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When the fierce beasts in the underworld turned the world upside down, the human world above was also nervous and alert. The army of the demon world stopped within a hundred miles from the entrance of the human world. Zhenzhong Fusheng expected that the demon world would first attack the human world on a large scale, but he didn't expect that they were so cunning to let a wave of fierce beasts attack the underworld.

The battle against the human world did not appear, so I can't figure out what the intention of the demon world is. In fact, the demon master had long heard the news that the other five worlds would unite to fight against demons, and guessed that they would definitely attack the human world first. It would be better for him to send an army to suppress the situation, create panic, and fabricate the illusion of attacking the human world. On the other hand, he summoned the ancient flood and strange beasts from parallel space to attack the underworld.

If it seems to be real, it is false, and if it seems to be false, it is true. The devil's chess move is really amazing. After a few days in a row, the wind and waves on the surface were calm, which made the general Fusheng, who was in the command position, a little restless. He stood on the city of the palace of the human world, and the slow night wind blew the ink and green silk. Tonight's moon was covered by dark clouds. The moonlight made people a little nervous. He didn't know what was going to happen, but always There is an ominous foreboding.

In the barracks of the Hundred Miles of Demon World. The woman in a uniform secretly changed her heavy armor, put on a green gauze tulle and secretly left under the cover of the dark night.

"Dance! What are you doing?" A stern voice reproclaimed, breaking the tranquility of the night. The woman in green, who walked carefully, was shocked and turned around and said with a smile on her face:

"Brother, I just want to check the night to see how our army's defense is?" Dancing and smiling brought a little luster to this dark night. The person who is called the elder brother is the great protector of the demon world.

"Dance, the war is coming, don't mess around!" The world-known personality will not be like what she said, and seeing her dress doesn't look like a patrol at all. Naturally, I'm a little angry that this sister has to worry about when she will grow up.

"Brother, although... although the war is imminent for me... I'm going to see the situation in the underworld. Let's see if they need support." The dancing tone is a little unreasonable. If she is telling the truth, she doesn't have to be so sneaky. In fact, she can't rest assured of Yan Jun. She wants to see how he is now. Are you hurt?

"You are not allowed to go. Now is not the time for you to fool around." I don't know the intention of dancing. He didn't know the person who had something in his heart, but he knew that this sister was a trouble-treaking spirit, and she would be made a fuss by her wherever she went. He can't mess up the devil's plan.

"Someone took the second guard away. I can't let her leave the camp half a step without my order." He said majestically to the soldiers below.

"Yes!" Several people gathered around and danced. Qingwu pouted unhappily and glanced at the world, turning around to go back to her tent. But just when everyone thought that their second protector would cooperate obediently, they danced and flew away from the encirclement of the soldiers. Jumping to the semi-empty hands, the faint light spots lingered for a while and disappeared in front of them.

"Dance!" I only heard a roar of anger.

In fact, Qingwu didn't love Yan Jun so much at the beginning, but how much affection could he have at first sight? However, after Yan Jun sacrificed her life to save Xiaowei, although she was a bystander, she was deeply moved by the affectionate and righteous man's sacrifice for the great righteousness of love. I also feel sorry for him like this.

She flew quickly to the underworld, and her whole heart hung up. There is a kind of pain and powerlessness to lose her most precious treasure, which makes her extremely uncomfortable. When she came to the entrance of the demon world, a powerful strange force shocked her to stand unsteadily. She crossed the boundary without much hesitation.

The underworld is really tossed and smoky, and the wandering ghosts flying all over the sky screamed. The dust is flying everywhere, the corpses are everywhere, and the muffled air mixed with the smell of blood permeates the surroundings, which is almost suffocating. She frowned slightly and a trace of sadness overflowed her face, and her heart trembled so tragically and tragically. The wet mist in the eyes hangs on the eyelashes. An emotion called heartache spread all over her body like venom, which made her even more uncomfortable.

"This man is fighting alone. Who will advance and retreat side by side with him?" His lonely figure appeared in his eyes.

She danced and flew quickly to the center of the battle. If there was no one beside him, she was willing to be the only person standing beside him. Whether he accepted her or not, she made up her mind.

"Boom...ka!" Like a loud thunder, the whole underworld is trembling and disappearing rapidly. There is a blankness in Qingwu's eyes. Is she still in a hurry? She couldn't watch him disappear. The magic shadow quickly came to the place of the loud noise, and a strong strange force absorbed her. She saw that the redness falling from the air was very unwilling and determined to be like the plum blossoms in the cold winter, and he was still proud in the cold snow.

She didn't hesitate to follow the direction of her heart and help him. They depended on each other like green leaves and red flowers. The source's green spiritual power wrapped them and gradually sank into the abyss and could no longer be seen.

"No!" Xiaowei broke his throat with a farewell call. She owes him too much in this life. The original split fracture healed quickly as if there had never been a tragic scene just now. It was like a dream, but I don't know if it can still be the same as before when I wake up? Will the old man still be there?

At the same time, the sky seemed to have been torn apart, and a golden light shot from the crack and flew to her warmly around her. Familiarity and warm feelings filled her whole body, awakening her heart immersed in pain "floating life..."

"I'm sorry, I'm late." A magnetic and slightly hoarse voice sounded in her ear and lingered in her heart. Who inadvertently touched her heartstrings and played the eternal infatuated song. When this person came back in front of her again, it was like the reincarnation of several generations. Only that love remained unchanged and was deeply engraved in the depths of the soul.

If the occasion is not right, he will hold her in his arms forever. If the occasion is not right, she will engrave a deep kiss on his red lips. If the occasion is not right, they will be desperate to have each other.

Xiaowei stood in another space and looked at him. She raised her hand to touch his face and found that there was an invisible wall between them. She was blocked by another space. Fear and disappointment appeared on her face. When she desperately withdrew her hand and held her hand with a big hand, the warmth and familiarity returned to her again. They put their hands together to take Xiaowei out of the space. Falling to the ground, Xiaowei remembered the scene just now. The place where they stood was the crack just now.

"Fu Sheng, you're late. Can he come back?" There are still obvious tears on Xiaowei's crying face. She can't forget the cruel tragedy just now. How can she pretend that nothing has happened? In the future, she will always bear this condemnation that a person will leave for her. Her happiness is based on this person's life, even if it has nothing to do with love.

"Xiao Wei... He did this for you. Don't let his sacrifices be in vain. Living well is our common hope. At this moment, the two men were exactly the same. The man who left was like the shadow he left beside Xiaowei. When he came, the shadow left.

"But in this way, I will never forget him. Forever..." Xiaowei seems to be talking to himself and as if he is talking to his heart.

"We will all remember him. He is your benefactor and mine." The implication is that the two are dependent on each other. If one person leaves, one person can't live alone.

"Floating life..." Xiaowei smiled at him without a trace of embellishment. He didn't blame her for leaving a place for another man in her heart. Thank you for his understanding, for his insinuing, and for his consideration.

Fusheng wanted to take Xiaowei out of this sad place, but Xiaowei insisted on staying for three days. She can only do a little for this God to atone for her sins, and learn the etiquette of the world to stay for him for these three days.

Next, they will face a difficult problem. The underworld was destroyed and Yan Jun disappeared. Who can help Xiaowei detoxify her if the flower poison is not solved? Fusheng couldn't bear to look at her depressed day, but this injury was not so easy to heal. It took time to recuperate.

"Xiao Wei, let's go somewhere else." Fusheng wants Xiaowei to walk more, which can also make him feel better.

"Floating life, I..." Xiaowei wanted to refuse.

"Come on, just accompany me. Turn around and we'll be back."

"Hmm."

Xiaowei left sadly and felt a little better than just now. They are far away from the ruins of the destroyed underworld palace, and their eyes are full of tender green vitality from the grass buds that grew again after the disaster, giving people new hope. Xiaowei looked at this scene and sighed to Fusheng:

"The wildfire can't burn out, and the spring breeze blows again. It would be great if everything that passed away could grow again. Fu Sheng didn't say anything and just looked at her with pity.

"Floating life, promise me to keep the underworld. Don't let it fall into the hands of the demon world. This is the place where he once lived and disappeared. They still have to stay here and wait for him to come back. No matter how long he will be back. Xiao Weiyi thought so.

"Well, you don't have to say that I can do it." Fusheng swore to all the creatures here, even at any cost.

"Jiqi..." A sparrow cried and fell on the branch, interrupting their thoughts.

"Colored sparrow?" Xiaowei's eyes were shocked to see the sparrow. They are sisters for thousands of years and can't see it wrong. What's wrong with the colored sparrow? Why does it show its original shape?

"Jiji..."

"Colored sparrow? Colorful sparrow! What's wrong with you?" Xiaowei looked at her anxiously, and she had an ominous foreboding. Something extremely bad must have happened. She didn't know if her heart could bear it.

The colorful sparrow's wings let them follow. They stopped when they flew to a sea of flowers with her. The beautiful vine beads were still standing there, still red as blood, and still lonely...

They circled into the sea of flowers and saw a man lying on the ground like a hairline. Inadvertently, they thought that he was a plant integrated with nature. That man is obviously Pang Lang. The colorful sparrow jumped to his side and cried a crystal tear rolling down.

In this disaster, all of them died, only the colorful sparrow and the weak Pang Lang were left. In order to save Pang Lang, Caique consumed thousands of years of cultivation and injected spiritual power to ensure that he did not die for the time being, so her cultivation was exhausted before she returned to her original shape. Xiaowei can understand all this. She knows that Caique and she can generally sacrifice everything for love, so she also loves Caique the most.

"Floating life to save them!" Xiaowei's tears were dripping down like flowers. It was really cruel that the weak woman experienced life and death again and again, and the relatives around her left her one by one. If she experiences this torture a few more times, she doesn't know if she will have a complete heart.

"Uh-huh!" There is no hesitation in Fusheng. The person Xiaowei wants to protect is the person he wants to protect. He can't die if he doesn't let them die.

The continuous spiritual power of floating condensed spiritual power slowly flows from his body to Pang Lang. The golden light mixed with crystal-like spiritual light is the power of ice. He is no longer the god who only has a thousand years of cultivation. Now he can have the power to change the world.

In the continuous spiritual power injected into Pang Lang's body, the dead gray face slowly turned white and then there was a trace of rosy and a living breath. Xiaowei saw a smile on this face that had not been seen for a few days again. She saw hope from death and panic that this was better than anything else. In a short time, Pang Lang slowly moved his hand, and then he became conscious. After a while, his eyes also opened and repeated the brightness.

"Floating adult? Sister Xiaowei?" Seeing him wake up and be happy beside him.

"Colored sparrow? How did you become like this?"

"Pang Lang, in order to save you, the colored sparrow would rather destroy the thousand years of practice and can no longer protect the body and return to the original shape of the sparrow." Xiaowei sighed sadly, and it was all the words of love that made all of them so sad.

"Colored sparrow... I'm sorry for dragging you down." Pang Lang can no longer control the tears that don't flow easily. Who says that men don't have tears, floating life, Yan Jun and Pang Lang have shed tears? It's just that I haven't been sad.

"Lord Floating Life, you are a god and you have magical power. I beg you to save the sparrow." Pang Lang seemed to suddenly catch a life-saving straw. Kneeling on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Pang Lang, it's not that I can't save the sparrow. Just because the colored sparrow saves you for thousands of years, I can only save mortals, but her cultivation can only rely on her own efforts to accumulate bit by bit, and there is no shortcut. Fu Sheng's seemingly plain answer made Pang Lang stand on the spot like a petrified.

"Pang Lang, don't be too sad. You have an immortal body, as long as you can endure loneliness and practice with the sparrow, and then wait for thousands of years, you will meet again. At that time, no one could hinder you." Xiaowei saw such a heart-wounding Pang Lang and comforted him. Although this could not solve the practical problem, he could also plant a seed of hope in his heart.

"Well, I will, I will forever."

"Can you stand the loneliness of such a long time?" Xiaowei asked rhetorical. She asked this question to let Pang Lang think clearly about his decision not to hurt others and himself. Fu Sheng looked at Xiaowei with heartache. Isn't this more than a thousand years of growth that makes her more mature and introsive than before?

"I'm not lonely. Where there are colorful sparrows, there is warmth. Sister Xiaowei can keep the clouds open and see the moon. What is my Pang Lang afraid of? Pang Lang said firmly that the colored sparrow guard had accompanied him for more than a thousand years, and this time it was his turn to accompany her to guard the sincere love.

"Your Excellency, Sister Xiaowei. I've thought about it. I'm going to find a paradise with Caique. Wait until she returns to her human form. We are coming together to see you."

"Hmm." Fusheng and Xiaowei sent them away. One person and one bird also look like such a harmonious match.

"Think about them, it's also a good choice. It's also good if we can leave the hidden mountains and forests together." Fusheng didn't say anything, but just looked at their fading backs, and he fell down. He can't give her what she wants now because of his responsibility and because he wants to give her a worry-free future.

A breeze blew the fragrance of flowers, and the petals flew down with the wind. For a while, there was a red flower rain. One by one, they burned out the last trace of fragrance and were reluctant to leave. At the same time, the flower branches sent out tender new buds like waving small hands swaying in the wind, which was a farewell to the flowers.

"Shahua? Have you grown up?" Fu Sheng looked at the lives that grew in the rain of scattered flowers and exclaimed.

"How can it be 50 years earlier?" Xiaowei asked curiously.

"I don't know. But this is also a miracle." Fusheng looked at the newly grown leaves and was excited, and his little hope was only.

Five years ago, he shuttled through the sea of flowers on the other side in red. It's even more red than this red and enchanting Manzhu. A charming and white face, and his eyes are as bright as stars. He leaned down gracefully, cut his arms gracefully with a light smile at the corners of his mouth, and the red ** flowed into the soil to deeply moisten these seas of flowers. Each plant is engraved with his deep attachment, nourishing them with his blood, and only for them to grow green leaves as soon as possible to detoxify a woman. He can't accompany her and can only do the last things for her.

It's easy to move!