Mai Mai stared at him dressed in snow-white, smiled faintly, and said, "Stop him."
"Uh, yes," Yi Su responded respectfully. Even if the mistress did not give instructions, they would not help but watch their master jump down.
There was a trace of confusion on Xinye's face, but then his expression changed instantly, "No, Lady Longnu, no!" He started running over.
Another white figure was faster, running straight past the crowd and running towards her, shouting tremblingly, "Maimai, I don't allow it! Do you hear me?!"
I looked at him one last time and smiled with satisfaction.
At some point, the dagger in his throat was lowered. The evil aura behind him gradually subsided, as if he was quietly waiting for something.
Turning his head, he calmly looked at Wan Qizhao who was staring at him from behind, and said in a very soft voice, "Let's die together."
Suddenly, he was pushed and fell down the cliff.
In an instant, the two people disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Maimai!" Wan Qixun was about to jump down without even thinking about it. Yi Su had quick eyesight and caught him immediately, "Quickly, stop the master!" He finally understood what the mistress meant by that sentence.
Lou Su, Gui Su, Kang Su and others reacted immediately, and more than twenty people quickly surrounded him and held him back.
Wan Qixun seemed to have completely lost his mind, and slapped Yi Su hard on the chest with his backhand.
"Pfft" Yisu spat out a mouthful of blood, but still hugged his waist tightly and refused to let go.
"Lord Dragon Girl!" The saints in white rushed to the edge of the cliff and shouted at the top of their lungs, "Lord Dragon Girl!"
Liujiu closed her eyes in horror, "No, no, no, this is not true, Xinye, tell me this is not true!"
"Sir Dragon Girl..." Xin Ye's half body has already leaned out of the cliff, holding on in vain with both hands, "Sir Dragon Girl!" Since the cliff is tilted inward, you can't see the scene below at all.
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Wan Qiyan stood there blankly, staring at the place where she had just stood. Just for a moment, the place was empty. Watching her disappear with his own eyes, the feeling was already beyond the load that his heart could bear.
He looked at the crazy Wan Qihan in a daze. For him, seeing all this with his own eyes was even more unacceptable than death.
Xuanyun, is this the way you love him?
Use your life to write this poignancy?
The internal energy in Wan Qixun's whole body surged instantly, bursting out against the twenty-eight constellations around him, forming a strong impact. Even though they were injured by his strong internal force, the constellations remained motionless, surrounding him, trying to fight to the death.
Dragging him back. Guisu's legs knelt on the ground, and the soil was covered with the blood he spat out, but he still hugged his master's legs and gritted his teeth to prevent him from taking a step forward.
"Master! Can you save the mistress by jumping down?" Zhensu suddenly stopped in front of him, his brows knitted together, "We'd better send people down quickly to find the mistress. There are mostly bushes at the bottom of the cliff, and the mistress may not be safe.
Your life will be in danger!"
Everyone knew that this was just a temporary measure for Zhensu. After falling from such a high cliff, the chance of survival was slim. But for Wan Qixun now, this glimmer of hope might be enough to ignite his hope.
The sound of wind in her ears was so beautiful. This was the second time she heard such touching notes. It was also a gorgeous movement performed for relief. The difference was that she heard a peaceful melody.
Her body fell rapidly, she closed her eyes, with a peaceful and peaceful smile on her lips.
She will not let herself become a bargaining chip for others to blackmail him. Even if he goes to hell because of her, she will be there first and wait for him!
An arm suddenly hugged his waist tightly. Mai Mai opened his eyes and saw Wan Qizhao's tight profile. His feet kept stepping on the cliff, using his internal force to slow down his descent.
The dagger in his hand scraped against the cliff and made a harsh sound.
It wasn't until the dagger was finally inserted into a gap that the two of them were stabilized halfway up the mountain. However, only half of the dagger's blade was immersed in the wall, so it was barely able to support the two of them.
Wan Qizhao slowly met Maimai's eyes, his messy hair flying freely in the air, "Do you remember what I said?"
Mai Mai didn't say a word and closed her eyes again.
She was waiting, waiting.
The support point of the blade is too small, the force is too great, cracks begin to appear on the edge, and there are signs of loosening.
Wan Qizhao still stared at her closely, with a smile on his lips, "Even if you don't love me, I will use other ways to let you remember me forever." His deep voice floated into Mai Mai's ears word by word,
It was a swan song that came from the bottom of his heart, and one could even feel his trembling soul.
The dagger tilted downwards suddenly, causing the two men's bodies to shake violently.
Looking up at the dagger, which could not hold on for long, Wan Qizhao hugged her tightly and said, "My love will never lose to anyone's!"
Caught off guard, the knife came off the cliff and the two men fell immediately.
Wan Qizhao held Mai Mai tightly in his arms, as if he was rubbing her into his body. Gently, he leaned close to her ear and said something. Mai Mai, who had a peaceful face, suddenly widened his eyes.
, staring at him in disbelief.
The corners of his mouth were lifted slightly, and he looked free and easy, uninhibited, and wicked, just like the elegant and suave look when they first met her.
His downward body suddenly turned over, protecting Mai Mai on his chest, while he was on his back. His flamboyant and wild black hair brushed Mai Mai's cheek, and his eyes were unusually soft, "You will remember it for the rest of your life.
Me." The bold words full of determination added a touch of masculine domineering to him.
Suddenly, his eyes instantly became firm and determined.
Mai Mai felt a warm breath emanating from his chest...
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"Master, come and see!" The little novice monk carried the bamboo basket and walked towards the black color in the bushes.
An old monk in blue robes arrived shortly after. When he saw the person in the bush, he immediately stepped forward and felt her breath, then checked her pulse. He then turned to the little novice monk and ordered, "Bring her back quickly."
In the temple.”
"Yes, Master." The little novice monk unloaded the bamboo basket, carried the man on his back, and walked back quickly along the path in the ditch.
The two of them climbed over a mountain and arrived at Xianggui Mountain opposite Ziyun Mountain. Although the old monk was already over 70 years old, his legs and feet were not slack and his steps were windy. In less than half a stick of incense, the two of them returned to the temple built on the mountain.
A temple in the middle of the mountain, Fanyi Temple.
The old monk ordered the young novice to carry the person into the Zen room immediately, and then ordered someone to fetch a middle-aged man.
When he saw the person coming, the old monk clasped his hands politely and said, "Donor Mo, Lao Na has just rescued a woman at the foot of Ziyun Mountain. I would like to ask Miss Liu to help her change clothes and apply medicine."
The middle-aged man had an elegant expression and a handsome face. He smiled and said, "Master Zhihui, you're welcome. I'm just calling Yingying to come and help."
Time was short. A woman in a green skirt, dressed in plain clothes and with a somewhat pale face, came to Master Zhihui and said, "Master, if there is anything you need Yingying to do, just give me your instructions."
The person who spoke was none other than Liu Yingying, whose martial arts had been disabled by Wan Qixun.
Master Zhihui has been a close friend of Wan Qimo for many years. As early as when he was persecuted by Emperor Zong and fled to the frontier, he happened to be rescued by Master Zhihui who was traveling around to recruit people. Master Zhihui knew that the anger in his heart was hard to get rid of, so he often
They talked to him about sutras and worshiped the Buddha, but Wan Qimo, who was young and vigorous at that time, still insisted on taking revenge. Then he bid farewell to him and came to Tiandu Kingdom to seek opportunities.
After the defeat of Tiandu Kingdom, Wan Qimo looked down on the troubles and let go of this hatred. He was indifferent by nature, but he worked hard for more than ten years for hatred. Regardless of whether he won Qisa or not, he was still kind to himself.
What's more, since Emperor Zong is dead, he will no longer be obsessed with the grievances of the previous generation.
So, he took Liu Yingying and several personal attendants to Xianggui Mountain. In addition, Liu Yingying was seriously injured and weak, so this was a good place to recuperate.
Liu Yingying followed Master Zhihui's instructions and came to the Zen room with all her clothes. She walked to the bed and turned the injured woman over. When her eyes touched her face, her eyes widened suddenly and her chest suddenly felt numb.
Filled with resentment.
is her!
Lan Xuanjun! Why is she here? The person saved by Master Zhihui is actually her!
Mai Mai, who was lying there quietly, had all the exposed skin on his face and neck scratched with scars by the thorny branches. The black clothes on his body had long been torn, exposing several ice muscles.
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Throwing the clothes in his hands to the ground, he picked up the unconscious woman and shook her violently, "Lan Xuanjun! Lan Xuanjun! You, a bitch, have caused me to lose all my martial arts skills.
Stop paying attention to me! I'm going to kill you!" Liu Yingying's eyes were red, her beautiful face was ferocious and twisted, and there was strong hatred bursting out of her eyes.
Seeing Maimai who didn't respond and let her vent, I really wanted to eat her alive. After enduring it for so long, I convinced myself every day that I just needed to live peacefully. But the hatred buried deep in my heart was watching.
The moment she arrived, everything was awakened.
She hated this woman, hated her for taking away Xun, and even made herself an enemy of Zhuolang Fort.
A hint of sinisterness passed through her, and his hands slowly grasped her neck.
"It seems that the Buddha has really manifested his spirit and actually sent you here!" His hands began to exert force, tightly holding her slender and weak neck, with a cruel smile on his lips, "Lan Xuanyun, do you believe it?
Retribution? Haha, before, I didn’t believe it. Now, I believe it!”
He leaned closer to her with a grin, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.
Mai Mai's face was a little red, and her brows were twisted in pain.
"Miss Liu, have you changed?" A knock came from the little novice monk outside the door, "Master is going to treat this girl."
"Oh, it'll be fine soon." Liu Yingying let go of her hand unwillingly, glared angrily at Mai Mai, who was still unconscious, and then curled her lips and sneered, "Lan Xuanjun, we meet old friends, and when we have time, our accounts will slowly
Calculate again.”
He picked up the clothes on the floor and put them on for her rudely. Then he stood up, straightened his hair and straightened his clothes. Then he opened the door and gave the little novice a toothy smile. "When you've changed, go and ask Master Zhihui to give it to this little novice monk."
Poor girl, look at it."
"Well, thank you, Miss Liu." The little novice monk hurried to the front yard to ask for the master.