Break the line

Opening her mouth mechanically, she gulped down the fist-sized thing her father stuffed into her mouth.

mother?mother?Meng Hui shouted like crazy, but the father and daughter in front of him couldn't hear her.

Cui Yuan saw his daughter fell into a deep sleep after eating, turned over and looked up at the sky, and said to himself: "Ma'am, I blame me for being incapable. You helped me block his ax and got hurt, but I can't save you. Don't worry." , the place where you are buried is very secret, they can't find anyone, and they can't eat it. It's just that I didn't expect that now, I also... Don't worry, I will send my daughter away before I die. Don't worry, just wait by the bridge us."

"Hey, come here, come here, Meng Hui is obedient." Cui Liang crawled on the ground, and Xiao Meng Hui desperately hid back, his frightened eyes reflected the father holding an ax to call her over, the instinct of a small animal, Desperately move back.

The red moon was just behind Dad, like a ghost with a bloody mouth.

Finally, there was no way to retreat, and the arms as thin as firewood sticks were tightly attached to the wall. Dad looked up at her for the last time, his eyes suddenly lit up a little, but the raised ax slowly fell: "Dad? Use, I can't support you, but I can't take you away, don't blame your father..." His head slowly dropped, for a long, long time, there was no more sound.The body lying on the ground has only the upper body.

Ah... Meng Hui kept vomiting, but the things he spit out jumped and turned into white rabbits, running around.

Dad, why didn't you trade me with the Fujun, why didn't you hack me to death earlier, why did you give me your body?

In that Jiangnan, the prosperity is no longer there, there are few people, and there are bones everywhere, but they did not die in battle, but died of starvation. That is not Jiangnan, not the world, but hell.

The red moon watched coldly, the iron chain walls surrounding the people could not be climbed or torn apart, people were surrounded in a cage-like world, killing, being killed, eating people, being eaten.

Suddenly, white rabbits gathered around Meng Hui, saying, "Why don't you die? They are all dead, your parents died for you, why don't you die?"

The circle of white rabbits in front of me is constantly spinning, and the voice is getting louder and louder, yes, why don't I die?Damn me.

Meng Hui raised his sword and stabbed at himself.

bang

Meng Hui, who helped Li Zui up, suddenly had a painful face, and raised his sword to kill himself!In desperation, Xiao Wu, who was farthest away, threw out the golden file. Meng Hui's sword missed her neck and pierced obliquely into her left shoulder, but her eyes were instantly clear. Blood was spilled on the stone platform in the dark, and the golden file was stabbed on the ground with a sound, and Kan Jian, who was also in a daze, woke up instantly.

Several people violently pulled Li Zui who was on the ground, and retreated to the side of the desk.The silver light of the stone platform suddenly appeared, and a body floated up. The long pure white beard and hair wrapped the body tightly. In the silver light, the beard and hair gradually spread out. The old man in white was suspended in the air in the silver light, looking down. watching them.

He has a serious face, a deep line between his brows, and his eyes are full of scrutiny.

As far as the eye can see, it seems like a thousand-weight force.

But when Meng turned his head and stopped, a deep voice sounded: "Alive?"

After a while, he softly said "OK."

His eyes fell on the unconscious Li Zui in Meng Hui's arms: "Idiot."

Sudden raised his eyebrows, the wound on Li Zui's back shone with silver light, which echoed the silver light on the old man's body in white. He took a few steps forward, Meng Hui hugged Li Zui tightly and shrank back, Kan Jian and Xiaowu gritted their teeth and tried hard against Guang, trying to stand in front of them, but there was nothing they could do.

The old man stopped, and sighed softly: "Nie Yuan, that's all." In the air, he stretched out his right hand and went straight to Li Zui. That hand extended infinitely through Kan Jian's sword, Xiao Wu's arm, and Meng Hui's embrace. , Straightforwardly took a handful from Li Zui's body.

Meng Hui insisted on him, and through the glare of the light, she could see clearly that the ring finger and little finger were missing in that hand.

The arm retracted, and the old man in the white light flashed, turned into a star, and disappeared instantly.

A ray of white light shot straight into the sky from the bottom of Linghu Lake, and flew to the moon without a trace.

Far away in the Pope's Golden Palace, Lu Buqiu was sitting by the window, stroking Zizhou's missing two-fingered hand, meditating, when he suddenly raised his head, and saw white light flying towards the moon through the window, he rushed to the window, stretched out his hand to grab it, desperately Shout: "Wyder! Don't!"

Li Huaide, you have abandoned me again, just like when you married the daughter of the Northwest Qiu family as the queen, when you committed suicide and left Beijing to find a son, when you dug a grave at the bottom of the lake to avoid the moon and begged to die, Li Huaide, you promised me to live and die together ?

A scholar in white clothes met a bandit who robbed him, and a young man in Tsing Yi rescued him. The two had similar interests and formed a friendship with Jinlan. The beginning of things is always so understated.

In the middle of the night, at the mountain pass, under the moon.

"Huai De, the golden weapons are extraordinary, and we are not opponents, so why seek our own death, it is better for you and me to live in seclusion on this mountain, avoid disasters and seek survival, and live freely for the rest of our lives." Lu Zhixing stopped Li Huaide who was recovering from his injury and descending the mountain.

Li Huaide, a scholar in white, turned his head and looked down the mountain, with a deep line between his brows: "Zhixing, gold has been a disaster for several years. Although they seem indestructible, they are not without weaknesses. Otherwise, why did they just hide in the northwest and attack other places for a short time? , retreat soon, there must be something that frightens them, that is, we will defeat them and win a way out for all living beings!"

"Huai De..." Lu Zhixing was about to speak to persuade him.

Huaide in white hugged Zhixing in Qingyi: "Zhixing, I have made up my mind, you are willing to fight with me! We will live and die together!"

The warm embrace carries his bookish air, obviously thin, but it seems to contain infinite power, all living beings are his belief, and everyone has nothing to do with me, but, he is mine, belief.

Lu Zhixing closed his eyes, and wrapped his hands tightly around Huaide's back, as if he wanted to wrap him in his own life: "Okay, we live and die together, you said."

In the long years of 800 years, Lu Zhixing almost forgot how many names he had changed and how much blood was stained on his hands, but every cold and trembling new moon day, he would fall into illusion again and again, straight poke The most secret thing in my heart, the illusion of fear, is the price of Yueshi's longevity. Only the three words of Li Huaide will accompany him through the long night and the eternity.

Now, it's gone forever.

Lu Zhixing, who was kneeling on the ground, stood up coldly, and staggered to the bed. The light was dim, half of his face was hidden in the night, but his mouth was exposed. He grinned and smiled, and stroked Zizhou with his pale hands. His forehead was soft and soft like water: "In this case, I will use the heaven and earth you fear as my formation, and the beings you guard as spirits, and turn them into my eternal dreams, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust."

With force from his hands, there was a loud bang, and Zizhou's head shattered and died.

◎The author has something to say:

Breaking the formation, it is this formation that is broken, Mr. Lu is going to die drunk in his endless beautiful fantasy, the eternal life ember is what he pondered for himself.

Indulge in fantasy, because the reality is painful, helpless, empty, and seamless.

Da Da is so fierce recently, it’s more explosive

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Chapter 56

Dongfang was pale, and Hui Wen, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, stood up abruptly, and looked around vigilantly.

On the other side, Alisma stood in the mud of the tidal flat, staring blankly to the northwest. The Golden Temple on the Blowing Horn Mountain was brightly lit all night. Under the bright sunlight, the glittering eyes of the Golden Dome hurt and shed tears. He lowered his head and wiped it off, only to see that the white teaching robe under his feet was already dotted with mud, dirty, it was dirty.

"Someone!" Huiwen slowly drew out the dagger in his hand, signaling to Alisma.

She recovered immediately.

"About ten people, outflank them, the weapons smell like blood!" Huiwen turned his head to look at the still dark entrance of the cave, not knowing what happened to the people inside, and felt anxious.

Alisma twitched his robe and tied it around his waist, staring at the vast reed grass in front of him, holding the sword in his hand: "If you can't beat it, you can go to the north to call someone. Here, I will stick to it."

The two of them were back to back and tensely confronted with the surrounding area, every minute and every second, suddenly, he looked towards the entrance of the cave. Seeing the comatose Li Zui, Meng Hui came to the end.

"Finally back, be careful, there are people around, besiege but not attack." Huiwen hurriedly greeted Meng Hui.

"Is it the same smell as the one you found at the entrance of the cave?" Meng Hui seemed thoughtful.

Huiwen pondered for a while: "Huh? Really, one of the scents of bluegrass is the one that was found here."

Meng Hui took a deep breath: "It's okay, we are friends, not enemies. Everyone, go back to Xinhui Hall."

"Yes!"

The early morning wind blew the reed grass, and a group of seven people closed the cave and left quickly.

Among the reeds, "Patriarch, us?" The middle-aged man respectfully asked a short cloaked man for instructions.

"Go back." With a childish girl's voice, when she turned around, there was a touch of exquisite orchid grass embroidery on the sleeve. Looking closely, it turned out to be a variant of the word "Lan".

Li Zui slowly opened his eyes, the milky white curtains, the soft bed, the smell of peace of mind.

"Are you awake?" A hand gently covered her forehead: "The fever is gone."

She struggled to sit up, and took Meng Hui's hand: "How did you come back? After the tomb?"

There are too many questions I want to know, but my eyes stop on Meng Hui's bandaged left shoulder: "Who! Injured you? How is the injury!"

In her heart, Menghui has been safe since she was a child, and it is rare to see such an injury, so how can she not be in a hurry.

"I stabbed it myself." Meng Hui patted the back of her hand and picked up a bowl of medicine: "Drink it, let's talk while it's hot."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Zui drank the decoction in one gulp, and the slightly hot medicine fell down his throat into his stomach, sour and bitter, and he couldn't help shivering.

"Stupid." Meng Hui smiled when he saw this, "What did you see?"

Li Zui looked away: "What, did you see that?"