"Feng Chen'er? Feng Yun Qing?" The man's eyes seemed to be able to capture people's hearts. Looking at Feng Yun Qing, even his voice was filled with magic.

Feng Yunqing looked at the man obsessedly, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "I heard that twenty years ago, you were ranked first in the world like my mother..."

Before the herringbone was spitting out, the Demon Lord's expression changed suddenly. His phoenix eyes looked at Feng Yunqing with vicious eyes. The black iron sword in his hand shone brightly again and pierced towards Feng Yunqing's eyebrows.

Feng Yunqing didn't understand why the person who didn't do it suddenly took action again, and the murderous intent was even more serious than before. Her already pale little face turned pale again, but unfortunately, she really didn't even have the strength to do it now.

I could only watch the sword approaching her with a cold and murderous aura.

Feng Yunqing truly felt death at this moment!

The sword did not stop for a moment, and Feng Yunqing suddenly closed his eyes. At this moment, his mind went blank and he suddenly couldn't remember anything.

In a moment, my body was suddenly brought into a warm arms, and then I felt a dizzy turn, and with a "scream", the sound of a sword stabbing into my body.

The premonition of the pain did not come, Feng Yunqing's closed eyes suddenly opened.

A pale and handsome face appeared in front of her, with a handsome and elegant look on her body, holding her body tightly.

It’s Ruan Yunlou!

He lowered his head, and the brocade soft robe stained with blood. The black iron sword was inserted straight into his vest.

Feng Yunqing's face was as pale as paper in an instant, and it was unacceptable to the sword inserted into her body. She opened her mouth for a long time and didn't spit out a word, just looking at the sword.

All the brain's thoughts are gone. All that is left is the position of the heart that this sword penetrates. And this person is Brother Yun!

Time seems to have stopped at this moment.

"What are you doing?" The man held the Xuan Iron Sword in his hand, looked at Ruan Yunlou with a charming and gloomy face, holding Feng Yunqing tightly. The Xuan Iron Sword was buried in most of the sword hilt on his back, in the center.

"Entertainment Father, I...I'm not allowed to kill you...she..." Ruan Yunlou hugged Feng Yunqing tightly. As soon as he opened his mouth, bright red blood flowed out along the corner of his mouth. Fengmu looked at Feng Yunqing gently. Seeing that he was intact in his arms, he breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to look at the Demon Lord, and his eyes showed a hint of determination.

The bright red blood instantly dyed the white clothes that were as light as water, like blooming beautiful Xipanlians.

Feng Yunqing's brain was still blank looking at the sword.

"Those who block me will die! You should know." The Demon Lord looked at Ruan Yunlou coldly, and looked at Feng Yunqing in her arms with a fierce look: "It's true that it looks exactly like your mother. This face is charming and confusing the world. The water-like poplar flowers should be damned!"

"Entertainment father, grudges... I don't blame the younger generation... I have been nearly twenty years now... She is not her mother... Just let her go..." Ruan Yunlou said a difficult sentence, and as he spit out word by word, the blood flowed more from the corners of his mouth.

"Feng Xinyan, let alone twenty years, one hundred years, for generations, I will not let her go." The Demon Lord looked at Feng Yunqing's face coldly, and his eyes were filled with a vicious light, like the fire of the underworld, almost igniting him.

Such eyes were cold and cold. I wish I could tear the wind and clouds into pieces.

"Entertainment father, for the sake of the child... the child is willing to die for her... I just want you to let her go..." Ruan Yunlou supported himself, holding Feng Yunqing's hands tightly and trembled.

"Everyone in the world is dead, and she can't be replaced! Don't you love her? I'll let you see with your own eyes how I killed her!" The Demon Lord looked at Feng Yunqing tightly, pulled out the Xuan Iron Sword, and stabbed Feng Yunqing again.

"don't want……"

Ruan Yunlou sprayed a mouthful of blood, and all of it wet Feng Yunqing's clothes. He exclaimed, his voice shrill. He used his last bit of strength to hold Feng Yunqing's body and rolled out.

The sharp sword roared. The Demon Lord's face became even more shrill and vicious, and he did not stop for a moment.

Ruan Yunlou used his body to protect the wind and clouds, and blood flowed from behind him.

Feng Yunqing felt a dizzy sound again. In front of her was the sword and a large piece of bright red blood behind Ruan Yunlou. She suddenly woke up and spoke in a shrill voice.

"don't want……"

He suddenly reached out and pushed Ruan Yunlou away. However, Ruan Yunlou was so hugged that she couldn't push it at all. She could only look at the sword and stabbed Ruan Yunlou's body blocking her.

A short distance away, Feng Yunqing seemed to hear the sound of a "screaming" sword piercing his body.

At this moment, everything was silent, and Feng Yunqing felt that his heart was being whipped out by millions of whips until the blood stopped beating.

At the critical moment, a white light flashed, and a clear sound of dinging, a white jade hairpin hit the Xuan Iron Sword. The Xuan Iron Sword paused for a moment, and a white shadow floated down, hugging Feng Yunqing and Ruan Yunlou together as lightning.

The continuous movement of qi flowing clouds and water is only in a blink of an eye.

Feng Yunqing looked at the person who suddenly appeared in disbelief and stared at him in a daze.

The crescent white brocade robe is handsome, slender and upright as pine and bamboo. Her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and her lips are red. The faint fragrance of crabapple flowers and medicine are intertwined, spreading in the main hall, dispelling the cold and fierce aura opposite.

Who else is the world except for Lan Xiaoqing, who is so poetic and painted like a cloud?

In a moment, Fengyunqing's pale little face suddenly appeared with surprise. Looking at Lan Xiaoqing's face, tears gushed out, and his voice was even more swallowed: "Lan Xiaoqing..."

The crescent white brocade robe drew a graceful curve, and withdrew several feet, gently lowering Feng Yunqing and Ruan Yunlou. Lan Xiaoqing looked at Feng Yunqing with gentle eyes, and a trace of anxious heartache flashed across her phoenix eyes: "Chen'er, it's me."

"Lan Xiaoqing, you bastard... why did you come back..." Feng Yunqing's strength came from somewhere, reached out to touch Lan Xiaoqing's shoulder and punched her, tears rolling like beads: "I thought you were really dead... If you don't come back... I'm dead too..."

Lan Xiaoqing didn't dodge or dodge, and let Fengyun slap it, but the man didn't even have any strength now, and hitting him was no different from an ordinary person's circle.

Looking at her pale little face and the dagger still stuck on her shoulders, she suddenly felt sad and blamed herself again: "Chen'er, I'm back. Sorry, I won't know how to do it in the future."

"It's good that you'll come back... I won't scare me again..." Tears wet my little face, rain hit pear blossoms, falling in pieces, and it was so weak. In addition to great sorrow and joy, Feng Yunqing shook his head even more. He had to say something else, suddenly felt his body sinking. She lowered her head, and her little face changed again. She hugged Ruan Yun's body sliding down in her arms, screaming: "Brother Yun..."

Lan Xiaoqing looked at the center of Ruan Yunlou, and her face turned pale. She immediately reached out to help Fengyunqing drag Ruan Yunlou's body. She said softly: "Chen'er, put him on the ground first."

"Brother Yun...Brother Yun..." Feng Yunqing hugged Ruan Yunlou, looking at him in horror as if a flower was rapidly depressed, his heart was in pain and panic and he was in a state of urgency.

Hearing Lan Xiaoqing's words, he immediately hugged him in panic and fell to the ground: "Brother Yun, why are you blocking the sword for me? I would rather die than have something to do with you. Do you know, open your eyes for me...you look at me..."

"Chen'er, I... I'm afraid I can't do it anymore... you..." Ruan Yunlou opened his closed eyes with difficulty, and the corners of his mouth kept bleeding, looking at her reluctantly: "I... I can save you... This cheap life... willing..."

"No, Brother Yun, I don't want you... you won't die... How can you die..." Feng Yunqing panicked and reached out to cover the blood hole in his back, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with another hand: "I don't allow you to die, I don't want you to die... I've been waiting for you for five years, but you didn't give me an explanation... How can you die? How can you die..."

Tears flowed out, blurring Fengyun's gaze.

"I am you... brother... how can I love you..." Ruan Yunlou's eyes were dim, and he looked at Feng Yunqing's little face with tears scars in greed, trying to reach out to wipe her tears. After exerting force, he found that he couldn't lift it up, so he gave up and looked at her: "I am Feng Chuchen... your biological brother... how... how can you love your own sister..."

What? The wind and clouds are light in an instant, like five thunders thunder!

Looking at Ruan Yunlou, it seemed that his soul had been pulled away from his body, and it was not his own anymore.

"We are twins... I am your brother... You are my sister... sister... But I... still love you..." Ruan Yunlou's voice became weaker and weaker, and his eyes gradually dissipated. In a moment, he finally closed his eyes reluctantly.

"No..." Feng Yunqing screamed shrillly, and reached out his hand to shake Ruan Yunlou's soft body in a mad manner: "Brother Yun... Even if you are your brother, I don't want you to leave me. Get up for me, get up..."

"Have you up! You can't just throw a word and leave. I'm not sure, I'm not sure you die, have you heard..."

"Did you hear it... Get up and get out..."

As he became stronger and stronger, Ruan Yunlou's soft body remained motionless, and the brocade robe and Fengyun's light white clothes became blood-stained together. The tears and blood were glued together, and it was hard to tell who it was.

Feng Yunqing only knew how to shake madly. It seemed that only in this way the person could open his eyes and look at her.

Lan Xiaoqing looked at Feng Yunqing's crazy appearance when she lost her mind and wanted to reach out to hug her shaking body, but her hand stretched out stopped in the air and finally dropped, just looking at her with distress.
Chapter completed!