Earth's ancestral home, on the sofa in the living room.

Xia Yatou's chest was full of blood, and the bright red blood trickled down, staining the skirt of her clothes. Her pretty face was even more pale and weak, her eyelids seemed to be falling asleep, they closed weakly, and then opened them with difficulty.

"Miss, Xiao Yanyi... I can no longer stay with you!"

"It'll be fine, you'll be fine. Xiaoyan, don't talk nonsense, Ye Xing is trying his best to save you. He has Thunder Heart Chunmu, and he can definitely cure your injuries." Tantai Mengxue's beautiful eyes

Full of tears, she held Xia Yatou's little hand tightly.

In front of the sofa, beads of sweat kept falling down Ye Xing's pale face, and he was frantically stimulating the Thunder Heart Chunmu in his body, continuously injecting life energy into Xia Yatou's body.

The life energy of Tiandi Lingbao Leixin Chunmu has super recovery ability. Logically speaking, even serious injuries can be treated. However, Xia Yatou's internal wounds still have a very terrifying destructive energy remaining. This

A terrifying destructive energy was constantly cutting and destroying around Xia Yatou's heart.

Destruction is far easier than repair. It was not easy to reconnect the meridians around the heart, but in an instant it was cut clean by the terrible destructive force, and the injury continued to worsen.

That destructive power comes from the golden arrow. Not only Xia Yatou has it in her body, but Ye Xing's body is also suffering from the erosion of that destructive energy at this moment. But Ye Xing has a golden body, even if he ignores it, in a short time

It was possible to resist. However, Xia Yatou's body was very fragile compared to Ye Xing's, and the injury was to her heart, so the situation was very critical.

"Rogue, I...if I die, can you...can you bury me on Baiyun Mountain..."

"No! Shut up, who said you will die! No, you won't die!"

Ye Xing was hysterical, his face extremely ugly, and he was frantically sending life energy into Xia Yatou's body to contend with the power of destruction. However, the situation was not very optimistic. Even if he tried his best, he could only delay the deterioration.

The second hand of the wall clock on the wall in the living room ticks, and time passes bit by bit.

Xia Yatou's expression became weaker and weaker. The girl's complexion of eighteen or nineteen years old should have been rosy, but now it looked pale and gloomy. A peaceful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, her voice was breathless, and she murmured: "Smelly

Gangster, you know?

.The days when... in Baiyun Mountain were my happiest time. I remember that you liked practicing kung fu very much. You often pestered me and Miss, asking us to teach... teach you kung fu. Your kung fu was good at that time.

Oh no, I still remember the first time you took it

The bird jumped several times but couldn't reach the claws of Zhui Feng White Crane, and almost fell... like a dog chewing on the mud. Hee... hee... you... although you are a bit rogue and shameless, you have one advantage, which is indeed very good.

Be diligent, practice martial arts and fight hard

Like Saburo, he has made great progress. There is also Chunyu, that little girl who runs to you every...every day. She is the most addicted to TV...We all practice together, play chess, and watch TV, every day

Lived...lived carefree..."

"Sometimes I think, how great it would be if I could continue like this, but I know I have to leave one day. The young lady can only train outside for three to five months at most. The teacher... the teacher will definitely... definitely...

Recruiting us to come back. Hey... Oh my god... why... why is it so dark? Where... is this... where... wuwu... Miss, Xiao... Xiaoyan, I'm sorry... I'm thinking of you, right... right

...No...get up...you..."

Two lines of clear tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. Xia Yatou's little hands fell weakly on the sofa. Gradually, gradually, she lost all vitality.

There was deathly silence in the living room. Mengxue's dull eyes stared blankly at Xia Yatou on the sofa. She felt that the temperature of Xia Yatou's body was gradually decreasing and gradually began to become cold. She hesitated and stretched out her fingers tremblingly.

Putting it on the tip of Xia Yatou's nose and probing it, her whole body felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her pretty face was extremely white, so pale that there was no trace of blood.

Next to him, Ye Xing's body was completely frozen. He didn't need to investigate, because he already knew it right away while helping Xia Yatou heal her injuries. At the moment when life was cut off, the energy transmission was cut off, and Lei Xin

Chunmu's energy can no longer be fed into Xia Yatou's body, because it is already a cold body...

The wind blew gently, causing the wind chimes in the hall to sway gently.

"Ding-dong!" "Ding-dong!"

"Ding-ding-dong!"

The crisp ding-dong sound is a sad melody!

The relationship with Xia Yatou is very complicated. They often fight and fight, hurting each other, but sometimes they care about each other in their hearts. They are like modern best friends of the opposite sex, but they seem not to be. It is unclear and unclear.

Ye Xing only knew that at this moment, his heart was as painful as a knife, and scenes from the past flashed through his mind one by one.

"You bastard, you are so shameless!"

…

"Hee hee, you won't fall. Don't run. I'll take you to fly down. Hee hee, I'm grabbing you by the collar. You can't run away. You can't even walk... bastard, what are you doing? Let go!"

"

"Ah! I'm afraid of heights. I don't want to bungee jump!"

…

"You bastard, your martial arts skills are so bad!"

"Hee hee, the stinky gangster smashed the dog and chewed the mud! It's great, applaud and applaud!"

…

The past was like smoke, and the joy and laughter on Baiyun Mountain kept echoing in his mind, getting deeper and deeper until it was imprinted in his heart. Ye Xing knew that he would never forget the girl who called him a rascal.

"You stinky gangster...be careful!!!"

In a trance, I heard a scream of extreme horror, two lines of tears dripped from the corners of my eyes, and a wave of grief and anger rushed into my heart.

"ah!!!"

Roaring hysterically, the surging innate true essence roared out of Ye Xing's body, instantly filling the entire hall.

"Bang!" "Ping ping ping pong!"

"Kick-kick-kick!"

The glass window in the living room suddenly exploded, the TV LCD screen had spider web-like cracks, and the headlight on the ceiling shook violently and crashed to the ground.

"Cough!" "Cough cough cough!"

Amidst a violent cough, Ye Xing's body was crumbling, and blood continued to overflow from the arrow wound on his chest. Ye Xing turned a blind eye and continued to vent, and the entire living room was in a mess under the raging force of true energy.

"Yexing, Ye

…”

The howling wind stopped, and the scattered papers and bags gradually fell to the ground.

Ye Xing panted heavily, his eyes were terrifyingly calm, staring closely at the golden arrow still stuck in his chest like a wounded wolf. Suddenly, he grabbed the golden arrow and gave it a fierce blow.

pull!

"hiss!"

Heart-wrenching pain shot through his body, Ye Xing's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the golden arrow from his chest.

A wisp of bright red blood splashed out, bringing up a piece of bloody minced meat.

Tantai Mengxue hurriedly took out the golden sore medicine from her pocket, and applied it to Ye Xing's bloody wound with trembling hands.

"I'm fine!" Ye Xing's face was pale and weak, but he was holding the golden arrow tightly in his hand, holding on with all his strength, the veins pulsing between his palms, and his eyes were filled with the look of choosing and devouring others: "Madam, you

Do you know who made this golden arrow from the Zhou Dynasty?"

…

(Xia Yatou died. This was the first person close to Ye Xing who passed away. Like the protagonist, the author also felt very sad. The character written by himself has been with him in the book for nearly two years. In fact,

This book is not only pretentious and passionate, but also has a plot flow.

As I write this, the structure of the world has become more and more complete and stable. Many characters have their own life trajectories, the cycle of life and death, joys and sorrows, and I can't change it. I just follow the plot and write this story.
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