The two quietly said something after parting, and returned to silence, but the two looked at each other, silently enjoying each other's feelings.

Silence is better than sound, and at this time.

Girls are born to like dreaming and romantic things.

How many girls have thought: In times of danger, the imagined man comes and takes action to solve all the troubles. He is majestic and attention is paid to everyone. In the end, the two of them only left. What a happy and moving ending.

In the east, the Supreme Treasure stepped on the colorful clouds and turned around and married Fairy Zixia.

In the West, the prince charming went to save the sleeping princess guarded by the evil dragon.

In ancient times, all Yang Xueyi could think of was that when his enemy, Monk Yuanzhen, had a firm arm behind him that could be relied upon.

Gao Qiang could have been this arm, and he had done it before. Although he was only ten years old and young at that time, his arm did not provide Yang Xueyi with a safe haven. It was the most important thing for her - confidence, but everything was silently transforming.

Yang Xueyi once heard Gao Qiang tell too many stories. Hearing Gao Qiang telling the stories of Guo Jing and Huang Rong, and the story of her ancestor Yang Guoyu Xiaolongnu. Their stories are brilliant and full of incredible legends. Yang Xueyi occasionally wonders, will she have the same experience as her ancestors?

At that time, Xiaolongnu was attacked by the Mongolian warrior Quanzhen Taoist priest. However, Yang Guo appeared in a critical moment, and Xiaolongnu was distracted and suffered a fatal blow.

Although Yang Guo broke his arm, he was so handsome that Yang Guo, who was dragging his broken body, with a puffed sleeve, and a heavy black iron sword tied with a hemp rope behind him. With a stretch of his sword, he pressed Nemo Star to the ground.

The second sword, Xiao Xiangzi's famous mourning stick was immediately broken.

The third sword, the golden dragon whip inlaid with Yin Kexi's gold and silver gems, became a broken whip.

The fourth sword was directly facing the Golden Wheel Dharma King. Xiaolongnu leaned happily in his arms. He was disturbed by the Golden Wheel Dharma King when he was unwilling to be with his lover. A weak and powerless silver needle was stabbed over. The Golden Wheel Dharma King vomited blood and fell down. Yang Guo waved his heavy sword. The Golden Wheel immediately made a decision!

The fifth sword - This sword is for love.

This is a sword of deviantness, at the foot of Wang Chongyang's portrait. In front of Sun Buer, outside the hall, the disciples of Quanzhen Sect were surrounded by the clan, Yang Yuyu Xiaolongnu became a couple... This is probably the most romantic thing in the world.

Gao Qiang spoke very carefully, and Yang Xueyi listened very carefully. This year she is not young. When Gao Qiang entered the ancient tomb, she was sixteen years old, and now Gao Qiang is eighteen years old. Eight years have passed, Yang Xueyi is twenty-four years old. When Gao Qiang is here, she didn't want to avoid this problem, but signs appear faintly. When Gao Qiang proposed to leave, she was extremely sad. At the same time, she decided to cut the mess quickly and simply cut off a little concern in her heart. However, after Gao Qiang was really driven away by her cruelly, she felt empty and uncomfortable. She questioned herself countless nights in her heart, was the right choice?

Sometimes she would also think insanely: Qingfeng would come back because he left a big and hot word on the stone door of the ancient tomb, straightforward but not implicit. That night, Yang Xueyi left the stone door and stood there blankly. A man's face was blue and blood red, and then hid in the ancient tomb as if he ran away. C. The next day, she took a sword and cut the stone slab down. After thinking about it, she still arrived at a secret room in the ancient tomb.

A month later, she was tortured and found the stone slab again. This time she shattered the stone slab with her sword and threw it into the stream.

Who knew that she broke the tangible stone slab, but her heart was like that stone slab, and was deeply engraved by those hot and straight words.

This time, Monk Yuanzhen came with great force and was fully prepared. In order to deal with the endless mechanisms of the ancient tombs, he even brought in a large number of disciples. To put it bluntly, he was a team member who died. With his accumulated power, who dared not to move forward?

He broke through all Yang Xueyi's arrangements with his life, and then fought with him with his profound martial arts. Yang Xueyi's kung fu progress cannot be considered slow, but she has only been practicing martial arts for more than 20 years. Even if the Nine Yin Scriptures are first-class magical skills, how high can she have?

At this moment, her internal strength is weaker than that of high strength, but her tricks are better than that of him.

Yang Xueyi struggled to support her, but she was thankful that Yuanzhen did not kill her and tried to get the secret, otherwise Yang Xueyi would have been killed long ago.

It is obvious that no matter how hard she struggled, she could not escape the fate of defeat. At the moment of defeat, she was relieved. Her idea was very simple. Since her grandmother was destined, she could not reveal the secret book to Yuanzhen. Although she was weak, the Yang family had managed the ancient tomb for many years, so she naturally had the most secret and stable way to pull Yuanzhen to bury her with her.

At that time, almost the romantic thing that was imagined happened. Her breeze did fall from the sky and appeared behind her, blocking her deathbed for her, and gently hugging her and running away.

And that little scoundrel, Yang Xueyi, was even ashamed to think about it, and even said a few words and kissed the corner of her mouth.

Originally, Yang Xueyi was used to being an older sister in front of Gao Qiang, and she always cared about him. Although she was gentle and listened to Gao Qiang in everything, in her heart, she always thought that Gao Qiang was a little brother and a villain who needed care and care.

So, when she saw Gao Qiang suddenly appear, she was happy and wanted to go crazy. Because of excitement, her blood accelerated, but it added to her three-point injury. However, for some reason, when she opened her mouth, her full words only turned into the two words "brother".

Then, I saw Gao Qiang crying, like the day many years ago, in the ancient tomb and under Yuanzhen's forced pursuit, Yang Xueyi thought that at that time, in the secret room, Gao Qiang was also crying so much, crying sadly and sincerely. For some reason, she strangely expressed her sentimentality: "The tears are bitter."

Gao Qiang suddenly and firmly kissed the corner of her mouth, licking the blood she coughed out. But he smiled and said, "This blood is sweet."

Suddenly, Yang Xueyi felt dizzy and everything in the world turned around. She created all the confusion and grievances, loneliness and helplessness in her heart. After Gao Qiang saved her, she kissed her gently and collapsed when she collapsed.

On the contrary, she did not feel pain and confusion, but just happiness that surged like a tide. She saved her years of confusion and anxiety, and felt a sensation in her whole body. All the pores in her whole body were excited and happy to explode.

On the contrary, whether to die or live or not is nothing to do with the great enemy, Monk Yuanzhen.

Yang Xueyi knew that no matter what, she would have been deeply imprinted by this boy - or this man, and it was indelible.

When the two of them leaned quietly together, the relationship seemed to be silently determined in silence. There was no need for words, no action, and just a look to make the other party understand.

After a while, Gao Qiang slowly raised his body, and then stubbornly put Yang Xueyi in his arms. Her face was red. Her eyes were half open and half closed, and her long eyelashes were trembling violently, but she did not struggle. She lay gentlely in Gao Qiang's arms, Gao Qiang's head slowly drooped. His long black hair dissipated at this time and gradually fell down, covering Yang Xueyi's face, first covering Ru Dai's beautiful eyebrows, then covering her two hazy eyes, and then covering her nose and two rosy pieces until her smooth and white neck. The long black hair of Gao Qiang completely covered Yang Xueyi's beautiful ground that was not as beautiful as the world.

Outside the hair is an ancient tomb made of blue-gray stone.

Behind the hair, there is a world of flesh and blood.

It was a mysterious world, it was a world that belonged only to the two of them. Gao Qiang and Yang Xueyi were the masters there, and they could enjoy and relax there without fear of anyone's interference. The two were entangled together to the fullest, feeling the beating of each other's soul.

The soul beating was too intense, and the two people were seriously injured and too weak.

In just a moment, the breasts of both of them rose and fell violently. With a gentle sound, the two separated. Gao Qiang shook his long hair and his face was full of smugness. Yang Xueyi closed her eyes, and her beautiful eyelashes were still trembling, even more intense than before.

The white jade-like face and the beautiful long neck as swan have been dyed with a layer of attractive rouge red.

And her lips were slightly opened, and the rosy lips were wet.

Gao Qiang took a few deep breaths in the air, a strange smile appeared on his face, his head sagged, and his long black hair once again covered Yang Xueyi's face.

The long black hair trembled slightly again.

This time it took longer, and the black hair woven with hair clearly reflected the blue-gray ancient tomb.

Suddenly, a candle crackled in the corner of the wall! A spark burst out.

So, the entire ancient tomb seemed to come alive, twisting and jumping on the black hair, and was full of vitality... "Master, how are you?" Chen Youliang stood aside with his hands and feet shrank, holding a tray in his hand, with bottles of all sizes on it. There was a pungent smell of medicine and some sweet honey from the bottle. "It's okay." Yuanzhen said this lightly, with a calm expression.

But judging from his appearance, he can't be connected well.

My head is still bare, but the shiny and shiny head now reflects a dull gray light. My mighty and handsome face has now all my muscles have loosened, my eyes are red and swollen, my mouth is full of dry skin, and I have cracked a few people. My eyebrows and beards are silver-white in the past, but now they have turned gray and white, losing their luster and agility.

He only had one left arm left. At this moment, coupled with his aging and decadent appearance, it is hard to imagine that this was the famous Hunyuan Pili Hand Cheng Kun, a figure who had changed color at that time, and now he has reached this point.

His red monk robe was broken when he blocked the ox-haired needles fired by the syringes, so he was wearing only the white midsummer, covered with fine holes. These fine holes were so small that they should not have been seen by the naked eye.

But Chen Youliang saw it very clearly, and the reason was very simple. There were large black marks spreading around these fine holes.
Chapter completed!