The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

The light is ahead, and life and death are on the line.

However, the man in black behind him chased more and more closely, and several times the opponent's sword energy seemed to brush Lin Qingran's hair, and it was Yun Zheng who brought her out of danger in a dangerous situation.

With a bang, a huge pillar collapsed, and the smoke and dust all over the sky rose up, almost hitting the two of them. Yun Zheng avoided it like an arrow that left the string.

The huge pillar lay horizontally in the secret passage, which could block the pursuit of the soldiers.

Yun Zheng didn't relax at all, and ran out quickly to the exit without looking back. When his hand was placed on the trap on the wall, the pursuers came up again.

The giant pillar didn't stop the pursuers for a long time. When the mechanism was turned on, the heavy stone door slowly opened, and a ray of sunlight came in through the crack of the door below, and the bright dawn was in sight.

"Dream!" A ray of light followed from the hand of the man in black shot at the mechanism, and a sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth.

The organs were completely destroyed, the heavy stone gate of the mausoleum fell back immediately, and Yun Zheng was anxious to see smoke rising above his head.

While the sharp swords in the hands of the other black-clothed men came to attack together, Yun Zheng held Lin Qingran and rolled several times in a row, avoiding the harsh killer move.

In just the blink of an eye, the gap from the ground was only more than a foot wide, and it was impossible for him to carry Lin Qingran out.

Imminent!

Seeing this, Yun Zheng's eyes were bloodshot, he let out a roar, looked at the lower and lower Shimen, gritted his teeth, and kissed the pale red lips with extreme determination, but only lightly, and then shouted loudly: "Walk!"

Lin Qingran didn't have time to think about it, but when he let go of his hand, she lay flat on the ground, and with a push, Lin Qingran went to the door that could only accommodate one person.

Lin Qingran immediately widened her eyes, watching herself fly straight out, full of light and vitality.

The sky outside is so blue, the white clouds are so beautiful, the breeze is so fresh, and the fragrance of plum blossoms is still floating in the air. Everything is so beautiful, and the beauty can make the heart fly.

However, the warmth from him on her lips has not dissipated, and it can almost scald her heart. His smile is still in her mind, engraved in her mind like a knife and axe. His tenderness has long been fused into the flesh and blood. , she can not forget.

Just use his life as the price in exchange for his own life?

Just leave him alone in that dark and cold mausoleum again?

So I can no longer see his handsome face like a god, like in the previous life, who was deeply in love in the middle of the night?

So... living in a world without this man who loved her with his life?

No, no, she doesn't want to.

She doesn't want to.

The years of the two lives, the past of laughter or sadness, slipped through my mind one by one, like a row of flying egrets, flying through the vast world of ink painting and calligraphy.

Those intense, gray, colorful, or bleak past events gradually settled in the bottom of my heart, turning into a puddle of water, and gradually freezing into ice, submerging and freezing everything.

Enmity and hatred, fetters away, entanglement endlessly, hand in hand in the past, reunion in life and death, struggle and resistance, all turned into deep nostalgia in the end.

Lin Qingran glanced at the direction of the capital, there were siblings she cared about, she couldn't let go, but the person inside, she couldn't let go just like that.

Sister, Ming'er, I'm sorry, the only way I can accompany you is this far, please allow me to be selfish for a while.

This time, I want to accompany him.

—Even if it’s going to Huangquan.