Bancheng Fengyue

The sky gradually darkened, and a few groups of dark clouds engulfed the zenith, and soon, the rustling autumn rain drenched the leaves of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

The Dragon Princess in his arms kept her head bowed and remained silent, her hands propped up against his chest as if she was holding on to something.

Her hair was also soaked, and a few crystal water droplets trickled down her neck and into the back of her neck, and Fu Cang couldn't help wiping them away gently with his fingers. He could have released the barrier, but at this moment he didn't want to block the rain very much. Her white clothes were half wet and stuck to her shoulders, and her hair dripping with water was entangled in strands, so he moved it for her. Open to flick the water droplets from the ends of the hair.

She moved slightly, and he hugged her even tighter. Her head seemed to want to hang down to her knees, and her soft voice seemed to be trembling: "I... my clothes are wet, I want to change one."

Fu Cang looked at her reddened nape for a moment, and finally let go of his hand slowly. Xuan Yi lowered his head and straightened his wet long clothes on the spot. His ears are also red.

All the gauze curtains in the bedroom were put down, Xuan Yi stood in a daze for a moment, then suddenly opened the moon window on the other side, turned over and jumped out without hesitation.

At this moment, she can't care about the pain in her feet. She has never run so disregarding her image in her life. She stepped on the mud with her bare feet, and all the gods passing by were stunned.

She has to go back to Zhongshan, she must go back.

In fact, she has lived a good life these years, reunited with loneliness, calm and at ease, Qi Nan never mentioned the name Fucang in front of her again, and she has kept the clothes and blank paper in the innermost drawer for many years. Don't take it out any more. If she had realized in the early years that eternal solitude was the best destination, then all these things that made her miserable would not have happened.

She had cut off all the past between her and him so cruelly and bravely. When the mortal him was hurt by her cold divine power of Zhuyin, she had secretly vowed that she would never repeat the same mistake again.

Don't let her self-willedness grow presumptuously, her love is always accompanied by hurt, he can't bear the third hurt, and her heart that is not so cold can't bear another toss.

Don't break the peace, okay?

If she continues to indulge her waywardness... Sigh, sometimes she gets so bad that she even fears herself, it's very hateful, for example, now, he really has no vision, and he wants to fall in love with her for the third time.

Go back to Zhongshan! If the barrier is erected again, ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years are just a snap of the fingers. She is no longer the little princess who feels extremely long after a thousand years.

With nothing under her feet, she stepped into a small pond and was splashed with muddy water. Xuan Yi stopped panting, brushed off her wet skirt in disgust, and looked around. The government also has restrictions on not giving Tengyun Yufeng, she... seems to have come from nowhere.

What a shame, lost for the first time in my life.

There was a white stone flower pot beside the road, her feet hurt so much, she simply sat on it to rest, anyway, everyone was running on two legs, even she didn't know where she ran to, and Fu Cang certainly didn't know.

The rain was getting heavier, washing away the muddy feet. Xuan Yi rested for half a day, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white dress in the distance.

She also thought it was funny, she chanted the mantra to set up a barrier, stretched out her fingers and flicked on the clothes, the wet rain was immediately bounced off, and her whole body became refreshed.

Fool, why do you need to change the goddess's clothes when they get wet, alas.

Putting on the shoes made of ice and snow, Xuan Yi looked around again, basically determined the direction of the back door, turned around and limped slowly up the corridor, did not take a few steps, and suddenly heard a few sounds from the distant front door With the movement of the sound technique, the huge bell rang for a while, followed by footsteps and shouts, all kinds of commotion, and the protoss in the nearby courtyard also ran out one after another, all looking very dignified.

"Another seriously injured and endangered general has been sent back to the upper realm." Several passing gods talked in a low voice, "It's better to be sent back to perish in time than to perish in the lower realm."

As Xuan Yi walked forward slowly, he strained his ears to listen to them.

Not long after, several protoss rushed over and shouted loudly: "It's a general from Bingchen's department! The priests have been sent to Huahuang Xiandao to inform Huahuang."

Bingchen Department? Flower Emperor Immortal Island? Xuan Yi suddenly stopped in her tracks. If she remembered correctly, Zhi Xi said that day that Gu Ting and Yan Xia were in Bing Chen Department?

She couldn't help taking a breath, Gu Ting is going to perish?

She was dazed for a while with a complicated expression, then continued to walk, finally reached the end of the corridor, suddenly gritted her teeth and turned back, grabbed a passing general, and asked solemnly: "Where is the general sent back by Bingchen Department? "

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The Zhengzheng Courtyard of the Yuhua Palace is the place with the most fresh air in the entire God Realm, and it is full of wood and phoenix trees. Before the disaster of the sea of ​​hatred raged, this place was often used as a place for generals to break through the realm of a dream for ten thousand years, but now it has become a place for seriously injured and endangered generals. The generals infected with turbid air cannot use any magic to heal their wounds , can only be healed after the turbid air in the wound is exhausted. For the gods who are not used to enduring pain, this process is really painful.

Xuanyi struggled all the way to Zhengzhengyuan. Under the wood fire and phoenix trees, there were already dignified Bingchen generals. Yanxia, ​​who hadn’t seen him for a long time, was squatting at the door and crying. When she saw Xuanyi, she was taken aback for a moment. Immediately, he came up and grabbed her arm helplessly, choked up and couldn't speak: "Little sister, Senior Brother Gu Ting is seriously injured!"

The little princess of the Red Emperor still has the problem of being easily panicked whenever something happens. She just cries and can't explain what happened. The general of the Bingchen Department on the side explained: "I don't know what's going on with the old god. Lord Hu's third prince got into a fight and a big hole was broken in his back, which was infected by turbid air, but fortunately we arrived in time and sent him back."

When did Gu Ting become so courageous?

Xuan Yi quietly walked into Zhengze courtyard, listened carefully for a while, leaned on a moon window and looked inside. However, in the hall, Emperor Qingyuan and several generals of the Bingchen tribe were surrounding the ancient court on the soft couch. He was face down and motionless, his back was dripping with blood, and the dark turbid air was lingering around him. .

Fu Cang leaned over in front of the couch, carefully inspecting his injuries.

The emperor, who looked like the general of the Bingchen Department, kept sighing: "This injury... I'm afraid it will take more than half a year for the turbid air to clear up. I don't know if he can survive it."

Xuan Yi couldn't help sighing silently, it seemed that she couldn't be as ruthless as before, and the fact that Gu Ting might perish actually made her feel sad.

She likes him very much, although she hates his Shiquan Dabu Tang, but she doesn't want him to perish.

Fu Cang in the hall seemed to have noticed something suddenly, raised his head, and accurately caught her who was hiding under the moon window, looked at her quietly for a while, and then walked towards the window.

"Gu Ting's injury is serious, don't look at it." He blocked her sight with his body.

She really didn't want to see such a hideous injury, she lowered her head and grabbed her sleeve for a while, feeling speechless.

"I was waiting for you in front of Yuhua Palace just now, it looks like you lost your way." His voice was very weak.

That's right, she lost her way, and then her little conscience made her gnash her teeth and throw herself into the trap~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Xuan Yi could only respond in silence.

"Stay here, don't go."

He turned around and wanted to go back, Xuan Yi couldn't hold back and said lightly: "Will Senior Brother Gu Ting..."

Fu Cang didn't speak, he couldn't tell her with certainty that she wouldn't perish, and no one knew the result.

He returned to the palace and continued to check Gu Ting's wounds. The Bingchen Department is generally responsible for the aftermath. They are not top-notch fighters. The chances of facing the demons are not high. How did Gu Ting collide with the third prince Suihu? Up? Only Yanxia was with him when the accident happened, but she was so frightened that she just kept crying and no one could ask what happened.

Gu Ting's right hand has been tightly clenched, and some crumpled white petals can be seen from between the fingers. Fu Cang opened his fingers, and there was a bunch of crumbled King Shadow Grass waist ornaments in his palm, his brows could not help but frown.

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