Feng Lian Yue Hua Leng

Staring at the clean young man next to him for a long time, Chu Fengyu hooked his lower lip evilly, never expecting that he has such a powerful and unknown side, he deserves to be the person he has his eyes on.

Suddenly, there was a pause in my heart, and some pain of hatred flashed across my eyes, but it was instantly extinguished. He is his Huang Qingyue, and nothing can change it.

"Huang Qingyue, are you afraid?"

The same sentence, but this time the mood is different.

"If something happens to Nan Chu's son in Beihuang, then Huang Qingyue will have to spend her life with Nan Chu."

A faint sentence revealed a bit of calmness.

Hearing this, Chu Fengyu laughed out loud, and some emotions slowly settled in his heart.

"Okay, if I'm going down to Huangquan, Huang Qingyue, you also have to accompany me."

The seemingly decisive words of the two were mixed with the deepest desire in their hearts, but no one thought about it at the time.

He accompanied him through life and death, and he also hoped that he would be by his side on the way to Huangquan.

Wu Dao looked at the unusual expression between the two of them, and was a little absent-minded.

He knew that Xuanyin Qindi was cursed. At that time, his ancestors were also two men who were extremely in love with each other. Then they disappeared suddenly for some reason, and then disappeared without a trace, together with Qindi, they never appeared again.

Now looking at these two people, there must be love between them, but there are other things mixed in, which make the rhythm not so pure, and the power of killing is not the highest state, but because of the inexhaustible love Only by doing so can he become as powerful as he is today.

A piece of celestial music came up leisurely, but it was like a dream, and in this obsession and drunkenness, if you were not careful, you would lose your life.

Several elders of the Xuanyin family have also set up battles.

With the help of the Xuanyin Soul Formation, the man in black continued to attack as if he had recovered a bit.

Covered in red robes and white shirts, the two stunning youths turned into a thousand swords to kill people with a melodious song "Infatuation".

Thousands of years of shackles, inextricable feelings, indelible obsessions.

The world of mortals has not been broken, the death calamity that cannot be escaped, the fate that cannot be blown away.

Are they true love, infatuation, or love.

Remember the past life, lingering in this life.

For whom is the tenderness promised.

For whom is the dream woven.

Up and down, up and down.

One thought, one life, one dust drunk.

One forgets one life and one Buddha returns.

Fallen leaves are flying in the forest, dust is everywhere, and the earth-shaking struggle has destroyed everything in the forest.

Half an hour has passed, the two sides are still entangled, and the outcome is still difficult to grasp.

The white-clothed boy's face gradually turned pale. He was in a bad health and hurried on the road. Now that he was exhausted, how long could he hold on? His heart felt a little sad.

Chu Fengyu felt that the breath around him was a little unstable, and the real energy output from his hands was greater, and his pretty brows were also slightly frowned.

The Xuanyin family really should not be underestimated, and they should have the potential to compete for the world, but they suffer from the stability of the courts in various countries, and there is nowhere to start.

Chu Fengyu, who originally wanted to be able to solve the troubles in front of him, felt a little tricky at this moment. It seemed that the big trouble of the Xuanyin family would still have to be solved together in the future.

"I see how long you can last, old man?"

While controlling the heart of the formation, Wu Dao observed the opponent's situation, and said with a certain chance of winning.

Chu Fengyu flicked out a high-pitched song, and the sharp blade flew towards the surroundings quickly.

"Hehe, I don't intend to play with you anymore."