Lord, Let Me Go

Ouyang elder was still curious, but he didn't expect that Qinghua immediately closed his five Yun and six senses.

"Well! Now that the old man has become wood, we can get down to business! "

Miss sees Ouyang elder standing in the same place, and gives his thumb to his master.

"Master is so powerful! To teach the old boss a lesson is just one glance! "

Mishqi glanced at her and said with a shriveled mouth, "didn't you have a 'grandfather' shouting happily before? It's a quick change now. "

"Brother! Do you have such a derogatory sister? Don't you mean that I have two sides? Face to face, back to back? "

Mischief spread out his hands, and his face was full of "aren't you?".

Seeing that misty was about to make a scene with his hands on his hips, he raised his eyebrow and said, "that's what you said. I didn't say that."

"Can you do what you want to do?"

"Don't make a fool of yourself, will you?"

"Me

Before miesi finished speaking, Qinghua held out her finger and gently pointed at the air.

His fingers, like Lantian warm jade, touch the space and set off a circle of ripples.

"Master! No! I want to... "

Misty's voice suddenly became smaller. Lian Cong saw the circle of "ripples" and slowly moved to himself, taking himself out of the original space and into another dimension.

Standing in this space, Lian Cong can see all the people and things in the tower, but they can't see Lian Cong and Qinghua.

And even Cong couldn't hear the voice in the picking Star building. It's estimated that misis and them could not hear the next conversation between him and Qinghua.

"What's the relationship between you and the arts association?"

Even Cong eyelids droop very low, deliberately hide their emotions.

Qinghua doesn't need to look at it. He must be holding his hand tightly in his sleeve.

"Why bother to get off the topic? Since you have resentment and anger in your heart, you can vent it on me

"Vent?"

Lian Cong, who had repressed his emotions very well, trembled all over his body at this moment. His eyes were red with blood and looked at Qinghua bitterly.

"What can I take out? You are a great man who picks up the stars and oppresses the ancient pavilion with one hand. If I am alone, I will fight for my life today, and I will die in the process of casting a sword at you... "

"Good! I can't help you, so you have to suppress your heart. "

Qinghua did not let Lian Cong finish speaking, but gently shook his head and sighed: "this is unfair to you, and I really owe you a lot."

Strictly speaking, Qinghua's act of extracting Seven Star spirits is the beginning of Lian Cong's tragic fate.

That is to say, Qinghua is the chief culprit and the enemy of Liancong.

The reason why Lian Cong lost his mind and disobeyed his words and deeds in the Seven Star hall was that he had seen the enemy who had never appeared before, but had made his family destroyed.

He can bear up to now has not to Qinghua hand, it can be seen that his self-control and willpower is strong.

This is his greatest strength and his deepest sorrow.

There are so many things he needs to carry on his back that he has lost the warm blood that young people should have if they have been carrying heavy load for too long.

The wound scab again and again, the dark red scar began to fester, Yin out of the dazzling blood stains.

Drop by drop in the heart, slowly, he that hot and fresh heart, step by step to solid seal.

But the heart is to beat!

If it doesn't move, maybe it doesn't hurt.

But once this moves, it is inevitable to tear off the dead skin outside, which is painful and unbearable. I don't know how to extricate myself.

If you can't extricate yourself, you can only move forward.

No one can tolerate his stagnation.

But what is ahead?

It's not a broad road, but thorns all over the place.

It is doomed that the more forward Lian Cong goes, the more serious the injury will be.

When it's too heavy to return, it's either unbearable or self indulgent.

To be overwhelmed is nothing more than suicide, and to be willing to fall / fall is to be controlled by the devil.

Neither of them is what Qinghua wants to see.

"You've repressed yourself too hard. Come on, pull out your sword at me and do your best."

Qinghua's voice with a little bewitching, easily broke even Cong's heart defense.

Even though Lian Cong's determination was so firm, he was still too immature in front of Qinghua, the Eastern Emperor.

What's more, since this period of time, Qinghua has been living with mists brothers and sisters day and night, and has also observed the operation mechanism of the two special constitutions, namely, "seven tips and exquisite heart" and "born with a lack of heart and eye".

And these two special constitutions are also good at playing with people's minds and understanding the nature.