Will the curse be fake? No one has suspected it for thousands of years, and even the Elf King was stunned when he heard Zhilou's words. He could not be sure whether what he had passed down from his ancestors was true or false.
"I'm leaving."
Feng Zhilou placed the antidote in the ring space and walked out of the Elf Palace with great strides. The Elf King called her behind.
"Can you pass through the sea of blood and the fountain? Don't forget, you are human."
This sentence reminded Zhilou. She stopped and turned to look at the Elf King.
"I don't have this ability, can you help me?"
"Hold this, this is a pill made of red shore flower and crystal flower. Wear it on your body and can help you return to where you came."
The Elf King flew over and placed the pills in Zhilou's palm.
"Thank you."
Feng Zhilou is very grateful to the Elf King for his kindness. If she hadn't been this, she might have really been unable to go back.
"Don't thank me, you deserve you. You helped our elf tribe, but I firmly believe that spells exist. Feng Zhilou, you have protected your children well." After the elf king said, he took the elfs with them.
After flying into the Elf Palace, they are going to reorganize their homes and start a new life.
Feng Zhilou stood there, looking at the pills in his hand, thinking about the words of the Elf King, and feeling a little nervous.
"I will protect them."
Zhilou said lightly, turned around and walked out of the elf tribe, returned to the small boat, passed the sea of blood, and arrived at the Huangquan. She stood on the land again, looking back at the small boat wandering on the Huangquan, Zhiquan.
Lou couldn't help but sigh.
I really hope that Yin Yao is still standing on the boat, wearing red clothes to stick to her beliefs, and Zhilou felt a hint of apologizing for this woman who was crazy about love. If it weren't for her arrival, Yin Yao might have been waiting forever.
.
Turning around, Feng Zhilou jumped up and shot straight into the sky. The crack was still there, full of the aura of cause and death.
After she jumped up, her body was pulled by a force, rising along the crack. The bloody breath gradually faded away, and a gray sky appeared in her sight. Although it was just a narrow one, Zhilou saw it.
It's reached hope.
She was back and in just a moment she could stand on that floating island.
The moment her body rushed out of the ground, the cracks under her feet merged silently, and it seemed that they had never cracked before, Zhilou returned to the floating island of the swamp.
Looking at the ground without any gaps under her feet, Feng Zhilou couldn't believe that she was back like that.
He raised his eyes happily. Zhilou wanted to find the Xiebian, but saw a scene that shocked and painful.
Is it him?
He has been waiting here...
A man stood beside the beast. The wind blew his silver clothes, the silver thread was covered with dust, and the original luster had lost. He lowered his head, and the male and female Xuanyuan Sword supported his body.
A force prevented him from falling down, but he still supported himself to stand.
When she saw his hair clearly, she burst into tears. The once thick black silk turned into a thin white, flying one by one with the wind, like white snow.
"Sorrow!"
Feng Zhilou shouted heart-wrenchingly, as if his body had been penetrated by an electric current, weak and weak, almost falling down.
Why was he here? She had been away for nearly a month, and was he standing here for a month? It was undoubtedly true. Chu Moshang's feet were already deeply trapped in the soil, and the mottled colors polluted his brocade
The robe of the robe.
Zhilou wiped tears hard on the back of his hand and shouted out again.
"Sheng, it's me, I'll be back!"
With this second call, the fingers supporting the two swords moved. He slowly raised his head and looked at Feng Zhilou with dim eyes. His face was yellow, his eye sockets collapsed, and his lips were lewd.
Dry and cracked and colorless.
"Zhilou..."
Chu Moshang's body shook, and the two swords supported in his hand fell down, and his body was tilted like a collapsed mountain.
Feng Zhilou rushed over quickly and lifted Chu Moshang up tightly. He was very heavy, and his tall body almost crushed her.
"Shang, you shouldn't come here. Wouldn't I let you wait for me?"
Zhilou was sobbing, her throat was hoarse because she saw Chu Moshang's appearance. She carefully touched Shang's white hair, and her heart was so painful that it almost broke. She didn't know what to do to make him
Return to its original appearance.
"What's wrong with your hair? Shang?" Zhilou started crying.
"What's wrong?"
Chu Moshang has been standing here, without realizing the sadness that made his hair white. He gently pulled a strand of his hair, looked at the snow-white color, and looked at the bleak expression on his face.
"I have always thought that anything can be under my control. I didn't expect that you really worried me once."
"Sorry, Sorry..."
Hearing this, Zhilou felt even more uncomfortable. Perhaps for Shanglai, Zhilou was far more important than the antidote, but for her, the antidote was more precious than her life.
Shang's voice was no longer as loud as before. He spoke very hard, as if he had become much older, but he was still persisting, and his big hand grabbed Zhilou's hand tightly, and refused to let go.
"I'll catch you, the disobedient girl, and go home." He coughed, and a relieved smile appeared on his face. It can be seen from the blue color of his cheeks that the toxicity of the golden toad in his body had begun.
Spread.
"I will be obedient next time, I will be obedient... I won't make you anxious."
Feng Zhilou nodded. She was really unobedient this time, which made him anxiously turn black hair white.
Shang's big hand crossed Zhilou's cheek, looked at her steadily, rubbing her fingers hard on her face, and at this time he couldn't believe that his Zhilou was back.
A month ago, when he saw the female sword here, he felt that his world had collapsed. The sword would not leave Fengzhilou easily. Something must have happened. He saw the crack and tried to jump down.
Looking for Zhilou, but the crack repelled him.
"I can't let Xuanyuan Sword leave you in the future, I can't..." Chu Moshang stroked Zhilou's cheek and looked at her sad facial features. There were bloodshot in her eyes. She looked very tired. She must have not been well for a long time.
Have rested.
"I won't, never again." Zhilou swore that this was the last time.
"I will punish you, you did not obey my orders." He blamed him pity.
"I accept the punishment, I can do whatever I want, because I got the medicine for understanding."
Feng Zhilou took out the small bottle and looked at Chu Moshang happily. His expression at this moment seemed as if she had brought him delicious food under the death cliff, pure and innocent, with full of sincerity.