Ning Linghou's sword power came in an instant, and his words were sharp: "When you are dying, there is still a beautiful woman by your side. Don't worry, I will let you burn to ashes in the same fire."
The face of his knife was covered with a purple-red flame, which was dense and close to liquid, and fell on the clouds below his feet, burning a large black hole.
Xiao Chengmo and Guan Xiaozhao have been unavoidable. In front of them was Ning Linghou, behind them was the city of Handan, and there were corpses and insects around them.
Ning Linghou swept across a thousand troops with a single sword, and the demon fire stretched from the surface of his sword, like a huge python, swallowing and demon-like energy came face to face. Xiao Chengmo grabbed Guan Xiaozhao over and fell down, kicked Yunzhou out, and hit the python's head, which could be broken up.
The gap between him and Ning Linghou was really too big.
Cruel and cruel, he said to Guan Xiaozhao in his arms: "Entering Handan City, are you terrible?"
The city of Handan is full of death, and even the monsters outside the city dare not enter.
Guan Xiaozhao hugged his neck with both hands, without hesitation: "Go."
The viper stung his hand, and the strong man broke his wrist. No one knows what the situation in Handan is now and how dangerous it is, but it is better than dying under Ning Linghou the next instant.
She had imagined the situation of going home countless times, but she had never thought about it alone.
Xiao Chengmo threw a few wind and thunder talisman in the direction of Ninglinghou, and then plunged into the city of Handan like ammunition shot by a catapult.
Yi Shui Xiaoxiao, think about me clearly;
I don't say the bandit, Lu Mingping wild.
Vote for me papaya, and report to Qiongyao;
Think about it today, and make sure your heart is clear.
As soon as they entered the city of Handan, they felt an extremely depressed atmosphere. Spiritual power seems to have been completely deprived of it, the divine sense cannot detect two hundred meters away, and the sight is only a few dozen meters away.
This city has lost all its colors.
The restaurants and inns are still hanging, and there are torn banners at the door. Everything is gray, the sky seems to be covered by a cauldron, and it will never escape.
Guan Xiaozhao almost couldn't breathe, her chest and back seemed to be squeezed by two steel plates, and her ribs were about to break. Some energy in the body seemed to be losing rapidly, but within a quarter of an hour, in this empty city, she actually had the panic of facing death.
She held the longevity sword tightly in one hand, and subconsciously grasped Xiao Chengmo's wrist in the other hand: "This is..."
"It's a dead soul."
Xiao Chengbao explained in a low voice: "Dead souls can't circulate in their thoughts, and they will consume the spiritual power and lifespan of all intruders. Therefore, there can be no living creatures in the city, nor can monsters."
Guan Xiaozhao's heart was heavy, but he forced an ugly smile: "So, if Ningling Hou chases into Handan City, you don't have to be afraid."
Xiao Chengbao and her both had a heart-felt pledge and an alliance with the Awakening Sword, and they had always connected with each other, and there was no way she was afraid. But he didn't click it, but said slowly: "Do you want to... go to Yijia to see?"
Guan Xiaozhao nodded gently: "Okay."
Handan, Yijia.
After nine hundred years, she finally returned home.
Unexpectedly, outside the gate of Yi's house, white lanterns were hung.
After the changes in Handan, the Yi family was completely destroyed, and no one escaped in Handan. How could anyone hang white lanterns for them after they died
A little scorching heat in Guan Xiaozhao's heart quickly spread, and she couldn't wait to open the door through the courtyard, pushing all the halls of the main courtyard away one by one—
There is nothing, not even the dust that remains uninhabited for a long time. Time stopped in Handan City, and in the end there was no sigh.
She leaned on the tall pillars and sat weakly on the steps. The corners of his eyes seemed to suddenly become fragile, and gradually deep bitter liquid came.
Xiao Chengpao stretched out his hand to touch the top of her hair, but curled up his fingers at the last moment and whispered, "Xiao Zhao."
"I have never completely believed in you and Lan Yuejun." Guan Xiaozhao raised her head and leaned on the pillar, her tears only had time to fall, and the rest was dried in her eyelashes.
She was more honest with Xiao Chengmo than ever before: "I don't have the memory of before the age of six, whether it is Guan Xiaozhao or Guan Xinyu. Guan Mulu and Yi Xiaoxiao, these are characters I am completely unfamiliar with."
Xiao Chengbao made no sound. He stood next to Guan Xiaozhao, leaning on the pillars, as if he were on the bank of Qingchi River under the spring rain of apricot blossoms, rather than the dangerous city of Handan.
"Actually, I remember it." Guan Xiaozhao stroked the bluestone jade brick under his hand: "I thought I had forgotten, but I remembered it all."
"When I came back here... I remembered it."
"I am sorry."
Xiao Chengbao said suddenly: "I was the one who got you in—"
"The Three Worlds Sword is your weapon. It should help you overcome obstacles, not become your burden."
He dropped his knee on one knee and slowly but firmly reached out to touch Guan Xiaozhao's hair sideburns: "I'm sorry... I not only failed to do anything for you, but also made you responsible for my imprudent actions."
Xiao Chengbao gathered a few strands of her hair into her ears, and then held her back of the skull, pressing her forehead against her forehead.
A little red oozes from Guan Xiaozhao's forehead and returns to Xiao Cheng's body.
Guan Xiaozhao felt the loss of the imprisonment of oath, and suddenly raised his head: "You..."
Xiao Chengmo released her hand from the back of her neck, but the two of them were still very close: "Between us, there should be no more heartfelt oath."
He can see the fine hairs on Guan Xiaozhao's cheeks, the glowing pupils, and the wet eyelashes—
Even in the gloomy city of Handan, it looks extremely beautiful.
At that moment, Xiao Chengmo thought he would do something. However, Guan Xiaozhao suddenly got up and even hit his jaw.
Guan Xiaozhao clutched the top of his head, bumped twice like a disoriented bee, and then hurriedly ran to a courtyard—
Xiao Chengguo knew that this was not because of the ambiguous atmosphere or anything else, but because Guan Xiaozhao thought of something.
Guan Xiaozhao ran all the way, her spiritual power was blocked and her strength was squeezed, making her pant. What she saw in front of her made her chest and lungs feel like old bellows, squeezing her internal organs.
—Followed by Xiao Chengmo, he also saw it.
Hundreds of coffins were neatly stacked in the courtyard, completely filling this wide courtyard. In the center of the courtyard, there is a thick apricot tree, which has long lost its vitality, with a few dead leaves hanging scattered.
Guan Xiaozhao staggered back a few steps and bumped into Xiao Cheng's chest. After a few layers of vestments, he could clearly feel the trembling of the person in his arms—
She saw her family for the first time, but they were already cold corpses.
"Xiao Zhao, Xiao Zhao." Xiao Chengmo pulled her over and repeated her name, trying to recall her sanity: "Nine hundred years... have passed, Xiao Zhao."
She had no tears and no voice, but Xiao Chengbao knew that she was crying in her heart.
For the hesitation of the past, but also for the powerlessness of the present.
"Why did you name me Xiao Zhao?"
Her voice was extremely low, but very clear.
"I know.'Yi Shui Xiaoxiao, think of me Zhaozhao...'" She didn't wait for Xiao Chengmo's answer, but said to herself: "When Guan Mulu asked Yi Xiaoxiao to kiss me, she played this song on the wall of Handan. ."
"How many people envy Yi Xiaoxiao... Even 900 years later, some people talk about it. But now—now—"
Her tears finally fell on the ground at this moment: "What is left! Dead souls, hero coffins—"
"But the people who are alive are still alive." Xiao Chengbao hugged her and leaned her forehead on his shoulder: "These dead people also want you to live."
The time in Handan City is chaotic. It drastically extracts the passing of life, but when you are in it, you can't feel the turning of time at all.
Maybe half a quarter of an hour, maybe a quarter of an hour, maybe just a few snaps. Guan Xiaozhao swallowed all the surging emotions and gently pushed Xiao Chengmo away: "I'm going to the ancestral hall to see... Maybe there are still ancestors' tablets."
Although children before the age of six don't remember much, they don't even have fragments of memories. Guan Xiaozhao felt that perhaps when Yi Xiaoxiao sent her away, he used some method to block Guan Xinyu's childhood memories.
And now, returning to the old place, let those fragmentary memories gradually wake up.
With the direction in her heart, she found the ancestral hall smoothly. The door was thick and silent, and the paint on the threshold was still full, as if nothing had happened.
The Yi family's ancestral hall is wide and grand, which makes people feel awe. After all, the ancestral hall is a private place. Xiao Chengbao originally wanted to wait outside, but when Guan Xiaozhao crossed the threshold, he glanced back at him.
He couldn't tell what emotions were in Guan Xiaozhao's eyes, maybe it was at a loss, maybe it was heavy.
It was just this glance that made him walk into the Yi family's ancestral hall.
There were so many tablets for the incense, Guan Xiaozhao knelt on the futon, first respectfully kowtows five heads, and then sat down on his knees, looking at the tablets of Yijia one by one.
And in the bottom row, it says Yi Xiaoxiao impressively!
The memorial tablet was not signed for worship, but to contact the neat hundreds of coffins, it could only be Yi Hanzhi!
But Handan City has no entry but no exit, and even Xiao Chengmo couldn't find a way to leave Handan City for a while. How did Yi Hanzhi collect and worship Yi's corpse
She turned her head and looked at Xiao Chengmo, her surprise was beyond words.
Xiao Chengmo stepped forward, knocked his head on the futon next to her, then stood up, picked up the ashes in the incense burner and smelled it.
"... is this year's new ash!"