Ling Ruo, fell down again and lay on Su Kui's legs. "I see, aunt."

"Darling."

"Aunt, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"OK," Su Kui chuckled, his eyes were clear and murmured, "maybe there will be no chance in the future."

Lingruo had just gone to bed. He was in a trance when he heard something that he didn't hear clearly. He raised his eyes and asked Su Kui, "Auntie, did you just say something?"

Su Kui was bleary, shaking his head and laughing, "no, go to sleep."

At night the candle was burning deep until it burned to ashes.

The dawn, a bunch of golden light split the clouds, this day, finally came.

Yesterday, Su Kui said goodbye to Feichen. He only said that he would go back to his hometown. He could not hide his loss, but he forced his spirit, smiled and promised her softly, waiting for her to come back.

In today's world, birth is no longer an important thing. It is the crossing of robberies that is fundamental.

Su Kui prepared a bowl of long-life noodles for Ling Ruo, which the children of the world would eat when they were born. Then they turned into a wisp of smoke and flew to the deserted outskirts of Qingcheng, but in a flash.

This place is located in a remote place, without smoke. Not only won't attract others' attention, but also can let spirit Ruo concentrate on disaster.

But unexpectedly, as soon as he landed on the ground, he saw a familiar figure standing far away under the deserted broken Pavilion and looking at them.

It was a word.

Ling Ruo and Su Kui look at each other. Su Kui chuckles and nods to her. "Go."

If more people protect the Dharma, the spirit Ruo will be more carefree.

They don't know what they said there. Su Kui closed his hearing early, unwilling to listen to the whispers of young men and girls. But seeing the two people standing side by side and looking at the sky together, they lost the past. When they saw each other, they were in a tense situation.

Su Kui was very pleased.

The sky wind suddenly blows, which makes her skirt strong and strong. The black ink hair is flying in the wind. There is a flicker of electric light in the sky where the sky is clear. Su Kui's eyebrows and eyes are cold, and her feet are moving. People have moved to the front of them.

Take down the Buddha bead on the wrist, put it on lingruo's hand, hold her shoulder, and keep her eyes firm. "Lingruo, heaven's calamity is not terrible. Remember, stick to your heart, don't be controlled by the heart devil!"

Lingruo's eyes were slightly red. He looked at her and then turned to look at her. He nodded heavily. "Don't worry, aunt."

Then holding the string of beads of Buddha, the blue light passed by. Suddenly, a thick purple ray of water barrel split towards lingruo's emaciated and thin body in the distance. Su Kui's eyebrow was awe inspiring, his fingertips fell into the palm of his hand, and his eyes did not blink, staring at the distant figure wrapped by the electric light.

Lingruo's face is solemn. He recites the heart formula in his heart, pinches his hands and slowly sits cross legged.

A snow-white fox with nine tails suddenly rose behind her petite body. It was shadowy, but it did not disperse. Tenacious and ceaseless, one after another more powerful than the sky thunder fight entwined attack.

Her small face became white, her soul and bones were constantly impacted by thunder, and a trace of red blood gradually seeped from the corner of her lips.

"Lingruo --"

in a word, his eyes are red, as if it is not lingruo who is in the middle of the thunder, but he is in general. If his steps are inching, he wants to rush out, and he is caught by sukui's death. No matter how hard he tries, it is futile.

He turned his head and roared, "you let me go, lingruo can't hold it!"

The more critical the situation, the more calm Su Kui's face. She lifted her eyes lightly and looked in the direction of lingruo.