"Hmph...haha..." A woman's cold laughter came, which came from Wushuang's throat.'txt full episode download

It completely awakened, and the five elements of Wushuang's four fiery fire could no longer suppress it.

"Qingfu? Qingfu?" The woman's voice echoed between the valleys. She was calling Qingdi, who was once her younger brother, but Qingfu betrayed her because of her.

"Qingfu? Qingfu?" the woman called. In a sense, if the legend was true, the four emperors belonged to the child created by Nuwa, and Qingdi was the youngest younger brother. If the siblings could meet again in the 20th century, I don't know how the younger brother would face his sister.

The bride-welcoming teams in the valley all turned their heads to look here. On the mountain, there was ice mist, and Wushuang's body emitted endless energy, and the cold aura almost swallowed the entire valley. The blue colored butterfly wanted to save Wushuang, but the blood spirit of Baidi was too powerful. Even if Wushuang was reincarnated, he was just an ordinary fetus. How could he compete with the power of the four ancient emperors? She would completely swallow Wushuang's soul.

"Mr. Hurry up! You can't let her control it!" Lan Caidie's body was extremely weak, and the cold air burst out from Wushuang's body made her unable to get close to him. Even Xiaobai was frightened by his master's current condition. It stared at a pair of small mung bean eyes, and frost formed on the smooth hair all over his body. He jumped and flew behind Lan Caidie, watching the strange master alertly at a loss.

Lan Caidie hugged Xiaobai, and it was neither going forward nor retreat. She was just a popular girl. How could she go against the ancient god emperor? She leaned against a big tree and tried her best to avoid the endless wind and cold, waiting for a miracle to happen. Popular

"Qingfu? It's been thousands of years, I've been sleeping for thousands of years! Are you doing well? Have you ever thought about how my sister got through these thousands of years?" Antumei's resentful voice resounded throughout the valley, and every word she said was like countless sharp ice blades passing through the sky.

The wedding party turned around and looked at him (her). For some reason, maybe the Qing Emperor felt his sister's strength and he did not resist. Of course, maybe even he resisted was futile. The plants and trees in the mountains were frozen by the cold air, and even a trace of green buds could not grow. The raging fires on both sides of the valley were extinguished by the cold air. This place has become a frosty world, like the second Siberia, the cold weather, the snow and heavy snow swept over with the northwest wind, and it hit people's faces as painful as a knife.

Qingfu was speechless. He never dreamed that in thousands of years, an ordinary man who could not be more ordinary would have obtained his sister Antumei's blood soul, and would perfectly merge with his body. What is the blood soul? The blood soul is the source of Antumei's power, and it is the energy that can restrain the birth of all things.

"Qingfu, why? Why? Tell me!" Antumei's voice was resentful and soft, like cold ice and beautiful girl.

The man with a tall horse at the front of the wedding party turned over and looked back at Wushuang, his eyes filled with indescribable feelings. Thousands of years have passed, maybe he is still recalling who this voice belongs to, maybe he has already remembered the grudges and hatreds that were thousands of years ago.

But in the end, he chose to remain silent because he was speechless.

He raised his arms high, and his thick and powerful forearms gradually turned into emerald green. Then the five fingers became extremely slender. The fingers were growing and rooted, and finally turned into the roots of an old tree. He inserted his fingers into the soil under his feet and immediately merged with the soil. Gradually, he stopped moving, his body became stiff, and countless branches grew in his hair. Green buds grew on the branches, and green buds turned green leaves. The leaves became bigger, wider, green, yellow... Finally withered.

Seeing this scene, the wedding team seemed to have received some hint and lifted the sedan chair and wanted to leave immediately.

Antumei would never let him go again, he (she) walked down the valley quickly. But strangely, the charming ancient costume girls in the wedding party disappeared out of thin air. In just the blink of an eye, it was really like magic.

Lan Caidie rubbed her eyes and looked at it again. The scene just now happened. She didn't dream because the sedan chair was still there and was not carried away by the wedding team.

Wushuang walked into the valley step by step, and he moved his feet, or he formed a layer of ice under his feet every step he took, and he was sliding on the ice. But his walking speed was slower and slower, and finally stopped in front of the withered old tree formed by Qingfu's body.

The old tree seemed to have been weathered, and the tree god was dry and had no moisture at all.

He (she) stood quietly in front of the old tree, looking at it with some undetected feelings in his eyes.

"Mr. Master? Are you okay? Don't scare me, are you okay to say something? Let me make some noise!" Lan Caidie cried in fear, and the tears she shed were instantly frozen by the low temperature.

Suddenly, Wushuang lost his center of gravity without any warning and fell straight backwards. He fell in front of the dead old tree without moving. From the perspective of the Blue Color Butterfly, his chest did not even have a heartbeat floating, just like a dead person, with his eyes closed.

"Mr.?" Lan Caidie didn't care about that much and shouted and ran over with her tired body.

Perhaps the energy in the blood soul was taken back into the body by Wushuang, the temperature in the mountains gradually increased, the ice and snow on the head began to melt, and the ice and snow on both sides of the valley turned into clear water and gathered together and flowed down slowly. The scene was like the spring flowers in the northeast.

Lan Caidian pushed Wushuang, and Wushuang's body was cold. It is no exaggeration to say that he was far colder than the dead body in the morgue at this moment.

"Mr. Master? Master? Open your eyes and see if I'm fine? 5555... Wake up! We don't want anything anymore. Let's go back! We don't want gold anymore, and we don't care about red roaring anymore. Let's go home! Go home! Get up? Get up?" Lan Caidie picked up Wushuang and cried desperately, but his body was still stiff and motionless.

"What to do? What to do? Xiaobai, tell me quickly, how can we save Xiaoye? He is going to die, he is really going to die this time!" Lan Caidie was panicked. He was not Hua Tuo. Seeing his beloved lying in his arms and his pulse had disappeared, she had no choice but to do anything.

Just as the Blue Color Butterfly had no choice but to go with him, the moon above her head showed her head from the dark clouds, and then a shrill cry resounded throughout the valley. The scream was loud and sharp, like a sharp knife that penetrated all the haze that blocked it.
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