not good, immortal

Chapter 122 Lu Jun
A cloud suddenly rose in the magnificently decorated cave.

After the clouds cleared, the immortals and demons discovered that the bride had actually floated away on a cloud.

Senior Sister Biting, who was going to watch the fun, froze on the spot together with her Bi Lingniao, neither chasing nor not chasing.

The white-clothed fairy was amazed at the side: "I never thought that my junior sister would hate marriage so much."

Usually, if Fenghe heard it, he would definitely refute it.

But at this moment, she was flying to the east in a hurry, and under the hem of her skirt, the green trees of the Cangshan Mountains in Xishu should have lost their color, and she hurriedly retreated.

In memory, when was the last time I saw Xiaotu?

When Chi You came to choose the Iron Eater?
No, it was later, about half a year later, the Battle of Zhuolu was coming to an end, and the young man with red lips and white teeth had grown.

The youthful Xiaotu came to bid farewell.

If his appearance was also created, it should be the most precious work of Empress Nuwa. At that time, she was a little fascinated, and she never thought that a little earth fairy could come here.

Xiaotu was still wearing the same gray robe, and said that a natural disaster was coming, and he was ordered to send the iron-eating beast to the mountains further north.

He said he would be back.

No, he doesn't seem to be back?

Feng He stopped in the air in a daze, surrounded by mountains, and there was the sound of rushing water slowly going up from under her feet.

But the memory that rushed to her face was like a heavy sap, causing her to stumble and step on the clouds, almost falling.

She remembered that after the Battle of Zhuolu, Longzhou really suffered the punishment of heaven.

That day when she was cultivating in Yunzhou, all the demons escaped from the northwest, and she even saved two fairies who were seriously injured.

At that time, she still felt strange that even the fairy was seriously injured so far, how powerful the miasma must be.

But in retrospect, after that, I never saw Xiaotu again.

She wholeheartedly thought that Xiaotu had already gone north to seek the Tao, and would return in a few days, but thinking that it has been more than two hundred years now... Could what the senior brother said be true?

Feng He floated in the middle of the mountains in a daze, looking to the east blankly.

The surging emotions in her chest made her a little confused as to who she was at this moment.

Is it the self after more than four thousand years, or the self at this moment.

The sound of the wind gradually picked up, and there was a hunting wind blowing like a knife, and in the distance... it seemed that someone was on their way.

wrong.

Dressed in white and wearing a curtain on her head, she floats in the middle of the mountains.

Where have you seen this scene?

Oh, she remembered, it was in a dream that day.

and then?
Is there a flow arrow coming?
She suddenly raised her head and looked around, but there was no arrow, only a fairy coming from the east on the wind.

The other party also seemed to be in a hurry.

Feng He put his whole body on guard before looking over, a white shadow lightly broke through the black distant mountains, and moved towards the direction of Yunzhou, getting closer and closer.

He was dressed in a fine attire and a jade crown on his head, even his ears and hair were combed meticulously, and his dark black hair was not messed up by the wind because of the rush.

The biting fairy air came from him, forcing Feng He to take half a step back, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Where did this power come from, this aura is not like those immortals she was familiar with in the West Wilderness.

Not long after the war ended, the world of gods and immortals was not at peace.

What about Lu Jun...

Feng He's heart sank, after all, he is the great demon of the Western Wilderness, and he has the responsibility to protect the peace of one side.

She took a breath of true energy, pulled out a sword in the void, and tried to block the man in front of her. She tried to ask calmly, "Where did your honor come from?"

The other party didn't reply, and he didn't seem to want to share her name.

Feng He narrowed his eyes.

Even though he was blocking him in front of him, he didn't seem to want to avoid it?
It seems that the visitor is not good.

She lifted up the white gauze on the curtain with the tip of her sword, looked over, but almost lost her mind.

Feng He was stunned, the god-like face, wasn't it the facial features that she had praised several times, like a knife cutting a cauldron, deeply penetrated into her heart.

"Xiaotu?" But what's the matter with his current attire?

Hearing this address, the dignified expression of Yuguan youth was moved for a moment.

This sound is...

"Xiaohe?"

He stopped a dozen steps in front of her.

Just now when he saw the Rihui Jinpao from a distance, he thought that the female fairy blocking the way was sent by his mother, but he didn't expect that the voice behind the curtain was so familiar.

"It's me." Feng He pushed the white yarn away with his sword.

The beautiful face that the banshee hadn't seen for hundreds of years has not changed at all, but on top of the brilliance, there are a few traces of sadness that have never been seen easily.

"Are you going?" Xiaotu couldn't bear it, and frowned slightly.

Feng He pursed his lips, and finally spit out two words lightly:

"break off an engagement."

"Why?" The other party asked anxiously.

Feng He was a little puzzled, why did Xiaotu's face suddenly become so ugly when he heard that he was going to retire.

Could it be that he dislikes his engagement to a marriage?Or, he already has a heart and belongs to him, and he is worried that he will pester him?So I haven't contacted myself for hundreds of years, is this the reason?
All kinds of thoughts filled her mind for a while.

No, what kind of mess are you thinking about?

Feng He recalled the past, as if... Xiao Tu and himself, it seems that there has never been any covenant, hundreds of years ago, they were just young playmates.

What qualifications do you have to ask him?

She lost her mind and put away the sword.

The white gauze fell, covering the face of the banshee, and from behind the curtain, there was only a faint sentence, "I don't like him."

"Then who do you like?"

"What's with you?"

"Of course it concerns me."

"Heh." For some reason, Feng He got his little daughter's thoughts and turned his back. Although he was curious, he didn't want to ask, and just wanted to force him to speak out.

"I'm here to marry you."

what?
She felt that she could not hear well.

The sound of the arrow piercing the wind covered most of that sentence.

Now, she finally understands.

Mountains, white clothes, curtains, arrows...

Yi sent bows and crossbows to send out jiaotu, scorpion snakes, scorpions, chi kisses...

That's too late.

Feng He flew towards the unprovoked arrow, and felt the ice blade with the power of destroying gods melt in his body. The breath was extremely cold, but it ignited all internal organs.

The arrow feathers were still dangling in front of her eyes, and her vision began to blur.

Feng He lowered her head, no matter how she mobilized her spiritual power, the blood still gushed out from her chest, dyeing the white clothes that radiated the glow extremely gorgeously and festively.

She stared blankly at her chest, almost feeling no pain. So this is how life feels like passing?
The strength of the arrow brought her to slam back and fall into a warm embrace.

Xiaotu... Oh, no, it was Lu Jun who held her waist with one hand and condensed the sun with the other, trying to save her rapidly passing life, but it seems that the healing ability that the Sun Yu clan has always been proud of At this point it doesn't work either.

Feng He gently raised his hand, trying to lift the curtain so that he could take a closer look at that face.

But she was a little puzzled, why such a simple action could not be done.

Really tired.

But it's quite comfortable to lie on her future husband's arms, so it's better to just sleep like this.

Lu Jun seemed to be saying these things in her ear, but now she can't hear clearly.

Feng He finally closed his eyes gently, only thinking randomly in his mind, "Burying Yushan, it's really unlucky to have such a name."

(End of this chapter)