The eyes are like swords, the sword light is like the moon, the moonlight is like blood, and the blood light is like shadows. Nine figures are flickering under the moonlight, and the sword shadows are floating, showing the cruel meaning. Blood rains fly across the moon, and the moon is cold. Dream back to Qin's hand instantly transformed into a black long sword. The murderous aura is very strong, invincible, and the head is cut off, and the blood foam is misty.
On a cruel moonlit night, there is only killing among the nine figures, nothing else.
"Puff" A mouthful of black blood suddenly emerged from Menghui Qin's mouth. He didn't say anything despicable, but he looked indifferently that there were only three enemies left. Even the three enemies, they were full of sword marks, and they seemed to have been seriously injured by a very serious sword. He panted quickly and glared at the man in front of him who was like a nightmare. After being swept by Menghui Qin, his heart did not tremble. "I am still so young, and I have such strength. If one day I let him grow up, then there will be no place for us to stay in this world."
"It is our honor to sacrifice for the glory of the family." The words like hypnosis were slowly chanting in the mouths of only three remaining people. Even Menghui Qin, who heard this sentence, was shaking and trembling all over. It was an extremely difficult thing for her to kill the other party. Now, in order to kill Menghui Qin, they actually sank their hearts into the sea of suffering in the border, and killed Menghui Qin with their obsessions in their hearts.
"The life should be denied, but you can't die at your hands." Suddenly, Menghui Qin was thinking about it, his figure flashed and disappeared from the place, but the three people were still stunned. It seemed that they did not realize that Menghui Qin had disappeared. After a while, the three people realized that the enemy was not killed by themselves, but quietly escaped. [
If you lose your dream back to Qin, it is difficult to find the dream back to Qin with the ability of the three of you.
But now Meng Hui Qin has been deeply poisoned, but with Meng Hui Qin’s understanding of poison in the past, the erosion of the venom has been temporarily suppressed.
...
With a sound of "南lang", Menghui Qin fell to the ground. The venom had begun to erode his internal organs. The fatigue and strength of his body made Menghui Qin run away without any extra strength, and could only accept the baptism of death. When Menghui Qin was half fainting and half awake, he half opened his eyes as if he saw the most wanted side in front of him.
"Mengmei..." Then Meng Hui and Qin Ruan fell to the ground.
Half an hour later, Meng Hui Qin opened his eyes and was surprised to find that he was in a dry cave. What made Meng Hui Qin tremble the most was that Meng Mei was actually by her side. For some reason? Meng Mei might be very tired all the way, or she fled like a dead man to bring the weakened force to the elderly Meng Mei, so Meng Mei was drowsy leaning against the stone wall behind her.
"Haha, I didn't expect that at the end of my life, God could still realize my ridiculous wishes. I no longer blame God for the injustice of all the past." Meng Huiqin looked a little crazy, and then calmed down again, but his eyes never left Meng Mei's stunning face.
"I really want to live with you for a long time, but some people don't want to. They fear my talent. They hate the fact that other blood is flowing on me. They hate me..." As he said to himself, Meng Huiqin's right hand struggled to raise it, trying to caress Meng Mei's fair face, but found that his hands were already stiff and black.
"Hmph——" A muffled groan came, Meng Hui Qin Zheng raised his right hand and gently stroked Meng Mei's hair. At this time, Meng Mei suddenly woke up. Her eyes met, Meng Mei was stunned, without a look of surprise or a moan of pain, and only silently stared at the man in front of her whom she would never forget.
"You are awake..." A trembling voice came from Meng Mei's dry lips, looking extremely weak and pitiful.
The blue-black face had long covered the handsomeness and elegance of the past. At this time, Menghui Qin was not only embarrassed, but only had peace before his death. "Silly girl..." Menghui Qin didn't know what to say, but she said the three words "Silly girl" with deep meaning.
Listening to these three words, Meng Mei's eyes, which had already dried up, burst into tears, "You are stupid! Why don't you escape? Why do you always go to the most dangerous place? If you want to die, I will die with you-" The low angry curses made Meng Mei pounce on Meng Huiqin's chest, who was seriously injured.
Meng Huiqin held back the cough with a slightly itchy throat. He hugged Meng Mei's soft waist with both hands and smiled innocently: "How many times have I hugged you? The third or fourth time? I forgot..." He said something completely irrelevant, but Meng Mei cried even more sadly, her shoulders twitched, and she couldn't stop the bleeding in her heart.
"I...I...I..." Meng Mei said something unclear at some point, which made Meng Huiqin, who was increasingly unconscious, feel dizzy and dry. At this time, Meng Huiqin knew that she was almost done and should see her father and mother and those ancestors. Then she shook her whole body and swallowed the last mouth in her body. She said seriously to the girl in front of her: "Meng Mei...I...I don't want to die in the hands of those scumbags. I beg you to understand me." Listening to Meng Huiqin's words, Meng Mei, who had already cried for half of her heart, was shocked, and she almost fell to the ground with softness. She looked at the face of the poisoning in front of her, who could no longer see her original charm.
Meng Mei was a little stunned, not crying here because of this, as if suppressing the sadness in her heart. Looking back at Meng Qin, a hoarse voice came from Meng Mei's raised lips, "Why?"
Meng Huiqin insisted on looking at Meng Mei, without saying anything, but just quietly looked at the treasure she cherished the most, as if she wanted to hold her in her arms and never let go of it forever. But he knew that he had no chance. He wanted to die in the hands of his beloved person. He would die in the hands of his beloved person, and he would be extremely at ease, but his stiff chin could no longer speak, so he could only make a slight voice.
"Why? Why? Why..." Just like asking yourself, questioning Meng Huiqin, questioning the earth, questioning heaven, questioning this puzzled world, every questioning Meng Mei represents the most primitive doubt in Meng Mei's heart, without any other worldly thoughts.
"Kill me. Kill me..." The words that were not clear were conveyed from Menghui Qin's mouth, as if there was a strange magic power that made Mengmei understand what Menghui Qin wanted to do. Mengmei seemed to have some reason to agree with Menghui Qin's idea. She slowly fell on Menghui Qin's body and kissed him silently. A drop of clear tears fell on Menghui Qin's cheek, looking very holy.
At this time, the deadline for dreaming back to Qin is approaching, and the eyelids are heavy and slightly slid, as if they will leave at any time.[
Moonlight night marks, the night sky is vast, and the cold night is always full of sadness. There is no birds singing in the night sky, only the desolate cool breeze.
Under the moonlight, it suddenly shone into this not-very deep cave. The silver desolation made the man and woman look extremely sad.
The cool breeze blew, and with a muffled groan, the "hum" slowly left, and seemed to have never come back...
The night wind is cool, and in the lonely mountains, extremely soft footsteps are heard, sometimes rapid and sometimes slow, making this desolate mountain look even more strange. The silver moonlight brings endless loneliness in its holiness. A silver moon, like a knife and eyes, seems to convey someone's friendship.
Under the moonlight, you can vaguely see an ant-like figure flying quickly from a distance, quickly and resolutely passing through the dense forest. "Hope is too late..." The faint voice was already dispersed before it had time to spread out, just like a whistling sound that was speeding past.
As if with some special sensation, the figure resolutely moved towards that certain direction, and in a moment, it had already flown over a thousand meters.
who is he?
Yueguang recognized that Leng Xiaoran was monitored by his clan members. He didn't know how he escaped from the surveillance of those people. Now he relied on some unknown means to find Meng Huiqin. "I don't know who wants to kill you, but I understand that you will not die easily, wait for me..." The silence in his heart made Leng Xiaoran's expression not very anxious, but human beings are human beings, and seven emotions and six desires will always exist. Even the monk just put aside his distracting thoughts when he was reciting Buddhist scriptures, and his six senses were pure.
The cave was this cave. Leng Xiaoran seemed to frown and looked around from a distance. Then she seemed to feel the uneasiness in her heart and slowly fell from the air. Looking at this not very hidden cave and isolated on the mountain, the sadness in Leng Xiaoran's heart arose, "Can it be..." Leng Xiaoran was a little silent at this time, as if she had guessed something.
With a slow pace and a cold look, he entered this cave that was not very deep.
The moonlight had already guided Leng Xiaoran ahead, and a faint image appeared in Leng Xiaoran's mind. A thin girl was holding a young man full of black and blue in her arms. There was a faint smile on her face before her death. It seemed that she could see the satisfaction and a slight reluctance.
However, Leng Xiaoran's figure couldn't help but tremble. Leng Xiaoran suddenly saw a weird and bright red thorn inserted into the abdomen of the blue-black young man. He penetrated deep into the bones, as if he was merciless, but it deeply penetrated her affection for him. He couldn't bear to let his beloved suffer any pain at the last moment. One stab was fatal, and it was like a fatal pussy.
This scene was deeply engraved in the mind of this young man who was calm and indifferent. In a moment, it was like a flowing scene that had appeared in Leng Xiaoran's mind. He silently closed his eyes, and then quietly walked outside the cave entrance...