Drunk lying on the setting sun for the king

Wu Sixuan couldn't help staring, when he was stunned, he saw Feng Xiangyue leaning over and half kneeling, and hugged Hai Jing into his arms.And Hai Jing's body, which was constantly struggling due to pain, also stopped for a moment, and the hand holding Zhu Xinjian did not move a single bit.

"Hai Jing, you are the person I, Feng Xiangyue, have my eyes on. If you dare to lose in this kind of place, I will not let you go lightly." Feng Xiangyue pressed against Hai Jing's ear, with a voice that only the two of them could hear. As he said, his fingers also covered the hilt of the Xinzhu Sword, "If you really fall into the devil's way, I will kill you and go with you."

For a moment, Zhu Xinjian's sword energy pierced into the blood like fine needles, and Feng Xiangyue was sweating profusely, but his fingers holding the hilt of the sword tightened even more.He also held Hai Jing's palm in his palm, and the body temperature of the two slowly increased with the flow of sword energy, gradually blending.

As time went by, Feng Xiangyue suffered even more.Haijing's mixed emotions seemed to flow into a clear spring, washing away all negative emotions, leaving only clear water.He slowly opened his eyes, and Feng Xiangyue's face appeared in his vision, and his heart couldn't help but feel warm.

In an instant, the hostility emanating from the Zhuxin Sword exploded like a hurricane, and then dissipated.Wu Sixuan finally calmed down, but saw Hai Jing wiping the sweat on his forehead and leaving Feng Xiangyue's arms, his chest was filled with unwillingness and resentment.

Hai Jing took a deep breath, breathed steadily, and a smile appeared on his face, "...Xiangyue, thank you."

Feng Xiangyue was also panting unsteadily, dripping with sweat.He patted Hai Jing on the cheek, and grinned, "Thank you, I just don't want you to be defeated by this kind of thing casually."

Pulling out his thoughts from the previous chaos, Hai Jing let out a long sigh, feeling like a survivor who had returned from the brink of death, with joy on his face.

However, in the next moment, this joy was completely wiped out by another reality, only because Mu Xiangling's hoarse and surprised voice came from behind, "Yingxing! You're awake!"

Hearing this, Hai Jing and Feng Xiangyue jumped up like an electric shock, and when they looked back, they saw Hai Yingxing standing up slowly from the ground, his movements were so stiff that they were not human at all, his drooping face was covered by hair, Can't see the expression clearly.

Mu Xiangling supported his arms, his whole body trembling with excitement.He reached out to caress Hai Yingxing's cheek, brushed away the long hair hanging in front of him, his dry lips moved, but he was too happy to say a word.

Hai Yingxing's lowered head finally raised slowly, but his eyes were lifeless as if empty, and his complexion was terribly pale.He turned his arm, and the bones made a strange rattling sound.

And the next moment, that arm pierced into Mu Xiangling's lower abdomen like an out-of-control sword blade!

Mu Xiangling froze instantly as if petrified, with a trickle of blood pouring out of his mouth, he fell down with a plop, and Yin Hong splashed all over the ground in an instant.His limbs twitched, and a hoarse scream came from his throat, but his eyes were always fixed on Hai Yingxing, without hesitation.

"Father!" Hai Jing was terrified when he saw this, and couldn't help but exclaimed, but he didn't know whether he was calling Hai Yingxing or Mu Xiangling.

And Hai Yingxing seemed to have heard the call, his eyes fell on Hai Jing's body, and he walked over with blood on his feet.His movements were extremely stiff, his body was crooked, as if he might fall with every step he took, and the bloodstains on the soles of his feet were even more terrifying.

Suddenly, Mu Xiangling stretched his arms forward, slowly crawled out of the pool of blood, and crawled towards Hai Yingxing.As he struggled, a long bloodstain appeared on the ground, which was particularly eye-catching.

"Yingxing... Yingxing..." Seeing Hai Yingxing getting farther and farther away from him, Mu Xiangling stretched out his hand stupidly, but his trembling fingertips still couldn't touch the corner of Hai Yingxing's clothes.The shout overflowing from his throat gradually became muffled, and the tears fell silently, mottled on the blood-stained cheeks, also turning into blood.

Until his last breath, he was still watching Hai Yingxing's figure, maintaining the posture of probing his hands.Two lines of blood and tears coagulated on the pale cheeks, like a thorny road leading to hell.

They could not be redeemed in the end, and fate seemed to play a great joke with them. The promises that they had stayed together for life and the white prime minister had followed could only become illusory phantoms after all.

Feng Xiangyue looked at Mu Xiangling's unrepentant corpse, feeling very sorry in his heart.But in an instant, the sound of Hai Yingxing's procrastinating footsteps filled his eardrums again, making him tremble unconsciously.

Looking up at Hai Yingxing's unusual movements, Feng Xiangyue felt as if a hand brushed across her heart, causing inexplicable panic.He twisted Hai Jing's sleeve, and stepped back unconsciously, "Hai Jing! His condition is not right, leave quickly, don't approach him!"

However, Hai Jing's feet seemed to be fixed on the ground, unable to move half a minute.He stared blankly at Hai Yingxing's familiar but unfamiliar face, his heart was already in a mess, Hai Yingxing's frown, smile, and every move came to his mind, but he could never overlap with the person in front of him.

For a moment, nostalgia, nostalgia, doubts and fears intertwined, causing Hai Jing's hand holding Zhu Xinjian to tremble slightly.

He knew that the walking corpse in front of him would definitely not be Hai Yingxing, but the hand holding the sword could not be lifted for a long time. Just like what Ji Qianhuan said, both his mind and body had been captured by Hai Yingxing. Put on heavy shackles.

"Hai Jing! What are you doing!" Feng Xiangyue half-raised Luoxia Sword, intending to relieve Hai Jing from the immediate crisis, but suddenly remembered Ji Qianhuan's words, and the sword barely stopped at Hai Jing's side.

He gritted his teeth, watched Hai Yingxing put his blood-stained hands towards Hai Jing, clenched the hilt of his sword, and was ready to strike at any time, "You can see clearly, this person is no longer the Hai Yingxing you miss! If you go down, he will kill you like he killed your father!"

Feng Xiangyue's words were like a whip, slamming into Hai Jing's heart, tearing apart all fantasies.His body trembled involuntarily, and complex emotions gathered in an instant, making his eyes gradually moist.What Hua Jiutang said when he was parting also echoed in his mind:

"Hai Jing, remember my words, what is real and what is false, you are very clear, don't be fooled by the illusion in front of you and the impulse in your heart."

Tears filled the air, blurring Hai Yingxing's smiling face and that gentle gaze in his memory.Hai Jing closed her eyes, raised her heart-killing sword, and pierced Hai Yingxing's eyebrows without any hesitation.

When the dark red blood dripped onto the ground, the tears from the corners of Hai Jing's eyes also ran across his cheeks, falling crystal clear to the ground.

Until Hai Yingxing lay down on the ground, Feng Xiangyue's tense body finally relaxed.He let out a long breath, and then sheathed the Luoxia sword, but saw several black worms gushing out from Hai Yingxing's wound, wriggling and crawling towards the ground.

In an instant, he was so shocked that he almost fell to the ground, and the mummy he saw on the Ulan Snow Mountain came to his mind, and he felt nauseous and angry.

Wu Sixuan's so-called resurrection actually used such an ugly method to make Hai Yingxing stand up again and stretch out his killer to his former love.This is not only a blasphemy to the deceased, but also a tarnishment of Mu Xiangling's unrepentant infatuation.

Feng Xiangyue turned her head to look at Wu Sixuan, and was about to speak, when unexpectedly the sound of sword energy piercing through the air rang in her ears.He was startled suddenly, and saw that Hai Jing had sprung out like an arrow, his eyes were full of anger, and the Xinzhu sword went straight to Wu Sixuan's chest.

This sword was swift and violent, and it hit Wu Sixuan's chest in an instant.Wu Sixuan didn't have time to escape, his face turned pale with shock and he was at a loss.

However, Zhu Xinjian only cut through Wu Sixuan's clothes before stopping his progress.Taking a closer look, Feng Xiangyue rushed to Hai Jing at some point, hugged him tightly, and stopped him from moving.

Hai Jing moved his body, but couldn't break free from Feng Xiangyue's restraint, his eyes became even more angry, "Let me go! I'm going to kill this bastard!"

"It's useless to kill him now, you don't have to dirty your hands because of it!" Feng Xiangyue snapped, hugging his arms with more strength.

"Even if I want to dirty my hands, I will send him to hell! How can I let him live in this world for what he did to his father and them!" Hai Jing's voice was hoarse , if you listen carefully, it is not difficult to find that there are even crying voices mixed with this mournful sternness.

He suddenly pushed Feng Xiangyue away, but Feng Xiangyue twisted his collar tightly, "Hai Jing, the night before the martial arts conference, you once said that you could promise me one thing, promise me now, don't kill me!" he!"

Hai Jing's expression turned cold for a moment, and he sneered and said, "Okay, very good! I never thought that you would use up this agreement for that bastard!"

While speaking, the anger in his heart exploded, his left hand was clenched into a fist, and he suddenly hit Feng Xiangyue.

The fist wind swept over Feng Xiangyue's hair, and he raised it to fly, but Feng Xiangyue just stared at Hai Jing, serious and persistent, without a trace of dodge.

Hai Jing's heart felt sore, her fist could barely rest on Feng Xiangyue's cheek, and she couldn't move forward an inch.He spread his palms slowly, and in the end he just gently caressed Feng Xiangyue's cheeks, the tears couldn't stop dripping, and the roar in his throat gradually turned into mournful sobs.

Feng Xiangyue held his hand, pulled him into his arms, and said in a warm voice: "Hai Jing, your father... The reason why Hai Yingxing saved you is to save you from getting blood on your hands. If you are right now If he strikes, it will only make Hai Yingxing's hard work come to naught. Your hands are used to save people, so let me handle the murder."

While speaking, the Luoxia sword came out of its sheath clangingly, and was already pointed at Wu Sixuan's throat.Feng Xiangyue hugged Hai Jing with his hands, and his eyes were full of sternness, "If you insist on taking his life, I will do it without hesitation."

Wu Sixuan was originally relieved because he had escaped a catastrophe, but at this moment, he felt a shock in his heart and retreated subconsciously.However, seeing Feng Xiangyue do this for Hai Jing, he felt his heart was twisted like a knife, and all thoughts were lost, his eyes were astringent, and tears flashed for a long time.

When Feng Xiangyue's words fell, Zhu Xinjian also fell to the ground with a "clang".Hai Jing embraced Feng Xiangyue with both hands, and leaned on his shoulder like a child, crying bitterly.

Since the acquaintance, it was the first time that Feng Xiangyue saw Hai Jing so helpless and fragile, and couldn't help pity him, hugged him tightly, and unknowingly deflected the sword pointing at Wu Sixuan.

Wu Sixuan saw that Feng Xiangyue's attention had shifted, and the sadness and loss in his chest had turned into resentment.His eyes fell on the Zhuxin Sword, and he suddenly remembered that Zhu Lian Island Master had mentioned to himself that as long as Hai Jing restrained the resentment of Zhuxin Sword, he could hold the sword for a few days without being affected, so he simply gave up Long Yunjian flicked his cuff and threw out a hook lock, wrapped around the hilt of Zhuxinjian, turned around and left.

Feng Xiangyue was startled, and ran after her, but unexpectedly, as soon as Fang left, Hai Jing's body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground without moving.He hurriedly abandoned Wu Sixuan, ran back a few steps, lifted Hai Jing up from the ground, and hugged him into his arms, "Hai Jing! Hai Jing! Are you alright?"

Hai Jing leaned against his arms, closed his eyes tightly, and breathed steadily, so he had passed out.Only then did Feng Xiangyue let out a long sigh of relief, picked up Long Yunjian, pulled his arm over his shoulders, carried him out of the cave, and climbed up the stairs.

Coming to the tunnel where Wu Sixuan led him to change clothes before, Feng Xiangyue opened a door at random and walked to the bed.Seeing the dust on the bed, he frowned slightly, and finally went to the room where he changed clothes before.

The room was probably cleaned by Wu Sixuan to make it easier for Feng Xiangyue to change clothes, the bed and stools were all spotless.Feng Xiangyue laid Hai Jing flat on the bed, took the white clothes she had taken off and covered it, then sat quietly by the bed, holding his hand and waiting silently.