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"What do you know about the matter between me and Beichen?" Murong Qingran was obviously stimulated by the man's expression and words, and retorted loudly, "You don't know anything. You don't understand the relationship between Beichen and me at all." I don't know what I sacrificed for him!"

"You think too much." Bloody eyes revealed a trace of disdain, "You are nothing but a betrayer."

"No—! I didn't! I didn't betray! I've already changed everything! You're talking nonsense!" Her hair was disheveled like crazy, and her bony hands held Yi Qingyun's sleeve tightly, "It's because of me! Reincarnation Seven times! Seven times! I saved his life! Beichen is me! It must be mine!"

Murong Qingran's eyes were already bloodshot, "If we can't be together, what's the point of doing all this!"

Yi Qingyun listened carefully to Murong Qingran's words, then he sneered, pulled the other's fingers apart one by one, and said in a cold voice, "Self-righteous. Everyone knows that the dawn has nothing to do with the crowing of the rooster, but the rooster doesn't think so .”

Yuan Shu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud when he heard that his master would be so sarcastic.

"Yi! Qing! Yun!" Murong Qing was completely enraged, he gritted his teeth and supported his broken body and rushed towards Yi Qingyun again.

But obviously his angry offensive was like a joke in front of Yi Qingyun.

Yi Qingyun easily resisted the opponent's attack, and with a backhand blow, Murong Qingran lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his chest heaved violently.

"Heh, cough cough——Yi... Qingyun, kill me if you have the ability! Cough cough!" Murong Qingran pressed her aching heart tightly with one hand, and she didn't know what she thought of, but she showed a terrifying look Smile, "Haha, Yi Qingyun, you'd better kill me! Hahahaha!"

boom!

The sharp sword wrapped in cloth was stuck beside Murong Qingran's neck.

"Then what do you think I'm here for?" Yi Qingyun held a sword in one hand, looking down at the person lying on the ground.

"If you kill me, Beichen will not forgive you, hahaha! He will hate you," Murong Qingran's expression was distorted and terrifying, but his tone gradually became gentle, "Then... remember me forever."

The hand holding the sword trembled slightly. Although it was only for a moment, the eyes lying on the ground keenly noticed the flaw.

"I'm his senior brother, even if I betray him, he can't leave me alone." As if he had found his own position, even though the pain was unbearable, Murong Qingran's heart gradually became happy, "Your heart Understood, Emperor Qingyun."

"Beichen has me in his heart." Murong Qingran began to enjoy the change in the other's face.

On the other side, Yuan Shu's expression also became solemn, and Murong Qingran's every sentence pierced his master's most caring and softest place.

"Shut up." The man's voice was deep and terrifying.

"Heh, even if I don't say it, you understand it in your heart. If you didn't have that ridiculous love poison, you wouldn't have the opportunity to enter Beichen's heart. What are you? What are you proud of in front of me? You opportunistic fellow!"

With a wave of the sword, the slender neck was mercilessly cut open by the blade.

The blood merged into a stream and trickled down Murong Qingran's neck.

There was no screaming, no howling, Murong Qingran's face even looked very stable.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he only spit out a few ugly syllables and two weird grunts.

Although he couldn't say it in the end, he believed that Yi Qingyun would be able to recognize it through the squirming of his lips.

Like the last curse, after he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and remained motionless.

Yi Qingyun also stood beside Murong Qingran's body as if he had been immobilized.

Even if the source book called him, he would not be moved.

Time is running out, and another Yi Qingyun is about to arrive here. If these two people meet, the hard work of more than 200 years will be in vain.

The source book was only incarnate, and he dragged Yi Qingyun away from here.

The situation at this time is quite dangerous, if it is later——

The source book brought Yi Qingyun to the edge of the lore domain. He was not sure whether the distance between the two Yi Qingyun would affect each other, and he couldn't tell from the other's face.

Now Yi Qingyun's complexion is not normal.

Although usually not so gentle, but at this time Yi Qingyun's face is really covered with dark clouds.

"Master, what are you thinking? Demon Lord Beichen hasn't really escaped from danger yet, we almost fell short." Yuan Shu was so angry for the first time, "Why do you care what that guy Murong Qingran says? Isn't Beichen the most important thing? What does the Demon Lord think?"

Seeing that there was no response from the other party, Yuan Shu pressed Yi Qingyun's shoulders with both hands, and said seriously: "No one in this world is more worthy of Demon Lord Beichen's love than you, and no one has the right to underestimate your love for Demon Lord Beichen." emotion."

"Thank you."

Yuan Shu wanted to say something more, but Yi Qingyun's "thank you" shocked him, this was the first time Yi Qingyun said such words to him.

They often call him "shut up", "get out" and so on.

For a moment, Yuan Shu's ears were a little red, and he withdrew his hand and scratched his hair, "It's really nothing. Don't be confused by what Murong Qingran said."

"No, I'm fine, don't worry." Yi Qingyun stood up, the reason why he lost control in the end was not because of what Murong Qingran said.

He knew he was just jealous of each other.

Even if he went back 250 years ago and started all over again, he could only obediently follow the arrangement of heaven.

Even if he met Mo Beichen before Murong Qingran, he still couldn't occupy the other's feelings from beginning to end.

Yi Qingyun is extremely greedy for every cent of Mo Beichen. If he can do whatever he wants, if he is as good as he is now from the beginning, he can help Mo Beichen block all the pain and misfortune.

He wanted to appear in the best posture in all the moments of Mo Beichen's life.

These almost paranoid and crazy thoughts filled Yi Qingyun's mind, while he was thinking, he returned to the riverside of the lore domain.

At the riverside, there was no one there. Not long ago, another Yi Qingyun and Yuan Shu had disappeared from here.

It all seemed like an endless cycle.

The conspicuous red clothes were lying on the ground, Yi Qingyun almost came to the man's side at the fastest speed.

He squatted down and stretched out his hand to touch the other's cheek, but his fingertips were always a little bit away from the pale skin.

Yi Qingyun was really scared, he knew that the other party was just hit by the medicine he smeared on the bottle, not the real death.

He was still afraid to touch the frightening coldness.

The man's outstretched hand trembled unceasingly, squatting there.

Obviously the most powerful Emperor Qingyun in the cultivation world, but at this moment he is helplessly like a child.

Yuanshu let out a long sigh, came to the side of the two, and said softly: "Master, we have succeeded, let's bring Demon Lord Beichen back to the bedroom of Xuanhuang Palace."

"Is this true?" At this moment, Yi Qingyun began to think wildly.

He was even afraid that he and Murong Qingran were just trapped in a beautiful fantasy, and the real Bei Chen was already dead.

When what he expected was in front of him, he vacillated and became paranoid.

Because this kind of fear of complete loss is really too hopeless.

"Of course it's true." Yuan Shuzai stretched out his hand and pulled Yi Qingyun's wrist to touch Mo Beichen's face, "Demon Venerable Beichen will be uncomfortable sleeping on the ground, and he will blame you when he wakes up."

Yi Qingyun was stunned for a moment, then as if acquiescing to the source book's statement, he carefully hugged the dazzling red dress into his arms.

The black wings spread open suddenly, one black and one red figure soared in the air, and flew towards the majestic and extraordinary palace in front of them.

However, within this short distance, another huge fire bird blocked Yi Qingyun's way.

Standing above the fire bird were three figures.

The one at the head is Qinglong, one of the four generals of Mozun Palace, and standing on both sides of him are Baihu and Xuanwu.

And the firebird they were riding on was the completely demonized Suzaku.

"Yi Qingyun! You despicable villain! Put down the body of Lord Mozun! How dare you-!" Qinglong's eye sockets were almost torn, and scales flickered on his face, his voice was trembling with extreme anger , "The Devil's Palace will definitely destroy this lore domain today! Immortal!"

"Get out of the way!" While the huge black wings were waving in the air, Yi Qingyun's expression was indifferent.

Yi Qingyun is not a person who is good at explaining, and he doesn't feel that he has to explain to these people.

"I shouldn't have believed you back then! I shouldn't have allowed what you did! I should have persuaded Lord Mozun!" Seeing that Yi Qingyun's expression was still indifferent, Qinglong couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, "Murong Qingran said That's right, you really killed Lord Mozun!"

"I didn't kill Beichen. No one can take his life away." Yi Qingyun was also slightly angry.

He knew that Qinglong and the others were only confused by the appearance of Guixi Pill, but after this incident, Yi Qingyun also had an extra taboo.

He didn't allow anyone to say that Mo Beichen was dead.

He forbade anyone to bring up this fear in front of him again.

"What are you pretending to do! Did we come here out of nowhere to frame you?!" Qinglong was so angry that his eyes almost went dark, but Xuanwu had a sharp eye and quickly helped Qinglong.

"Qinglong, why are you talking nonsense with him? Just fucking slaughter everyone here, and let them be buried with our lord!" Baihu's eyes were already full of blood.

"I see which one of you dares to make a move." Yi Qingyun was already impatient, and the wings on the black wings had become extremely sharp.

He held Mo Beichen in one hand, and the dusted sword hilt in the other, powerful magic power exploded from him.

Just the coercion made the red bird wrapped in flames scream in pain.

"Come to fight! Today, I, Baihu, will come to test your strength as Emperor Qingyun!" The essence of Baihu is very close to Nangong Hao, the only difference is that his eyes are always blood red.

The stronger the opponent, the stronger the fighting spirit.

Yi Qingyun's strong suppression obviously aroused the fierceness in Baihu's heart, and the nails on his fingers had turned into sharp claws.

Xuanwu was the most silent, but she also untied the cloak on her body, revealing her graceful figure outlined by the black outfit.

The battle is about to break out.

Just then a weak voice interrupted the intense scene.

"My head hurts... what are you doing?" The person in Yi Qingyun's arms gently stroked his aching forehead and said slowly.