Han Shan’s Sword Unsheathed

Meng Xueli walked back with his head down, kicking the small stones that were blocking the road, and his expression was unrestrained.

Ji Xiao said that he did, and did not listen to the conversation between the two, but seeing the situation, they knew they were not happy. He walked towards the little fellow, with his arms outstretched, wanting to give each other a hug.

Meng Xueli ignored it and sat down on the ground like a frosted autumn flower. Ji Xiao touched his nose and sat down with him.

In the wilderness with wild flowers, the two sat side by side to watch the sunset, and Ji Xiao asked softly, "Are you all right?"

Meng Xueli laughed at himself: "Not very good. I messed up again."

Ji Xiao was not good at comforting and accompanied him silently.

The sun sets towards the back of the mountains, and the contours of the rolling mountains are plated with a final orange-red light, and the other half of the sky appears dark blue. The blue-green streamer passing by the peacock tail feathers gradually disappeared, and the long wind traversed the wilderness.

Meng Xueli said: "Don't blame him. I used to be ... frivolous."

The spirit mink, the giant snake, and the peacock once wandered freely in the Three Realms. They were lawless and free. King Snow Mountain once went to the north and fought in the north, and he also played the captain's neck. He knew that Que Xianming had always missed the past and thought that he should be a big demon, and he should be energetic and beautiful. There is nothing wrong with Meng Xueli, and there is nothing wrong with Que Xianming.

Xiao Daolu's words didn't have any end, but Ji Xiao probably understood it. He thought a little funny, who was not when he was young.

"Why are you arguing?"

Meng Xueli: "For Ji Xiao."

Ji Xiao's heart moved slightly.

Meng Xueli: "I am not only for Ji Xiao, but also for myself."

Regardless of life or demon life, sometimes even your closest friends do not understand your intentions. Que Xianming thought he was deceived by love and left angrily.

However, Ji Xiao's existence is more of a faith for him. Prove that he can't do it, someone can do it.

How hard is it to suffer betrayal? How painful is it to reshape the body? How difficult is reincarnation?

Ji Xiao is a long night, in the wind and rain, the sky and the sky are not extinguished.

"I just couldn't be convinced." Meng Xueli said to himself, "My Dao companion has stood up to the ground all his life, but his death is unclear, why?"

Ji Xiao calmly said: "By life and death. The path you choose will have the courage to face the ending." Once you die, you will feel uncomfortable.

Meng Xueli turned his head, staring straight at Xiao Shuyun, his voice trembling, saying one word after another: "I don't believe that there is no black and white in this world, there is no reason. If there is not, I will ask Ji Xiao for reason!"

Ji Xiao saw strong emotions in his red eyes.

Blessed to the soul between electro-optical flint, he seemed to understand something.

Ji Xiao asked softly, "Do you really not like Ji Xiao?"

Meng Xueli's mind was a mess of porridge, Ji Xiao's death, demon world old things, peacock left in a huff, he was out of breath with piles of pieces.

Huo Ran got up and shouted, "Who said I don't like him! Why do we say we don't deserve it? Even if he is the moon in the sky, I am the snow mud on the ground, I dare to like him, is it illegal?

Meng Xueli gasped violently, shouting the truth to be more comfortable, before he had time to calm down, and suddenly a shadow cast before his eyes. It was Xiao Jiyun who stood up and blocked his light.

Meng Xueli was stunned.

When Xiao Shiyun faced him, he always smiled and was gentle and tolerant. In the face of others, although he is speechless, he is also patient and polite.

For the first time, he saw Xiao Zhiyun's expressionless face, his brows covered with frost, and his breath like mountains and deep valleys.

This feeling is familiar and unfamiliar. Meng Xueli was a little confused: "You, what are you going to do?"

Xiao Xiunyun doesn't want to fight?

The wind screamed in the wilderness, and Meng Xueli was about to retreat, but Ji Xiao was pressed into his arms with a strong posture.

Ji Xiao leaned over slightly, their foreheads pressed against each other, and their breaths were intertwined.

He said, "Trust me."

In the next moment, Meng Xueli made waves in his knowledge of the sea.

Ji Xiao splits a ray of consciousness and reaches the deepest part of Meng Xueli's consciousness of the sea.

Meng Xueli was stunned.

The sunset, the wind, the wildflowers, the entire secret realm, everything went away from him quickly, and everything no longer existed.

Falun Dafa practitioners are as vast as a sea of ​​smoke, people can take the house and rebuild, demon can be reincarnated as a human, the skin changes a lot, only the soul of the gods will never change.

The ray of consciousness wafted softly in his sea of ​​consciousness, but he was afraid to disturb him. Like the vast sea, he conquered himself and became a spring gurgling stream. It turned out to be Ji Xiao's breath.

Meng Xueli was shocked by his heart, and he saw a huge wave in the sea.

He heard, saw, touched, and felt Ji Xiao.

Right here, right now.