231 kiss on the wrist

Wu Lingchun stretched out his hand and caught the blue spiritual core falling from the air. The purple thunder array was closed in response. He turned around and walked out of Mochi, and happened to meet the distant spirit who was in a hurry.

"Brother Chun? What about Fengchuan? How's Fengchuan going?

Wu Lingchun walked over without saying a word. When he walked to the ruins and walls, there were thousands of miles of clouds and fog in front of him.

His face was expressionless. Holding a warm handshake, still stained with Fengchuan's blood, the white sleeves raised, and drew a meteor-like arc in the air--

The spiritual core of the moon flew out of Wu Lingchun like a meteor.

At the other end of the paper city wall, Xia Gulin and others are fighting fiercely. The paper and ink fortress fell half of its arm under the sword of the sixth prince, and the figure of the demon finally reappeared on the edge of the pen, ink, paper and inkstone array. He looked at the blue light in the clouds and heard a woman's sad cry in the ink pool.

"It's almost time." As the demon master said, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was afraid that his eyes were drying up and carefully extended his eyes. The familiar magic gas was getting closer and closer.

He is coming. He came to save his son, didn't he?

"Next, it's my decisive battle with him. I want to clean up the battlefield." The demon master said, pushed forward with one hand, and the golden wheel-like array was formed in the air, rolling away to Xia Gulin and others like a huge sun burning in the sky. The mighty flame burned the sword and crossbow string. When the six people were forced to retreat, Xia Gu waved his sleeves and built an ice wall in front of him. The ice wall was born continuously, freezing the burning flame inside!

"Xia Gulin..." The demon raised his eyes and stared at Xia Gulin coldly. "The sixth prince has you, so he has to be defeated. I still remember that six years ago, in order to keep your promise to protect each of them, you did not hesitate to implant the soul of the moon into the son of the deceased. Is it the implementation of the great righteousness in your heart that is so harmful to others and self-interested?

"Oh, why did you chase Xiao Yangchun's son for thousands of miles? What kind of qualification is Xiao Fengchuan? Don't you believe that he can do what everyone in the world can do?

Xia Gu stepped up the ice. At the moment of jumping high, he caught a glimpse of the scene of blood flowing all over the ground in the ink pool. His heart was not relaxed, but the seven swords in his hand were still stabbed. Xia Gu stepped on the clouds and jumped, retreated and moved forward. A sword in his heart was like a cold water canoe. The Milky Way floated, and the sword spirit was agitated, shaking the heavenly Big Dipper. The shadow of the sword is staggered and burned into a seven-star array in the clouds, like a lotus flower, like a Sanskrit sound, like a twilight mountain, like a beautiful flower, like a wave and a surge in the sky, like a wind and cloud. Thousands of shadows, only at the most concentrated moment, combined into a long sword that opened the world, cleans away the sun, moon and stars, and divides the world into two!

This blow...

At the moment when the Qingtian sword lit up the sky and the earth, the silver string was still singing and dancing in the hands of Nangezi, the horizontal knife was still shouting in the ink ghost and paper soul, and the golden crossbow and arrows were also flying and singing above the nine heavens, but they all looked up and looked at this shocking blow. With a crisp sound, the world is broken. The storm, I don't know where it came from, shocked the flower basket in the Jiutianyao pool, the fairy's hand, messed up the soul array of singing and dancing in Jiuyou Wangchuan; woke up the dandelion in the melting sunset, drunk in the wind, and fascinated by the shepherd boy who was sleeping in the bright breeze. Immortals and demons sigh, and gods and ghosts are suspicious. Why do you bully the vastness of the west wind and the purity of the water? The first sword in the world, not a cluster of water and the west wind, only Xia Gulin, sword to rule the world, proud of the world!

It is not attached to the west wind, but to use the sun, moon, rivers, mountains, rivers and trees for himself. Only with a sword in his heart can he be invincible... The devil thought, let his figure be completely swallowed up by the sword.

Is it successful?

When the smoke dissipated, Chu Yunshen Nangezi and others looked at the direction of the demon's fall, and only felt that the paper and ink fantasy under their feet had begun to gradually collapse and could not stay any longer. Chu Yunshen and Nan Gezi Yan Qingdu searched everywhere but couldn't find Wulingchun. As for Yao Ling, he still held Fengchuan in the Mochi and didn't say a word. She stopped crying, but couldn't take her eyes off Fengchuan, as if she was waiting for something.

"Yao Ling, we won! You can't stay here for a long time. Let's go!"

"No." The ground under him shook, and the magical paper bricks floated down one by one, but the distant spirit was not moved. "When Fengchuan wakes up, he will take me away."

"Don't be angry with Yao Ling. If you continue to stay here, both of you will be in danger!"

Although Chu Yunshen can't feel the breath of Fengchuan at all now, he still said so.

"...I said he would wake up, and he would definitely wake up. You go first. I want to go with him."

Yao Ling knows that the problem this time is far more serious than any other time. Because Fengchuan was not injured or unconscious, but after he completely stripped the spiritual core of the moon with his sword, his body could not adapt to the normal state of only one soul five years ago, so he could not wake up. However, Fengchuan wants to find a complete self, but he can't talk about it for a long time. If he still can't wake up within an hour, he will never wake up.

One hour.

At this moment, there seems to be an hourglass hanging on the tip of the distant spirit heart. The sound of the flowing sand falling is like a cold sword sneaking in the marrow of the distant spirit heart, making her afraid, suffocating and crazy.

She wants to love him all her life. But the love of this life will have to be decided by this hour. Whether you can wake up or not depends on Fengchuan himself; but Yaoling has decided that if Fengchuan can't wake up, they will die together.

"Mr. Nange, selfish, Brother Qingdu, let's go. I can do it alone." Yao Ling said just staring at Fengchuan. She has no time, no time to cry, no explanation, no time to express her courage. If you try your best to express it, the spring-like courage will become countless, flowing away with the hourglass.

Seeing that Yao Ling was like this, Nan Gezi stopped Yan Qingdu and Chu Yunshen, who were about to continue to dissuade him, and the three of them left Mochi together. The Mochi fantasy is distorted, black and white are intertwined, and the voice conveyed in the space begins to blur.

"Xiao Fengchuan... I just eavesdropped on the conversation between Brother Chun and Big Brother under the wall. I know everything..."

Yao Ling muttered to Fengchuan. She whispered. Now Fengchuan's soul is like a dewdrop on the tip of a leaf. With a slight breeze blowing, the hope of a life will fall. She said, "I've thought about a lot of things in so many days, but I haven't had a chance to tell you what I really think..."

It's too fast. From knowing the ambiguous relationship between Wu Lingchun and Fengchuan to knowing the whole truth, Yao Ling felt as if he had had a strange dream. She can't tell from this dream whether she should be sad or happy in the future. However, she resolutely laughed at the idea that she wanted to compete with Wu Lingchun for Xiao Fengchuan. If the truth is not a pair of two spirits, but - Xiao Fengchuan just stepped on the moon that has lost his memory, now that he remembers, how should Yaoling deal with himself?

In the turbulent world, who will fall in love with whom, who will forget whom, who will walk around in whose life, and who can retain and retain. Yaoling has always been contradictory in his heart. She had to think more than once that maybe she could really get married with Fengchuan smoothly, but she had a hunch in her heart that maybe she would run away on the eve of marriage...

In the end, we still need to escape to solve the problem. But if the distant spirit doesn't go, does Fengchuan have to choose between Wulingchun and her? Yao Ling was not afraid that she would be abandoned by Fengchuan, but could not bear to let Fengchuan bear the pain of making a choice. As long as she leaves, everything will be back to normal. The sixth son is still the former sixth son. Walking on the moon and Wulingchun can also accompany the world as before...

She really shouldn't have intervened with the six princes from the beginning and regarded herself as a member of the six princes. People like her are neither qualified nor brainy. How can she be worthy of these amazing talents, loyal and courageous people?

She was originally entrusted by the secret letter to help the sixth prince protect the hunting soul and fight against the demon. Now that the task has been completed, she has no need to stay. She has learned so much from the sixth son that she can face difficulties, loneliness and traps alone in the future.

So... I basically made the decision to give up Fengchuan.

I'm so unwilling.

However, if Fengchuan loses her, losing her will only cause her trouble and will only doubt him, which should be a good thing...

Yao Ling thought desperately, but her hot tears stung her eyes. She could neither face Fengchuan nor herself. Why, the hard-won reason, the hard-won choice, until now, my heart hurts as if it's about to break up.

So, if you don't do this, the person who is in great pain will be Brother Chun.

The man who guides him, cares about him, stands up for her, and overcomes all difficulties for her.

After all... I still can't hurt him.

Yao Ling wiped away his tears. An hour has not passed, but the fantasy of pen, ink, paper and inkstone is about to collapse, and you must take Fengchuan out! Bring him... to Brother Chun's side!

Yao Ling summoned Liu Yun to urge the snow sword and helped Feng Chuan to the sword. He was about to go away with the sword, but the gravity on his wrist couldn't help but let Yao Ling make a "a" sound.

It's Fengchuan... Yaoling looked along his wrist, and it was Fengchuan's hand holding her. Did he... wake up?

"Are you an idiot?" Fengchuan clenched Yaoling's wrist, and his angry eyes scared Yao. "What stupid thing you just told me? You have been doubting me, making trouble for me, and making me at a loss to take care of you, but now you are going to abandon me?

"It's not...that's not the case..."

"Also, what's wrong with your right hand?" Yao Ling wanted to pull her hand back, but she seemed to be fixed by Fengchuan's loving eyes and couldn't move at all. Fengchuan loved it very much. He carefully picked up Yao Ling's injured right hand and kissed him gently on his wrist.