, they can't see me." Li Xuehan raised his head in a daze, Nangong Ling's slender index finger touched his red lips when his red lips were slightly parted, signaling He doesn't talk.