After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

Zhong Yaoye looked at the Mengxing Pagoda that was about to fall, and felt as if his heart was being crushed so hard that he couldn't breathe.

The ghost's low roar was mixed with the sound of buildings collapsing, and all the living things were constantly falling.

She took a step back unconsciously, and suddenly thought of the dangling swing hanging above the clear pond and the splashed skirt, and the magic circle drawn by Immortal Master Huai Ling who couldn't get out of it no matter what.

Now it seems that no matter when, as long as something happens, she is always the one stopped by the teachers.

But just as she stepped back, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the magic circle set up by Qiao He in front of her being slightly torn open, and the tiny crack was like a scorching ugly scar at this moment, causing Zhong Yaoye's pupils to constrict violently .

She stuck the spell on it almost without thinking about it. Unlike the sky spell, which is sharp and sharp, the energy of the earth spell is solemn and thick, and the bright silver light that exploded violently quickly covered the glaring crack. .

The speed at which the magic circle shattered seemed to freeze and stagnate for a moment, but the ghosts that were constantly flowing in the circle also pushed the shackles of the magic circle more and more violently, as if unwilling to give up this faint hope of escape.

Zhong Yaoye's actions undoubtedly irritated the strong resentment among them even more. The soaring strength and tide hit the formation wall like a tide. Unfortunately, Zhong Yaoye has never been a messy master. Hit the air and punched in.

The wanton aura blade generally swept away the thick fog-like Yin Qi, and suddenly illuminated the Mengxing Pagoda shrouded in darkness.

However, the light of Mengxing Pagoda, which was still flowing with a trace of aura, suddenly dimmed.Immediately afterwards, a sharp sword aura came overwhelmingly.

Zhong Yaoye instantly realized that the familiar sword aura should come from Song Bihui, but such reckless and vigorous sword aura without the slightest scruples made her feel a sense of breaking the boat.

She felt a sudden thud in her heart, and in the next second, many figures in clothes with Zeshan red lotus pattern suddenly appeared from the darkness, and then stumbled down the stairs in some embarrassment.

Qiao Xuan is one of them.

At this moment, he was leaning against the wall with a livid face, as weak as if he would kneel directly to the ground in the next second.

A few hours ago, the moment Fu Ming broke away from Song Bihui's magic circle, he rushed towards Qiao Xuan, who was the weakest among them, like a scourge breaking through the cage.

This person has a good plan, knowing that as long as this one is broken, no one can do anything to him.

Qiao Xuan couldn't avoid it at all.

Qiao He was still supporting the entire Dream Walk, Song Bihui and Jiang Yufeng were both injured, such a sudden incident caused everyone to be breathless for a moment.

But just when the three of them were about to step forward to stop him, and when Fuming's Huaren's sinister energy was about to stab Qiao Xuan's heart, an extremely strong aura knocked him away, and happened to land on Qiao Xuan's heart. Where the Jiangyu wind is located.

Jiang Yufeng has always been a sharp and cold person, but now his eyes were indifferent, and he nailed Fu Ming to the ground with a knife in his hand.

"Kirin!!" At that moment, Fuming came to his senses almost instantly, and almost gritted his teeth. He stared at Qiao Xuan who was so frightened that he was almost scared out of his wits in the distance, and there seemed to be a monstrous killing intent in his heart. "I didn't expect that it was you who ruined my good deeds!?"

Qiao Xuan's mind went blank for a moment.

But Qiao He didn't give Fu Ming any more chances at all, and the instant coercion dropped sharply, crushing him to pieces.

……

The sound of the crumbling stone steps breaking and breaking continued.

"Yao Ye, let the disciples go out." She heard Qiao He's voice resounding heavily, not as gentle and relaxed as usual.

Zhong Yaoye was startled, and said urgently, "What about you? Did you have to go back just now?"

Qiao He didn't answer for a while, but another faintly familiar voice sounded, "Brother, you go first."

"What are you talking about Yufeng!?" Qiao He looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, feeling a very bad premonition, "How could I leave you here?"

"Brother." Under the flying sand and flowing wind, Jiang Yufeng's gaze was indifferent and cold, but it seemed to be a little less radiant than usual. He stood behind the door, and the blood-stained clothes around his waist seemed to be blooming blood-red patterns , the whole person reveals a dead silence.

"I don't have much time." He suddenly smiled lightly. Among the overgrown ruins was a decadent and coquettish existence. "It must be the leader of this dream trip, and I will accompany him."

In the world of cultivating immortals, Zhesui Xianjun is often praised as a talent for becoming an immortal. Now it seems that they are indeed right.

It's just that it's not certain when and how many times he will become a fairy.

"No, even if it costs me my life, I can't keep you here!"

Qiao He frowned, and stretched out his hand to support the bronze door that was about to collapse, trying to pull Jiang Yufeng and Song Bihui out of the door.

But in the next second, he heard a sigh of nothingness like heavenly words.

In the misty darkness, the wind suddenly rose from Jiangyu Feng's side, and the white clothes fluttered like the moonlight that could never be caught.

Qiao He felt a sudden thrust, pulling him away from the Dreamwalking Tower.

Amidst the buzzing, he heard Zhong Yaoye's mournful cries, and the crashing crash of bricks, tiles, copper and iron.

The moment the exit completely collapsed, Jiang Yufeng turned around and gently wrapped his arms around the neck of the man in front of him without any scruples.

Song Bi looked back at him with still deep and gentle eyes, as if the calm sea of ​​darkness in the past had fallen into the stars, causing slight waves.

"I can only pay you back this debt in my next life." Jiang Yufeng hugged Song Bihui affectionately and relaxedly, surrounded by the smell of death and blood, but he didn't care at all, "It's too late, if you don't It would be better if it was earlier..."

Their relationship has been blocked too much, and they have experienced too many ups and downs.

"En." Song Bihui lowered his eyes and bowed his head to kiss the person in his arms.

The destined man whose destiny is forever intertwined with his...

Thousands of years will meet again, immersed in deep love, a lover who will never be absent.

It's a pity that the sea boat that has gone through wind and waves will eventually sink.

Song Bihui felt that Jiang Yufeng seemed to caress his wrist gently, and then clasped his fingers.

But Song Bihui seemed to be thinking for a long time, and he lowered his eyes for a moment. His eyes were dim, but he broke away from the Jiangyu wind in an instant, and slowly took a step back.

"Song Bihui?" Jiang Yufeng opened his eyes wide in surprise for a moment, as if he couldn't realize what was going on at this moment.

He was about to step forward, but suddenly, he felt his back hit a layer of air wall.

When he looked up again, he saw a spiritual formation suddenly rising up in front of him, enveloping him completely.

It also completely separated him from Song Bihui.

"Clam?!"

"Master." He heard Song Bihui's deep and sad voice suddenly rang in his ears, "I can't bear it."

"Song Bihui... what are you doing?" Jiang Yufeng felt as if he had been hit hard on the back of the head for a moment, his eyes turned black, his throat was torn open, and the smell of blood rushed up.

He suddenly felt the spiritual power slowly waking up in his body, and realized that the previous kiss was actually this person who gave him the last of his anger.

This man never thought of dying with him from the very beginning.

Did he actually want to leave himself alone in this world?Jiang Yufeng only felt that the overwhelming hatred that could not be dispelled for a moment occupied his whole body.

Unacceptably, he tried his best to break through the spiritual wall in front of him, but felt so futile.

At the moment when Mengxing completely collapsed, Song Bihui's eyes were still looking at him so affectionately but sadly.

But Jiang Yufeng only felt that he, like this dream, completely collapsed.

"You don't have to pay me back."

At the last moment, he heard the soft voice of the man say the last word.

The wind of thousands of years ago hangs on the blue bird's wings, and it has been blowing until now.

Back then, he knew it was a trap set by Fuming, but he broke into it without hesitation. From the beginning to the end, he never thought about asking Tianjun to give him anything back.

He also didn't expect to see Tianjun change his fate against the sky and bring him back to this world. For this reason, he would have to endure such a long period of natural and man-made disasters and the suffering of reincarnation.

This catastrophe should have ended thousands of years ago, but Yuduo still clings tightly and refuses to let go.

He didn't ask for that person's response to this deeply buried love, he indulged in it so deeply and passionately, and accepted the punishment from heaven for his rebellion and wanting to go to God.

Jiang Yufeng never owed him anything.

Then let this catastrophe end here completely.