Fengyun looked at the romance lying on the ground and smiling. He felt a group of crows flying by on his head, croaking and croaking...

"I am disappointed in this life. In the next life, I will never be burdened by the hardships and hatreds of the world, just to love you..." Yan Yun kept smiling, smiling brilliantly, looking at Fengyun, with beautiful eyes, as if he wanted to imprint her in his heart. He raised his hand gently in the mountains and flowers...

Sad and brilliant—

A strange fragrance wafted by, and the Yanyun instantly turned into invisible, and the last smiling face and a pair of shimmering eyes transformed into the air and drifted in the wind.

When he smelled the familiar fragrance, Feng Yunqing's face changed and he exclaimed in an instant, and he stretched out his hand at the same time: "Stop!"

Unfortunately, it was too late, and she only grabbed a few black hairs in her hand.

"Yan Yun——" Feng Yunqing exclaimed in panic and fear, with a tragic voice. It seemed to tear his heart and lungs, adding the ultimate pain in the world to his own body.

"Yan Yun——"

"Yan Yun——"

“…”

Feng Yunqing held the black hair in her hand, looked at the empty ground, and shouted in panic. The black hair in her hand burned her hand. A strange fragrance drifted in the air. She was very familiar with this fragrance.

On that night on Phoenix Mountain, the corpses all over the mountains and fields were transformed into invisible and drifted with the wind in this fragrance. She clearly remembered that Lan Yan and Lan's secret guards turned the corpses into pieces without even a strand of hair. She also saw with her own eyes that the corpses disappeared before her eyes.

At that time, I just felt cold and cold.

But today, at this moment, she watched a living person with her own eyes be dispersed in the wind by this fragrance. The strongest corpse dispersion in the world can even be transformed into a living person. It is even more so than crushing bones and ashes.

Tears gushed out. Feng Yunqing raised his hand and slapped himself. There was a crisp "splash", but the pain on her face made her heart unable to reduce the pain at all. On the contrary, the pain was even worse.

Why did she let go just now? Why did she throw Yan Yun to the ground? Why was she stupid, fainted, and her movements so slowly? Why didn't she see the reluctance and love in his eyes that did not implicate her determination? Why did she only have time to grab a strand of his hair? Why... Why...

A pair of eyes as water as red as blood in an instant. What she wants is Yan Yun to live well. She wants to save him. What is the use of a strand of hair?

Hate surged into her heart and she wanted to let go of her hair, but she couldn't let it go. She just wanted to hold on to something. This was Yan Yun's last trace of nostalgia in this world. She seemed to see the sad and gorgeous smile of the boy.

"Yan Yun... Why do you want to do this... I will definitely save you, I can definitely save you... Feng Yunqing has so many rights in his hands, so how can he not save someone..."

"Yan Yun... Do you think I will remember you if you die? I am an unintentional person. If you die, I will only forget you faster... If you die, I will only think that an ant will die..."

"There are so many people who love me... I have so many people who go there in my heart. I can't even pretend you are alive, and I will forget it immediately after you die... You idiot..."

"Yan Yun..."

"Bitch...Idiot..."

"idiot……"

The black hair in my hand was clear with the wind, and the bright moon shone on the white clothes that were as light as water. I felt that the moonlight was paved with a layer of darkness. Blood flowed out of my mouth, dripping onto the ground, causing injury.

Just a moment ago, the boy said love in her arms and confessed her love. Her face turned red and her heart beat. Just a moment ago, the boy told her five years of love, and she said it in a leisurely manner. She was so deeply in love, and her longing was dissolved in her blood. Just a moment ago, the boy was thrown to the ground by her hands, smiling at her with a radiant smile. Just a moment ago, his eyes were shimmering, and he smiled relentlessly and resolutely at her...

Just a moment ago...

My body couldn't help but kneel on the ground, so painful that I couldn't do it myself. It seemed that I had lost my soul and seven spirits. The blood in my body had ended. Tears rolled down, whether it was regret or hatred, despair, or heartbroken...

"Yan Yun... You don't have to die. You know that I will protect you. There are thousands of ways in the world. Why are you so determined and not leaving me any room for you..."

"The power in my hands is enough for me to turn black and white, to smear into white, to smear into black, why do you use this method... This method makes me remember you in my heart..."

"Yan Yun...you are so cruel..."

I don't know when the hairpin on my head was finished, three thousand black hairs scattered with the wind and clear, and the face of the light wind and clouds was pale as white as a ghost, and was strange and cautious under the moonlight like day.

Ten feet soft red, white bones are thick.

Why did everything in this world come from? Feng Yunqing stared at the ground, his eyes full of Yan Yun's last unrestrained and magnificent and sad smile. It seemed that the young man was lying on the ground and looking at her and said, "I fell in love with you when I first saw you five years ago..."

Tears flowed silently. Tears blurred their vision and couldn't see clearly...

If you can't see the ugliness of people's hearts, you can't see the purity of people's hearts, and you can't see the arduous victory of all things in this world, you will eventually turn into dust. So what are all those persistences?

She doesn't understand-

I only know that some people shouldn't die. Yan Yun is one of them.

It is already a loss to exchange for the fourth prince's life for hundreds of lives in Yanjia Village. That kind of beast should have died long ago, but she thinks she is not a hero or a savior. She is just a selfish woman. Just live a comfortable life. Don't mess with her. If you annoy her, she won't mess with others and won't offend others.

There are so many people like the fourth prince in the world, that's not her responsibility. So she doesn't care. But she never thought that one day, she would want to kill that scum earlier, as long as she could exchange Yan Yun's life for her.

It turns out that belief is nothing at this moment—

She underestimated herself-

The blood spitting out of Fengyunqing's mouth dyed the soil red, drop by drop, like mandala or Xipanlian, charming and dazzling. The mountain wind drooled quietly, astringent and cool. The dilapidated temple in the distance seemed to be filled with sadness.

The world will not be still because of anything. Maybe it’s a long time, or maybe it’s just a moment, a strange airflow spreads the rich and cold aura and breaks into this quiet place.

The silence behind Qingyin Temple instantly enveloped a layer of coldness, and ghostly figures in black clothes fell in front of Fengyunqing, like a soul-locking messenger coming from hell.

The person who came was Lan Yan and his subordinate Lan Guard.

At the moment, the person was Lan Yan. When he saw Fengyunqing kneeling on the ground, his long hair was scattered and his little face was pale as white as a ghost, he was stunned. As soon as he arrived, he smelled the familiar fragrance, and his face shrouded in the black mist changed slightly.

He is more familiar with this kind of corpse-transforming powder in the world than anyone else. Not only him, but the black fog that follows him is surrounded by ghosts like dark nights, and everyone is familiar with it.

Looking at Fengyun Qing, Lan Yan's numb heart, which had been in the dark for a long time, seemed to feel the wounds that had been sorrowful that it had penetrated into the bones. A deep heartache and heartache flashed through her eyes shrouded in the black fog. But it was fleeting. With a wave of his hand, the ghost figures in black clothes retreated three feet.

"Miss Seven, you..." Lan Yan remained motionless, looking at the wind and clouds on the ground, his cold voice was as usual.

"Get out!" Feng Yunqing didn't look up and spit out a word that was cold to his bones.

Lan Yan's body trembled sensitively, and then he looked at Fengyunqing, his eyes stopped from her face to her hands. The wisp of black hair was flaunting with the wind, flowing and sad. His eyes went down again, and there was another piece of bright red blood on the ground, as charming and sad as Xipanlian.

The surroundings were strange and quiet, and only the cold air was felt throughout the sky.

Lan Yan looked at Fengyunqing and took a step forward involuntarily.

"Go ahead one step, no matter whether you are a ghost, die!" Feng Yunqing still did not look up, but just looked at the place where Yan Yun was lying on the ground, his body was covered with a breath that was colder than Lan Wei, and his slender body had a darkness that ruined the world.

Lan Yan's footsteps suddenly stopped. Lan Wei looked at Fengyunqing and his body covered by black mist. Every pair of cold and cold eyes that were not even a little color fluctuated.

It seemed to sigh softly, and soon drifted into the wind. Lan Yan took a last look at Feng Yunqing, waved his hand behind him, and Lan Wei retreated silently.

The ghostly figure disappeared like a tide, and the cold and dark aura in the air did not decrease at all.

The Lan Guard retreated, and in just a moment, several figures in black came again. At the moment, a man was in the green brocade robe, with cloud-patterned sleeves, coming in the wind. Peach blossoms in the sky scattered and floated down, showing a charming peach blossom face. When he saw Fengyun Qing kneeling on the ground, he was also stunned.

It’s Liu Xiangcan!

"Gentle?" Liu Xiangcan looked at the woman kneeling on the ground in disbelief, like a ghost in the dark night, depressed and sad, and the cold and darkness that was covered with coldness. This was the woman she saw an hour ago, angry and embarrassed by his kiss, and looked helpless because of his tears?

I couldn't help but rub my eyes, but the person in front of me still did not disappear.

"Qingqing, why are you..." Liu Xiangcan looked at Fengyunqing, feeling unbearable pain as if a thorn was pierced in his heart. He couldn't help but lean in front of him.

"Get out!" Fengyun's voice was like a ghost of hell. Through the sound, she seemed to smell blood. She wanted to kill someone-

"Green Qing, you... are you..." Liu Xiangcan's body involuntarily took a step back, looking at Feng Yun Qing's air with a strange fragrance scent, his expression moved, his eyes fixed on Feng Yun Qing's hand, and when he saw the strand of black hair, his body trembled.

"Get out! Don't ask me to kill you!" Fengyun said coldly, holding his hands tightly, his wrist trembled slightly, and the white silk seemed to have turned into a sharp sword. She seemed to hear its wailing sound.

Liu Xiangcan's body took a step back again, her eyes passed by the light of the wind and clouds. With the bright moon hanging high, she saw the bare back mountain and the empty and dilapidated temple.

Just a glance, he withdrew his gaze and landed on Feng Yunqing's body. His thin lips were pursed tightly. After a while, his toes were lightly tapped. The green clothes raised a curve and flew away. The shadow guard behind him followed him quietly, taking away a cold area, but it also did not reduce the coldness in the mountains.
Chapter completed!