Chapter 187 Goodbye Lover

If the growing Qingyu is an ignorant teenager, then the current Qingyu is a blade that licked blood at the tip of the knife and fried in the oil pan. Wash the tenderness of the corners of his eyes and the whiteness of his cheeks, and turn them into a young man with clear edges and corners, and bright eyes.

In just a year, time was like running water, looking at the passing water, and the past was like smoke, as if for such a moment, but in an instant, I shook over and came to the present. This simple wooden door, the familiar wooden door.

The iron ring on the door is specially used for opening and knocking on the door. Once upon a time, I also tried to ring the iron ring several times, and then in the symphony of Jinmu, accompanied by the light silver bell of the woman, the pleasant kick of broken steps, holding people in their arms, as if for thousands of years, as if in another world.

"Squeak"

Suddenly, the wooden door opened, and the people in the wooden door were sleepy, with a residual anger on their faces. When they were slightly angry, their eyes did not open. Just muttering in your mouth,

"Fan Bo, you come as soon as you come. Don't always disturb me to sleep, okay? Although I know three poles a day..."

Then she couldn't speak, because she saw a person, a familiar stranger. A person who has haunted people for thousands of years, a person she never saw again in her life.

FAMILIAR standing in front of my eyes, tears, water drops, big pieces of hot down, like a downpour, endless stream, can't stop.

The slender fingers brushed his cheeks, covering the cherry mouth, hiding the surprise and endless missing in his heart.

Red eyes, enlarged pupils, red blood eyes, the blood has not yet dissipated, but they are often surprised in an instant.

The corners of the teenager's mouth moved slightly, but he didn't say anything after all.

The leaves keep falling in autumn, and who knows my sadness? The wind blows through my cheeks and blows the tearful face. The corners of my mouth are dry, which hurts and painful.

The autumn wind blew away the teenager's hair. He had not cut his hair for a long time, and his hair was as long as his shoulders. The breeze brushed and was quiet.

"Are you... okay?"

With just one sentence, the woman's silent tears turned into a roaring stove, and the rolling thunder sounded in an in an moment.

"Ah wow...wow"

Unstoppable tears, the panicked teenager, the constant movements of his hands and feet. When, Fan Bo had already left, and there were only two of them left.

Although Murong Hong is several years older than Qingyu, at this moment, in front of Qingyu, it seems that she is not a big sister, but a weak little sister.

"cluck"

The woman cried, staggering and unstable. I'm about to fall down.

The young man's eyes were bright and his hands were fast, and he reached out to copy it. He had a big hand, only once, a gentle face, soft and soft, and a handshake in his heart.

"admon"

The woman's warbler screamed and fell into the teenager's arms for a moment.

At that moment, it was like eternity. How many dreams have been broken, and how many nightmares have been made. Just for this moment, warm embrace, lazy and coquettish.

"Why did you come back so long?" The woman's slightly angry voice, with anger, seemed to have a trace of resentment.

Qing Yu smiled bitterly and said with a kiss,

"If you are unlucky, you almost won't be able to come back"

"Hmm?" The woman's body was shocked. The most afraid of encounter in her dreams was that he couldn't come back. At this moment, he said it himself, but it made her feel worried. He quickly asked, "What's the matter? Why did you come back alone?"

"Oh," Qingyu sighed, looked at Murong Hong's slightly haggard face, warm red lips, and smiled bitterly, "At this moment, even Zhiliu, Xiong Kun and others don't know where they are."

Then I said these again. Murong Hong's surprised eyes stared out. She knew that if it had been someone else's words, she would have died thousands of times. Only Qingyu will have such good luck.

But when she heard that Murong He was the biggest spy, she covered her mouth in disbelief and suppressed her crying over the years. She couldn't believe it, not that she couldn't believe it, but that he refused to believe it.

The suzerain who has always been loved by everyone will cause such a great tragedy. Who could have thought of it?

When she heard that Qingyu killed Murong River, she couldn't wait to kill Qing Yu, but she knew that Murong River would kill him if he didn't kill Murong River. She is a little better.

When she heard that her brother Murong Qiushui was taken away by Juanzong, her heart seemed to be picked up. And Murong Qiu turned out to be such a wolf. She really doesn't want to believe why people can't see anything apart from their belly. Many people's minds are so meticulous that they can't find any loopholes.

You can imagine how in the beacon continent is now unknown and hidden in people's hearts.

"Hey" Murong Hong sighed, looked at Qingyu, and then his fingers brushed Qingyu's forehead and touched it down from his forehead and cheeks. Then, you just escaped from death. The brothers at the house that day, my brother Murong Qiushui, and Zhi Liuxiong Kun have no news yet, right?

"Well" Qingyu nodded, "I'm worried about the Mingluan of the Netherworld. Whether it's revenge or for ambition, he will always come here, and Lingzong is very close to the valley where I came out, so I'll come right away. Now I'll pick you up. If you don't want to leave, just stay and look at Mingluan. Will you let go of these stubborn people?"

"Don't" Murong Hong was shocked, "Are you going to leave these seniors of the older generation?"

"No," Qingyu explained, "it's not that I'm going to leave them, but they don't necessarily believe me completely and think I will hurt them. Why should I do thankless things? I still have more than half of my brothers waiting for me. Brother Tianfumen, they are still in danger. I can't delay any longer.

"You can't leave them behind." Murong Hong's face was a little impatient.

Qing Yu saw Murong Hong's impatient appearance, and in order to reassure her, he had to agree,

"If it's the kind of stubborn old man who really doesn't want to leave, I won't keep it. This kind of old man is immortal, and it's also dead. They don't adapt to the trend of the times at all. They think they can live by keeping their ancestors. If so, why were so many people destroyed by the family and their ancestral graves burned? I promise you that you can persuade. If it doesn't work, I'll wait for you for a day at most.

Qingyu sighed, "It's not that I'm ruthless. If it weren't for you, with Fan Bo and these brothers here, I'm busy saving you. If Mingluan comes, you can't leave if you want to. I still have more than half of Xiong Kunzhi's brothers waiting for me. If I'm not here, who knows if something will happen to them? If something happens, I will never forgive myself in my life. Would you be relieved if it were you?