The ancient dragon embankment of Ruoshui Three Thousand

"Why did you agree with me to fight this fight?" Leng Bufang's nonsensical words made the people present a little puzzled and looked at each other in blank dismay.However, Poker-face understood that these words were a question to him, or a remorse for himself.

"Without you, there is no meaning." Poker bottle opened his mouth after brewing for a long time. For some reason, seeing Wu Xie's almost desperate eyes, his heart was inexplicably empty, maybe he shouldn't hide too much from him , but he has never been a person who is willing to share pain with others. If he dies unfortunately this time, at least he can leave behind the memories of living and dying with Wu Xie. If he survives, with Wu Xie by his side, Only then can he face his past and his own heart better, so as not to lose himself in the fragile memories.

It's just that in Wu Xie's eyes, this sentence was like a heavy weight, smashing his soul and heart.Doesn't make sense?Haha... Zhang Qiling, I am really just a tool, a tool that can only redeem you and transcend you, are you willing to sacrifice me for memory, for him?

Wu Xie, Wu Xie, the reason why he treats you well is because you are useful.Wu Xie laughed sadly in his heart.If there is still doubt about Zhuo Linyu's words, then now, he truly understands what it means to be "in dire straits".The feeling that his heart was burned so that there was not a single drop of blood left, that reason that was torn into rags, that feeling that his soul was forcibly and violently pulled away, almost made it difficult for him to breathe every second, as if he was walking on thin ice.

Bai Shisan's death made him heartbroken, and Poker-fing's deception made him even more insane.The world was suddenly swallowed by darkness. At that moment, Wu Xie felt as if something broke in his heart. Zhang Qiling, since this is your hope, I, Wu Xie, sacrificed my life to make it come true. Who is the current self? A real madman?

A rustling sound came from the top of his head, Pan Zi yelled "No", and he quickly protected Wu Sanxing behind him.Wan Datou watched coldly, and smiled in his heart: "What a dog who sincerely protects the master." Turning his head to look at Zhuo Linyu's cold, sharp and slightly smiling eyes, Wan Datou suddenly felt that this deal seemed to be lost.

The black glasses and the fat man retreated to Wu Xie's side, ignoring the Poker bottle standing aside, the black glasses patted Wu Xie's shoulder, and persuaded with concern:

"Little Sanye, it's dangerous here, we have to leave quickly." As he spoke, he gently pulled Wu Xie who was heaving on the ground, as if he was afraid of hurting him.Poker-Face's complexion suddenly turned into blackened carbon dust, as cold as ice that could not be pierced for a thousand years, and an indescribable sourness welled up in his throat.The cold smile on the corner of Wu Xie's mouth almost froze his eyes, and he held his sweaty hands tightly, forcing himself to hide his impulsive emotions.When did his indifference become an extremely lethal weapon?

Bowing his head, the lavender object slipped from Wu Xie's hand.The black glasses are at a loss, and they haven't seen each other for a few days. Almost all the beast heads of this piece of black jade are lit up, and the lavender light appears and disappears from time to time. The hazy beauty swayed by the bright and bright moon in the sky is almost deeply intoxicating.

Wu Xie leaned over to pick up the fallen black jade in a daze, feeling sore in his heart. If it wasn't for Xiaolong, they would not have been able to find the entrance to the "Four God Site". Long's promise failed Gu Qianyue's trust thousands of years ago, and now he has to recover to make up for his mistakes.This kind of thinking is like a motivation to struggle on the verge of death. Wu Xie stretched out his sleeves and wiped away the wet tears, the look in his eyes changed from being absolutely wounded to being strong.Xiaobai, don't worry, before everything is resolved, I will listen to your words and live a good life.absolute……

It seems to be an examination of the promise. After the sadness, he seems to see the flowers blooming and failing. A broken and scattered heart, drowning in attachment and regret. If you can't save yourself, then go to save others, light and heat, He burnt it without hesitation, as long as that person wanted, he was willing to give it without asking for anything in return.

For a moment, the shadow of Bai Shisan slipped across his mind, and Wu Xie smiled desperately, Xiaobai, I was defeated just like you, defeated by my aloof persistence... But I don't know when the time will come. Will there be a place for me in this indifferent and proud heart?

The rustling sound above his head intensified, and the fat man couldn't help but change his face slightly, and he walked up to Pan Zi and complained in a low voice:

"It must be that the little brother didn't close the trap door when he left. Captain Scorpion caught up."

"It's probably because of your fat body."

As soon as Pan Zi finished speaking, a few huge scorpions fell down in twos and threes in the invisible darkness above, and the fat man rolled his eyes:

"Are you kidding me, is this revenge for Da Pan's crow's mouth?"

"..." Pan Zi was too lazy to talk to him anymore.

Wu Sansheng didn't care about cultivating feelings with them anymore, it seemed that this place is not suitable for staying for a long time, so he patted Pan Zi and nodded, then turned back to Bai Cao and said:

"Old Bai, you can't come back to life after death, you have to mourn. Now time is running out, we have to leave quickly. This tomb is very evil, and there is no chance of winning with Thirteen. You better go with us..."

Baicao ignored Wu Sansheng who was talking on the side, his eyes were still like dead fish, and when everyone was clearing up and was about to open the way, he slowly exclaimed:

"Let's go. I can't leave Shisan here alone, I want to accompany him."

Wu Sansheng was very anxious: "What are you talking about? Can't you want to be buried with him?"

Bai Cao stared back coldly, but lost focus again in the next second, and lamented: "Go quickly, if you don't go, it will be too late." Caressing Shang Bai Shisan's pale cheeks covered with blood, at that moment, his Mercy burned the last candle in his life instead of him...

Who said that the greatest thing in the world is maternal love?As a father, he couldn't stand his flesh and blood corpse in the cold ancient tomb, on Huangquan Road, in the cold Hell, he would not be alone if he was accompanied by someone, but by the side of the bridge, he would die together with wine.

"Our family of three can finally be reunited..." Bai Cao had a relieved smile on her crystal face.

The swarm of scorpions fell like a flood, and Wu Sansheng secretly cursed "the ghosts will not disperse", signaling everyone to retreat quickly.After walking a few steps, he couldn't help turning his head, seeing Bai Cao's expression of resigning himself to death, he sighed inwardly before turning and leaving.The stubborn temperament of the Bai family has remained unchanged for decades.

Wu Xie was dragged far away by the black glasses, the colic in his heart obviously increased a little bit, turning around, the lantern in the corner of the ground gradually dimmed, like a soul about to escape, lingering on the mortal world.Looking at those despairing eyes, Wu Xie suddenly missed that domineering and cold Uncle Bai. Everything changed in a short moment. Once upon a time, that Bai Shisan who always put on airs to bully him , that Bai Shisan who spoke mercilessly and often made him jump in anger has gradually become a precious memory. He once thought it was the evil result of aura incompatibility and character incompatibility. It's just that Wu Xie, who was young at the time, didn't understand, bullying, Sometimes it is also a kind of liking, but when he understands, everything is over.

The tide of scorpions rushed over like a flood, climbing up to the two lonely and desolate figures in the distance, and gradually erected and weathered into a monument.At the beginning of Yin, the balance is twelve.Is it superstition or doomed?In the end, the one who laughs at the situation in the end is only the fate that keeps playing with everything in the applause...