Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 11: The depth of this love
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All eyes are on Longsun Wuji.
No one knew that Meng Fuyao was in danger at this moment.
They were just pure curiosity, and they didn’t expect any unexpected answer. Only Folian, she knelt before sitting on the case, motionless, her hands tucked in her sleeves, but her sleeves trembled without wind.
The grandson Wuji, who was covered by those gazes, was silent for a moment, seeming to be meditating, then he smiled and said, “Between my palace and the princess, there is no longer…”
He stopped his voice suddenly, and Huo Ran looked back towards the field, then fluttered and quickly swept out.
Everyone is still waiting for his answer, but this person who has always been extremely calm suddenly showed an anxious expression, and even halfway through his words, he flew out, and they couldn’t help showing a stunned expression.
Folian’s sleeves suddenly stopped shaking. The fourth prince Feng turned her head and smiled, “This shameless prince, why is such a personality…” He suddenly saw Folian’s face and said in amazement. “Hey, sister, what’s wrong with you? Your face is so ugly?”
Fu Lian smiled at him and said, “Brother don’t worry, my younger sister has been blessed by gods and Buddhas since she was a child, and she has always turned danger to a blessing.”
The fourth prince Feng felt that the answer was a little strange, but he didn’t think too much, and turned his head to watch the scene.
Folian sat steadily, laughed, and laughed a little bit of chill.
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Meng Fuyao took the knife before the battle, and the huge recoil force was immediately added to her. She only felt a bang in her heart, and then there was a chaotic sound in her ears, and her whole body was crushed heavily by the force, and she was crushed with blood. He raised his throat and turned upside down. On the opposite side, Bagu, who had been waiting for the opportunity, suddenly moved. He took a step forward and stretched out his hand. Suddenly there was a black ghost head in his palm. Grasping Meng Fu, who is unable to retreat, shakes his heart!
At this time, the spectators turned their attention back, and even after discovering that the battle that Meng Fuyao had just won was turned upside down in an instant, Meng Fuyao’s imposing sword suddenly retracted automatically when it approached the opponent’s chest, and then he was violently fierce. Zhenli rebounded, and a somersault in the air fell down, and Bagu’s ghost caught it, and the meteor caught up with her chest like a moon. Seeing that Meng Fuyao’s moves were old, he seemed to be seriously injured, and he was unable to avoid it. Ah!” said.
Ba Gu showed a smirk, Meng Fuyao desperately moved in midair to avoid the vital points, but found that his meridians were in disorder and could not move.
She closed her eyes in despair, her eyelashes closed for a moment, and the purple shadow flashed.
The longson Wuji is here.
He came as light as a touch of Piaoping, but his shot was as solid as a lofty mountain and sea, and his sleeves flicked across the air, cutting off Bagu’s attack in an instant!
The sound of the wind stopped, the sound of the wind stopped and the long dress danced, Changsun Wuji held one hand behind him, and tapped the other hand forward. The fingers sticking out of his sleeves were quietly inserted between the eyes of the ghost head grabbing the hideous ghost head.
Bagu watched as he was caught by the ghost head with his eyes inserted, his face slowly changed, he looked up at the grandson Wuji, and said, “Prince Zhao, you are arbitrating for the conference, and even intervened in the fight. Openly protect your Wuji side, don’t you think you’ve done too much?”
Changsun Wuji looked at him lightly and said: “My palace feels that my palace is protecting you.”
Bagu said coldly, “The prince is not a joke!”
“My palace is too lazy to joke with you.” Changsun Wuji slowly retracted his hand and smiled, “I just ask you, are you really a Fufeng countryman?”
Everyone made a bang, and their eyes widened in surprise. The Zhenwu Conference has strict orders. Participants’ nationalities are not allowed to conceal false reports. Once false, they will be disqualified from the conference and severely punished. If you cheat, you are not qualified to stay here.
Ba Gu’s face changed drastically, and he immediately said: “Nature!”
“Oh? So this palace is wrong?” Changsun Wuji smiled, suddenly looked at the top of Bagu’s head, raised his eyebrows, “Then your wig, why did you suddenly lift a piece of wig? Ah, there is a mark on the forehead?”
Bagu was startled, and quickly reached out to touch his head, but he didn’t find any abnormalities in this touch. He was stunned and looked up to see the enlightened look around him. He immediately understood that he had been fooled by the grandson Wuji, and his face was instantly blue.
Zhang Sun Wou-ki has already laughed. He smiled and walked back with his hands, and said lightly, “Your Excellency should lift your wig yourself. If it’s your Majesty’s Tiansha Jinwei, I’m afraid it won’t look pretty.” /
The knowledgeable people in the audience looked at Bagu’s expressions, and they couldn’t help whispering to each other. People with bald heads and imprints on their foreheads are a special existence in the entire continent, and there is only one kind of ascetics in the sky. People practice “asceticism in this world” and never show up in the world. Everyone just heard about it. Is this Bagu, who claims to be a member of the Fufeng country, an ascetic in the most mysterious country? However, his fake discovery showed that there was no abnormality, and the forehead imprint was not revealed. How did Changsun Wuji discover it?
The long-term Sun Wuji walked back without turning his head back. Bagu was stunned in the local area. He suddenly heard someone whispering to his ears, saying: “The cultivator of the firmament is never allowed to be involved in the world of the world. Your Excellency not only committed this martial arts The precepts of the conference have violated the rules of the firmament. Are you really not afraid that the palace will send a letter to the firmament, so please bring a piece of oracle for you?”
Bagu trembles, his horrified eyes are cast on the grandson Wuji, the prince of another country, really terrifying as rumored, he is so careful, and has been hiding his identity into the final round until just now in the battle for the leader. He slightly used a technique that was unique to the firmament, and was also hidden under the blindness of witchcraft similar to Fufeng, so he didn’t want to be spotted by him.
He subconsciously glanced at Pei Yuan, then quickly retracted it, fearing that it would be discovered by the eldest son Wuji who was watching the human heart above, and he was determined not to admit his death to the end, but he was really afraid of his last words, hesitated Standing in the local area not knowing what decision to make, Zhan Nancheng looked at him with a calm face and asked Changsun Wuji: “What should I do with the prince?”
“He has fulfilled his arbitration obligations,” Changsun Wuji said lightly. “Strictly speaking, what Ba Gu used just now is not martial arts, it is a forbidden technique, and it is against the purpose of the conference. How to deal with it is up to the majesty to judge. “
“Okay,” Zhan Nancheng nodded and said: “Bagu is now stripped…”
“Hold on!”
The speaker turned out to be Meng Fuyao, who had been kneeling and leaning on a knife to breathe after the long-term Sun Wuji separated the two.
As soon as the grandson Wuji was about to sit back in her seat, she heard her stiff body. When she looked back, she looked the same, but her eyes were full of helplessness.
His eyes flicked past, and his long eyelashes instantly covered the expression in his eyes, and asked calmly: “Does General Meng have anything to say?”
Meng Fu shook his knife, raised his head, swallowed the blood that was forced into his throat, and replied loudly, “I can’t be tricked by him for nothing! I will fight him to the end!”
The crowd was full of shock. Watching Meng Fuyao’s gaze is like looking at an idiot—Bagu was canceled from the fight for power, Pei Yuan and Yalanzhu have not stopped fighting until now. Seeing that both of them are exhausted, no matter who wins It will be a tragic victory, even if Meng Fuyao is injured, it will be easy to win the first place, but this Bagu is in excellent condition and has a strange forbidden technique. How can she be an opponent now?
Don’t want the leader who is in front of you, but want to die under Bagu?
What’s more, now that she is duel with Ba Gu, she is no longer in the real martial arts conference category. It is a private enmity and is no longer protected by the rules of the conference. What will happen is really hard to predict.
This is such a lunatic!
Meng Fuyao knelt on the ground, staring at Bagu in shock as the whole hall was shocked. She was not a lunatic, nor did she stimulate madness with a small loss, regardless of the stupidity of retaliation. , She just because, that moment she really saw her mother!
It’s not a phantom, it’s not a virtual, it’s a real scene. She was pretty sure that the hospital and mother in that instant were not a retrospect of the previous scene. At that moment, she saw the flower on the cupboard beside her mother’s bed. It was a deep branch. The red plum blossoms are plum blossoms!
Meng Fuyao’s fingers dig deep into the seams of the gold bricks, not so hard, she was afraid that her tears would gush out immediately, and the flash of such tears, the memories of the long-lost life spread out like a picture scroll, bright In a flash, the door cracked open.
The door opened, and the woman walked lightly, put a jasmine in the vase, kissed the patient on the bed with a smile, and carefully looked at the plain flowers in the vase, yelling dissatisfiedly: “Hey, this flower The color is too plain, the plum blossoms in the yard of Guanminger’s house are blooming, pinch the best-looking branch and put it in the brightest!”
“Okay, Fuyao, you go,” the mother on the bed smiled, “The climate in Yunnan is hot and humid, with a little Huoxiang Zhengqi water.”
“Hey!” She waved her hand, opened the door and went out, then suddenly poked her head in, and said: “I don’t know how long it will be. In case something is delayed, I have not come back from the plum blossoms, so I ask the strong son next door to give You change flowers every day.”
“Silly boy, it’s only summer now, how can I not return to winter?” The mother smiled…
It was the last time she and her mother met. It has been eighteen years since then.
That year, that time and space, and the promise of plum blossoms, has always hurt her heart. During the many sleepless nights, she sat up countless times with piercing eyes, thinking, is her mother still waiting for her? Waiting for the plum blossom that she would never put in by herself? And what kind of mood would her mother, who has not waited until, count the return dates of her departure in those nights with the gleam of the crescent moon?
It was the summer of that year. She had just decided on a job title and raised her salary. For the first time she had money to send her mother to the hospital and was hospitalized. She made an appointment with her to pinch the most beautiful plum blossom in winter, and then that vow was melted by fate. .
Then, just today, in a decisive battle that would never be imagined in a previous life in another world, at the moment that strange opponent opened his palm to her, she saw the promised plum blossom When she saw her mother, she clearly saw her mother leaning on the head of the bed, frowning and sighing, and saw a lot of white hair on her sideburns, much more than when she left.
It is precisely because of this flower and such a mother that Meng Fuyao confirmed that the world opened by Bagu’s eyes is not the reflection of her own memories, but the real projection of time and space. She even confirmed that, The time and space in the previous life is indeed different from that of the Wuzhou Continent. The current eighteen years are not the eighteen years there.
My mother’s illness did not survive for eighteen years. Although the mother seen in that eye, although she was older, she did not look like she was eighteen years old.
Meng Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief with tears in his eyes, almost folded his hands to thank God, the past life and the Wuzhou Continent were not a parallel time and space! And the mother is still alive! She has always insisted on desperately, and it has finally been proved today. There is nothing wrong with it!
Because of this, she couldn’t let Ba Gu, the only warlock who gave her hope, she wanted to get more accurate information from her mother from him!
Meng Fuyao stood up with a knife, panting slightly, “killing the sky”, pointing to Bagu without hesitation.
She doesn’t look at the grandson Wuji–whether he agrees or not, she can’t stop her from pointing at the blade.
The Changsun Wuji was looking at her.
Look at the tears in her eyes, her stubborn look, her swaying but never retreating posture, her whole body trembling, but the blade that stretches out is calm as an abyss.
He sighed slightly with his eyes, the pain in his eyes passing by like a stream of light, he looked at her as if looking at an oasis in the desert, close but far away, as if looking at each other in an instant, but as far away as a thousand miles.
But I love her, even if I worry about the weightlessness of fate all the time, I have to let her fly.
The hall is as quiet as water, and everyone is waiting for an answer.
Changsun Wuji finally answered calmly:
“Since General Meng proposed a challenge, then please.”
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Meng Fuyao took a breath, she suddenly wanted to cry.
It’s difficult for Changsun Wuji to say this, right?
She always seems to be embarrassing him.
He wants him to constantly face the choice, wants him to hesitate between protecting her and letting her fly, and wants him to be in endless difficulties between obeying his heart and fulfilling her heart.
There is a kind of letting go, sad to have.
Meng Fuyao swallowed softly and swallowed the pill in his mouth. Just now, Changsun Wuji swept off the field, and the moment his sleeve was cut, while the sound of the wind was about to rest, the hand behind him, A pill came into her arms.
She half-kneeled on the ground and did not move, also to make it easier to take the medicine into the mouth.
Seeing that the chieftain is about to get his hands, he has worked so hard but he is going to waste it by her, Meng Fuyao smiled lightly-he is really not a thing.
In that smile, she took a deep breath, fully suppressed the blood surging in the internal organs, gently wiped the blade, her fingers passed over the extremely sharp blade, and a line of blood was swept away.
The body of the deep black blade flashes brightly, with a slight red glow.
Feed the weapons of the gods with the blood of the master, which can break the magic arts.
The red light is getting brighter and brighter, the black “killing the sky” tastes the enemy’s blood, and receives the master’s blood for the first time.
Bagu stared at the seemingly plain but suddenly brilliant knife, as if thinking of something, his eyes suddenly changed slightly.
Just the moment he was distracted, Meng Fuyao moved immediately.
She raised her sword and hacked the ground!
The black and red sword light carries a mighty force, like a nine-day thunder hammer, thundering underground!
“嚓——”
The extremely hard-textured golden brick floor was smashed by this exhausted body, and a long and narrow deep ditch was cut abruptly. In the splash of brick chips, a bright white light was like a waterfall spring, hulling from the ground. The tip of his knife jumped out, and in a blink of an eye he traversed the deep ditch and reached Bagu’s feet!
No one can practice martial arts to the bottom of their feet!
Such a weird angle!
Ba Gu’s whole body was guarding Meng Fuyao’s seemingly destined formidable blow, but she did not expect that she would actually use a blow that condensed her whole body to smash the ground, just startled, it was so bright that it was impossible The white light staring directly has reached the soles of the feet, and no one dared to take on the force of the sixth layer of “Broken Nine Heavens”, and Ba Gu screamed, subconsciously rushing straight up.
He was very ill. The moment he jumped up, Guitou grabbed and opened suddenly. Although Guitou’s eyes were broken by the grandson Wuji, the depths of his **** mouth turned out to be strange eyes!
Meng Fuyao is no longer across from him, she is waiting for him on his way.
She split without hesitation, and immediately went out. The figure swallows like a swallow on top of Bagu’s head, and on top of his head and feet, she is confronting Bagu who is rising up like a rocket!
I am on top of your head, and you have the ability to carve eyes on your head!
We two heads meet, see who has the hard head!
Meng Fuyao smiled sorrowfully, “killing the sky” rolling across!
This volume is like a flag facing the wind, and the wind is full of mighty winds, but the wind is not invisible. The wind is like a hurricane. At first, the center is bright and the edges are white. It is “sunrise” and “moon soul”. “The essence of true energy, as her figure unfolded, the bright and light white suddenly extended separately, spreading like a fan, and instantly melted into a pure white like cow’s milk, and then again there. In the wind that roared like the sea, it was as bright as the aurora.
When it was bright to the extreme, the white light passed away, but the wind became more intense several times!
The three superpowers of “Sunrise”, “Yue Po”, and “Gao Feng” were finally completely integrated when Meng Fuyao was desperately desperate!
The ultimate miraculous three-in-one, under the sun and the moon, the wind is everywhere!
With a huff, Pei Yuan and Ya Lanzhu, who were struggling slowly and desperately, were swept out.
With a squeak, the pair of giant brass dragon-headed tripods weighing a thousand-thousand-thousand-thousand unmoving under the main hall pill, suddenly and slowly moved back, step by step, leaving a heavy rub. mark.
With a few hus and hoops, the Xinghuang Jinwei on the table in the full hall was rolled up, floating in the air, circling and dancing, and it looked like a goddess scattered flowers, but it was a pity that I brought a few fruit tea cups. , 呯里 smashed to the ground, and the fragments of porcelain pieces rolled on the ground, like shattered jade.
Zhan Nancheng was drinking tea. Unexpectedly, the wind suddenly surged, and all the hot tea in the cup stood up. He was afraid that he would be scalded and let go. When the cup fell, the water separated from the cup, and it was still a water column. In front of him, Zhan Nancheng couldn’t avoid it or was about to be scalded. He gently stretched out one hand, caught the teacup and greeted him upwards, and steadily put a cup of tea into his palm again.
Zhan Nancheng breathed a sigh of relief, barely raised his head and smiled and said: “Thank you, the prince, this wind… is too weird…”
Elderly Sun Wuji didn’t even answer his words. He turned his head and looked at the center of the wind with a slight worry in his eyes.
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At this moment, the wind is rising!
The women concealed their skirts tightly in panic, and the men raised their heads and opened their mouths in shock.
Looking at the center of the surging wind in the whole hall, it turned out to be static and peaceful. All the complicated movements finally turned into one movement-Meng Fu stood upside down on top of Ba Gu’s head, with the tip of the knife inserted into the heart of his head.
A wisp of blood shed slowly from the top of Bagu’s head, very thin–Meng Fuyao’s knife was only inserted into his scalp, not deep.
The sound of the wind gradually subsided, and she fell gently, and when she hit the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out, losing more blood than Bagu.
However, her hand is still not loose, and the tip of the knife moved down to the center of Bagu’s eyebrows. She lowly said, “Your eyes…what is forbidden?”
Ba Gu silently shut his mouth tightly, and Meng Fuyao said sternly: “As long as you show me the scene just now, I won’t kill you.”
Ba Gu pursed his mouth, as if hesitating.
The long-term Sun Wuji, who had been calmly watching the battle on the jade level, suddenly pressed his hand on the case table.
He looked at Bagu, his eyes faint and expressionless, his palms were close to the case, where there were a pair of ghost head grasping eyes he had just picked off. He put his palms on the ghost eyes and pressed it lightly.
Bagu suddenly convulsed.
He convulsed under Meng Fu’s shook his knife, his whole body was pulled, his limbs twitched slightly, he was short of breath, his complexion rose purple, his eyes suddenly brightened, and his throat made a low “hehe” noise, slow Slowly twisting his body, as if wanting to turn around to find something.
Meng Fuyao suddenly became anxious, a sharp stabbing, pierced his eyebrows, angrily, “What are you doing!”
She was already seriously injured. She tried her best to defeat the enemy and her strength was already exhausted. At this moment, her heart moved, another mouthful of blood splashed on Bagu’s face, and some stars fell on the ground.
Bright red, scorching eyes.
The hand of Grandson Wuji on the jade level suddenly stopped.
His gaze rolled over the **** color, and then passed over Meng Fuyao’s pale paper face, a dark and painful expression drifting across his eyes, he slowly released his hand, and then stopped. Stop, look at Bagu, and press down again, but when he saw Meng Fuyao’s anxious and excited look, his hand stopped again.
Tossing between stopping and continuing.
So three times.
The moment seems like a thousand years.
The slight ups and downs seemed to be just an unintentional flick of the fingertips. No one noticed the endless struggle in a person’s heart at this moment in the shallow movements like butterflies and flowers.
Finally, Changsun Wuji slowly let go.
He closed his eyes, and no one heard the long, heart sigh.
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Let go of his hand, Bagu returned to normal, and he seemed to have forgotten the moment of twisting just now. He opened his eyes, looked at Meng Fuyao, and suddenly said, “What about seeing it? Why not see.”
“That’s my business!” Meng Fuyao held the knife tightly, swallowed the surging blood, yelled, “If you want to die, hurry up!”
She was already a little unclear about her sanity, and she even said the wrong thing. Bagu straightened her neck and seemed to want to resist. His eyes touched Meng Fuyao’s fiery eyes, but she was scorched and said for a while:” My ability can only show you a short time.”
“Success!” Meng Fuyao’s body was irritated and burnt, her internal organs seemed to be vigorously rubbed and rolled up and could no longer be shaken, tearing-like pain, she clenched her teeth to prevent herself from fainting in the next moment In the past, she hadn’t seen what she desperately wanted to see, how could she faint?
The two were deadlocked in the hall. Others didn’t know what they were doing. They thought that Meng Fuyao had committed the same problem as the last time he defeated Xuanyuan Yun, so they laughed again, and the fourth prince Feng took the brocade cloth picked up by the eunuch. Laying on the case, he smiled at Folian with his arm supported: “This Meng Fuyao is really tough. I heard you say that I have seen it?”
“It should be him.” Folian stared at Meng Fuyao closely, and said: “This is a disguised person, but you know, brother, I am good at smelling people. He walked by my side before, I The smell is the same as the one who rescued me in front of Dade Temple.”
“Then you have to thank him when it’s over,” the fourth prince Feng said, “Such a talent, today’s battle will surely make the world famous. It is also good for you to have a friendship with you earlier by this side.”
“Brother said that.” Folian pursed her lips and smiled, “How can you not see such a character?”
She has a cool smile, a very standard noble and clean lotus posture, like the wind on the water, the lotus branches swaying, and the green skirt is swaying. The light and shadow change, among the overturned layers of green leaves, no one can see the quietly rolling down dew.
Those familiar smells…appeared in people who shouldn’t have appeared!
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Ba Gu finally opened his palm to Meng Fuyao again.
“Eyes” blinked and the dark light reappeared.
Time and space were split by a mysterious forbidden technique, and the scroll of the world was slowly opened.
It was still in that ward. It was the evening sky, and the dim light and shadow were projected on the white bedding, on the sideburns of the mother’s white hair, her mother’s expression was focused, and she was reading a book.
The book is very old, the edges are already rolled up, and it’s a bit dirty. The cover is colorful, and there is a small duck that is slanted and slanted. The painting is incomparable.
Next to the duck was written a line of terrible words, big and small: Meng Fuyao’s book, who hits whom.
Meng Fuyao’s tears rushed out in an instant.
That was her book, the only children’s book “The Little Prince” when she was a child. My mother bought it for her after adding a month’s class. She loves it as a treasure and reads it countless times a day. Plus, the mother said to draw a dragon, because she is a dragon, she didn’t like it. The dragon looks like an earthworm. She likes fluffy ducks, so she decided to be a duck in the future.
Fear of stealing, she also added a few words. If I remember correctly, there is a skull in the area where the mother’s fingers are blocking, and a red cross is drawn-curse, who stole the poison Who.
There is a small bottle next to the skull-“Dichlorvos”, “Must kill”.
Heh… From a young age, she is such a cruel child…
Meng Fuyao laughed softly with tears. She saw that the book was older than she had imagined. The ragged edges and corners had been carefully patched up, but she still couldn’t hold her hand. The book was probably rubbed by her mother a lot. , The edges were shiny, she saw her mother’s fingers and touched the ugly duck carefully.
The hand was thin and pale, which belonged to the patient, with bulging knuckles and bruises from needle sticks.
Meng Fuyao tremblingly stretched out her hand, trying to hold the hand that had been in violation for eighteen years, but she felt a broken light and shadow, and her mother was in illusory turmoil. She hurriedly shrank her hand, not daring to break this moment. Scene.
I can’t touch the one that’s close at hand.
The mother was still looking at the duck, full of love and pity, as if she saw the daughter who exuded the scent of milk, lying on her knees, drawing pictures with ease. The fragrance of the hands of the daughter seemed to be lost after many years. The fragrance is still there.
She touched the duck’s hand, and suddenly moved forward slowly, seeming to figure out the outline of her daughter from the naive strokes.
However, I can’t touch it.
Across time and space, the touch of a mother and daughter missed each other.
Meng Fuyao’s tears finally overflowed his eyes, and quietly rolled down his cheeks, then mixed with blood on the corners of his mouth, turned into a pink stream, and fell on his shirt.
The little prince said-it is because you spend time on your roses that make her so precious.
Because the eighteen years of persistence were so difficult, the tears of Meng Fuyao at this moment were overwhelming.
The whole hall was silent and everyone was silent. They didn’t understand what Meng Fuyao was doing. They only saw her standing in front of Ba Gu and suddenly wept. People looked at her suspiciously, but because of the huge sadness in her eyes. Shocked by the pain, I couldn’t help being silent.
Chang Sun Wuji turned his face halfway, his fingers trembling slightly, he let go of the tea cup he had been holding calmly in his hand, and put his hand into his sleeve.
There is a kind of pain that he cannot share, but he has to accompany the pain together.
Meng Fuyao suddenly stopped crying.
Time is precious. Tears will blur your eyes and make you unable to see your mother’s face. That is a waste.
She blinked hard, blinked her tears, and then heard a bang, the door of the ward was knocked open, and a lot of people came in in the light and shadow.
The one in the lead, good fat body-fat man.
In the ancient tomb, crying father and mother met the fat man who collapsed and was almost poked by Meng Fuyao.
He was followed by Xiao Li, Lao Wang, Big Tou… all colleagues of the archaeological team, the fat man was holding a hot pot in his hand, and Xiao Li carrying a big bag of fresh food, they rushed in with laughter, and it was clear that they had just paid off. The cold and lonely ward added a bit of hustle and bustle. They put on the hot pot and lamb slices and shouted: “Today the winter solstice, auntie will eat hot pot with us!”
The mother on the hospital bed smiled and raised her head and said: “Thank you to see me again…”
“Auntie, you should be welcome, that fellow Meng Fuyao is not here, we…” Xiao Li, who was half-talking, was stabbed and shut up quickly.
Mother is still laughing, close the book carefully, touch the cover lightly, and say: “She’s here…she’s in my heart.”
Mom…
Meng Fuyao couldn’t help but rushed forward, and he wanted to plunge into the warmth and yearning of the world. The light and shadow in front of him trembled, the ripples of water turbulence, and then all the scenes gradually faded and turned into The white light disappeared.
Meng Fuyao was anxious, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab, but only grabbed the cold void, almost grabbing Bagu’s nose.
Bagu’s face was sweaty, and he saw that he had reached the limit of being able to last for so long. He gathered his palms and said, “You promised to let me go.”
Meng Fuyao stared at him, still making his own mind.
Ba Gu looked at Meng Fu and shook his eyes, as if he had realized something, he hurriedly said: “This forbidden technique, I can only use it three times in my life, and it was the third time just now. Don’t think about it anymore.” /
For a moment, Meng Fuyao lost all thoughts, and there was hatred in all thoughts. She suddenly raised her head and stared at Bagu. Her eyes looked like a wolf who had been hungry for half a month. She trembled at Bagu and said loudly, “You will lose faith! “
Meng Fuyao suddenly pushed him and said: “Get out!”
She pushed Bagu out like a shrew, screaming in the serial port: “Balloon!”
Bagu’s face was pale, his eyes staring at Meng Fuyao, who made him lose face in front of the martial artist under the world, his finger joints squeaked loudly, and suddenly he felt a cold look behind him, thorns. It was generally painful, when he turned around, he saw the grandson Wuji on the jade steps, sitting high and smiling at him.
The smile made him tremble. He didn’t dare to do anything anymore and walked out quickly, bowing his head.
In the field, only Meng Fuyao and Pei Yuan are left at this moment-Ya Lanzhu was swept out of the field when Meng Fuyao caught the wind just now. She was tired and fainted because of insufficient internal strength, Pei Yuan lay on the ground and panted, her five fingertips were bright red, but they were not blood, and she didn’t know what it was.
Pei Yuan is lying on his stomach, Meng Fuyao is squatting, one seems to be unable to struggle anymore, the other spitting blood constantly.
The battle for the leader of the real warrior is coming to an end.
At this time, everyone didn’t know who the true chieftain would be—there should be no doubt that Meng Fuyao, who was the chieftain, could be pushed down with just one finger. At this moment, both of them are pure It depends on luck, whoever can take the last bit of effort to push the opponent down, whoever wins!
Meng Fuyao hugged his knees and squatted, watching his shadow infatually before his pool of blood. Who is inside? Where is the red-haired witch back then?
She looked so attentively, she didn’t notice the exclamation on her side at all, Pei Yuan was struggling to get up with her elbow on the ground.
She crawled very slowly, struggling to get up half of her body and then fell down immediately, but she panted for a long while, but never gave up and stood up again.
She struggled for a full cup of tea, and finally stood up shaking.
Meng Fuyao squatted still, she seemed to study her own shadow completely oblivious to her, she was so unwilling-the pool of blood reflected this golden palace mosquito well, surrounded by dragons, but could not be reflected anymore. She wanted to see People and things.
She was crazy, her fingertips dipped in blood, and she slowly outlined in the ground, a round…a curved…
Someone kept whispering in the ear, trying to wake her up at the critical moment, that is his elegant and mellow voice:
“Fuyao…”
Pei Yuan came closer, panting.
…bend again…and then two small triangles…
“…Shuyao!”
Pei Yuan finally walked behind Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao continued without distraction… There is still a short stroke to draw the web…
Above the main hall, on the precious and bright golden brick floor, the eyes of everyone are in full view, and the naive painting under the enemy’s approach is finally completed.
Duck.
After finishing the last stroke, Pei Yuan’s palm also lifted up, and the tips of his five fingers were **** red, and **** sand was generally inserted towards Meng Fuyao!
“…Shuyao!”
Meng Fuyao suddenly raised his head!
Then she fell down.
She fell down, her body slid out immediately, Pei Yuan suddenly lost the target above her head, her center of gravity was unstable and tilted down, Qianxin and Meng Fuyao’s body slid out instantly intertwined.
In an instant, staggered.
The black light flashed.
A wisp of blood wafted along with the light of the black knife, and then it was blasted into the air, warm and vigorous, like a torch with flaming flames.
The torch that burns all the lives in a person’s body.
In Pei Yuan’s throat, there was a short “Ah” voice.
That whisper was like a dream, and the dream was broken and melted into the cold void.
She fell softly, like a flower that suddenly failed, withered instantly, or a cloud was blown away by the mountain wind, or the northern geese of one year flew away in the magnificent sky, just There will never be another day to fly back.
Twenty-one years of youthful life ends today. Those tangled grievances that are not available to love but cannot be loved, like a thread meeting a sharp blade, “clam” and break.
Leave a long echo, scattered in the wind.
Perhaps, since she met her, from the sweep of the mountain behind Xuanyuan Mountain, the cliff of life has long been doomed.
Because of a man she cares about but she has no intentions, they collided so far, and then she fell in the middle, and she, drying the blood on the tip of the sword, continued to move forward.
The world is so empty and so narrow, it can accommodate the vastness of the sea, and it cannot accommodate narrow minds and secret calculations.
Pei Yuan lay on the ground, feeling that the wind was blowing all around, swinging leisurely, about to blow himself across the mountains, and felt that the extreme heat gave birth to extreme cold, that cold seemed to be the year when I first saw him The snow covered her eyebrows layer by layer, holding her cold hands in the hands of the master, looking timidly at the strange courtyard, while the handsome boy who swept the snow in front of the plum tree turned around, smiling like the beginning of spring.
He said: Junior sister, early.
She looked at him that year and forgot to answer.
Pei Yuan smiled slightly…how could he not answer? The last chance of this life.
She closed her eyes and whispered:
“The wind is heavy, the snow is cold, brother… take care.”
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The battle for Zhenwu is over!
It was just the worst result in a pool of blood.
Zhan Nancheng opened his mouth, and failed to say the congratulations several times. After a long time fighting against Beiheng in silence, he said: “Wuji, Meng Fuyao, win!”
The spectators immediately became lively, showing false prosperity and joy to the blood and corpses. Many people rushed to congratulate them. Vaguely Zhan Nancheng seemed to be talking about the palace celebration feast, and those who took the trouble to show up. The mouth and the spitting stars almost drowned Meng Fuyao. She looked at them blankly, not knowing what these **** were talking about, making her dizzy because of the noise, and actually trampled her duck!
Someone squeezed up and took her hand. It was Arran Joo who was barely recovering. She pushed away those people one by one, no matter what kind of Xuanhe status the spectators were, and yelled unceremoniously: “Let let , We want to go home!”
We are going home.
Where is home?
Meng Fuyao was just so dazed, floating, and being pulled out by Yalan Zhu, she vaguely felt a warm and painful gaze hanging behind her, and she refused to pull it away, but she had no strength anymore. Pay attention, she just wants to leave here quickly, and then fall asleep, maybe she can relive everything she just saw in her dream.
The crowd stepped away. They walked outside the hall, but there were still people who stopped in front of them uninterestingly. The delicate skirts of Yuebai Lotus fluttered slightly, quietly and elegantly like a lotus.
The lotus said holy: “Congratulations to General Meng for winning the first prize, and I would like to thank General Meng for the kindness of helping me at the beginning, and set a feast in Pandu Zuixiangju for General Meng…”
“Can you shut up?”
Buddha Lian was stunned and lost her voice. Meng Fuyao raised her head with bloodshot eyes. She looked at her like a rabbit, and she could not see the look of a wolf. She gritted her teeth and said with extreme clarity: “Rotten lotus, please, You can pretend to be pure in front of people all over the world, but please don’t pretend to be in front of me, especially now! Don’t you know, when I **** watch you pretend I feel like vomiting? I’m vomiting enough today !”
Buddha Lian was hit by a hammer, with a pale face and backed back, desperately holding the pillar to keep herself from falling down, and then her voice changed: “You…you…”
“I hate you, that’s it,” Meng Fuyao walked straight over and slammed her shoulders away: “I’m in a bad mood, I deserve to be unlucky for you, I will tell you something swearing.”
She turned her head and was close to Folian. She smiled with white teeth and whispered to her ear: “Don’t pretend to be B, pretend to be struck by lightning! Don’t pretend to be pure, pretend to be punished! “
With a haha smile, another mouthful of blood came out, Meng Fu shook his mouth, stretched his arms and strode out, saying: “Happy!”
No matter how the lotus shook into the rain, Meng Fu walked out of the temple without looking back, passing through the heavy palace gates, step by step amidst those envious or surprised or jealous or meaningful eyes Walking out of the Shura field where she was bleeding and desperate, the palace doors slowly opened in front of her. The evening sunlight was illuminated like a red brocade carpet by the sunset, and the long corridor stretched out and spread out in front of her. That kind of road finally stepped under her feet, she finally came to this day, she finally got what she wanted, but God gave her a bonus item jokingly, like a surprise popped out of a toy box, and it hit her The most painful part of my heart, the pain made her full of blood.
Leaving the palace, stepping on the horse, she said: “Zhuzhu, you go back first, I want to be alone.”
Ya Lanzhu looked at her worriedly, just about to refuse, suddenly turned sideways and said: “Be careful.”
Meng Fuyao nodded, with a spur, the horse galloped, smashed through the crowd, through the streets and alleys, through the lights of thousands of houses, and drove straight into the wilderness, towards the direction closest to the sky.
Ten miles away from the city gate, there is a small mountain bag, and a bend stream flows past, sparkling in the night.
She got off the horse and looked at it foolishly. In my memory, there was also such a pool of water in her hometown, pure and clear, and she used to fish in it when she was young.
The night breeze is gentle, flying flowers are scattered, this cool night, who will illuminate the way of the lost in the shadow of the candlelight, who will use their body temperature to warm up the cold heart of the lost?
Someone suddenly approached behind him and said softly: “Swing, the brave are not afraid to cry.”
His voice is light and gentle, with the calm and calm mellow and deepness that accumulates in the wind and frost of life, but today’s words still carry the pain of empathy, as if the gentle jade cracked, reflecting more Bright and tender beauty.
Meng Fuyao suddenly turned around.
Throw into the warm arms.