110 Rebirth

The door of time slowly opened in front of Xia Gulin.

He looked up at the turntable of fate, and the man in the center of the turntable seemed to be himself.

He walked forward slowly, and the gold and silver peacock pupils had been successfully blocked by Yaoling and Fengchuan. And the two of them fell to the ground like a broken kite and fell into a coma.

Sure enough, there is yin and yang anti-eating. With only one magic weapon, it has already...

He slowly walked past the two of them. The turntable of fate may be at this moment.

"Xia Gulin!"

Hua Shen, who had been silent, suddenly caught up with him and opened his arms to stand in front of him. Her eyes seemed to be stained with the ink just now, which was too thick to flow.

"You madman, if you use a magic weapon, you will be devoured to death!"

The blue ink beds on both sides slowly descended from Xia Gulin's side. Hua Shen knew that she couldn't persuade him.

She has been completely deterred. Why... She once thought that the only person who could be desperate for important people was his father, the Demon Lord.

Why this man...

He won't think about his life or death at all? Doesn't he really know what "death" is?

She couldn't figure it out.

She could only watch the yin and yang turntable "Kerala" tilt down, and Yan Lixi's yin and yang bodies sensed the call of the wind like autumn leaves. They floated down gently and landed steadily on the ink beds on both sides.

While Yan Lixi's body left the turntable, the yin and yang peacock with its eyes covered on the two poles of the turntable suddenly cried in a sad voice, and its eyes wept blood. The turntable has begun to collapse. If they don't sacrifice the throne weapon for them to settle down as soon as possible, they will attack crazily!

I'm afraid Xia Gulin's spiritual power is not enough to support two magic weapons at the same time!

Hua Shen's hands have been pressed on the double rings of lovesickness. But he only saw the golden light behind Xia Gulin, and he had sacrificed the throne magic weapon!

Swindle, lie... How could he do it!

The flower crawled on the ground deeply and quickly, and the two yin and yang peacock tail feathers fluttered like snow, wiping her scalp and flying low in the air. While the peacock landed on the golden throne, it was also a microwave in the pen wash. The yin and yang bodies of Mo** slowly floated up with Xia Gulin's fingers, and their palms were facing each other, floating and rotating in the air...

The corners of Xia Gulin's mouth kept oozing bright red blood. The clear water in the pen wash rolled up a high column of water and held the yin and yang in mid-air.

Hua Shen didn't want to look at it anymore, but she couldn't move her eyes away. She was really afraid that when the yin and yang began to merge, the man finally couldn't stand it and fell down like this!

It was another scene in Xia Gulin's mind.

He didn't think at all about when he would collapse exhausted.

All he thinks about is his brother.

A golden light flashed at the junction of the palms of yin and yang. Integration, start...

Xia Gulin frowned and finally spit out a big mouthful of blood. Blood kept gushing out like a flood that broke the dyke, and instantly stained his clothes.

In addition, the flowers embroidered with red silk thread in his clothes are also drowned in the hot blood red like bleeding.

Xia Gulin smiled softly. In the end... have you overestimated yourself?

Brother.

Originally, I thought that some words would never be said to you.

But if you don't say it now, maybe it will always be...

From now on, I will bear everything that you shouldn't have.

I will protect you, and you will protect the people of the world.

Blood outlined Xia Gulin's last smile. He closed his eyes and slowly put down his hands.

"No--!"

The wound is as bright as a sharp dagger. Blood rushed into the girl's crystal-like pupils like raindrops, forming a beautiful picture like a tragic sunset.

Hua's deep knees were so heavy that she knelt in front of Xia Gulin's fallen body. The blood into the lake is too strong, and the crystal pupils under his messy hair have no luster.

Those that shine instead of blood, but only blood.

He is dead.

There is no way to turn back time. Except for death, it can bring a person back to the original point.

At that time, they didn't know what a dream was and what a guardian was.

Just lying on the grass slope with a wooden sword, watching the sky change from orange to purple blue;

In spring, the poplar flowers are in full bloom, and the dots float in the clear sunshine in the morning, like snow that will not melt;

Dusk is like smoke, covering the lecture hall they don't like to go to. Behind the hall, there are green bamboo espices, where there is a "secret passage" where they slide down the mountain to play...

Maybe the days in Shushan are the real happiness.

It's a pity that I can't go back.

I can't go back.

Brother.

If time can really go back, or give me a chance to be reborn.

I just hope that we have never been shocked. I'm just the little boy who wields a bronze sword and can't even wear a Taoist suit.

walk side by side with you.

*******

Headache... Cracking.

Why do you have a headache? Isn't it... dead?

Xia Gulin couldn't open his eyes. It was also dark in his mind.

"I once had to let go of the hand of my favorite person."

Who...who is talking?

A burst of severe pain from the top of the head to the soles of the feet. Xia Gulin just wanted to tear his body into tens of millions of pieces to make the pain disappear, but he couldn't feel his body.

It seems that there is only consciousness.

No. This voice is...

"I also wanted to make the happiness of the past come back."

Magic Lord. Xia Gulin sneered. He didn't expect to be defeated by him so easily and by the enemy who didn't even show his face.

It's too early for him to win a thousand years of cultivation.

"I have also given a person a rebirth."

"Enough." Xia Gulin found that he could actually speak, "That kind of rebirth... I don't need it."

"What is rebirth? Rebirth is just a re-death. The voice of the demon master is not old, but like a young man at the age of Xia Gulin. "Those who are willing to give everything for their wishes often get only their wishes in the end. Nothing in the world is unfair.

Demon Lord... What on earth do you want to say?

"What kind of deal do you want to do with me?"

"There is no transaction. It's just your own choice.

Do you have your own... choice?

Just like a person who chooses a sword is to choose his future fate?

So, his fate...

******

The wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful.

Wufu, listen to the outside of the incense pavilion. Xiao Fengchuan stood in the shade of the willow tree, holding the deer in his hand.

Whether it is a human or a deer, it is motionless. Occasionally, a flying insect pounced on Fengchuan's nose, and he sneezed back. There is also a fly wandering over the fur of a deer burning a blue flame...

I accidentally burned into a ball of ashes and it was gone.

Xiao Fengchuan's face has sweated like a river. He frowned and said, "Yao Ling, what are you doing? Why don't you come and wipe my sweat?"

"What's the matter? Didn't you see that I'm still holding an umbrella?" Yao jumped straight, and the umbrella in his hand was not firmly held for a moment. He accidentally shook a piece of hot sunlight on the fresh rice paper.

"Take, umbrella, take it, OK!"

The flower under the umbrella threw the brush deeply, "If you can't finish the painting today, neither of you two wants to have dinner!"

What's the matter?

Yao's aura is so that her nose is about to smoke. At noon, the eldest brother is still listening to the incense pavilion to recover from his wounds. The little witch insisted on giving a portrait of the deer. She also said that the sun is the best at this time, so that Xiao Fengchuan led the deer to the sun as a model; she thought it was too hot, so she asked Yao Ling to hold an umbrella for her! It's already been painted at noon!

What's more, what's the matter with this painting...

Yao Ling looked at Xiao Fengchuan pitifully. Forget it, he is more pitiful than Yaoling. Just now, he also wanted to ride the deer to escape, but he was knocked violently by Hua Shenshen and the deer. Be honest.

Is this called, one thing drops one thing.

If you stand like this, you won't get heatstroke...

Yaoling was so shaken by the sun that he couldn't open his eyes. In a daze, a flying insect found the right place and rushed into the deer's nostrils.

The deer pretended to be okay and watched the flower bow its head deeply and draw paint flying. It hurriedly slammed out of its nostrils.

"Hone with me! If you move again, I will cut you into stewed venison!"

"Gigling..." The deer was so scared that it made a series of strange sounds in its throat. The bell-like eyes stared at the boss, and the tears hung on the long eyelashes, shining.

Look at how scared the little animals are.

What a pest! By the way, why did you take her to Wufu to stay as a guest? Although she did help a little bit about Yanzhi's trial tower, isn't that what a loser should do?

This stinky girl really treats herself as a green onion? Wufu is not her family! Don't say anything to everyone, it's up to her to decide the food in the whole house!

Breakfast is hot pot!

It's also hot pot at noon!

There is no need to say about dinner... Whoo-hoo, it must be hot pot...

This is a hundred times more painful than making Yaoling lose his skin in the sun...

It's okay to eat hot pot on such a hot day. When Brother Xia wakes up, do you want him to eat hot pot when he has just recovered from a serious illness?

No! Be sure to get rid of this snat! Absolutely!

"Yo, is everyone there? This is..."

is Wulingchun. He folded the fan and turned a flower in his hand, and stood at the stone table just looking at the painting painted by Hua Shen. Brother Chun didn't say a word, but the expression on his face changed quite intriguingly. Amazing, confused, afraid, much better than the picture he was looking at.

Not long after, Yan Qingdu and Wu Mei came out of Tingxiang Pavilion. Hua Shen originally painted very seriously. Hearing the sound of opening the door, the tip of the pen paused, leaving a large piece of ink on the white paper.

Wulingchun asked Wumei with his eyes. Wumei nodded with a smile, and Wu Lingchun was at ease.

"Ah... Miss Hua's painting is..." Wu Mei originally wanted to say a friendly greeting to this rude and lawless young lady, but she found the wrong words. Her eyes stayed on the drawing paper and could not be moved.

"This painting...is it a horse?"

Hua's fingers holding the pen deeply suddenly stiffened.

"Puff." Yaoling can only use this word to express his mood at this moment. It's so cool.

"Horse? It doesn't look like it. I look like a rabbit." Yan Qingdu made a lot of comments. Brother Xia was out of danger, and everyone was really happy. Even the humor of Yan Qing, a wooden man, has really increased a lot.

"It's a deer, right?" Wu Lingchun smiled and said, "Why did the deep girl draw this deer?"