Chapter 533

"Father, he asked you to go back just to get you. Take my advice. "

"Get me? If he really thinks so in his heart, why should I obey him? Kid, go back to your fairyland. " The kite of the sea smiles.

Chunxi que released her hand and let her run to Yinhua mountain.

"Kid, don't you go after it?" Yan Yueqing doubts a way.

"Don't call me kid."

There was nothing in his black eyes, and his long snow-white hair, just like a waterfall, did not enter his eyes. I don't know how many vicissitudes at the end of prosperity, the clouds in the sky are as usual.

It seems that there were scenes like this many years ago. Two handsome men stood face to face, one calm, one cold.

The yellow books turn page after page, the wind and frost blur the ink, and the evil fire burns the past.

I was entangled by nightmares for several generations, and I was restrained by memories for several reincarnations. Promise to travel to the end of the world hand in hand, but the withered and yellow sunset sprinkles the cold brilliance on the bones. A wound healing may only take a few days, and some wounds, a record is a lifetime. Even if all means are used to eliminate them, it is futile self deception.

At that time, there were bloody corpses at their feet, and the sharp blades cut the sad people to pieces. Their souls were intercepted on the Bank of the river. I don't know if they can repay the debts of previous lives.

Do you choose to retreat or to face? Unfortunately, there has been no choice for a long time.

Spring upstream is to pursue a different good scenery, and struggle with fate. In the end, it is either bruised after failure, or wandering alone after success.

There are also some things that can be cut continuously. There are also some things that fate can't stop. They all saw the coldness in each other's eyes, and they all heard the sobs in each other's hearts.

Like two wounded beasts, although dying, they are still fighting against each other and fighting for their own territory.

"I thought you were smarter." Snow white hair seems to be stained by snow.

He didn't answer, he didn't know how to answer, and he didn't want to answer.

He is not a smart man. I have been foolishly thinking that chess pieces can go against the manipulation of chess players and take a unique path.

It turns out that it's just nothing after being blown away by the wind. Only this insidious and cunning man, he can't deal with it. Only this man who repeatedly broke her heart and helped her put it together, he couldn't stand it.

"The demon world is doomed." The voice is indifferent, as if telling a simple and unimportant story.

"Do you protect her or the demon world?" The mark between the eyebrows is now the symbol of the Immortal Emperor.

There was no response for a long time.

The snow is raging, making the final lament for the wordless pain. Everything came so fast that they didn't even have a chance to change.

Now that you've prepared for the worst, let's go! Snow will cover the sun, dark clouds is the only scenery in the sky.

The snow sweeping disciples swept away the heavy snow again and again, and the heavy snow piled up again and again.

Frost sword is the most beautiful ice flower blooming in this winter. Crystal clear, like a transparent crystal, surrounded by white fog, is the light of crystal blooming.

If the robe can dance like the wings of a butterfly, it is the last farewell for the winter. Butterflies can only fly in spring. If there is a butterfly waiting for winter to spread its wings, it will be more than wings broken by ice and snow.

Most likely, it will be all of its body.

"Don't be dumb." Chunxi Po's long snow-white hair is flying in the air, and his originally indifferent face is "completely integrated in the snow".

Mo Yu doesn't have any response, he doesn't want to say anything. Even if he is alone, he must protect the demon world. It's canghaiyuan's home, not the fairy world, which seems noisy and boiling, but actually has nothing to do with anyone.

He won't use the word "love" to win canghaiyuan's trust. If he can let canghaiyuan rest assured, he will die.

There is a crack in the frost sword. And there was no crack in his cold eyes.

Chunxi Po made a move, but he didn't want to attack him. Because if you hurt chunxipo, canghaiyuan will be sad.

The book on the case is divided into two parts by the wind of the sword blade. The petals of the red plum in the jade vase, which was once proud in the wind and snow, also fall to the ground.

Mo Yu's shoulder also has a big wound. He always sticks to his own style as he presses forward. He has only one idea in his heart. As long as he can make canghaiyuan not sad, it's OK to sacrifice him.

There is a rule in the six realms that if you want to get something, you must seize it fairly and fairly with your sword. If it turns into a war, it has nothing to do with the six realms who will die or hurt in the end. What chunxipo wants is canghaiyuan. Only this, Mo Yu absolutely does not allow. As long as canghaiyuan agrees, he can completely wipe chunxipo out of the six realms from now on.

Their swords and swords are opposite, in exchange for a moment's peace in the demon world.

Chunxi Po can't figure out what Moyu is thinking, and the only thing he can be sure of is that canghaiyuan is the center of Moyu. As long as canghaiyuan has three strengths and two weaknesses, Moyu will be serious.

The cold light of the sword can cut the thin snowflakes into pieces. Moyu's frost sword is almost unstoppable, and the sword body is full of dense cracks.

Mo Yu silently blocks Chunxi Po's attack. He understands that the sword in his hand is no longer good.

A burst of sword wind whistling towards Mo Yu, Mo Yu too late to dodge.

The frost sword finally broke. For a practitioner, the blade is half life. If you lose your weapons, you can put them to sleep.

Chunxipo really wanted to kill him, not because of canghaiyuan, not because of the demon world, but because Mo Yu should not have got her. Originally, it was all developed according to his guess, but it turned into the present situation.

He thinks that canghaiyuan doesn't really care about Moyu, and canghaiyuan doesn't really think that Moyu can be her dependence. Who knows, the ending is so ridiculous.

He certainly won't fight for what he can't get. He didn't have to fight for what was his. Who will be in charge of this game until the end.

"Mo Yu!" The woman in white breaks into the door and catches the body that Mo Yu is about to fall down.

"I didn't expect it to be so fast. It's a real blunder." At this time, canghaiyuan should have been held by him, but he was held by canghaiyuan like a weak woman. It's beneath a man's dignity

"What do you think your wife grew up on?" Canghaiyuan stood with him and patted the dust on him.

Mo Yu glanced at her: "pig food."

"I think it's better for people like you to go back to the West in a crane." Although the mouth is so said, but the heart is still very worried.

"I'll take you on the road." Mo Yu is still as heartless as she is.