Feng Yunqing pursed the corners of her lips tightly and her body trembled gently.

"Fengyunqing, kill you! I'll stand in front of you, kill me, as long as you kill me, I will never appear in front of you again. I've had enough of the days when I miss you, miss you, and love you." Chu Yuanxi finally walked to Fengyunqing, reached out to grab her hand and pinched her neck.

"Don't use your love for me as a reason! I can kill without blinking. You... are no exception! Get out!" Feng Yunqing raised his head violently, and his cold eyes looked at Chu Yuanxi tightly. With a swing of his wrist, Chu Yuanxi's body flew out.

With a "bang" sound, Chu Yuanxi's body smashed ten feet away. He sprayed blood again. The black hair was messy, and the blood mixed with the mud. At this moment, Chu Yuanxi was like floating autumn leaves.

"Fengyunqing...hehe...you are so cruel..." Chu Yuanxi lay on the ground and looked at Fengyunqing, with a soft and cold smile overflowing from the corner of her mouth. Then she got up from the ground with difficulty, staggering towards Fengyunqing again, insisting stubbornly: "Since life is so meaningless, I am willing to die in front of you..."

Fengyun looked at Chu Yuanxi lightly, and his heart, which was so painful, trembled a little.

"Aren't you killing someone without blinking? Then kill me! If you can kill someone in one move, why leave room for me?" Chu Zhaoyan said as she walked towards Fengyunqing, with blood rubbed on her sleeves, and a smile on her face. Her phoenix eyes were annoyed and ignorant.

Fengyun said nothing, just looking at him. The smile on his face made her eyes hurt.

"Can't you do it? Then I'll do it myself!" Chu Yuanxi kept smiling and looked at Feng Yunqing, walked into her, and suddenly hugged her body tightly with one hand and hit her Tianling Gai with the other.

"If you want to force me to die, just die. If you die, I will bury you with me." Feng Yunqing did not move, and Ren Chu Yuanxi hugged her. Cold and numb words lingered in his ears.

Chu Yuanxi's hand, which was one inch away from his Tianling Cap, suddenly stopped.

Feng Yunqing stopped talking. Her eyes were still looking at the ground. The black hair in her hand was tightly held tightly, not relaxing.

Chu Yuanxi turned her head and looked at Feng Yunqing's pale face, eyebrows, eyes, and slender and thin body. No matter from which side, she was like a ghost dragged back from the pile of dead people.

The anger and resentment in his chest instantly retreated, leaving only full of heartache. After a while, Chu Yuanxi slowly lowered his hand and hugged Feng Yunqing's body tightly, his voice hoarse and tears: "What should I do with you..."

Fengyunqing's heartstrings trembled, and her bone-bone-broken eyes were stained with confusion. What should she do...

The mountain breeze is quiet, and it is still the sound of wooden fish. The moonlight shines on the two figures hugging each other, without seeing the warmth, and it is even more cold.

Suddenly, a ray of herb fragrance floated from the bloody air in the sky. The breeze raised a corner of the crescent brocade robe. The thin and erect figure slowly walked towards the blue-haired jade belt, and the eyes swept across the corpse all over the mountains and fields. There was a lot of compassion. It passed the corpse and looked at the white-clothed man kneeling on the ground. The eyes of the light clouds and winds were stained with full of care.

It's Lan Xiaoqing.

Smelling the familiar aura, Fengyun slowly raised his head, looking at the person walking slowly. His cool eyes did not change at all. At this moment, he felt a wisp of black hair in his hand burning all over her body.

"What are you here to do?" Chu Yuanxi heard the rustling sound of his steps, turned his head suddenly, looked at Lan Xiaoqing, and said coldly.

Ruyu's fingertips were raised lightly, and a ray of air floated by. Chu Yuanxi's body suddenly let go of Fengyun's light hand and fell to the ground. Lan Xiaoqing's voice was clear and sluggish: "Lan Yan, send him back to the Ninth Prince's Mansion!"

"Yes! Prince!" Lan Yan's body flashed, walked into Fengyunqing, picked up Chu Yuanxi on the ground, flew up, and left the Ninth Prince's Mansion.

Lan Xiaoqing looked at Feng Yunqing, her eyes swept through her scattered black hair, her pale face, dry eyes and lips one by one. Finally, her eyes fell on a wisp of black hair in her hand, paused for a long time, and looked at the pool of blood that solidified on the ground.

He seemed to sigh: "The cold air on the ground is heavy, get up!"

Feng Yunqing kept looking at Lan Xiaoqing, her eyes dazed.

Lan Xiaoqing slowly stretched out her hand and handed it to Feng Yunqing. Her joints were clearly distinguished and slender as jade. She had no comfort, no rebuke, no fluctuations, and was still calm: "Do you want to be here all the time? Will the people who love you feel uncomfortable with you?"

Fengyun pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, looked at Lan Xiaoqing, and his eyes remained cool, as if he was about to see all his eyes. After looking for a long time, he slowly lowered his head, did not stretch out his hand, and did not move an inch.

Another sigh drifted in the wind, Lan Xiaoqing slowly bent over, stretched out her arms to pick Fengyun up from the ground and into her arms, and walked down the mountain.

Fengyun was stiff and was held in Lan Xiaoqing's arms. Today, she suddenly realized that Lan Xiaoqing's cold body was so warm, warming her heart and blood. Her cool eyes were stunned again.

After walking a few steps, Lan Xiaoqing stopped and said lightly to the air: "Closed this mountain! No one is allowed to take any further."

Fengyunqing's body trembled.

I saw a ghostly body in black clothes falling, and a cold voice bent down and responded: "Yes!"

"Cover that tomb! No need to leave your name!" Lan Xiaoqing paused, and his eyes swept the place where Feng Yunqing had been kneeling and where Yan Yun disappeared, and said again.

"Yes!" the secret guard responded.

Lan Xiaoqing's steps stopped pausing, and she hugged Fengyunqing and walked down the mountain. She walked step by step without using light skills. The moonlight dragged his shadow for a long time. Fengyunqing's eyes turned around and kept looking at the place where Yanyun disappeared. Until she walked out of the mountain, her eyes still couldn't be retracted.

On the roof of Qingyin Temple, Mei Ruxue was dressed in black and was paved with the moonlight. Her black hair was a little messy, covering half of her face. Her elegant and elegant face was hidden in the shadow. She looked at Lan Xiaoqing holding Fengyunqing's figure step by step and walked down the mountain step by step. Her thin lips were pursed tightly, and a pair of black jade eyes was filled with gloomy fog, and the color could not be seen clearly.

"If you want to cry, just cry!" Lan Xiaoqing didn't look at Fengyunqing, and the light voice drifted in the wind, driving away the coolness.

As soon as Lan Xiaoqing finished speaking, Fengyun cried out with a "wow" sound. He thought the tears had dried up, but it turned out that they were not. It was just that the blood was silenced in his heart. Tears were like springs, and they instantly wet Lan Xiaoqing's clean clothes.

Lan Xiaoqing kept walking, and Yun Danfeng Qing's face was a little loose. The compassion, helplessness, sighs flashed one by one, and finally turned into heartache, and then turned into peace.

Accompanied by the sound of wooden fish and the bells of Qingyin Temple, Fengyunqing kept crying, as if he wanted to shed all the tears. Lan Xiaoqing walked step by step firmly and calmly, and the road leading to Qingyin Temple to Lanwang Mansion was both long and short.

When we arrived at the gate of Lan Wang Mansion, the moonlight faded, and the morning light rose in the sky, and the sky was already hazy. Fengyunqing's crying gradually stopped, but he just sobbed in Lan Xiaoqing's arms. The guards in the mansion stood up, and Lan Xiaoqing hugged Fengyun and walked into the light.

"Is it unreasonable for Prince Lan to hold Ruxue's wife like this?" A low voice sounded, and Mei Ruxue's figure in black fell at the door of the Lan Prince's Mansion. Hearing Mei Ruxue's voice, Feng Yunqing's body softened in Lan Xiaoqing's arms suddenly stiffened.

Lan Xiaoqing stopped and slowly turned around, looking at Mei Ruxue, the coldness of Fengwei was rarely seen: "So it's Mr. Xue!"

"It's Ruxue!" Mei Ruxue's eyes were fixed on Feng Yunqing, and she couldn't see her little face buried in Lan Xiaoqing's chest. Her voice was sluggish and cold: "Can Prince Lan give me someone?"

"She doesn't seem to be the wife of Mr. Xue alone." Lan Xiaoqing looked at Mei Ruxue and said coldly.

"At least it's not Prince Lan's wife, isn't it?" Mei Ruxue raised her eyebrows and her phoenix eyes were also cold: "If Ruxue remembers correctly, Prince Lan's wife should be the Ninth Princess and the Fifteenth Princess."

Lan Xiaoqing heard this, her eyes were fixed on Mei Ruxue's body, and she slowly spoke for a while: "The King of Ping'an has already passed the message and said that he would come to pick someone up in a short time. Xu Qing can't give him someone to Mr. Xue."

Mei Ruxue's body suddenly felt a cold and cold air. Mo Yu's eyes looked at Lan Xiaoqing sharply, and the black brocade robe walked on the cold air, and her handsome and upright body exuded a strong murderous intent.

Lan Xiao looked at Mei Ruxue with a cold look, her phoenix eyes were cold, and her crescent white brocade robe was strolled onto a misty fog by the morning fog, and her thin and tall figure was light and calm.

Mei Ruxue's eyes narrowed slightly: "So Prince Lan is deliberately trying to go against Ruxue?"

"Please let me go!" Lan Xiaoqing looked at Mei Ruxue lightly, turned around slowly, and continued to walk into the mansion.

The long sleeves raised a condensed arc, the plum Ruxue's jade hand was raised lightly, and the murderous aura of the cold sword shot towards Lan Xiaoqing. The stone lion at the door was shaken and rustled. One finger at the country was magnificent.

Without turning around, Lan Xiaoqing held Fengyunqing with one hand, and her soft sleeves brushed across Fengyunqing's face. The soft palm wind was an invisible sword of Fengyunqing's sword. The stone lion at the door was shocked even louder, and the beautiful world was all-encompassing.

Two powerful and shocking auras collided with each other, Mei Ruxue's steps involuntarily took a step back, Lan Xiaoqing's steps took a step back half a step. Both faces also pale.

Mei Ruxue barely stood firm, her phoenix eyes stared at Lan Xiaoqing with sharp eyes: "I don't know how long is the life of Prince Lan?" Lan Xiaoqing's body trembled suddenly, and her body instantly showed a cold feeling, and then she spoke indifferently: "I'm afraid it's a little longer than Mr. Xue's life."

"Then Ruxue will wait and see!" Mei Ruxue suddenly turned around, and her black clothes drew an isolated arc and left the door of the Blue King's Mansion.

Lan Xiao stood quietly, and after a long time, he slowly stepped forward and walked into the mansion with Fengyun. Baiyi's back was covered in coldness.

While Lan Xiaoqing was raising her steps, two huge stone lions at the entrance of Lan Wang Mansion collapsed and broke into powder.
Chapter completed!