187 Watch the sunset together

"Where's Yuanling, Qing'er?"

"I don't know. The two of them fought just now, and now it seems to be in the backyard!"

Wulingchun hurriedly chased after him.

He ran forward, and the crystal blue in the middle of the backyard became clearer and clearer, and the wisps of purple and black smoke wrapped in the original impurity-free blue became more and more fing. Wu Lingchun saw that the right arm of the Qingyu case was held by his left hand, and the blood was dripping into the soil like coral beads; the purple-black ghost gas penetrated into the wound like a small snake, and the "hissing" sound was creepy.

Sure enough. In terms of magic, Xuanqing is not the opponent of the Qingyu case; but if the mana on this white bone flag is added, it is another matter.

Wu Lingchun saw the Qingyu case and raised his head, and the shadow reflected in his clear eyes had begun to shake. She was soft, and Wu Lingchun held her. She leaned against his arms and her knees trembled, but she insisted on refusing to fall down.

"It's really timely."

Wu Lingchun's palm covered the wound of the Qingyu case, and the ghost gas that originally penetrated into the skin was absorbed by his palm and came out one after another. Wu Lingchun said coldly, "I don't understand. What's the benefit of relying on the devil?"

"You're right. I really can't get anything. But no one else can get the happiness I can't get.

Power, love, nothing got, so did you twist your heart and fall into madness... Wu Lingchun no longer argued with her and said softly to the Qingyu case, "Qing'er, how are you now?"

"I'm fine..." The Qingyu case looked up at the propaganda, "She seems to have been trying to say something to me, disturbing my mind. I didn't give her a chance, but I didn't expect it to..."

Wu Lingchun didn't notice that a strange color flashed on Xuanqing's face. She nodded and said, "That's right. What a smart woman, but it's a pity that she is not as good as others. It's not enough to be smart.

Xuanqing really didn't say anything? Wu Lingchun always felt that the expression of Xuanqing was different, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. He helped the Qingyu case aside to rest: "Qing'er, hurry up and heal the wound. I'll give it to you here."

"Well, you have to be careful." The Qingyu case let go of Wu Lingchun's hand. In her hand, there is still the warmth that has been held by Wu Lingchun.

Xuanqing watched Wu Lingchun walk to the center of the yard. She admired his warm and handsome smile and heroic face, and couldn't help admiring. Perhaps, only a person who has the courage to overcome many holes can travel through all kinds of difficulties and dangers like him, stand straight here, and conquer the invincible enemy with confidence and calmness.

The sixth son, none of them are like him.

Interesting.

Xuanqing gently waved the white bone flag in his hand, and hundreds of white undeads gushed out of the flag, and the corners of Wuling's clothes were drooping like a hurricane. These are not lonely ghosts, but the elite underworld troops guarding the underworld in the ghost world. It's not a dinner, it's just a meeting gift sent to Wu Lingchun by the devil's fake hand.

Wulingchun's folding fan has to open in his hand. Xuanqing knew that Wu Lingchun's combat style was to fight quickly. Since he is not going to talk nonsense, Xuanqing would like to see how long it will take him to solve these problems...

"Bum!"

The three flames of red, blue and purple exploded in the undead. The white undead flew into the sky like snowflakes with the curvature of the Wuling spring fan. The sound of the paper fan tearing the undead stimulated the eardrums of Xuanqing. She covered her ears and watched Wuling spring fly swimming in the cracks of the undead. The black smoke scattered everywhere and the blood burned!

The trajectory of the folding fan and the blood of the undead are intertwined, with large hot flowers blooming on the gray ground. Wu Lingchun had to admit that although he could kill an undead with one move, more undeads would surge up at the moment of his companion's death and find his defense gap with incomparable accuracy. As soon as his folding fan cut the throat of an undead, the sword of another undead had penetrated his left arm.

Blood, I couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's or my own, splashing ink on his gorgeous clothes. He was knocked to the ground, and dozens of undead flew over his head, and all kinds of weapons waved together--

"Wo." A clean and neat voice sounded, and a large stock of sticky blood flowed down the folding fan. What was originally painted on the fan can no longer be distinguished. The Xuanqing who watched the war frowned. This battle will probably become the longest battle in the history of Wulingchun fighting alone.

It will be dusk soon.

Another group of undead fell under the spring fan of Wuling. The rest of the undead were afraid of the bravery of Wulingchun and did not dare to go forward for a while. He covered his wound, was surrounded by a huge white wave in the center, and gasped for breath.

He didn't dare to look in the direction of the Qingyu case. He didn't dare to give her any look. He didn't want that look to distract him, let alone make that look a signal to her for help.

Too much. You can't finish it no matter how you kill it. He was wrong at the beginning. Xuanqing didn't care about the victory or defeat of this battle. She wanted to trap Wu Lingchun with these undead soldiers until after midnight. In that way, he can't save the souls of the civilians who were attacked by evil spirits!

What a sinister intention. This is not a fair fight from the beginning!

But what about that!

Wulingchun's blood flowers bloomed on his shoulders, back and legs. The enemy and his own blood have stained the ground, overlapping and overlapping, like the sea of red flowers.

Xuanqing was a little bored and looked at Wu Lingchun. Her eyes seemed to ask, is it worth protecting her like this? Sooner or later, the world will be the devil, and the fate of the people in the world will also be determined by the devil. And you weak people can't do anything.

Wu Lingchun stepped on the body of the dead and approached Xuanqing step by step. The white undead body turned into black smoke under his feet and dissipated in the air.

How can you understand?

Whether it is the people who control the world or the unarmed people, their wishes are actually the same.

It's just to protect the beloved and protect their wishes.

For the sake of his daughter's happiness, the demon has turned his back on the chivalrous way that he has never abandoned as a demon.

He will do whatever he can. Playing with people's lives. Play with people's hearts.

And I, for the sake of my close relatives, the happiness of the Qingyu case, no one is allowed to defile her noble soul. Including myself.

"Wo-ho." With the fall of the last two undead soldiers, Wulingchun's folding fan was also torn in half.

"How many weeds do you need me to remove?"

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That night. When the Qingyu case woke up, he found himself on Wu Lingchun's back. The sunset dyed the sky red, the streets red, and also dyed her face red.

"Xiaochun, where are we going?"

"Are you awake?"

"Hmm. What's wrong with me just now?

"After you healed your injuries, you were exhausted and fainted. We are going to play a cruel game now.

"cruel game..."

Wulingchun stopped. He stood on the tower with the green jade case on his back, overlooking Yangzhou City in the sunset, and watching the afterglow of the sun melt into a purple light in the western sky. Night will come soon.

"Xiaochun, put me down, I'm not tired."

The Qingyu case straightened up and did not dare to touch the long wound on Wu Lingchun's back.

"It doesn't matter. Just let me carry Qing'er on my back. In terms of games and ordinary life, I always feel that only by putting you on my back can I feel at ease.

"Puff~"

"What is Qing'er laughing about?"

"Xiaochun doesn't think of me as your daughter, will he?"

"No. It's just... I think of you as my sister. How nice it would be if my mother gave birth to a sister like you.

The Qingyu case did not answer. She just silently pulled out the silver needle on her head, pulled out a long hair, and gently passed through the needle hole.

Her black hair is shining in the sunset. The silver needle passed through Wu Lingchun's wound and pricked it. The Qingyu case was carefully sewn together. From time to time, he stopped and asked Wu Lingchun, "Does it hurt?"

Wulingchun shook his head.

"I seem to hear cries everywhere." The Qingyu case broke the hair and pinned the silver needle back to the bun.

"Hmm. I have never been so condescending and have a panoramic view of Yangzhou City. It seems that the cries in all directions have gathered in my ears. It seems that we didn't come at the right time today. Standing here tomorrow, you should hear a lot of laughter.

"Hmm. I will."

Wu Lingchun handed the red eye mask to the Qingyu case. He told her softly that in the next cruel soul game, they would not be able to tell which people to destroy, which people to protect, and which companions were on the same front with them.

However, as long as she stays on his back, they will not lose each other and will not find each other's direction.

At midnight. The scuffle begins.

The distant spirit still had no choice but to be sucked into the door by the boundary. Xuanqing really didn't keep her promise to let her go. She just had time to sit on the railing on the second floor, humming the ballad of Nanhai Sifan Dongtian.

is indeed a good ballad, which Yaoling once heard when he was in the South China Sea. Those sea anemones, fish, shrimps and crabs will dance together. But now, in the bloody battle of lonely ghosts, evil spirits and soul recruiters, it has lost its former gentleness and become as strong as a war song.

"Hey, Xuanqing!"

Xuanqing ignored and continued to sing her songs.

"I said, give me the blindfold, and I will also go to war!"

"But Wu Lingchun said that it's enough to have seven of them this time. I don't need you, a person who can't even move."

"You!"

Even if Yao Ling scolded her ancestors for eight generations there, Xuanqing just ignored her and indulged in the killing carnival of the dark world at midnight alone.

Also, her own melancholy, self-deprecating, and puzzled.

She just doesn't understand.

At that time, she and the Qingyu case chased to the backyard. Before Wu Lingchun arrived, she had told the truth of all the facts, Wu Lingchun and everything they concealed, the Qingyu case.

She was so shocked at that time. Why did she pretend to know nothing in front of Wu Lingchun?

Is it that she just doesn't want to waste the painstaking efforts of Wu Lingchun and others to protect her?

She wants to know why. Why didn't such a cruel fact knock her down? She wants to find the answer.

Xuanqing hummed a song, jumped down from the railing, and walked out in a purple soul light that could not be penetrated by the moonlight.