"No!" Azhi, who had just rushed out of the bush with his scalp, was in a mess, but he didn't care at all. He watched the rising black fog suddenly shrink wildly, attracting each other to form a black dragon that looked like a solid, and kept roaring in the air. The black dragon surrounded him several times, opened his hideous mouth, and swallowed Jing Yuxiang, who was sitting on the altar, into the dragon's belly. He twisted and went straight to the sky, without a trace, leaving only the altar full of ancient and mysterious colors, emitting a faint light, gradually dimming, as if telling a story.

That gentle and peaceful smile, the sincere emotions of the heart, are reflected in Azhi's eyes without being moved by external objects.

At first glance, Azhi didn't need to look at her second, and she had long believed in her heart that she was Jing Yuxiang! That kind of delicate attachment, that fragile look back, that helpless compromise, and that unwillingness to penetrate into the bone marrow all appeared in her last curved curve, engraved in Azhi's mind, sinking deeper and deeper. At the last moment of her life, she seemed to completely fade away the false mask covered on her face, revealing the real and vivid side. A breeze blew, blowing away the lingering black fog, and a thin layer of yellow sand was spread on the altar, like a ruined building that had not been used for a long time, quietly staying there. Azhi's face was lonely, and the deer that was protruding her head and thinking about it as an ancient tree, around...

In Azhi's mind, the curtains of memories were blown by the wind...

It was a season of blooming. The salty wind gently blew on her waterfall-like black hair, waving a continuous stream of longing.

I have fantasy, paper, and you.

There will be no flowers blooming tomorrow, I will only leave memories and memories.

You smiled and said, "The scenery here is unique."

But, I know that you are the most beautiful figure in this world.

The most beautiful figure, the most beautiful soul to listen.

My green onions are covered with the color of love, and there is a separation between two people in my tears.

I would like to write hope in the wind, gently without a trace.

I just want to become a quiet little fat bear, sitting on the hillside and watching you from afar.

Let you eat fresh fruits, listen to fresh gentle wind, fresh people's hearts and fresh air.

You left like this!

But I still have an infinite yesterday, an infinite memory, an infinite longing, and an infinite tomorrow.

Can we meet again and when will you return?

Time is a period of waiting and connection, and life is a sentence of words and a sentence of looking away from each other!

From the Han Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, I met you. The sun and the moon are shining brightly, and the sun and the sun are all over the morning and evening! From the Tang Dynasty to the Song Dynasty, I met you, and I came and left as soon as I waved!

Raise your glass to invite the bright moon! I meet you! The shadow becomes three people! I meet you!

You look at the sorrow of spring, and I sing to drink and sing! I am looking for you in the maze of time!

Seeing the smile of looking back, I feel this hatred forever.

They meet, they laugh, they part, they cry.

Our story is different from them, our encounter fell in love with their encounter.

There is a word here called missing, and there is a kind of sentiment here called beauty.

It was a long and quiet alley.

I also encountered a girl like a lily and breathed like a lily.

I also want to see you surprised when you look back and see me.

I also want to see your incredible surprise,

I want to see your joy,

I also want to see your big blinking eyes,

I also want to see you walking in the golden Sicily,

I also want to see your steps along the way,

I also want to see your shaking smile,

I also want to see you and me looking at the vast ocean,

I also want to see you parse the long password,

I also want to see you weave the days on the clouds,

I also want to see you holding a heavy camera.

I also want to see the wheelchair on your film.

I want to see the secrets you wrote,

I also want to see you chatting and laughing freely.

I want to see you record the sweetness,

I also want to face the sea with you and express my sorrow in my heart.

I'm waiting, on the rugged path,

Someone will meet again,

One is me and the other is you.

He gently took out a roll of wet rolls of paper that he could not see clearly from his arms, and did not open it. He just held it in his palm, like the most devout believer, and recited this poem that had been prepared for seven years in his mouth!

Some people say that the marriage between husband and wife has been itchy for seven years, but after seven years, Azhi finally understood what he wanted! What he wanted was the throbbing of youth, and Shizuki was by his side. Although she didn't know why her personality changed, Azhi knew very clearly that all this was for a reason, and a large part of this reason was attributed to the Tokugawa family!

Despite the extreme resentment, Azhi did not lose his mind and planned to kill. His deep eyes looked at the sky, and his confusion and hesitation filled his eyes with his flickering eyes. A minute later, Azhi seemed to understand something, and the uncertainty in his eyes faded away quickly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Quick Dragon, let's go! Chase!" At this time, it had been five minutes since Jing Yuxiang was kidnapped by the black dragon. The fast dragon quickly flapped its wings, and its body turned, and a whirlwind suddenly blew on the ground. When sweeping over Azhi, a huge force that was invincible swept up Azhi on the ground, flapped the withered gray-yellow branches and leaves, turned into a yellow tornado, turned into a flowing light, dragging a long tail, and galloped towards the direction where the black dragon left. As for the speed, it was twice as fast as the black dragon!

In the black dragon's belly, Jing Yuxiang folded her hands together and sat cross-legged in the howling wind, with a calm face without any emotional fluctuations. Suddenly, a figure flashed in her mind, Jing Yuxiang flashed with a hint of panic, and a sharp sword wind flashed by. A gap about three inches long appeared on her face in a flash. The red blood oozed out of the wound, soaking half of her face.

A bitter smile appeared on his face. Jing Yuxiang spread her palms and stood up in the turbulent and shaking dragon's abdomen, without any concern about the rapidly increasing wounds on her face. There were already hundreds of wounds of different sizes on her fair face. At first glance, her face, which was originally as beautiful as a fairy, seemed to have been cut with countless bloody eggs, which were terrifying and terrifying. Drops of blood flowed down her cheeks, touching the black fog, making a sharp sound of "sniffing", as if water was entering a oil pan, steaming out a wave of air. The speed of the black dragon's flight suddenly stopped, and it kept rolling in the air, as if it was suffering a great pain.

"Uh" a muffled sound, "Bang~" sounded like a big hole was broken by the balloon. The black mist under Jingyuxiang's feet was poured by blood. Her body suddenly fell and escaped from the black dragon's shackles. However, she didn't seem to notice that the black mist was melting and sucking her blood frantically.

There was no elf ball on Jingyuxiang's waist, and a series of blood turned into continuous blood lines in the air, outlining blood-colored patterns.
Chapter completed!