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255 Chapter 7 Unbearable Late Arrival and Hurry ([-])
He turned his fingertips to my hair, caressing it gently.

"In this life, who will you have a relationship with? How I wish it was me... Tell me, will you? Will you? Oh, it's another question I don't want to hear the answer... You are in the audience, so Qing Nong, Huai Su, Huai Su, why are you so cruel?"

I stared at his dark eyes like burning fire, and smiled sadly, knowing that he must also be injured.

The fire of Wuyang, the art of attacking the mind, uses the leap of illusory flames to stimulate the fragility of the human heart, and the state of self-indulgence in memories of loss. How can He Lanyou's martial arts be easily mastered, unless he is already injured and his mind is floating , will be taken advantage of by Wuyang's fire.

These words must have been buried in his heart for a long time, if not for being trapped by the Wuyang Formation today, I'm afraid he would hide it so deep that he would die?
Perhaps my eyes were too silent, he finally let go of his hand slowly, and said with a smile: "Liu Lang already hates Pengshan, and Pengshan is [-] times away. Fate, fate, yes, no, but There is no one to worry about, just drunk and laughing in private." He leaned on a huge boulder and squinted at me, "Wuyang formation, that's all, Huai Su, Huai Su, since you are not a good person, why bother?" Hypocrisy?"

I looked at him and said slowly: "The colorful clouds are easy to disperse and the glass is crisp, but at that time, I was already at a loss."

choke!
A pool of clear water jumped up from the bright red flames, like water from the nine heavens falling through the world of mortals, falling straight down, He Lan's chest stretched.

He stood with a smile on his face, his clothes flying in the flames, and he vaguely recalled the young man who undressed and smiled in front of the palace of the King of Xiang, with gentle eyebrows.

I smiled, and the tip of the sword pierced.

In the crackling sound of the fire, one could actually hear the sound of the sword's edge piercing into the flesh, the extremely light loud noise, and the peerless sharpness of the Zhaori Dagger, so that the flesh and bones cannot become any obstacles.

The blood splashed brightly, but it couldn't stay on the silver clothes made of strange materials. It was crystal clear and round like a lotus dew, rolling down one by one, falling into the phantom of false fire, and it was like hot fire meeting water, making endless chirping sounds.

I said word by word: "This sword, blood for blood, revenge for Aunt Ai Lu."

Without waiting for his reaction, the blade turned upside down, the horse hung upside down, and pierced into his chest.

Another cloud of blood splashed, and all of it fell on his face who was standing on the lower ground opposite.

In the intertwined blood and fire, I said lightly: "I am also guilty."

When Zhaori's sword struck his chest, He Lanyou still smiled and didn't move a bit, but at this moment he staggered and held onto a boulder beside him.

Slowly stretching out his hand, he touched his face with trembling fingers as if he couldn't believe it, stared blankly at the blood-red fingertips for a while, then looked up very slowly, looked at me, and said with a sad smile: "You... hello..."

I raised my head, letting the wetness on my face be dried instantly.

"The red lotus karma burns away the sins of the guilty, regardless of each other, why do you alone have to bear it?"

As if he had been hit hard, he covered his chest, bent down, coughed unceasingly, and raised his head after a long time, his face had recovered calm.

There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, very good, it really deserves to be called Xuanji, it's very clear, it's like treating a stranger, impartial, neither asking nor owed, Zhu Huaisu, I really don't understand, how does your heart grow? The Ziming sect is known as Yin Ruan, how can I beat you at all? Sure enough, you still know how to hurt me, you really still know... Whether you let me go or kill me, I am happier than I am now!"

I smiled weakly.

Hate me, hate me.

It is better than the vast other shore, suffering from the pain of seeing but not being able to get.

We are all guilty, and none of us are capital crimes. I cannot take your life, but mine must be saved for those who need me.

He Lanyou, I think, paying off your debt with such a determination may not be happiness for you.

Turning head slowly, looking at him, in my gloomy sight, he stood leaning against a stone, covered his sleeves and coughed lowly, didn't go to wrap his wound, and didn't look at me anymore, leaning slightly, he suddenly straightened up, stepped back resolutely, backed away Xiang, outside the isolated island, in the blue sea on all sides.

"Zhu Huaisu, you hate me so much, but you refuse to kill me because of your hypocritical morality, then I'll help you finish it off, how about it?"

I was startled, and said: "What are you going to do?" I wanted to stand up to stop him, but my limbs were weak due to blood loss, and I couldn't even struggle for a while.

There was a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I heard that the Wuyang Formation is best at attacking people's weakness, and water and fire alternate, yin and yang ebb and flow, false water and real fire, fake wood and real stone, such as the blue sea surrounded by four sides at this moment, if I accidentally enter..."

I exclaimed: "No!"

He smiled, gentle and shy, "You will also say no to me? Are you willing to care about me so much? Should I thank you for your mercy?"

He had already retreated to the shore, and the corner of his silver robe slightly touched the clear water, and immediately there was a chirping sound, and a cloud of blue flames burst out.

The fire on the shore disappeared without a trace.

"Don't—" I struggled to move forward, but every time I moved, my eyes immediately turned black, my hair was soaked with cold sweat, and the foreground in front of my eyes was shaking, floating, and turbulent, and I saw him looking up and smiling, stepping into the blue sea middle.

I beat the ground with my palm and shouted with the last of my strength: "Grandpa!"

"Whoever washes his eyes for the Lord of Heaven should use the water from the Feiming River. Then he will look coldly at the people in the world, and feel sorry for me." The chanting did not stop, the grandfather's sleeves fluttered, and he stepped into the formation with a swipe of his fingers. Down the rock, there was a bang.

The blue sea is dry, the isolated island is flat, the fire of the red lotus has turned into dim starlight, the scenery is still the same as before, under the high platform, in the eyes of the array.

Someone rushed towards him like the wind, but his steps were unsteady, and he could vaguely hear Yang Evil shouting: "Don't run, you, you are dying..."

I forced a smile, and said vaguely: "Grandpa... Tell that kid to be quiet... Life is important..."

As soon as the old man flicked his sleeve, he heard the sound of falling down. The old man snorted and said angrily: "Everyone refuses to stop!" He stuffed a pill into my mouth, which was extremely rude.

I knew I had offended him, so I naturally took the medicine obediently and didn't dare to say anything.

He threw another pill, which landed on He Lanyou who was on the ground, and said, "Take it."

He Lanyou slowly picked up the pill, smiled slightly, "Thank you for your generosity." With a pinch of her fingertips, the pill turned into powder.

(End of this chapter)