【Rebirth】Mermaid brothers love doomed

Hearing these three words, Yan Changan slowly raised his eyes, his numb eyes brightened a little.

After looking at Yu'er for a while, he suddenly raised his hand and strangled his neck fiercely.

With a sharp pain in her throat, Yu'er was so frightened that she trembled all over, and said in a trembling voice: "I..."

What he wanted to say was interrupted, and the teenager tightened his fingers suddenly: "Shut up..."

Her voice was hoarse, and her half-closed eyes were extremely dangerous.

Standing in the shadow, Yan Chang'an looked at the blood oozing from the man's lips, feeling happy in his heart.

It would be great if it was Yu Qingfeng.

With this thought in the boy's mind, he exerted more force on his hands, wanting to hear the sound of his throat breaking.

If the person in the palm is Yu Qingfeng, he must use all his strength to torture him at this moment...

Let those thin lips spit out broken choked sobs, and can no longer speak cold words...

With a sudden loosening of her hand, Yu'er fell to the ground, and the sound of the bump was annoying.

The boy squinted and said coldly, "Get out."

He doesn't want to kill people today, he wants to rest.

If this person doesn't know good from bad, but still dares to say those three words, it won't be too late to kill him.

Words must be spoken, slowly climbed to a high position, relying on Ruanta without saying a word.

Staggering on the smell, Yu'er got up in embarrassment and fled in a panic.

Yan Chang'an didn't glance at it, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

He raised his hand to brush his hair, the sandalwood stained his fingers, and the light fragrance lingered in his nose.

The young man was lost in thought, wanting to get angry but unable to do so.

He closed his eyes suddenly, but the darker his eyes became, the clearer his mind became.

There is no rest in this life.

The mist and thick clouds were like veils, the man was dressed in white, and his smile was as gentle as jade.

The lingering light fragrance turns into strands, winding around.

When the fragrance is strong, soft words seem to be heard in the ears:

"Chang'an, I'm here..."

Yan Chang'an can't sleep at night, but the sky and the sea are clean, and no one sleeps peacefully tonight.

Yi Heng's eyes were red, and the hurricane rolled up flames, and everyone who touched him was turned into coke.

Howls rang out in my ears, and my eyes looked like Shura's hell...

Yu Qingfeng felt bad, and wanted to annihilate the fire formation, but suddenly saw a person fall into the center of the battlefield.

Putting down Ye Haitang, Yan Guanshan flicked his sleeves lightly, the wind suddenly stopped and the flames died down.

Roared: "Qin Yicheng! How dare you touch Lao Tzu's people!"

The slightly drunken voice was a little hoarse, and he was full of breath after recovering from his old illness.

As soon as the master came out, the war finally stopped.

Qin Yicheng suffered a great loss, looking at the corpses of Zizhumen all over the ground, his eyes were blood red with anger.

He shouted at him: "Yan Guanshan! You Tianhai Sanqing are too deceitful!"

"Indulging disciples to hurt my daughter! It also caused countless deaths and injuries to my disciples!"

He suddenly held the sword and pointed at Lin Wanjiang, his chest heaved violently.

A roar: "This seat will kill him tonight!!!"

Duan Juechen's eyes froze, and he flew forward to fight.

Yan Guanshan raised his hand to stop him, and snorted coldly:

"You can kill if you say so? We wait for the mountain gate! When will your surname Qin decide?"

Lin Wanjiang was determined because he was taught by Yu Qingfeng, so there is no need to question his temperament.

When Qin Yicheng heard the words, he was furious for a moment, swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat forcibly, and said again:

"Okay Yan Guanshan! I will remember this!"

"We will come to the door to get it back in the future! He must be decapitated!"

Yubi suddenly withdrew his saber with fierce force.

Angrily said: "Let's go!"

Zizhumen suffered heavy casualties tonight, and Yan Guanshan's attitude was clear, it would be useless to waste it any longer.

But this matter is not over, and when morale is restored, they will come to ask for it back!

In a short while, the members of the Zizhu sect retreated one after another, and the chaos in Tianhai Sanqing came to an end.

Duan Juechen remained silent for a long time, looking forward with dark eyes.

Looking around, everyone was practicing kung fu to heal their injuries, and Lin Wanjiang didn't notice him.

The boy's eyes became more and more gloomy, and he quietly left the mountain gate with the lingering gunpowder smoke.

The mountain gate was filled with blood, disciples from all peaks dispatched to clean up the remains and charred bodies.

The fire was dim, and the scorching blood became more and more pungent.

Lin Wanjiang didn't pay attention to others, and hurriedly squatted down to look at Yu Qingfeng's legs.

As soon as he touched it, Yu Qingfeng was shaken all over, and quickly dodged and said in a trembling voice:

"Nothing, really nothing."

Lin Wanjiang didn't say a word, but he put a light force on his hands but didn't let him dodge.

Pulling back the hem of the clothes, blood flowed across the bare feet. It should be that this person stood for a long time, and the wound was torn again.

Spiritual flow accumulated in the palm of the hand, and it slowly entered the wound. Seeing Yu Qingfeng trembling in pain, his heart felt as uncomfortable as a knife.

Couldn't help coaxing: "Master doesn't hurt, it will be fine soon."

Yu Qingfeng's eyes trembled slightly, and she lowered her eyes to look at Lin Wanjiang, recalling the past years in her mind.

His apprentice has always been sensible, as long as he is not feeling well, he will stay outside the door all night.

Why do you have strange thoughts?

It's nothing more than a long age, and the defense is as high as a city wall. Suddenly someone breaks in, and he is always by his side.

Over time, the city wall gradually collapsed, and the ruins were filled with dust, blindfolded.

When it was gone, a figure appeared in the eyes.

I can't talk about the past, but now I have let it go.

There is only a bright light left, only to wait for the day of rekindling.

Raising his hand to caress Lin Wanjiang's hair on the temples, twisting a strand and tucking it behind his ear, Yu Qingfeng said softly:

"My Jiang'er, I'm suffering."

Lin Wanjiang raised his eyes, and the two looked at each other and smiled. This sentence alone was worth a thousand words.

Helping Yu Qingfeng up, Lin Wanjiang turned around, her voice choked up: "Master, Jiang'er will carry you back."

Yu Qingfeng did not refuse.

Walking towards Qingsang Peak, Lin Wanjiang walked steadily, the same way this person carried him when he was young.

The master in his memory was always so tall, able to shield him from wind and rain.

Like Yan Chang'an, Yu Qingfeng felt at ease.

But now he can easily carry people on his back, with a pair of thin arms and painful shoulder blades.

Lin Wanjiang remained silent, the corners of his eyes were red, and the ice crystals were about to drip.

He felt that fate was unfair, so why should all kinds of suffering be imposed on Yu Qingfeng?

He has grown up and can also guard this man.

Yu Qingfeng is like a teacher like a father, and his friendship with him is as heavy as a mountain.

Suddenly heard a soft voice: "Jiang'er, it's dawn."

Lin Wanjiang raised her eyes, the moon was setting and the stars were sinking in the sky, and the dim light and shadow illuminated the road ahead.

Thinking of something, Lin Wanjiang smiled and said, "The sky will always be bright."

Yu Qingfeng responded, and said again: "It's dawn, let's take the path."

During the day, there are rivers and streams, and at night, there are bright lights.

If the road is rough and fearless, this life will be complete.

A battle was won, and the elders of all peaks were exhausted, leading all the disciples back to their residences.

Only three people went down the mountain, Yi Heng, Bei Mingwen, and Wei Ziqi.

Yiheng returned to Zizhu Mountain, because the anniversary of his old friend's death was approaching, so he had no intention of staying.

And Bei Mingwen and Wei Ziqi went on their way home.

Walking to the foot of the mountain, seeing Yi Heng's figure drifting away, Bei Mingwen endured it for a long time, and finally hugged Wei Ziqi.

The man was startled, and subconsciously wanted to break free, but his body was exhausted.

Raising his hand to pluck his hair, he was incompetent and furious: "You grandson! Put me down!"

Beiming heard some pain, and tried to slow down his tone: "You call their son, call me grandson?"

Wei Ziqi shrank her neck when she heard this, and then let go of her hand.

After waiting for a while, I couldn't help but retort: ​​"If you don't accept it, I will call your son in the future!"

Bei Mingwen frowned, and Dujia, the palm sugar team, steamed your lower abdomen for you, and suddenly smiled: "Your son is here, my seed."

Wei Ziqi blushed, and hurriedly looked left and right.

Fortunately, the two of them walked on the mountain road, and there were no fellow travelers beside them.

He raised his hand and slapped him, and cursed again: "Be careful what you say, if someone else finds out, you will be gone!"

Pregnancy in a male body is too absurd, if Yan Guanshan finds out about it, he may think that he is possessed by evil spirits, and it will be wiped away with a single palm.

Bei Mingwen's eyes froze, and he said in a low voice: "Let's see who dares?"

Wei Ziqi rolled her eyes, not wanting to continue talking about it.

Suddenly, Bei Mingwen said again: "It's about to take shape, Aqi should pay more attention to what he says in the future."

Wei Ziqi was puzzled, and put her arms around Bei Mingwen's neck, waiting for him to continue.

Seeing him, he smiled: "If you were born to speak vulgar words, you will definitely be pissed off."

Wei Ziqi thought for a while, raised her hand and gave another slap, cursing in a low voice:

"What do you have to do with me! Your seed is inherently bad!"

Beiming didn't say a word, just looked at him and smiled, then kissed his forehead fiercely.

He asked softly, "Is there any injury?"

Being kissed suddenly, Wei Ziqi felt a little embarrassed, and said awkwardly: "No, what about you?"

Although he did his best in this battle, Bei Mingwen and Yu Qingfeng kept protecting him, without any injuries on his body.

Hearing that Bei Ming didn't answer, he suddenly looked at his chest and motioned Wei Ziqi to look.

As soon as the skirt was lifted, the blood suddenly spread, and the chest was bloody.

Wei Ziqi was startled, and hurriedly said, "Put me down quickly! Why didn't you say it was so heavy?"

The battle was too fierce, and they were all stained with blood. They didn't notice it just now, and they thought it was someone else's.

The person in his arms kept struggling, but Bei Mingwen hugged him even tighter.

Looking down at Wei Ziqi, she whispered, "Ah Qi, you know why I was hurt?"

Wei Ziqi has always been too lazy to answer such nonsense, but suddenly he heard this person say again:

"I was just thinking, why is my wife so powerful?"

"Beiming got you alone, and now he has another son, what kind of virtue and ability are there?"

"I was in a trance for a moment, and I received a sword. Madam is responsible."

As soon as the words fell, my heart was beating like a drum in my ears, and the body temperature in my arms was hot.

Bei Mingwen lowered his eyes to look, Wei Ziqi's cheeks were flushed.

Without waiting for him to curse, he suddenly put him down and kissed him against the tree trunk.

Between lips and teeth, Wei Ziqi did not resist, but became more cooperative.

Raising one's hand to form a barrier, the wisteria stretches in an instant, forming a natural barrier.

The sound of undressing gradually started, accompanied by a gentle panting, and I became interested in using the sky as the cover and the earth as my bed.

Suddenly heard a whisper: "Bei Mingwen, you...you are so bad..."

The man answered: "Only for you..."

Wisterias are everywhere in Tianqing Mountain, and in the middle of the night, a strong wind blows up from Zizhu Mountain.

Duan Juechen was dressed in jet black, with a gauze hat on his head, and his whole body was full of demonic energy.

Not as polite as Lin Wanjiang, who directly broke into Zizhu Gate, raised his hand and killed the gatekeeper disciple.

Tonight is destined to be a bloodbath, Zizhumen cannot stay!

Qin Yicheng wanted to kill Lin Wanjiang, and his crime was to slaughter the Shanmen!

"The Demon Race! It's the Demon Race!!!"

There was a scream in the ear, and the fire burst into the sky in an instant.

No one could see his true face, the young man walked forward step by step, every step was bloody and killing.

Tonight, he will blame the demons!

Even if Zizhumen is slaughtered, what does it have to do with Tianhai Sanqing?