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Chapter 178 Containing Qian Sleeping in the Underworld (5)
In the yellow sand, bright red flowers bloom.

In the smoke and dust, Mu Xin fell back all the way, his body bent into an incredible arc, and his back was already touching the ground, while He Lanxiuchuan was hanging on him, smiling and gracefully, as if a demon had descended, wearing his clothes Fluttering, tightly attached.

Liu Cheng who rushed up to stop He Lanxiuchuan, was thwarted by his incomparable true power as soon as he touched it, as if bumping into an invisible giant cover, he fell three feet away in a somersault, rolled to the ground, and crawled for a while. Sorry.

A peerless sharp weapon, no one can take it lightly.

However, Mu Xin is under his command, and the situation is critical, so I have to go even if I die.

Enduring the stinging eyes from the dust, he closed his eyes and rushed towards the battle group, but someone was one step ahead of me. Fang Yijing roared loudly: "You monster!"

The man flicked his sleeve casually like brushing off a blade of grass.

A silver shadow flashed, like a thin and invisible shadow, with a sinister cold air and a decisive murderous aura, suddenly stuck behind Fang Yijing, and pressed Fang Yijing's vest with almost gentle palms.

A line of murderous aura, like a knife's edge, is bounded by the flesh, without turning around or showing mercy, forcing it out.

"hiss."

There was a very slight sound.

I finally saw that gorgeous face that never gave up its charming smile, and I was shocked.

The sky turned upside down, his sleeves curled up like flowing clouds, that wonderful pose that even the softest actor can't do, for him to do it, it's very natural.

But a little less of the past leisurely.

The bloody light flew down like neon lights, and then fell like rain, falling on Mu Xin's clothes, spreading out colorfully.

The bright lips turned dark purple in an instant.

Fang Yijing's body softened frighteningly, became thinner, shrunk down, softened into cotton, thinned into paper, shrunk to half his former size, and rolled into a ball again, in an extremely weird, extremely strange manner. posture, rolled to the ground.

His whole body's bones, internal organs, muscles, bones and muscles were all shattered under that incomparably vicious and vicious palm.

"A respect!"

Liu Cheng, who rushed over to resist Mu Xin's back, let out a piercing cry, which made the grotto tremble slightly.

In just a moment, He Lanxiu was injured, Fang Yijing died, and He Lanyou used Fang Yijing's body as a mediator to succeed in the plot.

And He Lanxiuchuan rolled over sideways, and before He Lanyou's hand could be withdrawn, he was in front of Mu Xin in an instant.

The palm was facing Mu Xin's heart.

I was heartbroken to find that murderous intent flashed across He Lanyou's eyes at this moment, mixed with pain, loss, ruthlessness, hesitation, helplessness, sadness, determination... all kinds of emotions that shocked me so much that I didn't dare to think about it.

I really didn't have time to think about anything, I would rather hurt He Lanyou by guessing wrong than let a momentary hesitation lead to regret for the rest of my life. I closed my eyes and thought about it, and I shouted: "He Lanyou, if you touch him, I will die!"

The world is silent, the wind rushes all the way from the inside of the pass to the outside of the pass, sweeping away, everything in the world will stop at this moment.

I closed my eyes, and tears flowed slowly from my eyelids.

At this moment, I would rather fall asleep suddenly, not have the chance to open my eyes again, not face my own cruelty and determination in person, and not have the chance to see the smiling young man under the carriage, maybe the fragile expression.

At that time, the flowers on Moshang were blooming, but no one could go home with me.

The fingertips were burning with pain, but it didn't reach the tossing and dripping burning like fire in the bottom of my heart, scorching marks were everywhere.

It's just a thin sentence, which has surpassed the youthful thoughts at the beginning, leaving behind the first sight under the full moon, the falling flowers under the horse's hooves, the laughter on the roof, and the banter in front of the fire. , Ten thousand rivers are rushing, only in an instant, and they are irretrievably gone.

"The wind and rain are like darkness, and the rooster crows endlessly. Now that you see a gentleman, is Yunhu not happy?"

The girl who smiled and chanted the Book of Songs with a sweet heart back then, where is she now?
When did the girl who firmly entrusted "I do" between life and death leave?

That young girl who knew love for the first time, never died in the dark river, but died in today's Mobei, a ghost town, in the midst of strong fear and suspicion, and in the hurt of being forced and untrustworthy.

My heart hurts like a twist.

I think it must be a long, long time to close my eyes.

However, when I opened my eyes, what I saw was still He Lanyou. He was facing me sideways, looking at the sky thoughtfully. There was a faint red line dancing there.

It's almost sunrise.

A ray of golden light reflected on his face ahead of time, covering his graceful profile with a layer of bright and shining gold rims. His beautiful outline was as elegant and bright as a virgin. In his eyes, there was an almost pure and clear expression, slightly Nostalgic, lingering slightly, and again, slightly disappointed.

There was a faint smile, clear and flashed back, as if in the long memory, the past that made me happy was suddenly involved, so I couldn't smile by myself anytime and anywhere.

He just stared at Chaoyang fixedly, not at me, not at anyone.

With his back to Mu Xin, he hugged Bi Fang back in his arms at some point.

Just like that, the unprecedented sudden wandering...

"careful!"

How long is a moment?The Buddhist scriptures say: "Twenty recitations are a moment, twenty moments are called a flick of a finger, twenty flicks of a finger are called a twitch, twenty twitches are called a moment, and there are thirty moments in a day and a night."

He Lanyou's unique ecstasy in his life was only for a moment, but it was enough to turn the situation upside down. With the winning ticket in his hands and the final situation, as the purple shadow floated up, He Lanyou could no longer be stable. hands.

He Lanxiuchuan, who was seriously injured, did not lose his ability to fight again. He approached like a ghost, his figure was one void and one solid, like the shadow of a flower blown by a strong wind. No one could recognize the swaying traces, and his fingertips reached Bi Fang's chest.

Or Bi Fang—I really don't know if this lunatic has unusual attachments, or because he knows better than anyone else that only Bi Fang is He Lanyou's Achilles' heel and must be saved.

The fingertips fell, accompanied by dripping blood from the corner of the mouth, far away, you can feel the suffocating sharp wind, sharp and cold, with a chirping sound, the fingertips are still far away from Bi Fang's chest, and his skin has been torn apart. A line of reddish cracks, and fleshy flowers bloom.

(End of this chapter)