Chapter 437

"Zi --"

his eyes were stained with a strange red.

The commander in purple was stiff and twisted off his head. His abdomen was pierced by a sword and his blood was dripping.

"You In the end Who... "

He was on the verge of death, but the commander-in-chief in purple felt strangely satisfied that he could die in this man's hand, and he had no regrets.

Yu Wuxue kept his cool as usual, and put his sword into the scabbard.

Compared with the dying commander in purple, the white sword repair is not much better. His white robe has long been dyed into a bloody suit in the fierce battle. With his own efforts to fight against the demons alliance, the end was even worse than expected. He got more than 150 injuries, seven of which were almost fatal, and two of them were hung on the spirit house, which almost killed him on the spot.

Fortunately, the victory and defeat are now divided.

He lost more than half of his generals. Now the commander-in-chief's life is in danger, and the rest of the soldiers are fleeing in two battles.

The pain rose and fell like scales. Yu Wuxue was black in front of her eyes. She also spewed out a congestion and her feet floated up.

He's at the end of his tether and won't last long.

Are you dying?

A dim shadow hovered in his heart. Her crow hair and hairpin flower, in the bustling crowd, bowed her eyebrows at him, stretched out her hand and said, "there are many people. Brother Jianxiu will lead me.".

Yu Wuxue remembers that she refused at that time.

But this time, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to fulfill her wish.

It was hot, thick liquid. It was his blood.

At this moment, he suddenly became enlightened.

The master often said that the disciples of Yumen were not moved by their fate. They asked him to learn from those sages who had become immortals and understand the way of forgetting love. But forgetting love is not sentimental, nor heartless, but the extreme of love, not trapped by love, not confused by love, not thinking about the past, not greedy for the future. When she is safe and she is there, he is satisfied and does not ask for more.

Jade Snow closed his eyes, waiting for the last moment of judgment.

"Small, careful --"

before the commander in purple breathed, his eyelids, which had been gradually closed, suddenly opened because of his fear, and there was a graceful but ghostly figure inside. He wants to remind Yu Wuxue, but the other party has long been immersed in the mysterious life and death detachment, where will care about what happened around.

Jade Snow only feel snow light flash, eyes a pain, then unconscious.

A bloody hand trembled and seized the corner of the skirt.

The other side seemed to chuckle.

"Don't worry, I won't let him die."

Then there was a great silence.

"Younger martial brother! Wake up, younger martial brother -- "

the familiar voice is faintly heard from afar.

He tried to open his eyes, and the pain was particularly intense. Unknowingly, the body's sweat soaked the brocade quilt, like the industry fire burning, pain to numbness.

"Younger martial brother! Younger martial brother, wake up! Master, come quickly

Then there was a rapid sound of footsteps outside the door. Someone moistened his dry lips with a fine cloth.

Then, with an old hand on his hot forehead, he was concerned and asked, "no snow, how do you feel?"

Pain, pain to the viscera, as if to break in an instant.

And

"Well, master, my God It's dark... " Why don't you light the lights?

There was an embarrassing silence all around.

There have been two major events in the world of practice recently. The first is that after more than 600 years, after the situ madman, who had been fighting against heaven and earth, finally ushered in a supreme and also the first female ruler in the mainland of Taishi. The second is that the peerless genius of Jianmen suddenly fell. Not only was his cultivation abandoned, but also a pair of pupils were doomed. As a result, the momentum of Jianmen fell to the freezing point.

Some sigh, others gloat.

There are even bets on when the former legend committed suicide.

When you are at the altar and you are looking for light, your path is smooth.

But when you fall into a low ebb, the huge gap between the world and the world can drive life crazy.

"Elder martial brother, it's important for you to practice. You don't have to come to see me every day."

There was a strong smell of medicine in the house. His eyebrows were not wrinkled and his face was very flat. His eyes were covered with a half finger wide white ribbon, which made his cheeks extremely white.

"Elder martial brother has practiced, but he is not lazy!" The fat elder scratched his head and said with a simple smile, "isn't the skin of your mouth itching? I want to find someone to chat with. As a result, the elder martial brother thought I was too tired, so he kicked me here. " He pretended to complain, "the elder martial brother is becoming more and more ferocious recently. He doesn't even care what he does. I've got bruises on my ass!"

Yu Wuxue listened quietly and said a few words occasionally, as usual, as if the blind person was not him.

The fat elder nagged for a long time. When he saw that it was late, he put hot dishes on the table and tried to put them in for him.

Younger martial brother lowered his head and chewed slowly.

Suddenly, he asked, "elder martial brother, can't I see these eyes from now on?"The fat elder's hand shakes, the chicken drops to the soup plate, he dodges by the nimble response.

But today's younger martial brother did not hide, splashed all over his face, there are scallion and egg flower.

He seemed to be in a daze, reaching out slowly and touching his face.

When the fat elder breathed for a moment, he stood up in a hurry to wipe his face. As a result, his body was huge and his action was so urgent that the soup on the table was out of balance. A poison medicine soup fell directly on Yu Wuxue's body.

Hearing the sound, he subconsciously wanted to catch it, but he forgot that the meridian of his wrist had just been connected, which was not flexible. The stewed Gu hit the wrist bone. He frowned slightly, and his lips were tightly closed, without any pain.

"I'm sorry, elder martial brother, I didn't mean to..."

The fat elder said, his eyes were red.

His younger brother, who should have been worshipped by thousands of people, is still weaker than ordinary people. It seems that he can be destroyed at any time.

"It's OK."

Jade snow-free lip color is thin, "is I did not catch."

When the fat elder saw him like this, he couldn't help biting his teeth and felt unworthy. He is one of the few people who know the cause of his younger brother's serious injury, but the woman has become the supreme one by virtue of his younger martial brother's position. These days, she only wants to clean up the door, and has no concern for the younger martial brother's life and death!

"No going."

As if he had insight into his thoughts, he spoke coldly.

"Younger martial brother --"

the fat elder martial brother can't help but feel aggrieved for his younger brother, "you are all like this, what are you stubborn about? She's using you! Now you have no use value, so I'll kick you out. What's the reason for that? "

"I owe her."

"I owe her a ghost! It's just a small broken snake. I'll catch ten and eight and throw it in her face some other day

"Elder martial brother, you overestimate yourself."

"No, younger martial brother, which side are you standing on?" The fat elder is crazy.

"At the table."

“……”

The fat elder accepted his order to clean up the mess and wanted to change clothes for his younger martial brother. Without exception, he was refused.

Younger martial brother is like this. He never bothers others.

He couldn't help but sigh, but he felt that it was not good. Shengsheng held back, pretending to say goodbye in a light voice, and said that he would come again to rub rice tomorrow.

Jade Snow nodded, "with you."

Close the door, the wind and snow are quiet.

He fumbled to the edge of the wardrobe and took out a new set of clothes. He was not very skillful and dressed slowly.

And the wrong knot.

Why would he know?

Because someone helped him correct it.

A pair of warm hands patiently untied the knot and tied it again for him. Yu Wuxue's hand is still stiff in the air, slowly hanging down. He did not ask when she had come or what she was going to do, and the atmosphere was extremely dull.

"I'm sorry." She said softly.

There was another silence.

What should he say?

Is it because of her high spirited spirit and the covetous eyes of the demon gate that she directed the tragedy of the death of genius?

Or should she not fight for serious injuries to bring him back from the battlefield to Jianmen, so that his life can continue, but from then on, she has become a blind waste?

If she had not saved him at that time, let him die in that piece of Blood Sea corpse mountain, how good.

When he died at his prime age, he would still be the pride of the school and the immortal revered by the world. Unlike now, he would drag down the prestige of the school and make the master and elder martial brothers fall into endless self blame. The more careful they treated him, the more guilty he felt.

"Don't shut up." She lowered her head and went to pull his sleeve, like a child after an accident. She said, "hit me or scold me. My life is yours."

"I don't believe it." He spoke slowly, with a certain coldness.

"What, what?" She froze.

"I don't believe you're going to die for me."

She is the empress of ten thousand people, and he is useless.

"So, put away your false guilt, I don't need it. Sympathy for the weak has always been a game for the superior. If your majesty hasn't forgotten Wuxue's contribution to help us in the past, don't do these boring tricks of trial -- "

before you finish your words, you're stuck with a cold object.

"It's a kind of enchanting spirit. It's highly poisonous. First destroy the body, then destroy the original spirit." She looked directly into the other person's face and said, "if you want, I can give it to you now."

Yu Wuxue tightened her hand.

"If you don't do it, I'll do it myself." She snatched it.

"Poo Hoo --"

the blade is not deep into the skin.

He grabbed the sharpest blade and blood slid down his wrist into his sleeve.

"You! What are you doing Lin Lang was so angry that he pinched his wrist bone and took out his sleeve sword with great care.

The strangeness of enchanting soul lies in that it is a sharp sword for ordinary people, and its poison only works on the people with magic power.Lin Lang immediately turned over the gauze and ointment and bandaged it up for him.

Yu Wuxue lowered his head. His eyes were covered with silk. He was dark and could not see anything.

The heat in her hands was extremely hot.

Without vision, other senses are more sensitive.

She is very fragrant.

"Does it still hurt?" The woman asked heartily.

He tried to pull back his hand, but he was gently pulled and landed on her cheek.

The other person's fingers curl.

The innocent father is obviously nervous.

Lin Lang unconsciously rubbed his long fingers, from eyebrows to ears, and then gradually fell to the neck, next to the clavicle.

He woke up with a start and immediately backed away.

Unexpectedly, the back is the bed, this time with the Lin Lang also turned in.

"I, I'm not --"

there is a trace of cracking on the face of the white sword, which has been cultivating the iceberg for many years.

However, the other party did not, as he thought, immediately stand up after the fall - he has no "value for use", she is a lady emperor, and there is no need to waste extra time and energy on him.

She was gentle and gentle, and lay on the chest of a normal man, like a shy and timid pink Begonia, with astonishing slender waist and limbs, which would be broken when rubbed.

The implication is self-evident.

There was a lot of snow outside, and occasionally a bright light was thrown away.

"You No need to... " His voice was hoarse and he resisted the last invasion.

She raised her head and touched his lips. Shyly, she buried her head in his shoulder socket. The breath from the tip of her nose made his skin hot.

He suddenly turned over and put his hands on her shoulder. His black hair was in disorder, his eyes were covered with white silk, and his lips were thin, revealing a delicate and fragile beauty.

After hesitating for half a moment, he bit his lips tentatively.

She still didn't refuse.

Even the city gate was opened to greet the king.

So he sealed it with a kiss and swallowed up the last plea for mercy.

Hunters tirelessly, layer by layer deprivation, crazy predators rich flesh and blood.

He first imprisons her hand, later is the tyrant wants to dominate her everything.

He wants her to be happy, angry, sad and happy because of him.

The barren desert is miraculously revived, and all things are rampant here.

Later

Lin Lang is numb.

She just wanted to ask a question.

When can the fire of the old house be put out mercifully? Three days and three nights is not enough for him to burn!!!