Ye Qingxuan stared blankly at the stunning beauty in the distance—
Her slender and beautiful body was wrapped in a robe that was as pure white as her face. When the breeze blew and the white robe fluttered, her body seemed to be flying away with the wind. Her bright eyes were like Hanmei Aoxue is distressing and intoxicating!
The beauty stared blankly at the withered flowers in her hands, and finally sighed, slowly got up, then frowned, covered her chest with one hand, and leaned on the stone table with the other hand, it took a while to feel relieved, and it was better than holding her heart together. Xizi is more distressing and heartbreaking.
"Snow Song—"
Ye Qingxuan let out a mournful cry, but disturbed the beauty, turned her head and frowned slightly, her face turned cold, Mei Yinxue turned away as if she didn't know Ye Qingxuan.
"How could this be?" Ye Qingxuan turned around and asked.
Duan Sanshi was ashamed and silent, but Mr. Huanye, the "No. 1 genius doctor in the world", sighed and comforted him: "Don't worry, boy Ye, Miss Mei forced herself to move herself in order to keep her pulse alive [Taisu Ice Soul Art]]Sealed himself, although the fracture of his heart was connected by the old man, and the poisonous [Golden Spikes] in his body was also cleared, but because of the haste of freezing for a long time, unfortunately he injured his brain and lost his memory. She doesn't remember anything about the past few years... "
"Really... don't recognize me?"
Seeing Mr. Huanye shaking his head, Ye Qingxuan's heart sank to the bottom of the sea, with nowhere to go.
"I've never heard of such a situation. As for when she will recover her memory, I really can't guarantee it. It may be a month, a year, or a lifetime..."
Duan Sanshi turned pale with shock, and hastily tugged at Master's sleeve, motioning to stop him.
It was Tang Rou who knew how to comfort others, and said, "Don't worry, Ye Zi, we will help you together, and Miss Mei will definitely think of you."
Feng Daren, who is a little ghost, also pretended to be mature and persuaded: "Yes, Brother Ye, Sister Mei's memory will definitely recover... And even if it can't be recovered, there will be no grass anywhere in the world, and there will be more people chasing you... Oh, you Why did you hit me?"
Feng Daren was so benevolent, he glared angrily at Meng Yuanyun beside him, but was glared at by Feng Qingqing, immediately stuck out his tongue and got out of the crowd.
This kid Feng Daren is really like what Meng Yuanyun said, "a little boy with a big head" and "a bear with many ideas". As soon as everyone came out of Zangfeng Valley, they saw this kid smiling and waiting for everyone.
He would not hide and cry, but packed his bags long ago, and ventured into the rivers and lakes with everyone.
"I'm sorry, Brother Ye, Daren can't speak..." Feng Qingqing blushed and explained.
Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, "I'm fine, you go, let me stay for a while."
Ye Qingxuan felt a pain in his heart at this moment.
Once the matter in Hedong Mansion was over, the group arrived at Kaifeng Mansion, which is very close to Luo, and at the same time returned the ashes of "Golden Mace" Zhu Shengbei.
The large-scale memorial ceremony has been going on for more than seven days. What Ye Qingxuan didn't expect was that Mei Yinxue, whom he had been thinking about all the time, had been rescued by Mr. Huanye, but it was a pity that he hurt his brain and lost his memory of himself.
Ye Qingxuan was extremely sad in his heart, but also extremely happy.
Yinxue was finally fine. Although her heart ached occasionally, she was alive anyway.
In desperation, he had no choice but to accept this reality, hoping to have a chance to activate Mei Yinxue's dormant memory bit by bit. It's just that Mei Yinxue, who had lost her memory, returned to her previous coldness, making it difficult for Ye Qingxuan to get close to her.
Ye Qingxuan sat alone speechless.
Everyone didn't dare to disturb and left one after another.
Everyone had worried expressions on their faces, but no one noticed the smug expression from the corner of Zong Xuan's mouth—
Except Qi Rulin.
…
"Happy King" Huangfu Yanzhao was in a very depressed mood.
Although the "golden mace" Zhu Shengbei and himself have the name of master and servant, they are better than brothers.
Back then, Zhu Shengbei gave up the chance to be on the "Tianjue Ranking" for his own sake. He was ridiculed by others, but he followed him all the time. Such kindness is really not humane.
The all-powerful Zhu Shengbei back then, now there is only an urn left in front of Huangfu Yanzhao.
No matter how beautiful he was when he was born, he was not a handful of loess in the end
With just one blow, the long-lived emperor's great-uncle suddenly aged dozens of years. The handsome gray beard was extremely messy at this time, without any care, it was just let loose on his chest so casually.
"Juncheng?" Huangfu Yanzhao asked without any focus in his eyes.
"Sky Opening Axe" Duan Juncheng took a step forward and asked in a low voice: "My lord, what are your orders?"
"Has Lao Zhu's cemetery been chosen?"
"The best one is next to the prince's mausoleum..."
"Okay, okay, okay..." Huangfu Yanzhao nodded, "After a hundred years, I will have a good drink with Lao Zhu."
"Yes." Duan Juncheng sighed secretly.
After expressing his emotions, Huangfu Yanzhao's complexion sank, and he asked: "The boy of the Demon Sect is really bold. Old Zhu's revenge must be avenged! Let Wei Wujiu come back, and then tell Sihai Pavilion to give I will investigate the whereabouts of the people in the Demon Gate, and you two will be ready for me, no matter who they are, they will be killed on the spot. I will build a demonic skull palace for him in front of Lao Zhu's grave."
"As ordered."
…
"Sun Sword" Beiming Yuhong was in a panic like a bereaved dog.
His whole body was stained red with blood, and there were no less than dozens of sword strikes, and there were as many as seven or eight sword strikes that could threaten his life.
The four famous swords of the world-famous Beiming family no longer exist, and everyone except him died.
He didn't die at the hands of others, but at the hands of his own patriarch, the man named "Bei Ming Wudi" but his real name was "Shangguan Yifeng".
And he is the only Beiming family member who knows the truth.
If it weren't for that letter, he would never have believed it was true.
But because of this accidentally discovered letter, it brought them the fate of the four famous swords.
Now that the letter has been dealt with, only the guy who grew up from childhood understands the meaning of the code word.
Beiming jade carving...
You must find that letter, the Beiming family can only rely on you...
There was a sound of clothes ripping through the air, and a shadow with strange movements blocked the way. The night was dark, and the blue mask on the opposite face was even more terrifying.
"It's you? Yan Sheng, the 'green-faced ghost'?" Beiming Yuhong gritted his teeth and shouted: "The old thief is exactly the same as you, do you think that the 'Tianji Pavilion' is exhaustive? Tell you, sooner or later your conspiracy will be overthrown." Everyone in the world knows..."
"Green-faced ghost" Yan Sheng snorted coldly, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, these things have nothing to do with you..."
As soon as the words fell, Yan Sheng threw out his ghost sickle.
In the air, it was Beiming Yuhong's hair that fell off this time.
If he hadn't flashed so fast, the severed head might have been broken.
The chains are all over the sky, and the scythe is like lightning.
The sound of clattering gang qi pierced the air.
Beiming Yuhong flashed his movements seven times in a row, but he couldn't get rid of the sickle connected with the chain.
The blood in Yan Sheng's eyes became thicker again, as thick as fire.
A black sickle, a pure white sword.
When the sickle and the sword collided, sparks burst out, as brilliant as the sparks emitted when meteors collide.
The sparks and the anger in his eyes almost burned Beiming Yuhong, and the "sun sword" in his hand shone with dazzling light. It was originally a sharp move, but he was weak after losing too much blood.
Yan Sheng's cruelty, anger, ruthlessness, and quickness have all been revealed under his scythe.
With a backhand scythe, he lightly slanted upwards.
Beiming Yuhong clearly saw that his attack and position of the scythe could be dodged, but when the scythe came before his eyes, he still couldn't dodge it.
The sickle light streaked across, and blood spattered.
The blood splashed and fell like snowflakes.
The snowflakes are desolate, but the bloodflowers are passionate.
There was a deep wound on Beiming Yuhong's left shoulder, and he could already feel his strength gradually disappearing along with the bleeding.
He had shed too much blood, and he was no longer Yan Sheng's opponent.
There is no blood in Yan Sheng's eyes anymore, his eyes are as red as roses, but the sickle is still pitch black, as strange and distant as the moment before death, but it is like the hug of your best friend looking at you.
Beiming Yuhong's pupils seemed to be expanding, and he could no longer see anything, only two colors.
Black and silver.
Since then, there will be no more "Sun Sword" in the world.
When the sickle cut towards him, he didn't see the sharp edge of the sickle, but only saw the darkness.