"Ayi!" Fu Li turned her head and shouted, "The movement is so loud, Brother Ninth must be on his way! Come in and let the room heat up!"
Ah Yi stuffed Xue Mei to Yamada, jumped over the threshold, took a few steps inside, and slammed the door shut. He took off his shirt and immediately hugged his shoulders and said, "Why is it so cold!"
Shanyue's pillow was already wet, and Fuli said quickly, "You belong to fire, so you can withstand the cold."
Ah Yi simply sat at the window. As soon as he sat down, the spreading ice melted into water. Seeing that Shanyue's face was terrifyingly pale, Ah Yi stood up again and said anxiously, "Why hasn't he come out yet! How long will it take?"
Fuli didn't answer, she just said, "You sit!"
Ah Yi stood still. Strange to say, as soon as he entered, the chill was no longer entangled, as if he was afraid of his original body.
Outside the door, Yamada sat cross-legged with his gun in his hands, guarding the door motionless.
Zong Yin was surrounded by a heavy siege, he fell into the sea, causing a huge wave, and then a flood dragon broke out, disrupting the layout of the world. The blizzard covered the sky, the giant net rushed down from the thick clouds, and the dim light shone through the meshes, putting Zongyin upright.
"Sin Shen Zong Yin!" The god on the top of the head pressed down on the head, "Irregular feelings and arrogance, sin should be cut! And the evil spirits are born privately, and the sin is one more class!"
Zongyin slammed the ground with a hiss, and the mountains collapsed, leaving a long scar. He was about to come out, but the other party was obviously prepared. The net got tighter and tighter, and the net made the dragon tumble and crushed countless pines.
"Seven emotions and six desires are the eternal relationship of people!" Zong Yin stretched his neck and said angrily, "What the hell am I to blame!"
"Humans and gods have different paths." The god will wrap around the long golden light chain, restrain Zongyin's neck, and drag it upwards, "Wrong is wrong! There is a decision on Jiutiantai!"
Zong Yin jumped up and was dragged back to his body. He refused to go, his face was flushed, and his shirtless tore the gold chain around his neck: "God has the virtue of good life, and everyone has compassion! If you want to kill or cut, he will listen to you! Tonight my wife is in danger of dystocia, I will Don't leave her alone!"
The god pulled the force of gravity, stepped on Zongyin's shoulder, and said coldly, "For the gods, you are profoundly righteous, and you are still ruthless in your affairs. Tonight, the nine heavens and ten thousand generals are in full force, and there is no room for you to choose. Walk!"
Zong Yin slammed his knees in the snow, he pulled the chain around his neck and was dragged a few steps, his arms were stretched with blue veins.
"Break his arms!" The god general ordered, "Don't delay any longer!"
Zong Yin was pushed into the snow, and there was snow between his nose and mouth. He struggled and was dragged out a few steps. He noticed that someone was pulling his arms, and he said in a hoarse voice, "If you don't talk about Changlun in the Nine Heavens Realm, the laws of heaven and earth are nothing to Cheng Tianjun!"
The god will say: "Chengtianjun is the law of the three realms. You have an important position, and you don't even understand this truth. Do it!"
As soon as the god general's voice fell, he heard a sudden gust of wind, and the sound of pines in the mountains swayed. Feixue was fascinated. When he waved his sleeves, there was still Zong Yin in front of him, clearly standing in a azure uniform.
Jinglin's temples were slightly covered with snow, he brushed his sleeves in the wind and waves, and asked, "What did you just say?"
The god will feel the bone-piercing cold attacking the marrow, and his throat becomes extraordinarily difficult. His eyes slid along Jing Lin's temples to Jing Lin's eyebrows, and then took a step back, and the hand holding the sword hilt on his waist trembled.
"Jun..." The god general's knees softened, he stepped back in embarrassment, and shouted in horror, "Lin, Linsong-Jun!"
This sharp sound ripped through the wind and snow, and the endless sea of people immediately looked back. Jing Lin stood here, neither looking sideways nor dodging. His fingers swept through the air, and the scabbard appeared from his palm in the strong wind.
Jing Lin slowly drew his sword and took a step.
This crowded crowd actually took a step back, just like the Nine Heavens Terrace 500 years ago. They were silent, watching in silence, and retreating in fear, and no one could draw their swords in response.
The bloody storm is still deeply remembered to this day. To kill Gejun, he had to kneel on the ground with a spear, and the lotus pond in the Brahma altar became a blood soup.
Who killed your father
Lord Linsong, who has been talked about repeatedly for five hundred years!
Jinglin looked at thousands of people, and the sound of "Qiang" of the Yanquan sword suddenly burst out. Jian Feng picked up the snow, and when he faced the wind, his sleeves blew, and his hair swept through these eyes, which was no different from the pair in their nightmares.
When Cang Ji came forward, he saw the green light of Yanquan, and the gods had already scattered birds and beasts. He jumped down and rushed straight to Jing Lin. Jinglin looked up from below, and the two smiled at each other.
"Heart-"
When Cang Ji spoke, he felt a tremor in the world. He was about to land, but when he raised his head, he saw something "swish" thrown out of the cloud, and it slammed between him and Jing Lin.
The wind and snow stopped abruptly.
A double-sided bronze mirror stood quietly between the two.
Seeing that the bronze mirror hook pattern is simple and simple, Jinglin's heart moved, and Yanquan Jian first buzzed and vibrated. He clasped the sword with one hand, and saw his own figure reflected in the environment, then rippled like water, and changed into the appearance of Cang Ji again.
Jinglin looked at Cang Ji in the realm, "Cang Ji" opened the umbrella, showed his face, and said to him in the rain, "It really is my heart!"
Jing Lin's hand clasping the sword immediately froze, and there was a sharp pain in his chest. He took a step forward in astonishment, and felt that this scene seemed to have happened somewhere, which made him in a trance.
"Brother..." Jinglin whispered unconsciously, "Brother."
"Cang Ji" smiled and replied, "Do you faint? Does it hurt? How can you lose so much weight..."
It seemed that there was rain in Jing Lin's hair, he looked up blankly and saw that the world had changed. The snowy night in the mountains has turned into a Ming Jintai, and the platform is empty, only the "Cang Ji" standing in front of it.
Jing Lin replied in a daze: "No fainting, no pain, no thin..."
"Cang Ji" reached out to hug him, and Jing Lin watched the man approaching him. "Cang Ji" hugged him half body, and Jing Lin's sword was pushed back. He was about to speak, but heard a "stab" sound.
"Cang Ji" turned into a dragon claw with one arm, and digged straight from the back to the back of Jing Lin!
Cang Ji on the other end smiled and asked the mirror: "What are you doing in front of the mirror? Come to me."
Jing Lin at the border seemed a little confused and said to him, "I'm a little cold."
Cang Ji said, "I'll hold it."
"Jing Lin" raised his sword and greeted him, looked at Cang Ji, and said, "It's cold on your back."
Cang Ji said unexpectedly, "Then give me a hug."
"Jing Lin" was faintly excited, and he walked to Cang Ji in a few steps, waiting to be hugged. Cang Ji shook his hand, snorted a few times, and said, "It's so cold..."
The bronze mirror suddenly made a loud bang, and one hand slammed on the end of the mirror, blood dripping down the surface of the mirror along the finger. The people over there smashed the mirror hard, Jinglin's back shoulder was blood red, and he hit the mirror with his elbow.
"Everything you see is illusory!" Jinglin snapped, "Cang Ji!"
He gave Cang Ji this name, which he didn't call until today. So jerky, so urgent. But to no avail, the bronze mirror seemed to separate a layer of boundaries, he could clearly hear Cang Ji's voice, but Cang Ji couldn't hear his voice.
Jinglin slammed a punch on the mirror, and the wind swept away behind him, and he immediately dodged. When the "Cang Ji" dragon claws smashed over, it twisted the wind and could easily crush Jing Lin's spine. Jinglin's back shoulder was scratched, and he turned the sheath to block, and then his entire body was hit by a huge force on the mirror.
The mirror surface snapped loudly, Jing Lin's arms were unstoppable, and it was hard to breathe under the pressure of the dragon's claws. He raised his neck and exerted force, knowing that he was unable to defeat this dragon. He followed his long legs and kicked "Cang Ji" on the shoulder. "Side neck.
But "Cang Ji" was unmoved by it, his scales gradually covered his body, unless Jing Lin pulled out the Yanquan Sword, it would be difficult to resist.
Jinglin's ankle was caught, and then he was smashed to the ground. He opened his mouth and choked blood, "Cang Ji" immediately dragged him and dragged him quickly. Jinglin stabbed the ground with a sword, and suddenly stopped the snow and dragged him. He had been dragged out with a bloodstain, and he was hit hard on the back shoulder, almost hurting his bones.
Who is the hardest person to beat
Of course his own lover.
Cang Ji was holding "Jing Lin"'s hand, but he didn't want the hand to suddenly hold him, he said, "This mirror..."
The Yanquan Sword was suddenly unsheathed, and the sword edge was pointed straight towards Cang Ji's chest. He was caught off guard, raised his arm to block the sword's edge, squinted and pulled, instead of retreating, he advanced.
"Jing Lin" Ling Feng swept across, and the green light burst between the two. Cang Ji swayed away, his palm did not dare to be gravity, and only exerted force on "Jing Lin"'s wrist. "Jing Lin" released the palm of his hand, and then the Yanquan sword clenched back and thrust it towards Cang Ji's throat. Cang Ji grabbed the tip of the sword, followed by grabbing "Jing Lin"'s arm, and he should have thrown the person to the ground by mistake.
But "Jinglin" looked at him, as if he could call out his brother the next moment.
Cang Ji's heart softened and he cursed secretly.
Cheng Tianjun, what a fucking genius!
Yanquan sword rubbed out from the wrong neck, Cang Ji avoided his head and dodged. He clapped his arms to repel "Jing Lin" by half a step, and did not want "Jing Lin" to turn around and restrain his elbows, the sword tip was sharp. The wind all over his body followed the sword, and Cang Ji didn't want to see the power of Lord Linsong at all. He bent his elbow against "Jing Lin"'s waist and abdomen, and stooped down when he slipped to dodge. "Jinglin" stepped into the air, and the Yanquan sword sprinted down like a military horse. Its intuitive feeling was far more frightening than that of the drunk mountain monk.
If it weren't for the wrong time, Cang Ji would want to hug him for a spin and praise him "playing well"!
The snow under his feet suddenly flew, and Cang Ji slipped back half a step. The Yanquan sword slashed straight to the key point in his throat, and blood lines appeared on Cang Ji's side cheeks. His arm suddenly hurt, and when he saw "Jing Lin" draw a talisman with one hand, three layers of green talisman shrouded his head and smashed it down, and his eyes were full of sharp edges.
Just at this critical moment, the bronze mirror was suddenly cracked. The next moment Jinglin rushed out, Yanquan's sword was as cold as mercury, and the sword of "Jinglin" was smashed into the air. He threw his head into Cang Ji's arms, followed Cang Ji's arms over Jing Lin's body, Jing Lin raised his legs against "Jing Lin"'s chest, and kicked the person out with force.
"Jing Lin" suddenly fell into the snow, but the fake Cang Ji's dragon claws pierced through the wind before Jing Lin's neck, Jing Lin gasped and retracted his legs. With an arm on the cheek, the dragon claws and the dragon claws slammed into Jinglin's eyes, and the storm blew away the fine snow in front of him.
The two didn't even say a word, and they cooperated perfectly.
Cang Ji hugged the person in one hand, pressed hard with the other, and stepped out. The strong wind swept through, and the "Cang Ji" dragon's claws gradually flexed. Cang Ji wanted to use more force when dealing with him, and grabbed him and smashed him to the ground.
The mountain below shook violently.
Cang Jiha let out a few mouthfuls of cold air, and then the double-sided bronze mirror cracked crisply, shattering into luminous light, and it was vertical in the flying snow.
The porcelain cup in the Nine Heavens Realm was struck by a "ding" sound.
Cheng Tianjun, who has been sitting cross-legged for many years, has a wide sleeve and a wide belt, and gently pushes the sunspot on the chessboard down.
The black jade chess piece sank, rolled on the stone slab with a "ding dong", and rolled all the way along the narrow road to the stone bed, and the sea of blood around it immediately stirred like boiling water. The seal runes appeared staggered, one by one was burned, and the man on the stone bed closed his eyes.
The broken gun that has been sealed for many years is ringing.
Ah Yi was watching his elder sister help with the production when the window behind him suddenly burst open. In a hurry, he threw out the Sanskrit chain and slammed the opponent's weapon.
The long spear came in, and the wooden window shattered in the next instant, and the cold wind rushed in. Yamada's face turned red, and he raised his arms to cover his face, panting.
Shanyue on the bed was screaming in pain, and Fu Li was already kneeling on the bed. She pulled Qiu and said sharply, "It's born! Hot water, Ah Yi, hot water!"
Ah Yi wanted to move, but found that he couldn't move at all. There was a quiver between his teeth, and he said, "You... how have you changed..."
Yamada's footsteps were a little staggered. He slid against the wall and said, "My sister... I..."
Fu Li wrapped the child, and before he could turn his head, he saw Ah Yi was suddenly hit by the side of the bed. The tables and chairs smashed over and over, Shanyue on the couch had gradually lost her breath, but Shenli Branch rolled into the cracks.
"Zong... Brother Zong..."
Shanyue said silently, her hair was covered with frost.
"Hot water!" Ah Yi slapped the side of the basin with one hand and hit his elder sister.
The frozen water in the basin suddenly boiled, and Fuli took the basin and groped for the ginseng branch while holding the child.
Yamada crossed the wall, and when the gun hit the ground, the whole house was about to collapse! Fuli looked back quickly, she hugged the child tightly and opened her eyes.
"Li Rong!"