[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

, using a clever trick to borrow strength, the breath in the mouth was not chaotic, and he finished the second half of the sentence calmly, and was afraid that they would accidentally hurt Ao Cunxin who was stunned, so he floated out of the attack range of the second round extremely quickly. Then a few other fierce monks surrounded him, calmly surrounded Feng Yunyao from the corner of his eye - if he was just wounded here, this so-called wedding would really be a complete mess The farce is completely different from her purpose, so she must try her best to create the effect of Yang Jian "voluntarily doing it", even though this ideal itself is very nonsense.

Feng Yunyao had expected that Yang Jian was definitely not an easy-going lamp, and would not be at her mercy.She imagined that Yang Jian might not cooperate life and death, might insult the Black Lotus Sect in public, and even fantasized about the bloody plot of suicide and martyrdom, but she didn't expect Yang Jian to hold Ao Cunxin's hand tightly to declare his sincerity to the world, let A little girl who didn't come out of the cabinet was blushing when she heard it.

However, it was only for a moment that her face was red and her ears were hot. Feng Yunyao immediately thought of her situation, and the blood on her face turned green immediately, and she couldn't tell whether it was disgust or jealousy.She waved her hand absentmindedly, signaling the yellow-clothed monks surrounding Yang Jian to back down, while she ignored the previous matters with a tired face, and went out through the small door at the back of the hall.

From Foguang Terrace to Leiyin Temple, and then to the stone room of the Chan Temple where Yang Jian was imprisoned, Yang Jian and Ao Cunxin walked for half an hour as if they were forced to walk the market.

Before dawn, everything that happened in this special evening will be spread all over the heavens with embellishments. If there is no intervention, the marriage will be distorted beyond recognition by various rumors in at most two days.Judicial God married the witch of the Black Lotus Sect when the new Tiantiao was promulgated, and together with the previous murder of his sister-in-law with Ao Cunxin as the main character, it basically made up two volumes of "Couple's Wonderful Operation Supplements". The spectators can only sigh with emotion, "It's not a family, don't enter a family."

Jing Li followed Ying Yao and escorted Yang Jian and Ao Cun Xin back to the stone room, and said to Ying Yao who was guarding the door: "Ying Yao envoy also intends to eavesdrop?"

Ying Yao snorted coldly: "I was just ordered to guard, what did what the two of them say have anything to do with me?"

"What I want to hear next is not sitting and chatting." Jingli said slowly and meaningfully.

"Presumptuous! In a place of pure cultivation, how can we allow you and me to speak foul words here!"

Jingli was not angry, "I didn't mean to listen, it's just that it's so loud here, what kind of sound can be hidden?"

Ying Yao's complexion changed, and he walked out with a flick of his sleeves, "Listen to yourself, don't get involved with others."

"Got it." Jingli replied with a smile, her eyes seemed to say "Let's go or not".

The square hole on the stone door was half removed, and a man's hand with well-knit joints stretched in, with a jet-black pill sandwiched between his slender fingers.

Yang Jianfang lowered his body, and suddenly heard the person outside the door uncontrollably cough twice, quickly took the pill, and pressed the person's pulse door.The people outside the door hurriedly pulled their hands back, and in their panic, they couldn't beat Yang Jian, who had been conferred the primordial spirit.

"You've been hurt for a long time." Yang Jian let go of his hand—a martial arts practitioner may not have specialized in medical skills, but he can probably interpret the pulse condition a little bit.

"It's okay." Jing Li's distinctive low voice came from outside the door.

Yang Jian didn't want to repeat nasty words such as "take care of yourself", but when he heard that the other party seemed to be indifferent, he frowned and persuaded in a low voice: "If you don't take care of yourself, your life may be in danger."

"Cough... that just now is the antidote, with Zhenjun's skill, you can recover [-]% to [-]% of your mana in less than an hour. I think what Feng means is that Wutian will leave the gate before dark tomorrow, and I don't know if it will happen again after dawn." What, you only have one night, so hurry up, please."

"Do you know where the Lotus Lantern is?"

"I don't know, it's possible that Wutian took him into retreat."

Yang Jian said "Yes", thanked him, looked at the small pill carefully, put it under his nose and sniffed it attentively, and confirmed that there was nothing unusual, then swallowed it with his head up, and felt a warm feeling slowly coming from his body after a while. Spreading, the familiar thick strength is slowly and orderly recovering.

Until this moment, Yang Jian's heart that had been tense was only slightly relaxed, and all kinds of complicated feelings besides guarding began to revive, and traces of deep and vivid emotions swayed and floated up.

He came to the side of the couch and sat down next to Ao Cunxin, who was alone in a daze, and habitually raised his hand to smooth the strand of black hair blown down by the wind on her temples, "You have suffered."

Ao Cunxin didn't respond at all, as if he was sinking in another world.

Yang Jian was a little confused, not sure whether Ao Cunxin accepted what happened just now from the bottom of his heart, or maybe he just regarded this unexplainable wedding as a humiliation imposed by the enemy.

"I have tortured you for more than 600 years, and from now on, you can get all your revenge." He confirmed cautiously and implicitly.

Qian Tong finally felt a little turbulent, and her pale lips moved, "You remember what I said in anger for more than 300 years?"

Hearing Ao Cunxin's response, Yang Jian was pleasantly surprised with a gentle smile on his face, but when he belatedly understood the literal meaning of that sentence, the smile froze instantly.

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"Yang Jian, you have tortured me for more than 600 years!"

...tortured for more than 600 years...

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How can I forget the cry that exploded with the rolling thunder?

He turned his face away slightly, as if he didn't want to talk deeply, but his lips and teeth rarely blocked what he shouldn't have said: "It's not that I want to remember, it's because it's stuck in my heart, and it won't be pulled out for 300 years."

Ao Cunxin's expression was consistent indifference, as indifferent as a bluestone road after rain, allowing pedestrians to come and go, and moonlight shining or hiding.Her frozen body finally moved, bent slightly, and pulled out an unremarkable dagger from the side of her boots, "Then you stab me in the heart too, and we'll be even."

Without giving Yang Jian time to recover from her speechlessness, the ferocity that had been restrained flashed in her eyes, and the tip of Sen Han's blade had already stabbed fiercely at the position of her heart.

Yang Jian only felt his heart twitch suddenly, and in just a short moment, countless thoughts shot out in his mind.

Countless thoughts, all attributed to the whiteness of the blade swaying across the field of vision.

In the blink of an eye, he tried his best to hold the white blade in his hand and turned the tip of the knife downwards. Fortunately, Ao Cunxin's hand was as fast as light, and his tyrannical magic power was not used in time, which allowed Yang Jian to save the tragedy with the power of an ordinary martial artist room for.However, the more fundamental luck is that maybe Feng Yunyao was worried that Ao Cunxin would turn back to Yang Jian's side from under the control of Hei Lian, or maybe this dagger was originally taken by Ao Cunxin from nowhere, and the sharp blade was only visible A mortal can't hurt a cultivator, let alone a god.

"Ao Cunxin!" Yang Jian panted anxiously with lingering fear in his heart, and grabbed the dagger that had no appearance and threw it on the ground.

Amber-like pupils were still in a trance, and Ao Cunxin could barely react, being crushed under him.

His breath is like the clear and warm silk rain in Sichuan, and also like the soft and dry moon in the sky, entangled with hysterical grief and complaints, engulfing her like a storm, with fierce fierceness and hidden tenderness Pamper.

After a long time, Yang Jian punched heavily on the futon-shaped round couch, met Ao Cunxin's eyes, and calmed down his irritable breathing.

She is his destiny, his calamity, his emotions and desires, and his infatuation.

"I'll get it back."

He closed his eyes, leaned down, and kissed her on the forehead like a dragonfly in water, pressed her wrists with both hands, and clenched the veins with his fingertips, and the zhenqi he had just condensed traveled from the dantian to all the limbs.

"Recover the smile in the sea breeze that I saw a long, long time ago when I saw the sun again through the light gauze curtain."

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"Marrying me violates the rules of heaven. Do you think your father has the courage to agree? If I go to propose marriage, it will only hurt them."

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"I snatched you from Xihai, and the Heavenly Court will no longer embarrass Xihai."

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Who is talking?Ao Cunxin thought blankly in the dark and charred ruins.

despair--

Circles of ripples spread out on the vertical plane in front of me, returning to calmness, illuminating a distant figure at the end of the bloody red flower road, I don’t know if it is walking towards me or moving away from me, looking at it in the slightly wrinkled waves Not real.

Ao Cunxin was startled, and instinctively wanted to escape in the bloody sea of ​​flowers, but his hands and feet were firmly nailed in place. Looking down, he remembered that he had been locked up here for a long time.Black smoke embedded in her limbs, binding her in endless ruins, without sound, light, or people—at least it seemed to be like this until the sound of dripping water was heard.

Around the figure, other passers-by began to appear one after another, and soon buried that figure in the sea of ​​people—among thousands of people, she lost him with her eyes.

Looking at the bustling sea of ​​people in the distance, and a silhouette lost in the sea of ​​people, she felt sad for a while.

"you are here."

who is talking?

"Close your eyes and don't look at me, I'm covered in blood."

The ripples began to rippling again and calmed down again, the figure reappeared from the sea of ​​people that had dispersed like the ebb tide, tall and proud, weathered through wind and frost, plain white clothes stained with red blood, as if just crawled out of Shura hell.

"do not look at me."

Ao Cunxin didn't listen, she still watched, and saw the approaching face gradually become clear.It was an extremely old face, only a pair of black jade-like pupils were shining brightly, and the silver hair hanging down the shoulders was slightly