So far, thinking of the lost ten grains of true energy, Qingge has never regretted, and is even grateful that he spared Mo Xie his life.
She once had comrades-in-arms, a group of brothers who sacrificed their lives and blood, and subordinates who followed her loyally. She was never alone.
Now, she is a little lonely.
Qingge was sitting by the lake, and the pebbles in her hands hit the lake, making beautiful splashes.
There is confusion, but you still have to walk the road without stopping your legs.
If you don't move forward, you're a dead fish.
She has a heart that refuses to settle for mediocrity, so she is doomed to be in trouble.
The firefinch opened its round eyes and looked at Qingge curiously.
Without He Xilou's help, Qing Ge really didn't know how to deal with Xiao Shanyan within three days.
Qingge crossed her legs and practiced day and night, while the fire bird lay aside muttering something unknown.
Three days passed in a blink of an eye.
After working hard for three days, Qing Ge only broke through a small section.
The second level peak.
Qing Ge stood up and jumped into the lake to wash himself off. The firebird exclaimed in surprise and covered its eyes with a pair of small claws, but there was a sly look in the gap between the claws.
Red liquid flowed from the firefinch's little nose.
In the crystal clear lake water, Qingge's back was turned to the fire bird. Her shoulders were round and white, and her skin was as smooth as jade. Half of her silver-white hair was spread out in the water, and it was wet and stuck to her back.
After a moment, the sound of water rushed, Qingge left the lake, and a black shirt came out of the space bag and covered Qingge.
Qingge was wearing embroidered soft boots, and her right hand was stretched out, holding a red umbrella.
This was Jin Chanzi's engagement gift to her.
Rouge umbrella.
When walking, the beads and jade at the end of the umbrella ribs make a lonely and sweet sound, which is very enjoyable to hear in this valley.
She was holding an umbrella and a firefinch stood on her shoulder.
Although the firefinch is small in size, it is as powerful as a human.
His eyes widened, and his wings on both sides were in a posture like a human's arms akimbo.
"Boss, here we go, the world is in chaos, the world is at war, the apocalypse is overthrown, life and death are fleeting, how scary is that?" Fire Bird asked.
Qingge: "..." She didn't realize that this bird that was greedy for life and afraid of death was actually a heroic and artistic bird.
"Don't be afraid." Qingge smiled coldly and walked slowly out of the Moyun Mountains.
She is a wise person.
On the premise that He Xilou did not give a clear answer, she should not go to fight Xiao Shanyan alone. She could not save Liu Yan'er.
It's so stupid.
But she couldn't control her legs, her fiery heart, and her boiling blood.
She couldn't help but walked towards Zilingyuan in Fengyun Town. She knew that there was a dead end, but she chose to live toward death without any regrets.
The bonding feeling cannot be explained or explained.
If she didn't fight, she might be able to survive.
If she fights, she will have no regrets in her life.
If she was covered in bruises and Liu Yan'er still died after trying all possible means, she would be helpless and angry, but she would not blame herself.
When it comes to cultivation, you are most afraid of mental calamity.
After leaving the Moyun Mountains, Qingge wrote two letters and sent them to the sea area where Qiao's family and He Xilou were respectively.
The sun is high in the sky, the blue sun is setting straight down, the autumn leaves are turning yellow, and there is a cool breeze all over the ground, which inevitably gives rise to a chilling feeling.
Ever since pirates became rampant and Xiao Shanyan became overbearing and autocratic, Fengyun Town has never been as prosperous as before.
The Zilingyuan family is the only one, Xiao Shanyan is the king, the people in the Qiao family compound are trembling, and other cultivators are also afraid, even in the daytime, all the houses have their doors closed.
On the street, the autumn wind was blowing the fallen leaves, and a figure came from the end, walking gently, slowly and calmly.
Wearing a black shirt and a rouge umbrella.
Along with the whistling wind, there is the sound of the collision of pearls and jade.
She stopped and looked up.
With the word Ziling, the plaque is hung on the door.
A sharp cold light flashed in the depths of her eyes, which was especially terrifying!
At this time, Liu Yan'er and others in the pig pen in Ziling Garden were like prisoners waiting for death. Each of their lives had come to an end and could no longer receive God's salvation.
They are already desperate.
The heart is as gray as death.
No longing for life.
"We will be beheaded soon. Xiao Shanyan is true to his word, we are going to die!" Someone wailed in a tearful voice.
Liu Yan'er remained unmoved, glanced at him lazily, and stopped talking.
She can understand how these people feel.
Others were trembling, their hearts beating up and down in fear.
When one person spoke, others spoke one after another.
"What do you think we are trying to do? We have worked hard to become the strongest in the mainland, carrying everyone's hopes to the heaven of gods. I originally thought that the sea and sky were vast for me to fly, but how did I know that the sky collapsed and darkened, and we are no longer beautiful? The one who is trapped in this mud is struggling, no matter how hard he tries, he is afraid that he will not be able to get out, and his life is worse than that of a dog."
"Before this, we can at least have a living. It would be nice to sing quietly that night, shouting about dreams and ideals, family and country, and brotherhood. In the end, she is the betrayer. I thought she could give us It brings hope and allows us cultivators in lower planes to have a day of pride and pride, but it is just deceiving ourselves and others."
"Son of a bitch, you are really unlucky to meet that Ye Qingge. Mr. Liu, we all respect you, but we have to say that you really trusted the wrong person. Because of your wrong trust, you made everyone follow you. Who will bear this misfortune? She, Ye Qingge, should be the one to bear the pain, so why should her brothers be the scapegoat? She, Ye Qingge, is doing well, and she doesn’t know where to be at ease at the moment."
"I heard that Ye Qingge died at the hands of He Xilou."
"It's good to die. After such a scourge, everyone will be happy if they die."
"..."
The cultivators who were once as brilliant as light are huddled in this square pigsty, full of complaints.
The road ahead is confusing.
The brave deeds of the past are depressing to mention again.
If you think about it carefully, in their continent, they are also kings and the pinnacle.
How do you know that there are thousands of him in the heavenly realm of gods?
It is as small as dust and not worth mentioning. Even if it disappears into ashes, no one cares about it.
They can neither be famous enough to shake up an era, nor can they be remembered for generations and be awed by future generations. If they can be infamous for thousands of years, at least they can be considered famous, but unfortunately, they can't even do this.
At most, he died in a pig pen with no one to collect the body.
He Dongye punched the ground, his eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes. He looked at Liu Yan'er and said unwillingly: "Master Liu, I want to believe in your vision. Even if I am poor, I will believe in you, Master Liu. I believe you are the high-spirited Liu Ye, and I believe you can lead the brothers in, but we have followed you for so long, are our lives not worth a light song? You want to take a gamble, put everything in, but You are risking your brothers’ lives, have you ever thought about how your brothers feel?”