Chapter 857

“…… We're not in the story. "

Lu Zhengkang could hear her words clearly.

"Qingningzi, would you like to."

She is silent.

Lu Zhengkang could not turn his head around, and he would never explore his mind to observe quietly. He abides by this little promise, even if he turns around.

The sound of the water screams, and the echo in the cave is faint. Lu Zhengkang hears the sound of the water drops, and his wet feet step on the rock surface, making a clear dada sound, getting closer and closer.

The smell of turpentine is getting stronger and stronger. The removed sword and sword box rely on the ancient stones to suppress the moss. After fading the cool feeling, the gentle fragrance of flowers has a wonderful sense of existence. It's like a sunburnt tassel. It gently closes Lu Zhengkang's neck. He feels the blood suddenly retract to his heart. Therefore, his back is cold.

It's no more than a foot apart.

He could almost hear the drops rolling on the skin.

Fragrant, her sense of existence is like a brilliant transpiration of the rays, there is heat, brightness, there is quality, is his too element, such as the road running.

The distance is less than a foot, separated by a tiny distance.

Lu Zhengkang whispered, "qingningzi, you are not afraid Am I not a good man? "

"There are so many things in the world of mortals. Meeting you is like waking up. Since then, there are so many wonderful things in the world. Lu Zhengkang, I've never seen such a bright starry sky. "

Lu Zhengkang slowly stood up and looked up. From the crack of the mountain, he could see a line of deep sky. It seemed that there were only two of them left.

He felt a deep comfort, a natural need for companionship to be met.

"I've never seen anything like this before."

Qingningzi's lips are shaking. She seems to be shivering. She wants to say, turn around, but she can't say it. The moment in front of her is quiet and comfortable. It's like a good dream once in a hundred years. She's afraid that she will go further and wake up. When she saw Lu Zhengkang, it was her soberness and her deep sleep.

The air is comfortable, too. Thick paste open a layer of cold water vapor, in the near surface, with the fine airflow rotation.

Lu Zhengkang no longer spoke, Qing ningzi no longer spoke, the air no longer spoke, the stars and the moon no longer spoke. Later, even the sounds of the mountains seemed to fall into sleep. Only occasionally, from a very distant place, came the faint cry of startled birds.

The flowing time is ticking in my ears.

He knew that he could hold her in his arms with just a slight turn. But he kept his word.

Qingningzi tentatively raised his hand, and the shadow of his fingertips swam on his gorgeous Taoist robe, from the hem to the waist, and slowly to his shoulders, broad and tall.

The shadow is more active than the entity, just as the subconscious is more active than the mind. Qingningzi's eyes appeared in front of him. His wet eyelashes seemed to be stained with dew. In Fengcheng's night, he looked at her like this. Qingningzi didn't know at that time. He could see it, but even if he knew, he couldn't really see qingningzi's eyes hidden behind the magic.

Since then, qingningzi has remembered his eyes.

The palm of his hand reached forward and touched the clothes wrapped in body temperature. It was hotter than he thought. He seemed to sigh.

Qingningzi was stiff.

Lu Zhengkang stepped back and let his back intrude into his arms. He put his hands back through his ribs and gently hugged her waist. His fingers clasped together, as if he would not separate.

Qingningzi gently pasted his cheek on his back to let his temperature disperse the coolness of the cold night.

"Lime, lime." Lu Zhengkang whispered.

She just made a low response, and there was a reserved promise in the aftertone of her breath.

"In this life, we will live together."

"Good."

Qingningzi's sword spirit is shining, like a lightless pillar of light, straight into the sky. Her star shines in the sky. This is a promise about fate.

In the southwest of central China, on the Qinglian sword sect, Sheng Yan, standing on the edge of the cliff, looked up at the sky and said in surprise, "Xiao Ning'er, it's a big oath. How can she..."

Shushan sword pool trembled. The leader stepped out of the sword house, looked up at the stars, and said happily, "I, Qinglian sword clan, have another true immortal seed!"

Lu Zhengkang felt that she floated gently behind him and wanted to fly away from his arms. He fumbled in a hurry and held her wrists in his hands.

"What's the matter with you, lime?"

"Deer, today is the time for me to become a elixir."

Wutong sea eye, hidden in different time, the parasol trees reveal the great shadow, in the cloud of the Tibetan world, the superhuman powers of three heads and six arms will cast their sights on the northern end of the middle continent.

"Look at me."

Lu Zhengkang finally turned around, only willing to let go of one hand. After turning around, he held her tightly again.

Qingningzi is floating in the air without any force. It seems that she is not bound by the earth and is about to enter the cloud. Lu Zhengkang can't feel her weight. She is driving Lu Zhengkang upward. The surrounding aura forms a cyclone with a diameter of 100 li. The eastern foot of Kunlun Mountain is full of energy in the wind, making a rustling sound, and all things awakened at once make a noise."Deer, don't let go, don't let go." Qingningzi half closed his eyes.

"Well, I'll never let go." Lu Zhengkang comforted her softly.

The golden elixir achievement, the personal doom is different, qingningzi has the aura to infuse the body, but the God idea actually falls into the lethargy, the heart evil spirit makes trouble, between success and failure.

In the sky and the earth, the golden atmosphere is like boiling soup. The stars of the white tiger in the West are bright and endless. In the sky, there are countless monks secretly watching, watching a man and a woman holding hands floating in the air, and constantly flying up.

Like a water blue butterfly pulling the red flame.

Geng Jin Qi was so strong that it rushed into qingningzi's body from the fontanelle and overflowed into Lu Zhengkang's meridians. He thought that he couldn't delay qingningzi jiedan, so he quietly operated the secret method, refined Geng Jinqi and injected it back into qingningzi's meridians.

The two hands, on the left side, continuously pour into the primitive Geng Jinqi between heaven and earth, and on the right side, Lu Zhengkang passes the essence of Lingqi. In this way, the speed of qingningzi jiedan is greatly improved, which means that Lu Zhengkang is willing to be a tool man.

The boundless wind blows the water vapor in the air, turns into ice crystals, rotates, and covers their figures. A small, silvery whirlpool in the moonlight has been flying towards the sky.

In the immortal platform, xuanyouzi was awakened by the agitation of aura between heaven and earth. As soon as he went out, he saw his younger martial brother holding Yangguan girl and flying away.

"No That's too much. Younger martial brother, you are attracting attention. "

Lu Zhengkang didn't care about the attention. He just had some regrets and his peace was interrupted.

In front of him, qingningzi was as transparent as ice, and his meridians were shining. From the Dantian, his aura gathered together, and he was a shining silver star.

She had closed her eyes completely, as if in a dream of fear, her hair was scattered, and her hair was like a waterfall hanging in the sky. Her face was bright, but her expression couldn't stop sadness.

In the sky, she whispered, "Deer..."