99 gorgeous ruins

The claws of the jacket were like tearing everything to Chu Yunshen crazily. At the moment of lightning, there was only a "c click", and the five shiny thin swords flew away in mid-air with blood like remnants!

The jacket covered her wrist and retreated, and her right hand was dripping with blood, which finally relieved her pain.

Xiao Fengchuan stood on the other side with Chu Yunshen on his back, and the long sword in his hand pointed to the eyebrows of the jacket.

It is worthy of being the sharpest sword in the world.

Luo Ya looked at Xiao Fengchuan with a sneer, and Chu Yunshen, who closed his eyelids on his back without a trace of movement.

"Third brother...Third brother! How are you?"

Xiao Fengchuan called Chu Yunshen, and the three of them were slightly deadlocked. Chu Yunshen slowly opened his eyes and muttered in Xiao Fengchuan's ear:

"Let's... Let's go first... Here, give it to Nange..."

Xiao Fengchuan looked up upstairs worriedly. Although the fourth brother is not poisoned, and his cultivation is enough to deal with the jacket, his body should not be fought for a long time, and he has to be distracted to take care of others. It is inevitable that he is not strong enough.

The situation in front of him can't describe his hesitation. No matter how hard it is to win or lose, if you don't send Chu Yunshen away quickly, his body...

Luo Ya coldly watched Xiao Fengchuan leave with Chu Yun's deep leap window. The reason is very simple. These two people can't make her die faster.

She covered her injured wrist and walked to the second floor. Blood splashed down the road she walked, like a signpost. Unfortunately, along these road signs, I can no longer go back to the far origin.

She stopped at the stairway on the second floor.

I never thought that the second floor would be like this. Without the floor, the whole building is like a hollow straight tube. Looking down is a bottomless abyss, not the scene of the hall on the first floor.

It should be the result of what mechanism was triggered in advance.

The cold wind blew from the soles of the feet, stirring the blood-red skirt. It's really a special place. It's the hot season, but it can be so cold.

It's really a good place to judge her.

"Are you here?"

The familiar voice sounded in all directions, making it impossible for her to tell where the sound came from. This may be the effect of the special structure of this building.

"Why don't you show up?" As expected, the whole space was full of her own voice. She was in a trance and couldn't tell where she really was.

"I've already made a sound."

Boring jokes, horrible cold jokes. Yan Guo left a voice. This Yan Guolou is indeed a performance venue tailored for Nan Gezi - it is also his killing hall.

She wants to know how she will die.

Rain...

Is it raining?

The sound of rain made the bottom of the heart of the jacket begin to wet. The cool and gentle raindrops flowed down the smooth cheeks, as gentle as tears.

No, this rain...

It was the scene five years ago. The dense rain is like a thread entangled in the bottom of my heart. It can't be cut and messy...

The rain is light, and the sky is green.

The woman in the light purple dress is like condensed from the smoke and rain, her hair is like ink, and the silver hairpin is soft and shining; her waist is soft, and the flowers in the basket are fragrant.

A soft shadow is so light that it will melt and dissipate.

The lake and sky are the color, and there is no dust.

Lift the white paper umbrella gently. Under the outline of the ink eyebrows, the flowing light is clear, and the eyes are as cold as spring rain.

His current world is also true and illusory, and the sword spirit hidden in the sheath like a cold waist is confusing.

Everything is intoxicated with it. Light smoke is woven, but he is like a sharp blade that can't be hidden no matter how careful he is. The handle of the umbrella turned and slowly walked down the bridge looking at the railing.

Purple fragrance, salivating jade beads. The gentle sound of the raccoon in his ear was like a dream. He walked past the man without squinting. He took two steps slowly, but it seemed to be waiting for the spring rain to stop.

She squatted by the lake, and her purple skirt was on the delicate new grass, and her smooth hands went to the tangled silk in her ears from time to time. Zi Xinyi floated over the clear water lake, leaving no trace of fragrance.

She noticed that the white clothes floated beside her for a long time. She couldn't help but stop the song humming gently in her mouth and turned her face and smiled:

"You son, do you want to buy flowers?"

If it hadn't been for this gentle call like a swallow returning to his nest, he wouldn't have known that he had been standing for a long time.

His eyes turned to Xin Yihua in her basket. Flowers are like people, graceful and graceful.

I didn't want to see the flowers, let alone the euphemistic moth eyebrows. A shallow smile on her lips seemed to be the rain that did not belong to this world.

If you should meet, you should be addicted to it; spring is as deep as the sea, and this flower is my favorite.

A sunny night. Dyeing flower building by the lake.

The daytime rain has not subsided, the stars are cold, and the poems are ups and downs. He only poured thousands of feelings into the wine and drank them all at once.

The woman in red on the other side clenched the high-footed silver cup in her hand. The galloping hunting pattern on the cup was scratched by her plum red nails, which became more and more murderous.

The man's silence is as quiet as a deep pool.

"Li Xi, why don't you go back with me?" She was begging without a trace of murder.

Yan Lixi's eyes are swirling. He said indifferently, "Lord Yan is at the end of his life. I didn't kill him, let alone hurt you."

The woman in red bit her lip. She didn't want to distinguish what this sentence meant, so she could only retort, "If you don't say goodbye, don't you hurt me?"

She can't imagine the inkstone without him. She didn't understand why he wanted to go away. She would rather be alone than go with her.

"As long as I leave, the position of the inkstone is naturally yours." Yan Lixi raised her eyebrows and didn't care about the woman's tight eyebrows. He knew that this was not what she wanted. But other than that, he has nothing else to give her.

"Farewell."

He got up and left. The restaurant was extremely quiet, and the shopkeeper downstairs made a crackling abacus. The chores scrubbed the tables and chairs, and the jokes of the young two came from time to time.

But he walked to the second floor with an extremely gentle step. There is a smell of soft flowers after the rain on her body.

Yan Lixi's heart was shocked.

Is it...her? Why did it appear at this time?

It's really her. She came face to face and was so clever that she recognized Yan Lixi, but nodded faintly and smiled. She still wore a basket in her hand, but there was only one Xinyi left in the flower basket.

Yan Lixi passed by her.

The jacket clenched the wine glass in his hand.

"Wo--"

Rose splashes, as bright as blood. Yan Lixi had already flew out of the window with her lilac ignorant body. At this time, except for the gorgeous star river reflected in her eyes, there was only the star Yan Lixi.

Yan Lixi hugged her and landed steadily. The Xinyi flowers flying in the flower basket are also falling into the bright wine pool.

"Excuse me." Yan Lixi let go of the hand around her waist. She was still in shock, her cheeks were slightly red, but her dress was as natural as flowers, and she was not stained with a drop of wine.

"Just now, thank you for saving..." The rescue is to save, but she obviously doesn't know what happened.

Yan Lixi shook her head, and there was no movement on the dyed flowers upstairs. He wanted to leave, but he was stopped by the irresistible voice.

"The prince." Her voice was slightly timid, and she looked down at the empty flower basket, which was a pity.

"Son... Tomorrow, I'll send you a Xinyi flower to show my gratitude, okay?"

Of course, she didn't know that Yan Lixi planned to leave Yangzhou immediately.

She doesn't know that in a word, it can often change a person's fate.

Yan Lixi stayed for this sentence. He didn't intend to stay forever. He just wanted to leave with the last trace of fragrance on the shore of the West Lake.

I waited for seven days. The West Lake is sunny, rainy and sunny, but it can't wait for that person to arrive.

"Are you asking the little girl who sells flowers?"

- Yan Lixi searched all over Yangzhou City and couldn't see the woman's figure, as if she was just a shower after the rain. He had to go back to the flower building to inquire.

"Oh - so you are the prince she is waiting for." The shopkeeper took something out of the drawer. The Xinyi flower, whose stem is thinly wrapped in silk, has withered.

"Thank you very much."

Yan Lixi took the flower and disappeared in front of the cabinet the moment she turned around, leaving one of the shopkeepers dumbfounded.

It shouldn't have been so long to come to her.

Yan Lixi's sword flew high and arrived at the place in less than a minute. The demon inkstone, the magnificent palace.

The green tree shadow swayed on the light rose-red glazed glass, and the light was grimly and gorgeous. Yan Lixi rarely comes to this place in person, as if once she steps on it, she will be accidentally infected and poisoned.

The gorgeous dojo of the poison of light and shadow. Yan Lixi walked up the wooden steps, and a beam of mixed-colored light fell from a high place. The flashy was finally a ruin. This level of light and shadow poison can't hurt him at all.

"Where is she?"

Yan Lixi's wrist turned, and the cluster of water had already lit up in his hand.

Not all feelings can make people go beyond reason.

The glass on the wall spells out all kinds of fantastic patterns, which are getting more and more red under the sunshine.

"You are really doing it for her." The eyes of the fallen coat were sometimes blood-red and sometimes dark. It was she who caught the woman. She knew Yan Lixi best and knew what he was thinking and what he wanted to do.

Is she stopping the tragedy or promoting it?

"If you kill me, you can take her away."

"I won't kill you." Yan Lixi said coldly, "If you dare to hurt her, I will definitely kill you."

If you dare to hurt her, I will definitely kill you.

"Then you come and kill me!"

The water he inspired pierced the colorful dome and watched the colorful light shoot down like meteor light, like fireworks. It is still unknown who will die intoxicated in the light and shadow, and who will live with unfinished wishes!

The dark orange cloud shadow hurried over the heads of the two people. Everyone knows what will happen in the future.

The colorful fragments reflected in the cluster of water swords scattered with the wind.

Yan Lixi will save Xin Yi, and the two will get married and raise their eyebrows.

The jacket was poisoned, and Xinyi died. Yan Lixi was heartbroken and joined the inkstone department again for revenge...

Isn't that what she wants?

The revenge she wants takes away his happiness and makes him return to himself like a soulless body?

Why, this kind of revenge didn't make her feel happy at all, even if it was only one day.

She lost from the beginning.

Perhaps, when Yan Lixi guarded Xinyi's tombstone all night, the more painful person was her.

Happy for his happiness.

It's even more heartache and heartache.

It's getting worse. Reciprocating cycle. Permanent torture.

It's better to end everything on that day!

The jacket met the tip of the sword with a cluster of water. She watched the bright sword light pass through the messy light and hit her chest!

Let everything stop here!