Immortal Voices

The magicians looked at each other and seemed to have reached an agreement, and flew towards the heaven and the earth involuntarily.

There are those who return to the family as the patron saints of the gods who are in awe of the individual, those who build the religion and continue the tradition, and those who stay in the world to do nothing.

But no matter what they did, they did not forget Lou Hanxi's last order, and they tried to kill Ningyue and others!

They dare not challenge the crazy woman.

As a result, every day on the continent, you can see Moxiu raging and killing people.

A month later, Nanzhou returned to Tucheng Rong Clan.

According to the instructions of the two magicians, the two devil bypassed countless institutions along the way, went deep into the underground palace, and finally placed the bronze ancient coffin in the innermost tomb.

Immediately after the bronze coffin was placed, the smashing of Ling Fuyu in front of them, before they were panicked, fell to the ground with a strong coercion, and kneeled down on the knee to the bronze coffin.

However, the two had become lifelike figurines.

The palace was dead and buried deep in the earth, and it was not seen in the sun.

However, Rong Xian only found Lou Hanxi at this time. Lou Hanxi, who had disappeared in the rumor, had returned to the Rong clan.

She was leaning in the cedar forest, surrounded by clusters of roses on the ground, red like blood, and beautiful.

It was a flower that my father gave to his mother, and every one of them tasted nostalgic.

Lou Hanxi's eyes seemed to be looking at these flowers, but she didn't seem to see anything. Her eyes were out of focus and fragile.

"Amei," Rong Xian called softly, as if she was afraid of her louder voice and disturbed the person.

When she came to Lou Hanxi, her clear eyes were stained with a touch of temperature. The whole person seemed to fall from the fairy of nine days above into the dust of the earth, and smelled of fireworks.

"Amei, I finally found you. It turned out you were home." Rong Xian said with a smile. Although she knew that Amei could not hear her, it did not hinder her interest.

She wandered in the cedar forest, and every time she walked, she smiled and said, "Amei, was this your boudoir before? Do you remember? You like to decorate your house beautifully and gorgeously, all of which are colorful. flower."

She came to the most beautiful fir tree flower, and laughed: "This was the training ground prepared by the brother and grandma for the young nephew. We once agreed to work hard to train the martial arts, and then taught the young nephew to be the most powerful monk. "

She floated under the shortest tree, pursed her lips, and gathered a layer of mist in her eyes: "Here is my yard, my father and mother know that I am naughty, and they have changed the land here by surgery. The trees here are not tall, they just don't want me to climb the tree, for fear I fell. "

She fluttered, came not far away, and groaned with a smile: "This is the father and mother's yard. We were afraid to sleep when we were young. We often sneaked in, and then weeded away by our father ...

She was talking, and the tears in her eyes never stopped hitting the ground.

She knelt down on the ground, sobbing softly, tears falling on the ground, but passing through the fallen leaves into nothingness.

Then, the soft cry turned into a wailing cry, like a child, she cried so much that her heart broke and she was in pain.

Rong Xian cried for a long time, her crying voice became hoarse, and her clean white dress seemed to be wrinkled because of the owner's emotional changes. She stood up and walked towards Lou Hanxi.

She reached for Laralou Hanxi's clothes, but she was weak and wore them.

"Amei, I can't touch you, you can't hear me, you can't see me, Amei, I'm upset." Rong Xian pouted, extremely grieved.

She wanted to be like a child, even if she was older, she would comfort herself whenever she was aggrieved, and would coax her to find ways to make her happy.

But now Amei doesn't care about her at all, Amei she ... has gone.

Rong Xian sucked her nose and finally realized that A Mei really left her, so decisive, so cruel.

She should have thought of it long ago.

Before she said goodbye to Amei in Shiqiaoyu, Amei didn't want to live any longer, and she couldn't hold it anymore.

She knew that one day Amei would leave her one day, but she did not expect that day would come so fast.

"Amei," Rong Xian called softly.

Lou Hanxi returned to Guitucheng and returned to her home.

Yes, this is the home of Lou Hanxi and Rong Xian. They have always been the home. No matter how long they have been out there, no matter how many thousands of years they have spent on the unintentional cliff, there is only one place for them.

Ah Mei returned to her home with hatred, and then broke herself in the house that touched her heart.

She left the world and left her only loved one.

"Amei, you are so cruel." Rong Xian muttered.

The overwhelming pain and sorrow drowned her. She was just a consciousness. She didn't need to breathe, but at this time she felt suffocated, and was choked by the pain of the loved ones leaving.

She suffered it once a thousand years ago, but she still suffered the second time. The bereavement is a habit that one can never get used to.

"Amei," she called again.

But the person she called could no longer hear.

When Rong Xian couldn't bear it, it seemed that the envy of entrusted consciousness had been exhausted, and her figure suddenly collapsed.

Countless fir tree flowers fell at the same time, gently burying the woman leaning against the tree, sheltering her from the wind and sun.

Inside Tucheng, deep in the underground palace.

In the bronze coffin, Rong Xian's eyelashes trembled, but did not wake up.

Over her body, the water-spirit beads and the wooden-spirit beads glowed her with light.

After the return of that consciousness, the woman's eyes lying in the bronze coffin slowly left a line of tears, but she still did not wake up.

When Xiyou Feng re-entered here in Broken Leaf City, Xizhou, she saw a familiar scene and a bright smile on her face.

He grinned, sullen and wild.

Unlike the pretending to be the owner of Ziwei City, he smiled more realistically at this time.

You don't need to maintain a majestic attitude to deter others, and you don't have to worry that your true disposition will be taken lightly.

He hurriedly walked towards the deep alleyway, and couldn't wait to meet the woman who was charming and bright and let him worry.

But when he walked up to the former "Inadvertent Wine Shop", he saw that the flag of the wine shop was worn out, the plaque on the door frame was also blown by the wind, and the entire web looked shabby and shabby from top to bottom.

Yun Youfeng felt a little uneasy. It seemed as if no one had lived here for a long time, but it was clear that he was still communicating with San Niang two months ago.

Yun Youfeng yanked the cobweb on the door, reached out and pushed open the wooden door, and the heavy dust fell, making him sneeze.

There was a kind of moist mold in the dark wine shop, Yun Youfeng walked in gently, and immediately a footprint was printed on the dust on the ground.