Tied the parapet rope around his waist, Wu Ying laughed at himself: "It's ridiculous that everyone in the world guessed that I, Wu Ying, was so fond of Jin State's Siyun, but I couldn't get it, and I felt resentful in my heart. But... I didn't like it, I just like him..."

"If she saw you like this now, she would probably be very happy, right? This umbrella item will be returned to the original owner. In the future... I remember to hold an umbrella for her more. After all, she has been holding an umbrella alone for so many years, and she is still very lonely."

The boy Wuxie touched the blood umbrella, lowered his head and did not move.

After Wu Ying left, the proprietress came up and said in surprise: "I heard from the young man's claim that he was Wu Ying, the prince of Yue? Well... the red eyes and black clothes and pale skin should be fine."

His eyes slightly turned and fell on the young man Wuxie, and the boss's wife's eyes suddenly became extremely ambiguous.

"I'm so kind. I was in the inn and wanted to see Mr. Gu walking towards the black side of the detour and fall into the hands of the prince of the Ye family. For this reason, I've also drawn many small books in private.

As a result, not long after, the news came that the two became friends and brothers came, which made me so angry that I almost overturned the table.

Now I have seen a good show. Wu Ying, the prince of Yue, who is close to the ghosts and gods, is actually one of the protagonists.

Tsk tsk tsk... Young Master, are you from the top or the bottom? Come on... Tell me carefully, I have no inspiration to draw a small notebook for a long time."

The simple Wuxie couldn't understand anything, and pointed to his throat, then shook his head.

The boss's wife looked pity and thought to herself that the Prince of Yue was good at this.

"The braised pork is hot, objectively your wine...hey, where are you?"

The second brother held the plate in one hand and the wine in the other hand. He was about to serve the dishes but could not see the down-and-out scholar.

The boss lady rolled her eyes and said, "I've misunderstood my eyes. I thought she was a poor guy, but I didn't expect that she was a god who came down to earth. Two big dragons fought and had already left."

Wuxie heard the word "fight" and his eyes flashed slightly. He turned around and came to his second brother in a quiet voice. He picked up the plate and grabbed the meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

The little brother was stunned: "This..."

The boss's wife moved her eyes, and her dripping eyes slowly turned around Wuxie's body, and she said to herself: "This little body is quite tough, and it doesn't look like the one below, so just draw..."

His eyes suddenly lit up, and his breathing became a little heavy: "Then Prince Wu Ying is fine... This is really a life-threatening person! If this album is circulated, it will be a big profit."

"Hehe, it's okay, let him eat more, today's money for wine and meals will be exempted."

The second brother looked speechless: "This was originally prepared for the previous customer for free. Boss, please don't gild the face."

The proprietress coughed lightly, and watched the boy finish the braised pork in a few bites, and grabbed the wine jar again.

Gudong Gudong, after a jar of turbid wine, the boy's fair face was already red with the wine.

He shook his head, put down the wine jar, patted his cheek, and everything seemed to be very calm.

But the next moment, he rushed out of the inn like crazy.

The boss's wife and the little brother were stunned: "This kid is crazy!!!"

As soon as Ye Junqian and Wu Ying left the inn, they were unmanned deserted city thousands of miles away.

The boy could only run wildly in the desert like a beast through his legs.

He was not stupid, so how could he not hear Wu Ying's tone that was like telling his affairs after his death?

She made up her mind not to let him continue to follow her.

Even if he asks for everything, it is useless. In order to keep him in a safe place, he cannot guarantee whether she will knock himself out directly.

So he had to agree to her request very well and wait for him to come back in the inn.

But that thousand miles away was not something that he, a mortal, could have successfully arrived day and night.

...

...

The new moon hangs high, and the north wind in the desert is very cold.

The night is dark, and the hazy sky is shining with a light blue phosphorescence in the thin clouds under the cold moonlight.

In the desert city, two figures stared at the distance through the dilapidated ancient Great Wall.

Ye Jungan hit the broken sword in his hand and sang softly: "Copper bell, black flower, white flower, flowers bloom from the heart, flowers break from the bone, melting thick blood, ten thousand years, hate and joy, three lives and three lives, all things are difficult to solve."

Wu Ying looked at the man on the city wall coldly: "Is this the reason why you want to kill me?"

Ye Jungan smiled gently: "Since you know that all things are difficult to solve, the day when the flowers bloom, you will break your heart and burn your bones. Even if you are a ghost baby from Santuhe River, even if you have no way to live, why should you be greedy for the supreme power and destroy yourself? Ten thousand years ago, isn't it enough for you to eat my husband and gain eternal freedom?"

Wu Ying's blood pupils flashed with a strange light in the darkness: "It seems that you know a lot."

Ye Jungan said: "For thousands of years, you can't wash away your sins and killing obstacles. Ghost baby, you are indeed the most evil and most important existence in the world."

Wu Ying raised his eyes coldly: "It's not your turn to judge whether I'm evil or not. It's not your turn to decide who I should die under the sword, and it's not your ability to control me."

Ye Jungan laughed: "It's already reached this point. Do you still think your own life can be yours?"

Wu Ying sneered: "My fate is not my own, I cannot help you! And - I cannot help you!"

Ye Jun's dry lips filled with smiles: "It's interesting, I'm worthy of being a madman who dares to plant the seven realms forbidden flowers in his heart. It seems that you didn't bring the Blood Song Sword with you today. Although you won't win, you're still going to die.

Don't worry, after you die, there will be no trace of you left in this world, including that sword, I will find it and throw it back into purgatory."

"That depends on whether you have the ability!"

Wu Ying's eyes flashed with aura rays, his palm slapped at Yu Xie, and the bastard's gun body was roaring, and the purple thunder frost rolled from the sharp gun blade.

The spear cut through the extreme night, and the terrifying thunder dragon formed by three purple lightnings gathered ruthlessly breaking through the sky.

The yellow sand that was 100,000 miles deep on the ground boiled in an instant, and each yellow sand was filled with a terrifying thunder sound.

Thunder rolls of yellow sand for thousands of miles, purple lightning, dragons and dragons are in the nine heavens.

Under his palm, the entire sky condensed into a huge black vortex as dark as an abyss.

The yellow sand thunder came first, instantly submerging Ye Jungan's figure.

Ye Jungan didn't move a single step, and the gentle smile of a gentleman's wind was still between his eyebrows and eyes, allowing the yellow sand to sweep away, and the thunder fell on him.

The bent fingers hit the broken sword body again, and a few grains of star-like rust gray splashed out from the grooves on the sword surface.

The rust ash flashed lightly among the sand and thunder, and a loud bang was heard!

The Great Wall under his feet collapsed, and the yellow sand and thunder qi suddenly dissipated.

Within three feet of his body, the sword energy was scattered, and there was no grain of sand, and a ray of thunder fell in.

"Roar!" The three-headed purple lightning thunder dragon, which had a bit of sacred spirit, came instantly when Ye Jungan broke through the first attack.

Ye Jun didn't even raise his head, and the broken sword in his hand was waving a three-foot-long sword arc at will.

His hearty laughter sounded in the thunder sounds all over the sky: "If you can break through my three-foot separation, I will lose."

The three purple lightning thunder dragons were swept by the sword intent, and they roared and roared. The wild dragon body exploded in the night, scattering into thunder frost on the ground.

Wu Ying's pale and handsome face made her look more and more beautiful and ominous among the dots of thunder frost.

She opened her lips and sneered, as if she was disdainful: "It's really too naive. What's the point of losing in three feet? The one who really decides the winner or loses in the battle is not the living, but the deceased!"

Ye Jungan was slightly stunned and then smiled apologetically: "Sorry, you made a lot of sense. Then... please take my sword."

After the words came to his mind, Ye Jungan began to draw his sword.

The way he sets his sword is very consistent with his identity as a gentleman scholar, openly, casually straight, and... very powerful!

The Great Wall under the two of them has been corroded by time and time but has not fallen.

Under this sword, the bricks and iron nails accumulated by the loess directly exploded like firecrackers.

The vortex of the abyss in the sky quietly dissipated under the pressure of the sword energy, just like a drop of ink melting into the sea, causing several ink-colored ripples and quickly disappeared.

Wu Ying raised his head and looked at the sky: "You can't be considered as a disgrace to the heavenly tribulation with one sword."

Ye Jungan frowned. He didn't like to hear such natural words of praise from this person's mouth.

When the sword intent arrived, Wu Ying savagely fired his gun!

The silver-white gun body is surrounded by purple lightning, and the purple meaning is completely different from the purple lightning just now. It has stronger power and longer aura.

Purple meaning... even more extreme.

From behind Wu Ying, thousands of purple thunder flowers bloomed with a magnificent scene.

The tangible gun blade hit the invisible sword intent, and a long string of fire flashed under the night sky.

Ye Jungan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Ancient divine thunder, Nine-Dawn Purple Thunder? Your ghost baby's thunder technique has been well cultivated."

With just one sentence, Wu Ying had already broken through the sword intent, and the tip of the spear burning out thunder fire jingled and pointed it on the edge of the broken sword.

The sound of touch was extremely light, as if a silver needle had fallen to the ground.

But the yellow sand land around the two of them burst out hundreds of sand pillars soaring into the sky.

Wu Ying's pale and beautiful face appeared in the lightning with a cruel smile: "Three feet? What I want is more than just three feet?"

The tip of the gun moved a few inches again, and seemed to be moving casually, but Ye Jungan felt an extremely powerful pressure.

The pressure quickly turned into a huge and endless force of gun force, forcing his clothes to tear in the wind, and his hair that was tied up randomly exploded directly, and his long black and gray hair danced wildly in the energy.

The sharp spear tip was still on the sword's edge, but wisps of blood began to penetrate Ye Jun's head, dyeing his hair and face red.

Ye Jungan's face finally became a little solemn.

He no longer sat cross-legged in the yellow sand, and gently patted his left hand towards the ground, and his body floated up ignoring the gravity.

The yellow sand under him kept rolling and condensed, and finally turned into a monument standing and lifted up his body.
Chapter completed!