Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Forget the waters of the river and flow, and the red flowers on the other shore are in full bloom.

Ye Yunlan squeezed the heart-clearing charm in his hand, and the fingertips hanging in his sleeve trembled slightly.

He looked at the people on the bridge in silence, what did he want to say? But? What? Can't say anything? Come out.

He knows that this is just an illusion in the secret realm, that this is his real fantasy, that the person has disappeared, and that even if there is reincarnation in this world, it will not be possible for them to meet again.

He knows that there is nothing in the world that can bring the dead back to life. He knows that even if he lives a lifetime, he will not meet the people he used to be.

He knew that counting from the day the person left, it has been a hundred and nine years since today, and a total of 39,972 days and nights.

The man on the bridge looked at him with his head turned, and stretched out his hand towards him.

The opponent? Scarlet eyes seemed to condense the dried blood of the dead souls, and the mask on his face was even more hideous like a ghost, but his voice was low and gentle.

"Come here." He said, "Xianzhang, I want to hug you."

Didn't Ye Yunlan consciously take a half step forward?

The wind blew his plain white robe and his long black hair was flying.

His fingertips tremble more?

It's just that it stopped at the same place after all.

Did the people on the bridge wait? He didn't wait for a while? He came over, but he didn't care, he just laughed, "Xianzhang is still so shy."

He jumped from the railing to the ground and walked towards Ye Yunlan.

The man is tall, with a large robe and black clothes. The hem of his clothes is stained with a large amount of dark blood. There are faint traces of thunder and fire on the hands exposed in the sleeves.

He said: "Since Mingyue is not willing to enter my arms, then I have to rush to Mingyue and leave."

The man walked to the white bone bridge, bowed his head slightly, his tall figure enveloped Ye Yunlan, and said with a low smile.

"My bright moon."

Ye Yunlan's body was shocked.

After a long time, he called out in a very low and dumb voice? "... Your honor."

Mozun stretched out his hand to embrace him in his arms.

The familiar breath and powerful heartbeat surrounded him.

He smelled the faint smell of blood, the scent of flowers on the other bank, and heard the water of Wangchuan River rushing against the convex rocks on the river.

He saw the red petals flying in the air like sparks, saw the boundless **** sky, looked at the man with the ink and **** eyes, reached out and pinched his chin, so that in his eyes, he could only carry the other person. All the figures.

The demon said: "Xianzhang, go home with me, okay?"

After all, he wanted to lean in and kiss.

Ye Yunlan said hoarsely: "...Okay."

The moment his lips touched, he closed his eyes and crushed the heart-clearing charm in his hand.

He felt that his lips were touched by Ruoyu, the hot body temperature pressed against him, and the familiar breath enveloped him, and the world became trance and confusion in an instant.

After that, everything gradually went away.

The spiritual power of the Pure Heart Charm is like a cold spring pouring on the tip of his heart. He opened his eyes and revealed that there is no more in front of his eyes? That figure, no? Forget the river and the bone bridge, only the blood-red hallucinogenic flowers from the other shore, scattered all over the ground. A **** moon hangs high over his bones, and the dark sky in the Nether Secret Realm.

Ye Yunlan raised his hand, his fingertips touched his lips, and for a moment, he dropped to his side again.

He took out? A new cleansing charm, pinched it in the palm of his hand again.

Looking around, he couldn't see the figures of other monks. He was not in a hurry. He had been to the Nether Secret Realm in the previous life and knew that there were three levels in it. The first level was not too dangerous except for a few magical magic circles.

It's just that the monks who enter the secret realm will be scattered, and according to the law, the closer the time of entry, the closer the distance.

He and Shen Shu entered one after another, and the distance shouldn't be far away.

He used a little bit of spiritual knowledge, simply pinched the position of Shen Shu, and found that he was in the east.

A feeling of suffocation surged in his chest. He coughed and coughed, then wiped off some blood stains from his lips, and then headed east.

…

Shen Shu walked in the mist, could he see the five fingers around him, and he could even feel the breath of Ye Yunlan.

The residual light sword cuts away the fog, and it will regroup soon.

He slashed blankly, his pace was getting faster and faster, and the hostility in his eyes became heavier.

The pupil tip? Suddenly shrank.

He saw a long sword, and he was very familiar with it.

It is the absence of Master.

Drop by drop spread along the road ahead. He walked quickly along the blood stains, and the dense fog in front suddenly opened up.

Ahead? Is a spring of water.

The secluded spring pool was clear and clear, with round pebbles stacked around it, and a pile of snow-white clothes was thrown on the bank, stacked in a mess.

Shen Shu stared at the pile of clothes for a moment, then slowly raised his eyes.

But I saw that there was a shadow of a person beside the spring in the distance, nothing on his body, dark hair and white skin, constituting a thrilling beauty and temptation.

That person was familiar with hot appearance, as if it were natural, difficult to describe in words, but at a glance, like a moon like snow, he was clearly his master.

Ye Yunlan was lying on the edge of the spring, his thin back trembling slightly, showing a graceful and seductive curve.

He noticed the movement, turned his head, his eyes were red, and he saw that Shen Shu's eyes lit up, as if he had found a savior, and said: "I have an injury for the teacher? It hurts... The body hurts..."

He seemed to be unable to bear the shaking more and more severely, the mist in his eyes was dripping, and his voice trembling pleaded.

"Shu'er, come here...help me."