600 powerless to return to the sky

His voice was cold, as if he had been soaked in the cold pool for thousands of years. As soon as he exited, the whole Bichi Palace seemed to be in winter.

Nie Ziyan's body shook, and the light in her eyes suddenly went out.

The palace man came forward and dragged her down.

A flash of fire was that the painting was burning.

Qian Yumo was behind him with one hand and holding the flame in the other. His hair fluffed gently in the wind and light, which was strange and enchanting.

Hu Lun watched the flame turn into ashes in the master's hand. As soon as the wind blew, it flew away like a butterfly.

His eyes moved to the master's intact palm, and Hu Lun's eyes trembled and clenched his teeth.

The master has gone to the hall, and he hurriedly followed.

The master's footsteps are light, not as heavy as before, and his posture is more upright, as if it contains endless energy.

If someone else changes, he will definitely feel that the master is energetic and full of fighting spirit, but only he knows that the master is, this is...

Qian Yumo returned to the hall without saying a word, but sat cross-legged **, put his hands on his knees and closed his eyes.

Hu Lun meditated in his heart, fell asleep, and fell asleep quickly...

When he returned to the palace today, he found that the master was going to sleep again. At this time, the master was like an irresistible baby.

I was worried, but Mengfei suddenly rushed out and tried her best to anger the master, with a posture of going to die together.

If she is really punished by the heavenly dynasty for this, whether the master has a mistake or in case of Wuya, the master can wait for it, but she should not have taken the picture to threaten the lives of the mother and son.

Mengfei did hold the master's weakness, but she didn't know that the master's weakness could not be touched!

At that moment, what he heard was like a river rushing, like the madness of breaking the dam**. It was the master's blood flowing back. The master was forcing himself not to sleep and recover his strength in this way. He was going to save his woman and his child!

But when the dragon forbidden art has reached this point, it mobilizes all people's energy and explodes once.

If you change someone else, you may need to recuperate for a long time afterwards, and your skills may be exhausted, but at least you can save your life and grow old safely, and the master...

In his early years, the master was in the folk. In order to protect himself, he once practiced skills, but because of mistakes, he went crazy and lost his body and mind. Now...

I'm afraid that the master's body is... powerless to return to heaven.

Hu Lun hopes that the master can fall asleep, because when sleeping, the body can be automatically repaired, which is just a matter of time, and now...

"Xiao Lunzi..."

A voice sounded faintly.

seems to recover as usual, light and stable, but listening carefully, there is a faint chill, as if the soul wandering on a distant lonely peak.

The master opened his eyes...

At the moment of opening the eyelashes, there was a flash of blood in the eyes, but only for a moment, Moyu Qingming reappeared.

"Do you know what to do?"

Hu Lun hurriedly said "yes" and clenched his palm tightly... Because of the dream concubine, the palace was about to bleed into rivers, and it was also because of this woman, the master...

The master's face is now ruddy, his breath is peaceful, his eyebrows are gentle, and his lips are smiling. His whole body is covered with a soft light. Although he sits cross-legged **, he seems to be floating, which makes people suddenly feel awe and worship. But Hu Lun knew that the master didn't have much time, but he didn't know how much it was...

The master only said this sentence, then closed his eyes and the light on his body gradually faded.

Hu Lun's heart is faintly hopeful, maybe...

"The water has gone, the water has gone..."

It suddenly became chaotic outside.

Hu Lun suddenly turned his head and was shocked to see that the light spot was jumping on the long window of the wrong gold carving with white paper.

"It's Yong'an Palace..."

The master's voice sounded again.

What?

Yong'an Palace?

Is it a dream concubine?

Hu Lun immediately looked at the master, but saw the master smile and slowly stood up: "Help me go out and have a look..."

Although it was a help, the master walked more steadily than him.

Fang went out of the temple door, and the fire, smoke and crying came to his face.

Qian Yumo looked at the vigorous flame from afar, and the orange-red light also jumped on his face, and his nose cast a trembling shadow on the side of his face, making the smile on the corners of his lips more and deeper.

The wind is not strong tonight, but the fire is extremely fierce. No matter how it is rescued, it will not help. However, there are frequent screams. I don't know which palace man strayed into the fire and has no way to survive.

Hu Lun looked at the flame of the mountain, and then looked at the master's uncertain face. For a moment, he was a little uncertain.

Is it that Mengfei is extremely sad and angry, intending to attract the master to rush over to save her and get back together by the way, or do you want the master to regret and remember her forever?

Because of the 17-year fire, when the master saw him return to the palace from afar, it was already a blazing flame. The master swept to the Guangyu Palace and was about to rush in. Everyone hugged him until he was overwhelmed to the ground.

The master was so pressed that he could not move. He could only watch the wooden rubble fly with Mars, and watch the collapse of the huge palace, bursting out a dazzling flame.

At that moment, the master screamed, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fainted.

And now...

The master's smile is uncertain in the fire. No matter how the firelight jumps, it can't shine into his eyes, which is deep and difficult to distinguish.

Master, shouldn't...

An idea made Hu Lun's heart beat wildly.

Is this fire...

But he didn't dare to think about it, because if he wanted to deal with Mengfei, there were plenty of opportunities, and the master repeatedly let her go, isn't it because he cared about the old feelings? And no matter how Mengfei designs it, Luo Wen'er is thrilling, including today, even if he doesn't see it, he knows that someone has cleaned up the people outside the palace who intend to eavesdrop on the report. So why does the master still...

A little eunuch ran over with a gray face, his hair curled by the fire, and there was smoke in one place.

"To the king, the dream concubine... was buried in the sea of fire, and the person responsible for escorting her back to the palace did not run out..."

What? Has the master already done it?

Hu Lun immediately looked at his master in horror and said...

The master nodded without any emotion, as if understated: "But are you optimistic? This time it's true..."

The little eunuch kowtowed repeatedly: "Look at it!"

Qianyu ink hooked the corners of his lips. In Hu Lun's opinion, this expression should be called "satisfaction".

Then, he opened his sleeves and turned around with his hands behind his back: "Thick burial!"

"In accordance with the purpose..."

Hu Lun hurriedly followed. At this moment, he suddenly felt that everything today was like a dream. He always liked to guess the master's mind, but now, he can't figure out what the master wants to do.

And the master suddenly stopped. The fire outside folded into the dark corridor of Bichi Palace and spread the shadow of the master on the lapis lazuli, trembling.

The master turned around and looked at the towering flame, as if to say to himself, "You owe her, so it's clear..."

He turned his eyes again and looked at his shadow: "Cloud, this is the last thing I can do for you. I hope it's safe..."

The sound of fighting the fire is still coming, but it seems to be isolated in a distant place, calling and shouting.

In the silence, a slender figure stood silently.

The firelight dyed a snow robe into an orange red, like the sunset glow in the sky, like burning blood.

And he stood quietly like that.

The wind rolled from the court, pushing the heavy Zhu Zi Hall Gate.

With only a roar, everything fell into darkness.