Supreme Demon

The sky is getting darker, and the sun's afterglow is being torn by the void, like a round of meniscus, hanging on the void.

The faint light is faint, and a touch of water vapor in the mountains is simmering. In the sun's rays, a few cents of scent are flashing, and this piece of wilderness is set off against each other, presenting a vivid picture.

Jincao is alive, crawling over the whole mountain, and a plant of old trees stands in the sky. Because of its misty water vapor, it looks lush, like a **** who is breathing, greets the setting sun, and stands proud of the ancient sky.

Lingcheng, Lingwu Mountain.

This mountain is buried with the laughter and laughter, the grievances and hatreds, and the memories and years of many people. Because of the blood disaster, most of the martial arts that adhere to this mountain are killed. Only a few martial arts can survive. .

The years are old, the heavens and the earth are dead!

Although this mountain is still full of spirituality, it is already a barren mountain. Once the blood was over, but it hurts the ancient times, people are not willing to build up power on this, and things are human and not completely unnecessary.

at this time.

In the former barren hill of Lingwu Mountain, a small hut has almost been covered up by the wild grass, and the decaying bamboo and wood collapsed. Only the original site can be seen. The wind chime hanging at the entrance of the hut is still buried in the mud. Exposed to the outside, the steel is mottled with a little rust.

The grass in front of the door is very high. If it was 20 years ago, it would be faint to see the path covered by the grass. Now there is only the grass with deep waist, and the thatched house is only a few dead woods that sway through the wind. The grass is revealed.

Decay, ruin!

This huts are buried here along with the former characters, and there is a beautiful story.

suddenly.

The hurricane whistling, the grass was completely torn by this hurricane, banned from forming a trail, spread to the huts of waste land, a beautiful jade girl appeared in the hurricane, flew down and looked at the ruined hut Full of warmth, with a touch of heartache.

At that time, the story started here.

At that time, they were tender and sour.

At that time, he was only a child in the middle!

Her mouth was slightly bent, looking at the huts of the huts, as if thinking about the past, and then moving toward the huts, the surrounding grasses were removed, the soil was refurbished, and she was flattened with strength, as solid as a rock.

Not much time.

She threw away the decaying bamboo and cleared a large open space, but the wind chime in the mud was carefully picked up by her, and she was cared for in the palm of her hand, like a child.

"It's still there."

Her secluded opening, the sound is crisp, like a jaundice.

After obsessing for a moment, she made a very important decision. She flew to the bamboo forest in the distance, fell down the thick bamboo and wood, squatted on her shoulders, hurried back, and made the bamboo into a row. Inserted in the soil.

Bamboo and bamboo fell, the bamboo house has been produced halfway.

then.

She took a knife and fell, and carefully treated a piece of bamboo wood to become gentle and round. She was listed together to shelter from wind and rain. It was less solid and harder than steel dust. She was very happy with her dusty temperament. She was very satisfied with her masterpiece. .

then.

She put the bamboo and wood with the branches and leaves on the raised bamboo knots, and with the hard cane, the front and rear reinforcements, like a dragon snake wrapped around the bamboo, to outline the perfect shape.

A hut stood in front of her!

The wind blows through the shadows, and it is swaying.

"It’s not like it before." She smiled and opened her mouth. Although this hut was different from the previous one, it lacked the chill of the cold weather and had a warm taste. The former hut was like a refuge, but now it is more Like a home.

Family!

What a warm word.

"It's still a bed."

She smiled and cut the remaining bamboo and wood into a bamboo bed. It was very strong and would not appear squeaky in the huts. Moreover, the bamboo bed was reinforced and the rattan was passed under the bed to create a wonderful flower. The spirit of the spirit, even if it is a powerful force, may not be able to crush it.

This bed is large enough for two people to fall asleep.

This bed is more welcoming, enough for two people to be alone!

This bed is full of warmth and attachment to her entire youth.

"There is still a pot!"

"There is still a spoon!"

Her body is in a hurry, busy in these things, like a diligent little wife, is trying to create a home atmosphere, she does not know if this is a complete home, she just wants to take care of this before leaving. Feelings.

That's it.

"Do he like it?" She asked herself in her heart.

"He will like it!" she said affirmatively in her heart.

In the breeze, she was flying and her face was filled with joy.

In the setting sun, she had a faint sweat in front of her forehead, and her self-cultivation clothes were attached to her body, perfectly contouring her plump body.

call out!

Suddenly, the beautiful body flew away, and a delicate sword was taken over. The sword gas flew like lightning in all directions, piercing the endless wasteland, and pressing the grass to bow.

In an instant, the trees and plants flew in the same shape as the snow flakes.

When she flew down, the whole wasteland changed, and the endless grass actually formed two words.

Wind clear!

Ling Feng's wind, Ling Qing's clear!

A crescent moon climbs up the branches, it is the moon on the head, people are about after dusk!

After doing all this, Ling Qing was sitting quietly on the grass, washing and peeling a wild wolf that she had inadvertently plundered, and cooking it in the pot, under the slight fire. She is clear and full of charm.

She is such a simple woman!

I don't know when.

A young man has come to the wasteland. He stands in the grass and looks at the scene from afar. She looks at her own huts, making bamboo beds and cooking her own food. She is still beautiful, just like that.

His hands and feet are stiff and his mood is moist.

Such kindness, such cherish, even if it is the heart of the stone, he is moved by her. In these years, he lived for him. He fought in the battlefield and tens of thousands of blood battles. She paid too much for him.

can!

She never asked for anything, like a little wife who worked hard.

but!

She didn't know how heavy this feeling was, and let Ling Feng suffocate. This is a person in the world. If she loses herself, she will be unaccompanied. She will be lonely.

In the past, she had no direction, and she was working hard because of Ling Feng.

Now, she has the direction, but it is the direction of Ling Feng!

"sister!"

Ling Feng shouted low, but tears have fallen on the grass, he suddenly understood, she wants to copy the previous life, these years of war is not what she wants, she only depends on her life, even lonely.

He walked toward the hut step by step, looking at the wind chimes that re-hanged in front of the door, and the heart was more humid.

"Small wind, you are coming." Ling Qing came out with joy, and gently took Lingfeng to sit down.. "I stewed wolf broth."

"sister!"

"..."

Ling Qing’s body trembled, but he did not turn around, but said in the stiff voice. “Sit down and drink soup.”

"Ok!"

A bowl of warm wolf broth was under the belly, blowing some firewood, igniting in the huts, and then the two brothers and sisters snuggled on the bamboo bed, just like that year, the difference is that they are still young, their feelings Very simple.

At this time, it is a delicate touch, a skin of a look, but also the heart of the heart and the beating heart.

"Small wind, can I change my name?" Lingqing's faint opening, pretty and dark, is very much looking forward to.

"why?"

"I don't want to be your sister!" Ling Qing turned and looked straight into Ling Feng's eyes.

Then the truth is so persistent.

She doesn't want to be a sister, she wants to be a woman!

She said so clearly, how could he be confused?

"This... not so good?" Ling Feng said thoughtfully.

"..."

Ling Qing's eyes are gray, she has tried her best, she has exhausted all her thoughts, but some things are difficult to change. She is not a person who is good at expressing her feelings, but her heart is the most persistent one.

"I know!"

Ling Qing choked and said: "Only that talent is right for you."

"Only that talent is worthy of you, but I always want to give myself a little more time and make myself better." Ling Qing murmured. "I want to work harder to get closer to you."

"But I know better that this kind of thing can't be reluctant, but people are so selfish."

Ling Feng did not speak, his eyes were burning with this delicate woman, he knew the woman's feelings for herself.

"Ling Feng, I have fallen in love with you!"

Ling Qing’s tears flew down. “I’m having a hard time falling in love with others. What do you want me to do?”

"clear……"

"Ling Feng, if you don't love me, give me a child."

Ling Qing suddenly became excited, and said, "You left, at least I have a thought, I still have him."

Finished.

She tried her best to turn around and pressed Ling Feng under her body. The cold and cold jade lips slammed on the mouth of Ling Feng. The fragrant jade hand stretched out to Lingfeng waist, and the belt of Lingfeng was pulled and pulled. Rip off.

The jade belt is full and the hair is stretched.

It is the spring breeze that is the spring glory.

"I am afraid of being alone!"

Years of feelings, in the moment of separation, the Lingqing can no longer suppress, let the tears crawl through the delicate cheeks, let the heart of the swaying tear a heavy bondage.

At this moment, she only wants to work hard to love him for the last time.

This time, she wants a child!

How simple?

How silly?

Ling Feng stunned, looking at Ling Qing's close-knit face, his heart will melt, and he can have no feelings for her for so many years? It’s just this kind of thing that he hasn’t thought about how to deal with it.

But now Ling Qing devours his heart with so few crazy language and fascinating infatuation.

Ma'am!

He didn't want this woman to be hurt a little, even if she was herself.

He gently pushed away Lingqing and said to her eyes. "Clear, Ling is your last name, I mean I changed my name, it is called the world, or potatoes."

"You... hate!"

Ling Qing Jiao blush, said: "You don't want to change your name, I want your name to carry my last name, now and in the future, and you are the protagonist, the future of God, not even renamed."

"In the future, I will clear my spirit!"

Ling Qing looked at Ling Feng with insaneity and said, "Your Qingling!"

Ps.. driving a day today, tired, tired.

In addition, the emotional drama before leaving is a headache, the emotional white fragrance is trying to write, but not very satisfied.

The feelings of Ling Feng and Ye Xinran are fierce.

Ling Feng and Ling Qing know more sweet and sour, I will do my best to write, do not ask me if I am a double female owner, do not know the fragrance.

Let's take it one more time today. It will continue to be more and more in two days.

good night.