Calm night, broken courtyard, Ling Chuxi's voice is so cold. It is like a piece of ice of ten thousand years old, but it is wrapped with a strong anger like a volcano, waiting for the moment of eruption.
"Ling Elder martial sister Ling, why are you here? " Situ crazy sword shivered and said, that one is pouring out of the depression, hard to bet back.
His hand was still pointing at Meixiu, and when he was at a loss, he forgot to take it back.
Ling Chuxi did not pay attention to him, just looked at the man, choked throat, eyes also have tears.
The man stood there, also like a stone carving, staring at Ling Chuxi.
His figure is no longer as straight and straight as before. He is bent like an old man in his old age. His white hair is endless and haggard. Only between his eyebrows, there is still a trace of the past Zheng Zheng pride.
"Yichen!" Ling Chuxi's tears finally rolled down his cheek, splashing the starting point of ice.
If you only look at the figure of the old man who is bent down like a candle in the wind, and his haggard face, almost no one can recognize it. In front of him, he would be the cool and arrogant Ling Yichen in the past.
But Ling Chuxi will not admit his mistake, no matter what he becomes, she will not admit it.
Past events, scene by scene, in front of the eyes, again and again critical juncture, like a steel gun in front of the plug-in figure, seems to be shaking in front of his eyes, Ling Chuxi's heart, knock ran broken.
In front of the water mist diffuse, only silent tears, but fall.
Ling Yichen looks at Ling Chuxi for a long time. In her eyes, there is a surprise at first, then a little bitterness. Finally, there is only endless gloom left.
"You know the wrong person." For a long time, his voice was hoarse and indifferent.
"Yichen, what's the matter with you? What happened?" Ling Chuxi can no longer suppress, a few steps forward, tightly holding Ling Yichen's hand, choked.
"Yichen, what's the matter with you?" Ling Chuxi's mind is a burst of colic.
His meridians and Qi sea were all broken, so broken that he could hardly find his divine sense. At this time, Ling Yichen, not to mention compared with the practitioners in the heaven, could not even compare with the ordinary people who had been sick for a long time in the Terran space.
Ling Chuxi couldn't even imagine how he could live to the present day after suffering such a heavy injury.
If she's not mistaken, his injury was in the turbulent flow of space. If it was not to save her, how could Ling Yichen be involved in the turbulent flow of space, and how could she be so seriously injured.
Think of the last moment, Ling Yichen face that faint smile, Ling Chuxi heart like a knife.
"I said, you know the wrong person." Ling Yichen retracted his hand and said calmly, but Ling Chuxi clearly saw the tear in his eyes.
Ling Chuxi noticed that Ling Yichen was wearing a long shirt, and the opening he had just torn when he fell to the ground. Endless sadness surged into his heart. At the same time, boundless anger was also burning.
Ling Chuxi fiercely drew out his long sword and walked towards situ crazy sword.
"Elder martial sister Ling, misunderstandings are all misunderstandings. I didn't know he was your friend." Seeing the murder on Ling Chuxi's face, situ Kuangjian's face was white with fright. He subconsciously retreated, but he had no courage to pull out his sword.
I remember that even in the face of Qin Shaozhong, Ling Chuxi's face did not appear such a murder, obviously, she was really angry.
"Hum, it's just a miraculous elitist. Don't think that there is a Danxin pavilion to support you, and the Xiuzhou city can walk freely." He Daojia didn't know Ling Chuxi's horror. He took out his sword and said scornfully.
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