Ode to Longevity

The breeze is gradually rising, blowing his clothes, he is standing in front, obviously very close, but it makes people feel very far away. Xie Mei's eyes were slightly closed, and the fire stick turned around to look at Feng Qingge. She responded and raised her hand, as if she wanted to touch her face.

"Crack..." Just when Feng Qingge was in a daze, that crisp slap fell to her face.

It hurt, but it also made her a little awake.

"I've only been away for a while, so you made yourself look like this? You're the contractor of my gluttonous beast. Can you make a difference?" Holding Feng Qingge in his arms, looking at the dying person, he just smiled softly, touched her little head and said, "The fate of Baili Yehua was decided as early as a hundred years ago. The suzerain saved him just to make him wait for you. So many people exist because of you, die because of you, if you want to die, it’s not that easy.”

"Fate, a hundred years ago... Uncle, can you tell me what destiny is, why they have to bear such a fate arrangement, why is it only me who suffers." Why, she is the only one left, where did she do it Wrong, can't she change it!

Gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Feng Qingge's eyes, the fire stick whispered: "When everyone was born, fate gave them an arrangement, what to do and what not to do in this life. , your fate is also doomed. Open your eyes to see who is right and who is wrong. Helanbo has made his choice, now it's your turn."

"It's my turn, what choice? Can I choose?" Can she choose everyone to come back, can she choose Teacher Baili to survive? Does she have a choice?

"Choose..." The corner of his mouth raised upwards, and the fire stick said lightly: "Choose to face, or escape, choose to grow, or retreat. Choose, let go, or obsession."

"Kacha..." At the moment when the last word fell, the figure of the burning stick was completely shattered.

Feng Qingge couldn't understand why even the uncle who was still sleeping suddenly released his soul to say such things to her. Choose, go to his uncle's choice. If she had a choice, would things have turned out like this? Destiny, she doesn't believe in fate at all, she will never believe it!

She didn't believe that everyone around her would die for her.

If she didn't believe it, she would only be left alone to suffer.

She doesn't believe that she is the only one living in this world!

She doesn't believe it!

"Ah!" In the depths of her brain, it was as if something was gnawing at her. The golden pupils were filled with blood-colored light. Feng Qingge grabbed the fire stick violently. The speed of the whole person doubled, and she moved towards Han Bing. smashed it with the two knives.

She doesn't believe it!

Damn, these people, they should all die!

"Clang!" The tiger's mouth was numb from the shock, Han Bing clenched his teeth, and his eyes stared at the person above, singing softly, sober up, please don't be blinded by hatred!

"I want you all to die, die!" An icy voice came from above, and the standing figure slammed the fire stick in his hand, smashing Han Bing's hand bones with powerful force, swept it on his ribs, and turned over. Just kicking him on the chin, the unique golden star power of the Xuanyuan family covers her whole body, and that snow-like gaze almost freezes everything in the world.

light song...

Before he could connect his dislocated bones, Han Bing struggled to reach out his hand, caught the two knives and fell towards Feng Qingge's face.

Get out of the way, sing...

You have lost your way, wake up, okay? You are so easy to be attacked. Only know that it is not enough to fight blindly and release one's own star power.

"Clang..." The two knives slashed on the fire stick, and the tears in Han Bing's eyes fell on the back of the knife. He was speechless, and he dared not tell her who he was.

Even if he told her, he couldn't control his body and couldn't stop.

As her legs sank, Feng Qingge knelt down on the ground violently. The hands that were dragging the fire stick had been shaken with blood, and the blood from the corner of her mouth was flowing downward. The strength of the living dead was simply not something she could contend with. so what! He Lanbo is gone, Teacher Baili is dead, what reason does she have to live in this world!

She doesn't want a home, nothing, even this life!

"Om!" Holding the fire stick with both hands, it spun abruptly, the blue veins on Feng Qingge's face bulged, and a mouthful of silver teeth was almost crushed, dragging the fire stick to stand up.

Stop fighting, okay?

His heart trembled. Han Bing didn't know how to persuade the person in front of him. He skillfully pulled back the blade in his hand. With a single wave of his hand, hundreds of blades erupted at the same time, moving towards the position where Feng Qingge was standing. fall.

"Ah..." The heart-piercing scream was right next to his ear. The bloody man who was wounded by the blade and stained red with blood was holding a fire stick. One step, a bloody footprint. , printed on a icy bluestone plate. The golden enchantment in Chaoyang Sect quickly opened and re-wrapped the Sect.

She didn't smile or tear, just as she took the third step, the burning stick in her hand was shot forward, and the Xuanji knife immediately reached Han Bing's eyes.

"Bangbangbang..." Sweeping away the Xuanji sword in front of him, Han Bing stepped on the ground, holding Hades' double swords in both hands, accumulated all his strength, and fell suddenly.

The person below, holding the fire stick with one hand, was not a resistance in her imagination. She gave up the defense, and the stick that released the golden star power broke through to Han Bing's chest, just like Baili Yehua's wound. Same!

Stop it, stop it!

Qingge, why did you do this, why did you choose to die together!

The black eyes tightened in vain. Han Bing panicked at this moment. Looking at the figure that was getting closer and closer, he had already killed her with his own hands. He didn't want to do any more. Repeat the tragedy of the past life. Qingge, forgive me, okay...

Ghost Star, you will never understand the weakness of the living dead...

The two swords of Hades he was holding suddenly loosened, and the black figure flying from above took the initiative to hit the fire stick in Fengqing Singer. The golden light that shook open instantly burned his internal organs. Sure enough, he was in a sea of ​​fire. In the same, burning pain.

"You..." The strong wind blew her eyes, and Feng Qingge couldn't help closing her eyes.

Looking at her with her face turned sideways, she frowned slightly, just like the first time they met back then, she seemed so difficult to get along with. It's just, you know, you look like this, it's this look, it's pitiful. All I know is that killing a comrade-in-arms with your own hands is uncomfortable, so I put on this mask so that you can't see my face, and you won't be merciful when you strike.