The city of Monkey King

Tianzhu Peak.

Snow, like goose feathers, falls from the sky and flies in the wind.

Falling on the ground, falling on the tree, falling in every place of the Kunlun area, wrapped the Kunlun peaks and silver.

A green robe, a footstep of snow, accompanied by the sound of wind and snow, slowly sounded at this peak.

White hair, flying behind him.

At the ten feet of the Xia Yurou tomb, Han Xiu’s footsteps stopped.

Looking at this tombstone, in the eyes of Han Xiu, it seems that there is a woman watching him.

The woman’s light blue dress, with a playful smile on her nice face, is a happy opening.

‘Han Wood, you are finally here. ’

Han Xiu, his body trembled fiercely.

After a hundred years, his ears heard this voice again, even if it was his own auditory hallucination.

She calls her own wood.

She said that she is like a piece of wood, and she is not too happy to laugh.

She said that she likes it...

I like this one myself, this dull wood.

White long eyebrows, white long beards, no longer a hundred years ago, the wind flutters around, Han Xiu’s eyes are suddenly red.

"Soft, I, come see you."

In the throat, there is a thousand pendants, which are exported.

Han Xiu’s footsteps, stepping forward again, step by step, went to the tomb of Xia Yurou.

This is the first time in a hundred years...

He came to her grave.

Face this tombstone, face it... her tomb, face it... her departure.

Looking at the word "Xia Yurou" on the stone tablet, Han Xiu twitched up and smashed the tombstone, and the body trembled fiercely.

A hundred years have passed.

However, that sentiment, the love hidden in the heart for a hundred years, is not reduced at all, but it is constantly precipitating, constantly brewing, if the wine is generally, more and more thick, more and more intense...

A tear fell from the corner of Han Xiu's eyes.

The Yunshui first repair, the owner of the Xiangge Pavilion, the Lord of the Kunlun Mountains, the monk who was regarded as a **** by countless monks, fell into tears.

This tear is like the gate of that sentiment.

When the gate opened, the centuries-old feelings rushed out, and the belly was in the chest.

In Han Xiu’s mind, in the past, Xia Yurou’s voice smiles, she admires her appearance, she envy her appearance, she looks angry...

Her lost appearance, her desperate pain...

The scene turned and passed.

Tears can't stop falling.

The Yunshui first repaired and cried out. In front of this summery tomb, leaning against her tombstone, I was immersed in that memory, like a child, crying!

This...

Postponed a hundred years of love, this love has been forever.

People are not there, love is, and life is forever.

After the huts, Qin Feng and Yun Ling looked at this scene, listening to the grief of Han Xiu's hysteria.

And the wine madman on the side, just drinking constantly, drinking constantly, did not stop for a moment.

Qin Feng is able to see that the eyes of the wine madman are already very fierce.

perhaps…

This is love.

Deep into the bone marrow of love.

It won't change with time, with space, with everything in the world.

True love will only love more and deeper.

Even though, the yin and yang are separated.

Vertical and horizontal, the years have become the wind.

Wind and snow, peaking on this day, whistling.

............

Xiancheng, six nine-point pavilions, nine major families, and many first-class forces, this time are gathered in the fairy city, even after the League has not left.

After all, according to the end of the league, it is necessary to select the ally, and then set up the Kyushu alliance, and select the Kyushu ally, so that it is the end.

But now that the Alliance has not yet been chosen, these people will naturally not leave.

Everyone is waiting, waiting for someone to come.

Three people are vying for an alliance. Three people must be together to start. Now only the last one, Qin Feng!

However, many people do not have any hope. After the last meeting of the League, basically one thing can be determined.

The position of the lord, this time seems to belong to Mo Xiong.

Everyone is not a fool. Anyone can see it. The Eastern Qing can't completely suppress Mo Xiong, and the Guangyuan monk will not compete for this position.

Not to mention other people.

As for the person named Qin Feng...

These forces are not unexplored, but it is really impossible to find out what news, and they have never heard of this person in Yunshui. It is really difficult for people to pick up hope.

What's more, the proposal of this three-person alliance is also proposed by Moxiong.

In the view of these ally forces, the three-person alliance, Mo Xiong proposed is nothing more than a form, so that Mo Xiong can become a ally.

What they are thinking now is how to tie the mountain to the mountain, so that their family power can maintain the existing status interests in the next change.

At first, only a small part of the forces turned to Yusushan.

However, after a night, it was suddenly discovered that those who had originally turned to Penglai, the monks who had belonged to them, disappeared silently and disappeared dozens of nights!

This incident suddenly caused panic!

Among them, the place where these monks and monks went, as long as the IQ is still at a normal level, it can be guessed.

This is the hand under the mountain!

Threat...

This is the threat of red fruit!

But there is no way for such a thing.

After all, even Penglai and the Xiaozhao Temple did not speak, and these forces did not have that strength.

After that, these forces were also unable to sit still, and they ran to Yusushan.

The residence of Mount Yusu is almost twenty-four hours a day, and the queues are all out.

A total of one hundred and eight lofts belong to the station of Mount Yusu.

The most central one, the nine-story attic, Moxiong knees on this pavilion, in his body, floating dozens of golden dan, these golden dan, are glory, or have been completely turned into stone .

Mo Xiong, finally inhaled, these Jin Dan exudes golden light, and the last vitality poured into his body, and then turned into powder to disperse.

For a moment, Moxiong’s vitality looks like a boom.

It can only be a matter of a few moments, like a leaking ball, the power of this powerful vitality dissipates most of it.

"Damn! Damn!!"

Mo Xiong clenched his fists and felt the Yuan Ying’s continually dying Yuan Ying, who tickles his teeth. He absorbed so many Jin Dan, but he just barely delayed his death.

It is useless to hate again. Ouyang Changchun is already dead. How can he still? !

"Upper."

At this time, the voice of a request was heard, but I did not know where it came from.

"Say!"

Moxiong sighed.

"Yes, yes, it is the Shangzong!"

The voice is obviously scared.

"The news came, the Qi family owners found Qin Feng in Kunlun Mountain, and they will come soon."

"Qin Feng...!"

When Moxon heard the name, he suddenly appeared to be killing!

He not only hates Ouyang Changchun, but also hates Qin Feng. It is this guy who let himself swallow the remedy without any preparation!

"This sect will definitely be you, frustration!"