The rain in front of him became heavier, but the soldiers did not speak out, and they still stood like wooden sculptures, as if they had not seen the silver thread flying all over the sky, and the pain that hit the body was completely unaware of it.

The two armies confronted each other, and the master who sat on it never said anything, so naturally no one would say a word or a word. Only the sound of rain falling into the soil fell on the moon-white figure like a sword.

She hates.

Since the show has gone on, we say goodbye to each other and be happy. Why bother to make such a fuss?

From the moment she stole the water spirit technique, she had already thought that she would end today, but she didn't expect that this day would be so late. Yes, it was too late. She had been waiting for this time for a long time.

The water spirit technique, or from the beginning, she never thought about having it. It was just that power, sometimes it was too confusing. The oath she made was so vulnerable in the face of power, and soon became a powder.

Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart was always in the blue sea and blue sky. For her, the blue sea and blue sky were a torment. She couldn't fall asleep every night, and she began to feel regretful, but she was afraid of death. The world was too prosperous, so she refused to leave and died. How much courage and despair would it take to die?

Who is not afraid of death? They are not afraid of losing everything they have finally obtained.

I felt guilty, but I enjoyed it again, enjoying everything I got from the betrayal. In the end, the friendship was shallow and eventually disappeared, and what I left was nothing but deep guilt and apologies.

When Zhenzhen arrived at the moment when Xiaolan soldier was at the city, she felt unprecedented relaxation. It was like returning to the day when she first met, raindrops dripping into the soil, and a red oil-paper umbrella spread out in the bamboo forest, a glance seemed to be like a glance of ten thousand years.

"Thirteen, congratulations." She said lightly, with a burning joy in her eyes, a little bit light, as if she was whispering to a lower head, and it seemed that she had never seen it before. She had always seen the umbrella held by Xiaolan at a glance. Thirteen, using the blood of the thirteen cities, really dyed these thirteen peony. And he could survive after all.

She looked at Xiaolan deeply. Although she was facing Feiyun's face, her eyes gave her unique coldness. After all, she could not see Xiaolan's true appearance, she could not see him with a pale face and a flying expression, and she could not see him who could finally stand up, with a glorious world. But there was no so-called ifs in the world, and there was no so-called success.

But they missed it.

After she said this, a drop of water fell from the corner of her eyes. I don’t know if it was tears or the heavy rain today. I closed my eyes and smiled slightly, and then fell like a butterfly. The city wall was slightly higher. She seemed to hear the rustling wind in her ears, just like the phoenix asking for the phoenix that he had played back.

The phoenix returns to my hometown and travels around the world to seek its phoenix.

I haven’t met you at the time and I have no one to go to this hall now!

There is a beautiful lady in the boudoir, and the room is close to me and I am poisoned.

Why do we meet the necks of mandarin ducks? Hu Jie is flying together!

The phoenix is ​​like a phoenix and a phoenix live from me, and I will be my concubine forever.

Friendship and harmony, who knows each other in the middle of the night?

Both wings rose and flew high, and my thoughts made me sad.

What I left for her was just melancholy. Feng Xifeng Xi finally left the phoenix and returned to her hometown. And that hometown has never been her hometown. This life was very frustrating, very frustrating. Before the landing, this was her last thought. If there was a next life, it would be better not to see her.

The moon-white clothes were stained with soil, making them look particularly embarrassed. The blood stained with soil, and there was a little blood. The rain was too heavy, and the bright red blood was washed away very quickly. There was only a piece of moon-white clothes left, and the wrapped one was a cold corpse.

Xiaolan looked coldly, with no turbulence in her eyes, as if the person who fell down, she had not known him or had no relationship. However, Subai's hand had blue veins and she was a little tightly holding the oil-paper umbrella.

At the handle of the umbrella, there was a speed visible to the naked eye and climbed up the blood vine that looked like a vine but was red. The blood vine spotted with moon-white flowers, which looked even more charming.

Under the city wall, the moon-white figure disappeared like smoke and smoke, leaving no traces left.

The people in the city cheered and leaped, just to be happy that they could welcome a new monarch. The sudden sound disrupted the silence of only the sound of rain. The soldiers under the city were still standing like wooden sculptures, and the people in the head did not speak, and they did not move.

"It's useless." Xiaolan said coldly, holding the umbrella handle, the blue veins were exposed even more violently. Suddenly, the rain in the sky stopped, and the sky was blue and white.

And those who had been wet in the rain, soldiers, and city walls, all floated all over the ground like powder.

The noise naturally disappeared.

The city before also disappeared, as if it had never existed. Kyoto has become yesterday, and now it has only wasteland covered with soil.

Xiaolan stared at the soil that had fallen from her, her eyes as ice as ice.

Fate is born and destroyed. After death, everything is just the word "love and hate". Dead is like water, while living is like fire, disturbing the water, burning hot, melting iron, and finally casting a sword, hurting her and herself.

But what if you live for generations? After entering the underworld and passing through the gods, you still can’t find the first time you see the Chinese, the way of heaven, or the same.

"Water Spirit Art." Chi Yue muttered again, put the book "Jun Yi Wen Ji" on the tallest book shelf.

"It is said that it is a water control, but it can also be used to kill people. The so-called red color is an umbrella with thirteen white peony. It is thought that it is the red peony umbrella that I saw in the blood-crying weapon list. The peony made of blood from the Thirteen cities is formed, the umbrella bone made of jade bones, the umbrella handle made of ice gems, and the umbrella face that the person I think of. After getting this umbrella, although it has the power to kill thousands of people, it is like destroying himself." Chi Yue said coldly, with a cold look in her eyes.

Most of the most powerful weapons in the world are like this. This is probably the case when preserving the laws of nature and destroying human desires.

This Xiaolan is also a cruel person.

The rain in the capital was a bit heavy. I thought that the rain would fall a little quickly and the wind would clear the clouds, but I didn't expect that it would fall. After a few months, it still fell, as if it had become increasingly powerful.

There was also panic in the Pear Garden. Today was when Gu Yanbo entered the pass, and Hu Chenqun was already waiting in the Pear Garden.

This time the entry into the pass was a big deal, and although Hu Chenxie was so naughty, like a monkey, he could bear the responsibility when he was in the real scene. Otherwise, the imperial concubine would not have been very relieved to hand over the protection of the Dharma to Hu Chenxie.

"Gu Yanbo, I said how long will it take for you to enter the pass?" Hu Chenqi leaned slanted outside the pavilion, looking at Gu Yanbo, who was playing the guqin leisurely in the house, pretending to ask unintentionally.
Chapter completed!