My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

Chapter 38

In Fuyun Pavilion, sandalwood dispelled the thick blood in the inner hall.

Wei Wan was standing at the foot of the blue stone steps of Jingchen Temple, the cold wind whizzed past, dark clouds covered his head with distinct layers, heavy rain poured down, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.

Her eyes were full of doubts, and she looked at the surrounding scenery. She frowned, and her hands as white as green onions were touching her chest. But when she lowered her head, she realized that the raindrops had passed through her body, without even getting her wet. Hem.

"Could it be..."

Before she finished speaking, a tall figure in black walked out from the rain curtain in the distance, holding a person in black armor in his arms.

The person in his arms was leaning on his shoulder, and his plump and smooth forehead was pressed against the side of his neck, which was like a crown jewel. He was obviously wearing heavy armor, but he was thin and petite in that person's arms.

Wei Wan turned his head to look at them, his probing eyes falling on their faces through the rain.

When the man approached, Wei Wan's heart dropped rapidly.

The body is like an orchid jade tree, the wind blows back to the snow, the appearance is like a flawless jade, the fairy posture is lost.

His eyebrows are like swords, his nose is like a hanging bridge, his fox eyes are raised up, and a little red mole under his eyes makes his whole person extremely glamorous.

It's Rong Xian.

Wei Wanfeng's eyes fell down and landed on the face close to his neck, and he couldn't see clearly for a moment.

Rong Xian's expression was one of sadness and disgust.

At this time, he was like a graceful phoenix that was ruthlessly swept away by a heavy rain and turned into a dusty sparrow. Even though his face was gorgeous, there was a deathly silence on his face.

When he reached the jade steps, Wei Wan stretched out her hand to stop him, but her hand just passed through his arm.

Phoenix eyes flashed and he was stunned.

When he raised his head, he bumped into the pair of loose and raised fox eyes. He tilted his head, and the torrential rain hit his thin face. The color changed, and the voice was somewhat broken: "Is it an illusion..."

After the words fell, he hugged the person in his arms even tighter, and rubbed his profile against the top of the person's head.

Wei Wan frowned, and his suspicious gaze fell on his cochlea. It was true.

Immediately, she saw that Rong Xian was supporting the man's waist with his upper arm, and his hands were embracing the bend of the man's knees, lifting him up, and resting his other hand on the man's face and ear Then, suddenly his knees dropped, and he knelt firmly on the bluestone steps.

"I have never believed in ghosts and gods, but today, Rong Xian is willing to use flesh and blood, step by step, and pay for it with his life."

He knocked his head on the jade steps, but he held the person in his arms firmly in his arms, so that no one was exposed to the wind and rain. He stood up straight, hugged the person firmly in his arms, and walked forward He took a step and knelt down again.

"I don't ask God for mercy, but she is the only belief in my life. Rong Xian is willing to give everything to fight her back."

There are green bamboos on both sides of the Qingshi steps, stretching to the top of the mountain.

Wei Wan's eyes moved upward from Rong Xian's back, and the winding and rugged bluestone steps could not be seen to the end. Her eyes couldn't help but become a little dull, looking at the muddy water flowing down the river.

She pursed her lips. At this moment, the latent heartbeat was like a turbulent wave, drowning her. No matter how hard it was to tell, his actions easily squeezed her heart in the palm of his hand, like a thousand pieces of gold and a heavy stone. Pressing on her heart, she moved with difficulty and bowed three steps behind Rong Xian. The long silence made her voice a little sour and hoarse: "Wei Wan, a passer-by, would like to tell God that I am willing to use my body as a spear blade to swing. The evil in the world.”

"Ah Wan of the Wei family, here I am willing to recommend the mountains and rivers with my blood."

"I am willing to fall into endless purgatory and have my body whipped to death in order to ask God to save her."

"Awan from the Wei family, here..." Her words were paused because of Rong Xian's words. She bowed every three steps and kowtowed faster than he kowtowed every step. In his arms, weeping and crying blood, every word is humble and pitiful.

She had never seen Rong Xian like this, or in other words, she had never seen Rong Xian fall in love at the beginning of his life, giving everything he had, desperate, like a moth flying into the flames.

She clenched her fists. She was not hysterical at the moment. She just looked at him and the woman whose face could not be seen clearly. Her ears were buzzing. Everything around her had lost their sound. They only stayed surrounded by each other in front of them. The two figures and Rong Xian’s deafening love.

In this way, the two of them bowed side by side to the top of the mountain. During the last bow, Wei Wan suddenly raised his eyes and smiled, with a dark and quiet whirlpool in his eyes:

"Wei family, Ah Wan, here, I wish him all his wishes come true."

"If you don't believe me, why come to worship."

Wei Wan raised her eyes when she heard the sound, and saw a monk in robes, holding hands, pacing from a distance, she didn't know if it was her illusion, she seemed to glance in her direction when she saw the man coming .

Rong Xian's throat was dry, his face was pale, his cold fingers gently rubbed the rainwater off the woman's face: "Now I believe it, Tan Luan, save her."

Rong Xian's voice like broken jade from Kunshan sounded beside her, she just squinted and looked at the monk.

The art of bringing the dead back to life, tsk, is weird.

"Don't look at me like that."

Wei Wan's ear flashed this sentence, her phoenix eyes were startled, and she glanced at Tan Luan like a frightened bird.

"Lanting, you know this is impossible."

The blood on Rong Xian's knees was stained on the bluestone steps. The heavy rain washed away, and the blood slowly flowed down the bluestone steps, forming a blood spring. He protected the woman and knelt on the platform. His hair was messy and his back was slightly bent. Lonely and fragile: "I know you have a way."

Tan Luan's whole body felt bad, and his face was a little distorted: "That's a forbidden technique!"

"Please." He smiled softly. There was no trace of brilliance in his eyes, and his originally stunning appearance was in a state of disarray under the baptism of the heavy rain.

Hearing this, Wei Wan couldn't help but be a little surprised. At this time, she was a little curious about who this woman was, who could make Rong Xian blurt out "please".

Thinking like this, she keenly felt that Tan Luan looked over again, but when she raised her eyes, she didn't meet those insightful eyes, and saw that man gritted his teeth angrily and asked Rong Xian to follow him.

Rong Xian supported his knees, stood up straight, staggered a step while holding the person, but firmly held him in his arms.

Wei Wan did not reach out to help him, but just glanced at him lightly. Without any emotion on his face, he put his hands behind his back and followed Tan Luan's figure as he walked forward.

After arriving in the wing room, Rong Xian put her lightly on the bed, brushed the broken hair on her forehead with her thin fingers, then touched her ears tremblingly, her pale lips fell on the woman's forehead, Like kissing his god.

Pious, sincere.

She looked at him from a distance, her lips slightly raised in a cool arc, her eyes twinkling.

Wei Wan watched Tan Luan take out a red rope from the hidden compartment behind the Buddha statue. Two relics were strung on the rope. He handed the relics to Rong Xian and motioned for him to put the relics around the woman's neck.

Then, take out a wooden bowl and a dagger: "Use blood as a talisman."

Wei Wan frowned, feeling ridiculous.

But Rong Xian had already picked up the dagger and stabbed his wrist. He even thought the blood flow was too slow and stabbed him several times in succession.At first, he protected the person and knocked step by step, and part of his blood and strength was scattered on the bluestone steps.

Now there is a large amount of bloodletting, the whole person is about to fall apart, lying on the side of the bed, his thin fingers hooked the woman's fingertips, and then tightly interlocked with her fingers.

Sandalwood lingers and smoke lingers. Tan Luan paints on the yellow talisman with a pen dipped in blood.

After a long time, he picked up the talisman and couldn't help sighing: "This time, I'm afraid I will lose some life here."

Holding the talisman, Tan Luan walked to the side of the bed: "You have to think about it, if you succeed, you will not be able to live... After that, your two fates will be entangled with each other, and you will never be able to separate."

Rong Xian put his crown-like face on that hand, slightly closed his fox eyes, and said with an imperceptible tremor in his slightly hoarse voice: "It has become an obsession, every inch of love, every inch of gray."

Tan Luan shook her head, pasted the yellow talisman on the two relics, a strong yellow light suddenly radiated, Wei Wan's body became transparent, but her vision became clearer and clearer. At this moment, she could clearly see the woman's face.

The phoenix and the dragon are flying, and they are full of beauty.

His fox eyes swept over wearily, then froze for a moment, his eyes burst into turbulent waves, and his pale thin lips moved lightly.

(End of this chapter)