He bowed his head.

He slammed down -

The blood is almost backflowing, the brain creaking, he saw... no return.

Holding in his hand, it is actually the blade of the hundred wars, and the G.o.ds will not return!

The dark knife is lying in the middle of this night, the handle is slender, hard, Tang knife, no sheath, very similar to the sword.

At the handle of a gold ring, there are two very strong words:

Do not. Return.

Biye Zhuqiao, when things happened.

After another year, Jun will not return.

The ink burns like a thunder, and the light in his scorpion is as thin as a needle. The color on his face is paler than the dead.

"No... no... no... no!"

He was almost desperate, and he did not return to the ground, but Shenwu and his heart were automatically at the waist.

"No!" In the hysterical smoldering, he tried to summon the devil. He wanted the red willow, and he summoned it over and over again, but he didn't come.

No ghosts, no **** whip.

Only not to accompany him.

"Do you believe now?" The shadows of the ghosts are gathering again. This time, the gathering is faster than before. It quickly has shapes, limbs, waist, and head...

The ink burns and refuses to believe.

He refused to believe.

He stopped paying attention to the black smoke, and he ran to the end of the bright light.

This is the fantasy of Xu Shuanglin... This is just a fantasy...

Go to the place where the light is, and everything is over.

He ran to the other side and ran away.

But the arm was once again tightly held.

The ink burned and refused to pay attention to it. He opened it and he angered: "Get out! Go away! What is true? Can you know more than me? What is true? I know what is true! He treats me. Ok, it’s true! He’s not dead, it’s true! How can he and I have been faked in the past few years?! Jin Chengchi’s peach blossoms, the ghost town of Caidie, we’ll end up –”

The voice interrupted him softly, almost sighingly: "A burning, the person who is with you is me, why don't you remember?"

He looked back and saw that the black fog had been formed, and a face was so beautiful that it was a fascinating thing. It was really a human being. She gently leaned over and wore a head full of pearls and plaques. Bright red attire.

"Xu Yingfeng, I can't walk, you are carrying me up. You make me not want to call you down, from now on, only call you Ah, have you forgotten?"

Her smile was soft and weary, but the strength of her hand was amazing.

The ink burned and broke away from her, this is not Song Qiutong, his wrist has been smashed, he continues to move forward, the white light is getting closer...

He seems to know that it is the way out.

Go over there... just go there...

He heard Song Qiutong smile behind him and said, "Your Majesty, where are you going? Chu nightning is already dead, you are alive and dead, do you really want to go there?"

"..."

"There is..."

He didn't understand it. He broke free from the shackles of those ghosts who were desperately screaming. He ran wildly. He threw her voice behind his head. The white sky was brighter and brighter in front of his eyes. He was like a man who was about to die on the bottom of the sea. He tried his best to squat on his feet and swam toward the broken light and shadow of the sea.

suddenly!

He slammed into the grand white light and the darkness disappeared.

He gasped, his feet were faint, and he couldn't help but sigh. Like a person who had just started from the water, he greedily breathed. He couldn't adapt to such glare for a time. He raised his arm to cover his eyes and pa.s.sed it for a while. He heard the bird's humming and smelled the faint fragrance of Xifu Haitang.

He slowly opened his eyes.

……where is he?

The first thing I saw was the luxuriant Begonia tree, which was full of thin red and smashed, just like the brocade.

Not in the ancestral temple of Confucianism.

This illusion... is it still not over?

But his heart has gradually fallen apart, and he suddenly did not know who he is, where is the dream, and where is the truth.

He sat up, and a residual flower of the sea otter that had fallen on his nose was floating on his knees.

……sit up?

He discovered that he was actually lying down, just like he had just finished a nightmare. He looked around and was in front of the tower of the towering life, while he himself sat in a black lacquer and was open. In the coffin.

In an instant, the ink burned and the fingertips seemed to be cool.

He had been stunned for a while, then squatted up and squatted out of the coffin. He saw a monument in front of the coffin. There was no word on it. Instead, he put a bowl of hand-picked, a few dishes, and he liked it most. food. He stared at the things and he stared at the coffin.

Do not……

Do not.

The nightmare is not over.

He fell into a deeper nightmare, or is he now sober?

Is that what the black shadow said is true?

He really only served □ □, lying down in front of the tower, made a long and long dream? Everything in the dream is...

He didn't dare to think about it anymore. He climbed up insanely and ran straight to the south peak of the dead.

But unlike his dying in his memory, he remembered that he had squandered everyone all the time, but he ran halfway, and a line of palace people rushed out. The one headed by him was Liu Lao who had served him for many years. Liu Lao holds a box, and the wrinkled face is full of joy: "Your Majesty, regenerate the fairy medicine, find it! This is the reborn fairy medicine!"

He stopped in a hurry.

He bowed down to congratulate him, Liu Lao also kneels down, a pair of withered hands are presented in a brocade box, twitching and handing to the ink, hoa.r.s.ely said: "Fairy medicine, the medicine that has been seeking for the sacred, has finally touched the G.o.ds. This one is..."

The ink burned and said: "No... I, haven't I all chased you down the mountain?"

The servants were as earthy, and they were beheaded again and again. Liu Lao was extremely frightened: "Why did you want to drive us away? But where do the old slaves serve? The old slaves-"

"What about the top ten sects?"

Liu Lao was confused and looked up: "What ten sects? Your Majesty, what happened to you?"

When the ink-burning knowledge was unclear, he pulled him to the Tongtian Tower to see him. When he came out of the jungle, he pointed to the tomb in front of the tower: "Look over there, I just slept there, I-"

He turned his head and found that his coffin and tomb had disappeared.

Only the tombs of two solitary queens and nephews stood on the top of his head, and his dog crawled.

Ink burning: "..."

Liu Lao worried: "Your Majesty, what happened to you?"

"I..." The ink stared at the two graves. His consciousness was already chaotic. For a moment, he could clearly realize that all of this was fake, but the next moment he felt that the real thing was intertwined. I can't tell where I am, what the year is.

Liu Lao sighed and said: "Your sorrow is too deep, dreaming?"

"Not a dream..." The ink snorted, but then shook his head again, pale face. "No, of course it is a dream..." He said indecently for a long time, then he turned his face and stared at Liu Lao. What about the rebirth?"

Liu Lao put the box up.

He didn't pick up the box, he opened it straight, and there was a white jade-like pill, which exudes a warm l.u.s.ter.

He picked it up in a trembling motion, his throat twitching, and then headed for the direction of the red lotus.

However, Liu Lao suddenly took him, and the ink burned back. His nerves had been stretched to the extreme and he was about to break the string. He asked, "What happened?"

Liu Lai, who was still happy with Yan Yue, suddenly fell into a sullen face, his eyes flas.h.i.+ng with a sly l.u.s.ter, and he said with sullenness: "Your Majesty, but in the wrong direction?"

"What went wrong?"

"The place where you should go is the soul-seeking platform." Liu Lao said slowly, and the servants also slowly came up, surrounded the ink-burning group and slowly approached. "Your Majesty has always been thinking about it." Isn't it necessary to resurrect your brother, is the teacher clear?"

"I……"

"Now the rebirth of the fairy medicine is in hand, why did you leave the soul-stricken platform, but instead ran to the red lotus water?" Liu Lao secluded, "Your Majesty for this rebirth, killing thousands of people, stepping on the Confucianism, let the world The sorrows and sorrows of the wild, the blood flow into the river, is it necessary to do all of this under the arm, and finally it is necessary to violate the original intention, and turn this medicinal medicine into another population?"

The ink burned in a mess, and he held the fairy medicine tightly. He said, "You don't understand."

"Your Majesty must go to the soul station, not to the red lotus water." All the people have a terrible light s.h.i.+ning in their eyes, the ghostly face, they are around him, repeating, "Your Majesty must go to the soul platform, not to go to Honglian Otter!"

The smoldering will protect the fairy medicine, and his face is pale and white, saying: "Give me away."

"Your Majesty must go to the Souls -"

"Step aside!"

He pulled out and held the cold handle. Those people seemed to be s.h.i.+vering, and then the eyes became as narrow as a snake, and each one showed a distorted smile.

"You will be retributed..."

"What do you think you can change?"

"There is no word."

"Towards three."

"Oh, how can such a person with a sense of ignorance possess a fairy medicine."

"Get back! Take it back!"

The ink burned the fairy medicine, slammed open a **** road, and ran to the southern peak of the dead. Whether it is a dream or a real thing, he knows that Chu is rather there... Whether it is life or death, he has to go there, he wants to be around the night, and he can be safe.

He ran into the enchantment of the red lotus.

Liu Lao and others have been blocked from the border.

He looked back at them and then closed the blue bamboo poles. He didn't want to see the extra people again. Here is the red lotus water, only if he has himself, and...

"Master?"

He was slightly surprised by the surprise. He saw that Chu Ning was standing under a bractal tree, wearing a high ponytail and wearing metal gloves. He was concentrating on debugging a night machine that was about to be completed. . The wind is blowing, the pale pink petals are blowing, falling in front of the snow in the first place, on the table, gentle and gentle.

The ink burns the end of the eye and it is wet red, and it has already choked.

"Master respect..."

Chu Xiaoning heard his voice and looked up. Because he was busy, he also bit a small sickle and saw the ink burned. He was very surprised and took the sickle. Then he straightened up and nodded at him. :"How did you come?"