I am here, with him, you live and I live, you die and I die.
The breeze picked up and climbed up to the sky leisurely.
Six hundred and seventeen, when Beiming Changfeng trembled and stepped up the 617th step, Ziyu extended his hand to Beiming Changfeng with a gentle smile on his face.
"Young Master, let's go together."
Bei Ming Changfeng raised his head and looked at Ziyu's eyes full of tenderness and affection. He slowly raised his right hand that was already numb from pain and held Ziyu's hand.
The voice was very hoarse: "Why come down?"
Ziyu held Beiming Changfeng's hand and stood side by side with Beiming Changfeng on the 617th step, looking at the long steps ahead: "Without you on my road, the scenery along the way would not be beautiful.
, I believe, you are the same."
I believe that you are the same. Without me, you will lose the meaning of your life.
Beiming Changfeng turned his head slightly and looked at Ziyu.
Ziyu smiled brightly at Beiming Changfeng.
You and I can't lose each other, so we must join hands until the end, no matter how hard we go.
With his five fingers clenched tightly, Beiming Changfeng suddenly grabbed Ziyu's hand, so strong that he almost crushed Ziyu's hand.
Ziyu squeezed back hard and intertwined his fingers, saying "I am in you."
"Let's go." Beiming Changfeng shouted in a hoarse voice, took Ziyu's hand and walked towards the front step.
Go hand in hand and complement each other.
Step by step, he walked up the high white jade steps. Every time he stepped down, a scar burst out on Beiming Changfeng's body.
Ziyu cannot see it, but Beiming Changfeng himself can see it.
More than 700 cuts were made, and the blades penetrated the bones. The blood had dyed the whole body into a bright red bloody man. There was no flesh on the legs, feet and limbs, and all the bones were left.
Thousands of cuts, one thousand and eight cuts, a unique skill that can only be possessed by the top executioners. Cut a person's body with a thousand and eight cuts. If the last cut is not cut, the person cannot die. This is
The ultimate form of torture, the feeling of being stabbed one after another while alive, can drive people crazy.
Beads of sweat began to slide down bit by bit and turned into running water, flowing down Beiming Changfeng's head and face. The wet sweat stains on the steps he walked on were shocking.
Although it is an illusion, I feel the same way. This is the most poisonous part of the Phantom Soul Flower.
Eight hundred, nine hundred, nine hundred and fifty, nine hundred and seventy...
Carrying each other up, even though the steps were heavy, they never stopped.
The man in blue went from being careless at the beginning to his eyes shining brightly at the end, his face almost trembling with excitement, and he couldn't help but step forward and stop on the steps.
"There are twenty-seven steps left, there are twenty-six steps left, hurry up, hurry up, there are only twenty steps left, come up, you must come up for me." The man in blue could hardly help but started shouting at Beiming Changfeng.
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Qin Yun stood next to the man in blue, his eyes fixed on Beiming Changfeng, who was carrying a heavy burden step by step, but was extremely strong. Tears and snot had flowed down his face at some point.
His son-in-law was not chosen for nothing, not for nothing.
"There are three more steps, kid, come up, come up." White shadows fluttered, and someone stood on the steps.
"Boy, come up to me even if you die." Someone came from a distance.
"Come on." Someone on the top of the mountain stretched out his hand towards Beiming Changfeng.
"Kid, work hard."
"..."
One after another, figures emerged from behind the mountain peaks, including young-looking people and people with white hair and white beards. At this moment, they were all crowded at the top of the steps looking at Beiming Changfeng.
For many years, no son-in-law of the Qin family has come here.