The faint fragrance shocked Chu Yu. He subconsciously looked around and found that Tu Yao, who was close to him, disappeared. She used her internal force to sternly say to the surroundings: "Be careful of the poisonous fog."

And the next moment, she felt someone suddenly approaching her.

Her eyes chilled, and she subconsciously raised her sword and swept across.

But the next moment, a slender and delicate jade bone hand covered her wrist, and gently pinched her wrist to the palm of her palm. Then, she felt that her waist tightened and she was already being held in her arms.

A gentle and gentle voice whispered in her ear: "It's still so fierce, my little lady."

Chu Yu froze and his whole body seemed to have been imposed, even his mind was blank.

Then, she smelled the soft and cold fragrance lingering between her nose, invading her limbs and bones, so familiar and so...

She opened her eyes slightly in an instant, and tears fell silently. When the sword in her hand was loosened, she was taken into her hand by the person behind her.

"Qin... Sheng'er... Jin Yao... Jin Yao... He..." She squeezed out her voice from her throat with difficulty, and at that moment, she burst into tears.

"Silly Fish." The person behind him sighed, held her sword, turned to her, and was still in front of her, with his eyebrows and eyes that were still unparalleled. However, he had already changed from his usual wide robe and sleeves, and his white clothes were covered with black hair, and his black hair was also tied high above his head. All the exquisiteness was mixed into a kind of evil and heroic martial arts, so cold that she was almost stunned and could hardly recognize the person in front of her.

This is... the battle with ghosts, the whip of the demon god... Isn't Qiu Zi?

He looked down at the girl in front of him, with tenderness and pity in Amber's wonderful eyes. He reached out and gently wiped the tears from her face: "I know, let me leave the next thing."

He raised his hand to stroke the collar of her armor, his eyes as dark as the sea before the storm: "Let me leave the rest, the share of the eagle, and his share!"

...

"Damn it, what's this? The smoke seems to stick to people." Dalihan couldn't help but wave his palms around.

Falcon Moore whispered in a low voice and said angrily: "Let's go... cough cough... hurry up..."

But before the words were finished, the smoke seemed to fade away again.

A tall figure wearing gorgeous silver armor, holding a long sword in hand, quietly emerging in the fog. The clouds and clouds were so cold that they were stepping out of the eternal frost and snow, and the underworld... The general of gods and ghosts was also silhouetted behind him, one after another, making people unable to tell the difference between them, they were humans, ghosts, or gods.

"Dingdang." A crisp sound was like the sound of water dropping in the blue sky of the underworld.

In the cold, it was bloody, and it was a non-human atmosphere.

It makes people feel broken.

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Chapter completed!