Chapter 60 The End

The dark clouds covered by the moon and water did not disperse, but gradually thickened, covering the whole sky with black and rumble.

The cold night wind is blowing, gently blowing people's clothes.

After a while, there was a loud sound, but the bean-sized raindrops fell down.

Raindrops fell on people's skin, but there was no cold feeling. Instead, it was a hot feeling of being burned with a trace of pain.

Obviously, it is not the usual raindrops.

"It's not good!" Suddenly, such a voice exclaimed among the crowd.

"This is the strange poison of Lianhua Valley, which is extremely toxic. Everyone should retreat to the room to avoid and find a way to detoxify..."

People panicked, regardless of whether the teenager lying in the grass was alive or dead. At this moment, they all rushed to the house.

The rain is falling, and the cool wind is gusty.

Dark blue raindrops fell on the roof tiles, making a "tick" sound.

As the raindrops fell, a layer of blue fog gushes in the rain, permeating the whole Yinglong Villa. The dark blue fog shrouded the luxurious garden, looming and looked particularly beautiful.

It's just a sad beauty that no one wants to appreciate.

The night is quiet, and there is only the sound of whistling wind and ticking rain.

Tonight is the Lantern Festival, a happy reunion day. According to custom, people will hang lanterns made of various colors of paper on the eaves of their homes on this night. Those who have leisure will also guess lantern riddles.

Although Yinglong Villa is also covered with colorful lanterns, no one is gathering because everyone is dead.

With the light of the lantern under the eaves, you can see that the dead bodies on the ground are almost one by one, and none of them can resist the strange poisonous "falling rain" and die.

In the brilliant Yinglong Hall, the door is wide open, and there is an ink painting of "Yinglong Sky" hanging on the wall of the main hall, and the plaque above the painting writes the four golden characters "Yinglong Xiongfeng".

There are dozens of people sitting in the hall, all of whom look depressed and weak. Obviously, they are poisoned, and the real power in the body cannot be driven out.

In Yinglong Villa, which has a population of hundreds, there are dozens of people left in a blink of an eye. Those arrogant and talented leaders sit on the ground with a helpless face, smelling like the end of heroes.

Yang Huanyu lay in her mother's arms and slept quietly. Her lethargy this time was caused by man-made. If not, she would have rushed into the poisonous rain to find her brother.

A young woman walked into the hall, dressed in a black skirt, which looked charming and infinitely. It was the wooden picking of flowers known as the "King of Demons".

She scanned the faces of everyone in the hall one by one, made a "tut" sound, and smiled, "I told you Youao Shengjun last time that it only takes two people to take down your Yinglong Hall. You Shengjun replied that it was impossible."

"G giggles" a few times, and then said, "It's really impossible for two people to take down your Yinglongtang. It's enough for me alone."

How arrogant is Yang Zhong's nature? Unable to convince, he scolded coldly, "You can only make these despicable and dirty means!"

Duanmu picked flowers and laughed and said quietly, "Despicable and dirty? If these four words are said from the right mouth of the world, it sounds very accustomed, but if it is said from your Yang Zhong, it will be very uncomfortable.

Yang Zhong snorted coldly and stopped arguing. Just as he was about to stand up, a mouthful of blood spewed out.

Duanmu picked flowers and squatted down in front of him. His soft and boneless white palm gently brushed his cheek and said softly, "The more you struggle, the faster the poison will be. Look at my eyes and tell me if you want to live and want an antidote?"

Yang Zhong snorted angrily, but turned his face and ignored Duanmu picking flowers. Like an arrogant person like him, he would rather die of poison than succumbing to others.

Duanmu's enchanting eyes turned to Su Qiurong next to her, squatted down, reached out and pushed away the hair on her cheeks, and smiled, "Is Beauty Su jealous? I just touched your husband's face. Don't you want to do this? You know, few men are good things, and it doesn't matter whether they are willing or not. Thinking that you are beautiful and beautiful, your husband hasn't left your beautiful beauty aside and won't give you sweet words.

With that, his eyes fell on Yang Huanyu in Su Qiurong's arms and said, "Your daughter is so cute, as beautiful as you. If she dies, you will definitely be very sad?" How nice it is to keep her alive!"

Su Qiurong glanced at her fiercely and said coldly, "Will you let her live?"

In a blink of an eye, he was already in tears, bowing his head and stroking his daughter's little face.

Duanmu picked flowers and stood up boredly and sighed, "Since you don't want to live, I will fulfill you!" Let you die slowly in endless panic!"

With that, she scratched her slender fingers in the air a few times, and then heard a "shasha" sound coming in from outside the hall.

After a while, thousands of snakes crawled in from the gate, with colorful insects spitting out letters, which looked terrible.

Snakes, a cold-blooded animal, whether poisonous or not, will give people a horrible feeling. When they see it, they want to avoid it far away, and not many people want to contact it.

Being bitten alive by thousands of snakes is probably the most terrible way to die.

Su Hui, Luo Bing and other women who were born afraid of snakes were so scared that they almost cried when they saw thousands of poisonous snakes crawling towards them. They didn't even have the strength to scream. They closed their eyes one after another and didn't dare to look.

Dozens of people in the hall all closed their eyes and waited to die safely.

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, a group of people who wanted to kill others not long ago have now fallen to the point of waiting to die.

"Kka..."

A sound of breaking ice suddenly came, and a cold cold air poured in from outside the door of the palace. The thick ice crystals on the ground spread in from the entrance of the hall and froze all the snakes on the ground in the ice.

A group of people waiting to die opened their eyes when they heard the sound of breaking ice and saw a teenager standing at the gate of the hall, with thin cheeks and a long sword in his hand. The ancient word "jinghong" shone with a faint golden light.

At this moment of death, what kind of emotions should they have in the face of teenagers? Or continue to look coldly at each other?

The intricate emotions on other people's faces are not clear, but the expression on Su Qiurong's face is obviously relieved. She can't help shouting, "Good boy, it's great that you're still alive."

It's just a relief that he is still alive.

Duanmu picked flowers and looked back at Yan Ji. The shock between his eyebrows flashed by and smiled and said, "So it's you! I didn't expect that I was still alive. There was no place to find a place to break the iron shoes. It didn't take much time. You made me find it so hard!"

Although it is a soft smile, the laughter reveals endless murderous intent.

Yan Ji didn't say anything and walked into the hall with a rainbow sword.

Duanmu picking flowers also walked over to him and said lightly, "You are in the poisonous rain, but you are not poisoned. Presumably my "red feather phoenix" has been enjoyed by you as a delicacy?"

Yan Ji confessed and nodded, "There's nothing I can do. The flat-haired beast tried his best to kill me. He couldn't avoid it, so he had to kill it."

Su Qiurong and others listened to it and understood where the phoenix blood flowing in the teenager's body came from.

Duanmu picked flowers and couldn't laugh anymore. He clenched his pink fist tightly and said angrily, "Then don't blame me for taking your life." When she spoke, her curly face trembled slightly, and she could see how precious "Red Feather Phoenix" was to her.

The white palms slowly raised, like dancing, with a faint pink light all over the body.

I don't know why, Yan Ji looked at the pink light and thought of his senior sister Liang Xiangling. He saw his senior sister in Qingzhu Xianju for the first time and saw her wearing a pink skirt.

"Look at me. Do you think I'm beautiful?"

The soft voice, like a wisp of fragrant wind, gently brushed Yan Ji's ear. Looking at those beautiful eyes, I actually felt that they were very similar to my sister's eyes. No, it was clearly my sister standing in front of me.

"Ghost art!" Su Qiurong suddenly exclaimed, "Don't look at her eyes. It's the charm of Lianhua Valley!"

However, Yan Ji couldn't hear her cry, like a dream, hazy, as if there were only him and his senior sister in the world.

"Brother, do you miss me?" The familiar voice echoed in my ear.

"Ye, I want to!" Yan Ji answered the question without hesitation.

The senior sister smiled slightly, stood in front of her, and said gently, "Brother, are you sleepy? Can you sleep for a while?"

Yan Ji couldn't disobey. He answered, shouted "Senior sister" in a low voice and closed his eyes.

"Brother, listen to your sister, close your eyes and sleep obediently, and never wake up..."

"Forever..."

"Never wake up..."

"Forever, forever..."

Gradually lost consciousness and fell into a permanent sleep.

Duanmu picked flowers and smiled proudly, turned to Su Qiurong and said, "Do you think it's easy to kill like this? Unlike your supreme tricks, which have gone a lot of time and may not be able to kill people. That's why I like to manipulate monsters and use charm killing..."

Before she said the word "human", she only felt a huge force behind her back. She penetrated into her body, and her throat was sweet, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Is it the 'Taishang Qingxin Curse' of Sanqingguan? I actually forgot this!" Duanmu picked flowers and slowly turned around and said with difficulty.

Yan Ji nodded and said, "If you hand over the antidote, I can give you a way."

"Haha!" Duanmu picked and couldn't help laughing: "Don't be so big! Do you think you can really eat me? Poor little child!"

At this time, Yang Huanyu, who was lying in Su Qiurong's arms, woke up. When she saw Yan Ji, she could no longer suppress the joy in her heart. She rushed forward, took his wrist and smiled, "Brother, are you all right? That's great."

The small palm grabbed Yan Ji's arm and said firmly, "Brother, don't be afraid. My sister will protect you and prevent anyone from hurting my brother!"

On the childish face, the firm eyes made Yan Ji dare not face it and involuntarily avoided it.

"She doesn't know that we are the enemies of swords..." Yan Ji sighed in a low voice, but she didn't know what to say to her.

"Ah!" But Yan Ji suddenly let out a scream.

His lower abdomen was inserted into a dagger, and the whole body was black, emitting poisonous gas, and the blood flowing out also turned black. The black gas emitted by the dagger penetrated into his body like a demon, making him miserable.

The disciples of Yinglongtang, including Yang Zhong, were stunned and couldn't speak.

No one thought that the day of the attack was really innocent, and the girl who would faint at the sight of blood.

Yang Huanyu!

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The night gradually receded, and the eastern sky turned white, indicating that the night was bright.

In the cold winter, there was a rumble of thunder in the sky, and the pouring rain poured into the huge villa, washing away a dead body on the ground.

In Bagong Mountain thousands of miles away, there is once a lively Qingzhu Fairy House, but now there is only one person and one dog. The girl in green holds a dark blue fairy sword and stands in the rain, allowing the rain to wash herself.

The gray-backed wolf dog also stood in the rain and drenched in the rain with its owner.

Tianzhu Mountain, the top of Tianzhu Peak where Taiqing Palace is located, has built a luxurious view. Under the pavilion in the backyard, the woman in white stretched out her slender palm in the rain, caught a few drops of rain, and then held it tightly.

However, the rain can't be caught at all, just like the passing time, the departing companions can't be caught.

The corners of her eyes suddenly shed hot tears, dripping on her hair on her shoulders.

If you pass away, you will no longer have it, so when you have it again, you must stretch out your hand and hold it firmly.

At this moment, where is the silly little brother in her eyes? Will you still be sad because of the magic woman? Did you have a good time?

Why are you suddenly worried about him?

(The second volume of "The First Sword of Wind and Cloud" "Dragon Pool Tiger Cave" is finished)

(What will be the fate of Yan Ji, Liang Xiangling, Youlan, or Xiao Yi who is hidden from the world? Please continue to pay attention to the third volume of "Xiaoxiang Night Rain" of "The First Sword of Wind and Cloud". Because of the traction of fate, what kind of joys and sorrows will be performed at the meeting in Xiaoxiang?)