My mind was too slow to respond. Liu Changyuan became more persistent, crying and laughing. The magic gas raged in the sea of knowledge and invaded the abdomen.
The demon seems to laugh in his ear and say over and over again that he can curse that he will never get a lover in this life and this world, and only sink in regret.
In the end, the person who looks at his heart misses others very much, but he has the ability to leave him with a knife in his heart.
This seems to be a retribution. He went to sow evil and swallowed the bitter fruit by himself.
In the center of extreme regret, the devil found his weakness and attacked him, even his moral heart was stained with magic.
A sword is like holding a sword if its heart is not disturbed by demons.
In an instant, there was a crack in Lu Changyuan’s mind, and the sword almost collapsed.
At this time, the cool boss drinks "Yuan Xiao, wake up and don’t be taken advantage of by the demons!"
If his heart breaks down, he will be completely cured.
Where can I hear his advice when Nai Lu Changyuan is in a daze? I am preoccupied with what I should do to make my teacher younger brother change his mind. Everything is urgent.
Liang Lao accompanied him for many years and knew that he insisted on making a quick decision and said, "Don’t you want him to open his eyes to see you? I have a method!"
Lu Changyuan ignited a small flame in his heart. "What method?"
When Liang Lao saw something, he didn’t dare to stimulate him. He said urgently, "Since Violet really cares about that person, he will definitely talk to you if you fight with him."
Nan Dou Jian was given by Song Tingfeng and the only gift he gave. Xiao Jing should cherish it.
After Xiao Jing fell off the cliff that day, the South Fighting Sword was kept by Lu Changyuan and hidden in a place where no one could find it, so that they would not think of their past and would not be heartbroken.
"Sword …"
To tell the truth, Lu Changyuan didn’t want to take it out and let the relics of a deceased person still occupy his heart.
Cold old face cold word for word "this sword is violet reality is now returned to its owner"
"No … not …"
Lu Changyuan’s eyebrows are deep and he is in a dilemma. "That sword has a wisp of fascination with Song Tingfeng."
Cold old man was shocked and asked, "Is there this thing?"
Although reluctant to admit Liu Changyuan still nodded silently.
There is indeed a ray of Song Tingfeng in the sword.
Maybe he is dead and doesn’t want to leave, and he will do everything to stay with Xiao Jing, even if that ray of mind is willing to accompany him without reincarnation.
Song Tingfeng’s deep love is far beyond Lu Changyuan’s expectation.
He loves and pays like a grain of sand, but he can’t dig it out in Lu Changyuan’s heart, and he doesn’t care if it hurts all the time.
Lu Changyuan regretted and hated that he once wanted to destroy Nandou Jian, but he was lucky enough to win jealousy in repeated corrections.
To give or not to give is a question.
Cold old see him put heavy tone "is or is not violet reality also should know"
At the end of the day, if their fate is not completely cut off, it will also hinder the way of violet’s real cultivation.
Lu Changyuan was heartbroken and wanted to sink again. "Do you want the younger brother Nan Dou Jian?"
The person in my arms suddenly took a breath and messed up. Although he still didn’t open his eyes, his heart was messed up.
It turned out that he still cares about Song Tingfeng.
This cognition made Lu Changyuan more and more depressed. Why did he wake up so late?
"South Fighting Sword …" Liu Changyuan repressed the magic gas and said "I have it"
Xiao Jing broke free from his arms and finally opened his eyes, but the fundus was cold, so it was a blessing not to mention affection and no hate.
"Give it back to me"
When Lu Changyuan’s throat choked, he wanted to say something, but he didn’t know that there were thousands of words in his heart. Hwa-Sung Do said the word "good"
Take out the sword and put it in his hand.
Xiao Jing’s look became nan ` maple gently stroking the scabbard and smiled slowly, but cried with a smile.
An old friend is dead but still living in memory, like a thorn, it hurts to touch.
Listen, Brother Feng, long time no see …
Xiao Jing cried bitterly, as if he were full of grievances and complained to Nan Doujian.
Suddenly, the blade trembled and whimpered like a sword. A green light flashed through a wisp of ghosts, and the blade floated out again, screaming that it could drive it to fly outside the abode of fairies and immortals.
He came and went quickly, and Xiao Jing was shocked at a glance.
It’s him! It’s definitely him
Xiao Jing got up and chased him. He almost stumbled and stumbled for fear that he was too late.
It happened that his wrist was caught by a man before he walked a few steps.
Xiao Jing looked anxious and there was no lack of disgust in his eyes. "Let go!"
Lu Changyuan was stung by his indifference and couldn’t laugh anymore. "Where are you going, little brother?"
"You know very well."
"I don’t know," said Lu Changyuan with an unusually persistent frown. "I don’t understand that you don’t need to chase out."
People are dead. What about keeping a ghost?
Xiao Jing smiled angrily and shook off his hand and said bitterly, "Of course you don’t understand that you are high above the sword and you can get everything you want and don’t want, but you can’t have it if you want it."
Liu Changyuan pursed his lips and remained silent, unwilling to ask questions.
However, he didn’t want to listen to Xiao Jing, but he insisted on saying "feelings"
"You don’t know love and you know it yourself. Love deceives yourself again and again with arrogance. Are you affectionate?"
"Save it, Yuan Zhenjun." Xiao Jing’s sarcastic words stuck in his heart like a sharp knife. "Your love is disgusting!"
When Lu Changyuan heard it, he was like a thunderbolt, and the whole person was stunned for a long time.