"It is better to be the first talent of Huanyue Nu Sect. He is worthy of his name and is expected by everyone."
"Of course, Yu Tiancai relies on her strength, not luck. After all, this Third Master Ye's success is all due to luck and luck."
"..."
The discussion was lively and intense.
Even though dusk has arrived and the sky is getting dark, the enthusiasm and interest of the warriors for the dragon-slaying feast cannot be concealed.
At the Beizhou Military Aircraft Department, the moment the dragon-slaying feast started from Little Chongtian, the number of warriors watching only increased, and almost never decreased.
Everyone's attention was focused on Xiao Zhongtian, so that no one noticed that there were two more people dressed in strange clothes at the military aircraft.
A man was wearing a blood-red robe and a black hat with hanging gauze, completely covering his eyebrows and eyes.
He looked like an unfathomable knight, but his long, jade-like hands actually held a small, cold hand stove like a child.
Not far behind, on top of a towering tree, squatted a young man with sickly fair skin, blood-stained pupils and blood wings.
The young man stared at the dark crow in the Thousand Lines Divine Scroll with great interest. He touched his stomach with greed and swallowed suddenly.
Perhaps because he was too greedy and couldn't eat the crow's delicacies, the blood wing on the young man's back hung down in despair, and hit Ye Wuxie on the head.
Ye Wuxie raised his head and looked at the young man through his bamboo hat with bloodthirsty and cold eyes.
next moment.
The soles of your feet hit the ground and flew straight up.
Ye Wuxie carefully held the hand stove with one hand, and clasped the young man's neck with the other hand, tightening it tightly.
But no matter how hard he tried, the young man's expression did not fluctuate. Instead, he seemed to be observing Ye Wuxie in surprise.
a long time.
The young man slowly stretched out his dirty hands, lifted up the curtain of his bamboo hat, saw Ye Wuxie's face clearly, and asked innocently, "You are her brother."
His tone was extremely determined.
Ye Wuxie's expression was in a trance, his pupils suddenly tightened, and his face was as white as paper. It was like a pebble stirring up thousands of waves in his heart, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.
He had a dead sister, not many people knew about it.
Because that girl died on the battlefield before she was born, and turned into ashes together with her mother.
He still can't accept why his mother and sister turned into ashes that disappeared in the wind.
"Who are you? What do you mean?"
Ye Wuxie gripped the young man's neck tightly, forcing the young man to come closer to him, and asked bitterly: "Tell me, whose brother am I?"
"You hurt me."
The boy was very unhappy.
This man is as barbaric as the woman who couldn't be roasted to death.
The young man felt a trace of anger and easily got rid of Ye Wuxie's shackles. He fluttered his blood wings and flew out as fast as the wind.
His speed was so fast that even the big shots at the military plane didn't notice his presence.
Ye Wuxie was holding the hand stove, her eyes were getting redder and redder, bloodshot and full of tears, and her hands were shaking uncontrollably.
Two lines of hot tears flowed down his handsome face.
"Worry-free..."
"Can you tell my brother if you are okay?"
Innocence and worry-free are what parents expect from them.
But in the end, it was God who was not good. One was plagued by evil spirits and was depressed every day, while the other was worried to death before he was born.
So many years.
Ye Wuxie never let go of his sister.
Sometimes, he would even think that Wuyou might still be alive somewhere in the world, or perhaps he was suffering from a disaster. How could Wuyou survive this dangerous world without his family to accompany him, and without the protection of his father and brother.
But he knew that all these were phantoms, and after all, they were just extravagant expectations.
His sister, the girl named Ye Wuyou, is dead!
Ye Wuxie held the small stove and sat helplessly among the branches, with the blood-winged boy's words and expressions echoing in his mind.
He always felt that this young man had met his sister.
Although it was absurd and impossible, he trusted his intuition.
Otherwise, the young man would not have said such words to him.
Ye Wuxie has always been a manic-depressive person, especially when it comes to his sister, he can never control himself.
He wanted to calm down and analyze the boy's words, but he couldn't calm down.
"Crack!"
Ye Wuxie was sweating profusely, his face was pale, and he violently broke off his index finger.
The pain of his broken index finger made his whole body feel relaxed.
"Is it...a ghost...?"
Ye Wuxie murmured in a low voice in despair.
When he was young, he had heard that descendants of the You clan could see the path to reincarnation and rebirth, and could talk to ghosts who had no reincarnation or peace in the world.
But this is limited to legends, and the world just listens to it as a joke.
Ye Wuxie didn't believe in ghosts before, but now he does.
That boy must have seen his sister's ghost.
He wants to find his sister.
Even if it is just a ray of lonely soul, I must take my sister home.
Ye Wuxie's eyes turned red, and he stopped reading the Thousand Lines Divine Scroll and walked out of the military aircraft area to look for any traces of the strange boy.
He walked out, and at the end of the dense crowd behind him, there was a huge Thousand Lines Divine Scroll suspended.
In the divine scroll, a girl dressed in red is reflected, standing on the terrifying glacier.
Ever since Fu Bilian "abandoned the darkness and turned to the light" and joined Yu Weiyu, Chu Yue's camp has become even more shabby.
Yu Weiyu said calmly and generously: "Miss Ye, do you want to join us?"
With the cold wind howling from all sides, Chu Yue stretched lazily, and a bright smile appeared on her beautiful cheeks.
She completely ignored Yu Weiyu.
Yu Weiyu's expression darkened, so he said, "It was Yu who disturbed me."
Fu Bilian sneered coldly: "Miss Weiyu, don't be too kind. Don't talk to her so much."
Yu Weiyu smiled and looked at the calm Chu Yue doubtfully, feeling that something was wrong.
Ye Chuyue is not a lazy or reckless person. Why has it been so long and there is still no movement?
The sky turned completely dark.
The last ray of skylight disappeared.
Only a dim world of chaos remained, and Glacier fell into despair.
One hundred thousand crows and the ice cracking speed have reached crazy levels.
Yu Weiyu took a breath of cold air: "Tonight's Dark Crow Ice Layer is more terrifying than last night. I'm afraid these spiritual fires are not enough."
Suddenly.
She thought of something and quickly looked towards Chu Yue and his group.
But Chu Yue saw Chu Yue take the country-protecting magic sword from Ye Mo's hand, and said in a cold voice: "Follow me——"
With a command, he ran across the glacier like lightning.
Chu Yue's eyes burned with extreme heat.
She wants these hundred thousand crows to be used by her!
She wants this ice storm to become a sharp blade in her hand.
She wants the spiritual fire sun to dispel the fog and illuminate her path forward!