After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

The fingers held in the palm are slender and cold.

They used to hold the sword firmly and hugged him forcefully, but now they can only hang limply, no matter how hard he grips back, they will never give any response.

What's more, I had resolutely let go of these hands back then.

Now such a painful loss of a loved one, the irreparable and painful result is the price that I should have borne a long time ago.

Zhou Changming's body trembled, his eyes were red.

Sad emotions choked in his throat, and his heart ached to the extreme, but no matter how hard he couldn't shed a single tear.

Perhaps the meaning of the existence of such things as tears is that the person in front of you is the person in your heart.

When all this is overwhelmed, even if tears flow into a river and cry down the Great Wall, it will be just a funny clown that makes people laugh.

"Xiao Shu, Xiao Shu..."

He whispered Lin Chushu's name in a whisper.

Scene after scene flashed back uncontrollably.

From a young and immature child, to a handsome and handsome boy, to a cold and noble fairy, that person has always been as bright as a bright moon, rustling like a bamboo pine.

And that person gave him the most, deepest, and most unforgettable love at the limit of what he could do.

A hundred years of obsession, righteousness and deep love, but farewell is hasty and embarrassing.

If it was possible, if everything could be restarted, he would definitely abandon the self who was once ignorant.

Cherish that person, love that person.

Pain him to the bone, and let those lingering anxiety and hesitation disappear.

Tell him loudly that Zhou Changming is only his Zhou Changming, no matter what happens, they can't separate them.

"sorry Sorry……"

The scalding blood overflowed uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, and he used spiritual power to support Huang Yan's blood for a long time, causing burns to his viscera.

But he would not let those people get close to Lin Chushu.

Even if they sacrificed their own lives, they would not hesitate to do so. If they dared to act recklessly, they would step over his corpse first.

The eyelashes fell slowly, and Zhou Changming hugged Lin Chushu's body tightly in his arms.

There was even a faint smile on the corner of the blood-stained mouth.

Outside the firewall, several monks still tried to break in without giving up.

It's just that the high temperature brought by the formation is too terrifying, and they can clearly feel the coming heat wave just by getting closer.

Not to mention rapidly burning clothing and dry skin.

While Zhou Changming prevented them from approaching Lin Chushu, Qiu Shengmiao and Jiang Yuzhuo did not stop their movements.

While no one else was paying attention, they joined up with Che Jingshu who was nearby.

At the same time, Qiu Shengmiao took out a few charms from his bosom and began to recite them in a low voice.

Yin Xiangrong who was on the side watched his movements, and a look of dismay flashed in his eyes.

What he is urging should be some kind of special teleportation formation.

Ordinary teleportation arrays can only cover a short distance, and there are also limitations on the number of people teleported.

And the person to be transferred needs to form a connection through spiritual power in order to go to one place.

But if it is through spells and additional conditions are attached to the achievement of the formation, the situation will be different.

The harsher the conditions for triggering the formation, the less restrictions there will be on teleportation.

Even if there are only the four of them who are relatively close now, it is also feasible to bring Lin Chushu and Zhou Changming who are far away.

"Ah Chu...how did he tell you?" She coughed lightly and said in a hoarse voice.

"...Master has imposed restrictions on the formation with his blood."

Jiang Yuzhuo looked slightly distressed, "If the catastrophe cuts off the blood in his body, the spell he wrote to the elder brother in advance will be activated and assist us in teleporting to the underground palace of the Mo Xun Division."

The implication of the severance of the bloodline is the failure of crossing the tribulation.

Yin Xiangrong smiled wryly and closed his eyes, crystal clear tears slipped down the corners of his eyes.

This complete fool... After all, has he ever thought about himself?

Thinking over and over again, escorting the loved ones to escape from birth, worrying about the safety of the cultivation world, even taking into account their own bodies, just to find a way out for them.

But who in this world is willing to sacrifice everything for him?

Her heart ached, and she couldn't help but choked up a few mouthfuls of blood.

Che Jingshu wiped her with a handkerchief.

The mottled purple-black traces on the plain white silk handkerchief almost put her heart and lungs on the raging fire.

"Master, please, please hold on, don't let the poison spread any further."

She choked up and said something, and bit her lips tightly again.

Yin Xiangrong could not know the consequences of letting the toxin spread, but at this moment, it was not the time for her to relax.

Lin Chushu's stabbing of Yi Jinlan had many doubts.

Although she had placed the Shadow-Returning Orb on Yi Jinlan's body in advance, what it recorded could only be revealed after the spiritual power had circulated for the entire Xiao Zhoutian.

During this process, he couldn't stop the supply of spiritual power at all.

In order to reassure Che Jingshu temporarily, she nodded slightly and pretended to agree, but secretly did not stop the output of spiritual power.

Soon, Qiu Shengmiao also completed the arrangement of the teleportation array.

The misty-colored clothes fluttered in the wind, and his handsome silhouette appeared in the light and shadow. Compared with the previous gentle and elegant, he added a bit of stability and fortitude.

"Teleportation array, get up!"

Following his low shout, a light jade-colored flowing light spider web belonging to the spiritual power of the water system generally spread from under several people.

At the same time, a spiritual light extended from the center and went straight to Zhou Changming and Lin Chushu in the distance.

The gentle spiritual power passed through the wall of fire, wrapping the two tightly cuddled together layer by layer.

The next moment, Qiu Shengmi repeatedly pinched the seal formula in his hand, a bright light flashed in the eyes of others, and the six people disappeared in place out of thin air.

Cen Yuzhou, who had a panoramic view of all this, was instantly out of anger, his eyes darkened, and he almost fainted from anger.

Unexpectedly, he had forced Lin Chushu to such an extent that he could still sneak away from under his nose.

Cut the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze blows and it grows again.

If he can't be driven to death this time, even if the destiny is in his body, he can't be sure that nothing will change.

"There are too many of them, and it is impossible for the teleportation array to send out of Chaoyin Pavilion."

He said coldly, "Immediately send an order that all the disciples of Chaoyinge conduct a carpet search in Moqin Island, and the traitor Lin Chushu is bound to be arrested and brought to justice. If you are alive, you will see people, and if you die, you will see corpses!"

"Then let them..."

Xiahou Kun's hesitant voice came from beside him.

After all, Yin Xiangrong is the person he likes.

Even though she was clearly on Lin Chushu's side, he still didn't want anything to happen to her.

"In the face of big right and wrong, how can you allow personal feelings to make trouble?"

Cen Yuzhou sneered,

"As the head of Xuanji, Yin Xiangrong does not distinguish between right and wrong, and defends the interests of Chaoyin Pavilion traitors. If there is no good reason, what is the difference between Yin Xiangrong and Lin Chushu?"

"Be sure to arrest these six people as soon as possible, and put them in a prison awaiting trial!"

His orders are loud and cannot be questioned.

But Xia Houkun could see hysterical madness on that face that had never been able to distinguish between emotions and anger.

……

Following a flash of bright light, six figures appeared out of thin air in the wide and dark underground palace.

Qiu Shengmiao motioned for Che Jingshu to help Yin Xiangrong sit up, and took out a small porcelain bottle from her bosom.

"Ling Huan Xianzun, this is the elixir that Master gave me in advance."

"His essence and blood are refined into this pill, and after taking it, it can be activated with spiritual power, which can temporarily restrain the poison of the magic heart stone."

Yin Xiangrong was startled, and took the porcelain bottle in his hand.

She clenched the bottle tightly with her fingers, with such force that the veins on the back of her hand burst out.

"Master..."

Che Jingshu couldn't help sighing, she knew that although her master had let go of her century-old admiration for Chief Mo Xing, she still regarded him as a very important friend in her heart.

Now the life and death of that person is unknown, but he still considers her wholeheartedly. This kind of heartache is not difficult for him to imagine.

"Xianzun Lin made the elixir for you in the hope that you will be safe and sound... If you just let your injury worsen, he will be sad if he finds out."

She took the medicine bottle from Yin Xiangrong's hand, poured out the pills, skillfully flipped them into Yin Xiangrong's mouth, and sat cross-legged behind her, using her spiritual power to guide the medicine to absorb.

The latter could hardly speak, his body trembled slightly, and a line of clear tears fell down the corner of his eyes.

Seeing this, Qiu Shengmiao's tense heartstrings relaxed a little.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. After finally calming down the anger and pain in his heart, he came behind Zhou Changming.

"Zhou Changming, you...let me see how Master is doing."

The consumption of a large amount of spiritual power, coupled with the burn of Huang Yanxue, Zhou Changming's current physical condition can be said to be extremely poor.

His eyes were dark, but he refused to let go of the person in his arms:

"No..." He didn't want others to touch him.

"How long are you going to be willful and reckless? Isn't Master being hurt badly enough by you?"

The flames of anger burned his nerves, Qiu Shengmiao's face turned pale, but he still couldn't hold back the evil words that rushed to his lips.

"Master is unwilling to explain many things, just because he trusts you with all his heart and thinks that you can understand him and be considerate of him. Unexpectedly, you are blindly indulging in your own emotions and don't think at all. What is the truth of the truth? How was it."

"He can't tell you personally, so I will do it. The test participant named Ye Qingyi who was killed by the master that day has already been infected by the magic heart stone. The reason why you can't notice it is just because His cultivation has a deep foundation, and the poison spreads extremely slowly."

"But you just used this incident as a reason to condemn Master, and even made up your mind to leave Master..."

Qiu Shengmiao's tone gradually turned into tears, "Ask yourself, are you worthy of him waiting for you for a hundred years, even if you die, and don't want you to be hurt in the slightest?"

Every word and sentence turned into the sharpest blade, stabbing Zhou Changming's heart full of holes.

Naturally, he was sorry for Lin Chushu... Maybe he owed that person, and he couldn't repay it in his whole life.

The hand that hugged Lin Chushu's waist was loosened, and Jiang Yuzhuo pulled him away by the arm.

The whole person is like a rag doll that has lost its soul. It looks complete on the surface, but it is already fragmented inside.

Zhou Changming's ashen-hearted appearance fell into Qiu Shengmiao's eyes, which also made him feel sour.

It is impossible to just let go of the warmth of the past relationship, but the man's indifference and harm to Lin Chushu are real.

He can't turn a blind eye, and he can't forgive easily.

Fingers probed from the end of Lin Chushu's nose and neck all the way to the wrist veins, Qiu Shengmiao's heart kept falling.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the person in front of him showed no signs of survival, and even his meridians were torn apart by the force of Heavenly Tribulation, and it was impossible to restore them.

Could it be that the previous confessions were just lies to comfort him?

The author has something to say: Hey hey I'm coming!

Why don't you chase after it? It's because the crematorium is not fragrant. TUT