Chapter 51; Cherish the people in front of you

In the tidal castle, Ma Yunfei restrained the west wind enemy. Han Bai knelt on the ground and picked up Qin Xiaoxiao, who was already unconscious and pale with a terrible face.

"Little, wake up, wake up, don't sleep, look at me, I'm Han Bai."

He choked and shouted at Qin Xiaoxiao in his arms. The thunderstorming power in Han Bai's body poured into her body crazily, trying to expel the dead demon spirit in Qin Xiaoxiao's house, but it was regrettable that the necromancer of the enemy in the west wind was too strong, and Qin Xiaoxiao's own strength was very low. No matter how Han Bai overdraws and stimulated the thunder power, it could not be achieved. The effect he expected.

It was cold, and the yellow sand was cold. Han Bai sat on the ground, holding Qin Xiaoxiao, who was completely unconscious, as if he were a teenager.

Qin Xiaoxiao is dead!

A woman who loved herself deeply died.

The scene of Han Bai seeing Qin Xiao for the first time in those years appeared in front of him. It was in Tianwu Mercenary Office. At that time, Qin Xiaoxiao had a set of white professional clothes, touching big eyes, sweet smile, and whispering as if penetrating time and space around Han Bai's ears.

Tears, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of Han Bai's eyes and slowly flowed through his pale face. This was Han Bai's second cry. The first time was Fang Wanqing, the girl who was unswerving to him to death. This time it was Qin Xiaoxiao, a girl who was beautiful and naive like a lilac flower, although Han Bai had always been infatuated with Shen Bingyan and deliberately alienated. Qin Xiaoxiao, but does he really have no feeling for this warm and tender girl?

"Small... Xiaobai..."

Qin Xiaoxiao in her arms reluctantly opened her eyes. Judging from her expression, Qin Xiaoxiao was suffering great pain at this time.

"I'm here, Xiaoxiao, I'm here, do you see?" He gently pressed Qin Xiao's forehead to his face, and Han Bai woke up with a trembling voice. Closing his eyes contentedly and smelling his familiar taste, Qin Xiaoxiao stretched out his palm and took out a colorful bead from his pocket and sent it to Han Bai's eyes.

"This..."

Han Bai was in a bad mood when he saw the thumb-sized colorful beads held by Qin Xiao's little palm, because...

"Xiao Bai, do you know why I like you?"

With a smile on his face, Qin Xiaoxiao lay in Han Bai's arms in a comfortable posture, as if the lovers were tender, lying on a grass with the fragrance of flowers, whispering continuously.

"I know you like Bingyan. Even if she has failed you, you can't forget her. I also know that you like Wanqing, no matter whether she sacrificed herself for you before, but I, in your heart, I know that it is far from the two of them.

Listening to Qin Xiaoxiao's calm voice in his arms, Han Bai's body was shocked. These are good in Qin Xiao's novels. Han Bai asked himself. Among the three women, Qin Xiaoxiao accounted for the smallest proportion in his heart, but this Qin Xiaoxiao has always avoided talking about it and tried to manage Han Bai's fantasy and only fell in love with her alone.

After taking a long breath, Qin Xiao's little chest undulated violently, coughed violently, and his little face flushed. He opened his wonderful big eyes and looked at Han Bai tenderly.

"The first time we met, your strength made me curious. Your temperament suddenly became unscrupulous like a big bad guy, and sometimes like a cute and shy little brother next door. This is the beginning of your attraction to me. Later, through my father's relationship, I knew that you liked Bingyan and once wanted to forget you, but slowly, I found that you treated people really well. Wearing glasses, you are like a good baby. You like to think of others. When you take off your glasses, you are like a responsible man, and you can give yourself for everything around you. Until later, Bingyan was manipulated, your true temperament, your spirit, all of which made me deeply enchanted and made me unable to extricate myself from you..."

Qin's little voice gradually became more and more inaudible, and his eyes staring at Han Bai also slowly drooped until they were closed, as if they were asleep, which was pitiful. When Han Bai gently picked up the colorful beads in her hand and looked at Zhu Hua, who was shining like glass, his heart was desolate.

Time turns around.

At the beginning, at the bottom of the sea of clouds, Hua ruthlessly kidnapped Qin Xiaoxiao and asked Han Bai to abandon his martial arts. Han Bai, who had hesitated for a long time, his answer...

Colorful beads, angel wings, mysterious three-level power weapons, one of the most horrible hidden weapons in the world, lock the target with spiritual power, 300 meters away, can reach superonic speed, godless and invisible, even the holy land master is difficult to detect, but the power is small, almost the full blow of a powerman .

Han Bai never thought of abolishing martial arts under the ruthless coercion of Hua. What he pinched was the wings of an angel, hoping that Hua Wuqing would save Qin Xiaoxiao at the moment of short-term damage. This is an adventure and extreme adventure. If Hua Wuqing has some kind of defensive power weapon, if Hua Wuqing can see a trace from Han Bai's expression. Ni, Qin Xiaoxiao in her hand, is worried about her life.

"Little, I'm sorry, I really love you and lose... You... Heart... It really hurts..."

Han Bai looked up to the sky and roared, allowing tears from the corners of his eyes to slowly flow through his sad face and dripping on Qin Xiaoxiu's beautiful face. At this time, he remembered a story, a story that he once couldn't understand.

A long time ago, there was a temple, which was full of incense, because it contained a powerful god.

There is a small spider on the beam of the temple. This spider wants to become a human and prays to God devoutly every day. A god came, and it was moved by the spirit of the little spider.

God; "What do you think is the most precious?"

Little spider; "I can't get it or have lost it!" The little spider's resolute answer was not favored by God. He shook his head and God left. A hundred years later, God came again and asked the same question. The little spider still answered the same question, and the result was still the same as last time.

After a hundred years, a strong wind blew one day, and a nectar fell on the little spider's web. This nectar was crystal clear, and the little spider was very happy to see it. It believed that it was given to it by God, so that it had a lonely career.

A few days later, under the careful care of the little spider, the nectar was still so touching. The little spider found itself inseparable from this nectar, but the good times did not last long, and there was another gust of wind. The little spider's spiritual sustenance was blown away by the wind, and at the same time, God came.

"What is the most precious?"

In the face of God's problem, the little spider regretted the nectar that had accompanied it for so many days and said disheartenedly, "What you can't get, what you have lost, what you can't get is always so beautiful, so desirable, and what you lose is the most difficult to give up." In this way, God still smiled and said nothing, but this time, God used boundless magic to reincarn the little spider into an aristocratic girl.

At the age of cardamom, the little spider turned into a beautiful girl with countless pursuers, but the little spider never had a pet. Coincidentally, the little spider went out to play with his good friend Princess Feng and happened to meet a heroic knight named Ganlu, who was handsome. , elegant temperament quickly won the heart of the little spider, which made her think that the two must stay together for a lifetime.

The good times did not last long. A few years after they met, knew each other and fell in love, the little spider finally made up their mind to confess to Ganlu. The terrible nightmare came. The marriage between Princess Feng and Ganlu hit the little spider hard and hurt him until he finally couldn't even accept the cruel facts and committed suicide. . On that day, the little spider took poison and lay muddledly, welcoming the arrival of death. No one expected that since the prince of the empire appeared in front of the little spider bed, he saw the dead little spider and pulled out his sword to kill himself.

Many years later, the soul of the little spider came to God several times. It had too many grievances in its heart, crying about its own misfortunes, and telling the fate of the previous life and nectar. Why did God let her not have a relationship with Ganlu in this life?

At the end of the story, God said, "The prince was a weed next to the temple. He silently liked the little spider on the beam for hundreds of years, and the wind brought nectar to the little spider, and finally the wind blew away the nectar."

Han Bai once couldn't understand this story. Isn't it the most precious thing in the world that he has lost and can't get?

Now he finally knows that Qin Xiaoxiao, the prince of the empire, have silently loved the people they like for so long, and finally even sacrificed their lives for each other. Sometimes what is in front of them is the most precious, and what they have now is the most inesirable.

...

Nearby, Ma Yunfei forcibly suppressed the primitive soul of the right demon with the help of the power of living beads. At the same time, he fought with the west wind enemy. When he held his scarred body and crawled to Qin's small body, his proud and once handsome face was sad.

"Little, little, I won't let you die. My blood, you drink my blood, my blood can relieve the yin of death."

Knelt down beside Qin Xiaoxiao. Ma Yunfei put his arm in front of his mouth and bit it fiercely. A large piece of blood dripped on the ground, and his bloody arm was about to reach Qin Xiaoxiao's mouth. Ma Yunfei looked like a dull beggar, longing for God's generous gift.

"Get out!"

With a palm away from Ma Yunfei's arm, Han Bai shrugged his head, sounding like an injured beast and a demon from the abyss.

Reluctantly stretched his arm forward and was pushed away by Han Bai more force. The two had no verbal confrontation, no tit-for-tat momentum, but only mechanical repetition of movements.

"The immortality of the soul... In exchange for years of immortality... Original and long-term memory... The evil spirit that was shocked by heaven and earth was born... Witnessed by the great necromancer... The birth of the original demon... It will destroy the world..."

From the ancient spell, singing the most evil curse in heaven and earth, Ma Yunfei, who was sad next to Han Bai, began to be awakened by the suppressed primitive right demon in his body. His mind gradually blurred, or Qin's little death made his spiritual consciousness begin to escape from this real world, just in the west wind enemy with the power of the undead king. At the moment when the dead merged and cursed, heaven and earth trembled, and ghosts and gods were frightened, because evil, the strongest, came from the strongest evil spirit in the world of the dead.

"Fiya, I'm sorry to trouble you for one last thing to help the little egg and bring them back to Kaiyuan College."

Gently, regardless of how hard the earth shook under his feet, Han Bai held Qin's small arms so steadily and slowly put her on the flying carpet.

"What are you going to do, Han Bai? Go quickly and come with us. Believe me, Qin Xiaoxiao is not dead now. I saved her soul with the secret method of blood clan. As long as there is an opportunity, Qin Xiaoxiao can come back to life."

Fia, sitting on the flying carpet, saw Han Bai stride towards the distance. In that direction, the vertical sky, the evil spirit of the fusion of the west wind enemy and Ma Yunfei, a black fog gradually showed a powerful figure, exuding a terrible momentum.

It seems that he didn't hear Feiya's words, and Han Bai's head didn't look back. It seemed that he had nostalgia for him. He waved his palm and flew hundreds of meters away from the flying carpet in an instant.

Slowly raised his head. Around Han Bai, at this time, the whole desire began to collapse, and the power source had reached the last ten-minute countdown stage. The yellow sky was an endless dark demon spreading, and the world was moving towards the trend of destruction.

"Eight hundred miles... Lei Yan... It's so great!"