God of War: Supreme War King

The crimson liquid suddenly appeared, slid down the exquisite jade hairpin, hit the illusory leaves on the ground, and bloomed a touch of enchanting color.

The pain is not as deep as expected.

Shangguan Yuchen looked down and a plain hand stopped in front of his chest. Under the fierce stab, Shengsheng pierced her palm and connected his heart, but he couldn't go deep, and the drops that fell to the ground were bright red. He couldn't tell whose blood it was.

His complexion suddenly changed. He didn't care that he was hurt. He picked up the bloody plain hand with both hands and whispered, "bear it."

Then, he slowly took out the hairpin from her hand and threw it on the ground. Immediately, he tore a cloth strip from himself and slowly bandaged her wound.

The movement was meticulous and gentle, a trace of softness spread over his heart, and Gongyi shadowless slowly opened his mouth: "I said earlier that if we could only have one life, I would die."

Before the voice fell, the internal force instantly sucked the red Hosta on the ground, but before it could start, a gorgeous red light suddenly spread around, which dazzled people's eyes.

There seemed to be a faint sound of cheering from afar. The green grass like a sword in all directions slowly became curled up, from virtual to real, and the green color quickly turned into bright red, long and long, as if it were a burning flame.

The faint fragrance in the mountains seemed to be dispersed by the wind, becoming weaker and weaker until it was almost invisible.

The hand holding the jade hairpin hung down, Gong Yi was shadowless, the sadness faded between his eyebrows and eyes, and the corners of his mouth evoked a beautiful and bright smile: "great, the real blood spirit grass has reappeared."

She took back the hand he held, pointed her foot, and quickly picked a blood spirit grass.

Seeing this scene, Shangguan Yuchen finally showed a gratifying smile. No matter whether she forgives herself or not, how long has it been since she stepped into the valley? In a trance, she turned and walked towards herself.

A blood spirit grass was handed in front of him and listened to her gently say two words: "take it."

Although he was a little puzzled, he obediently stretched out his hand to take the blood spirit grass in her hand.

Gongyi shadowless took the red jade hairpin back into his arms, held his other hand with his free hand, put his five fingers on the back of his hand naturally, bent his eyelashes and said in a shallow voice, "it's down the mountain."

Shangguan Yuchen's body stagnated, and a touch of incredible surprise appeared in her dark eyes. Does this show that she is willing to put down the past and face everything with me? Careful temptation: "you..."

Gongyi's shadowless willow eyebrow raised, "you said you set foot in the battlefield at the age of 14. Years of war made you uncompromising. The world knows that you and I are rivals. How can I lose to you?"

The wind blew her ink hair slightly, her smile was shallow, and her beautiful face was playful.

Shangguan Yuchen's eyes brightened gradually. As soon as his wrist turned, he pressed her tightly into his arms. His voice was light and soft: "then let's face everything together. Since then, no one in the world can separate you and me."

The fragmentary flowers and leaves of the mountain lingered on the two people, and she leaned against him in silence.

When they came down from the mountain, they saw many people kneeling neatly at the foot of the mountain, not only the priests and other people in the blood spirit Valley, but also the king and queen of Nanzhao, the prince of Nanzhao, Sicheng Nuo and the imperial concubine of Nanzhao, Leng Xi, slightly surprised, but heard a respectful and orderly voice: "welcome the blood spirit saint."

They remembered that they were now the emissaries of the true saint of blood spirit and the God of Nanzhao. After all, they were all prominent people. It was only a moment to adapt to such a scene. They soon motioned the people to get up.

The priest's face was relieved, his hands folded, and said happily, "the blood spirit grass reappears, a hundred years of peace."

Si Chengnuo's eyes drooped gently, as if thinking. After hesitating for a while, he finally stood up and respectfully said, "Uncle fourteen, Nuo asks for your forgiveness."

The holy envoy of blood spirit, the true God of Nanzhao, can never be offended again, let alone the origin of these two people.

One is king Chen, the God of war of Tianchen, and the other is king Liu Lanyin. King Chen regards people who are better than life. If there is a slight difference, Nanzhao will encounter the disaster of destroying the country at any time.

Shangguan Yuchen glanced at him lightly and asked casually, "what's the matter?"

Sicheng Nuo lowered his head and said in an uneasy voice, "Nuo was worried that uncle 14 would have an accident. In order to protect Nanzhao from war, Nuo promised to cooperate with his cousin King mo."