Gentle Wind

Li Roufeng nodded and took off his clothes.The Empress Baoji handed him the sheepskin pouch filled with air, and tied a stone under the pouch.

She said: Li Roufeng—”

Li Roufeng couldn't see her eyes that were like spots of paint, but the flames hung down and fluttered like Baqiao willows, and the embers scattered were like a golden snowstorm.

The lady holding chicken said dryly again: "It's nothing, you can go." "

Li Roufeng took a deep look at her, forcibly held back the palpitations of the gloomy water, and jumped down.When the icy cold air invaded the limbs and bones, he heard her curse herself:

If you don't come back, I won't stay here. "

The last ripples on the water quickly disappeared.

In the cave, the sky is silent, only the unpredictable sound of wind and water can be heard, like a whistle, like a chao, like a drum before an earthquake.

The guard asked: Girl, can he really rescue His Highness King Cheng? "

Baoji Niang Niang said without hesitation in a flat and dry voice: Of course. "

Saying this, she herself was surprised by her determination. This determination is like what he said that day, if the world is peaceful, He Qinghaiyan, I will marry you and be my wife Li Roufeng.

She suddenly discovered that Li Roufeng really believed in the peace of the world, He Qinghai Yan, just like she stubbornly believed that he would be able to rescue Xiao Yan now.

And she used to believe in nothing but gods.

Li Roufeng sneaked in the underground river, he couldn't see anything, so he walked against the direction of the water flow, the sheepskin bag filled with air made it difficult for him to go backwards, but he would not give up.

The further he went, the more chilly his bones became, which made his bones ache.But he knew that he had found the right direction. Under the water prison, there were countless resentments left by the rescued souls. The resentments were like dense thorns, which would pierce his dark body.

He held back the pain—just held it in.He told himself that it was like catching a cold when he was a child, if he endured it for seven days, at most he could drink a dose of bitter medicine, and it would pass.His cold sweat melted into the water.

Finally touched Xiao Yan's body.He was exhausted, leaning on Xiao Yan's back to breathe.Without Yang Ba by his side, his body and strength could only be lost bit by bit, but he couldn't recover.

soft wind. "Xiao Yanji whispered in his sleep, but suddenly woke up when a cold palm was pressed on his body, and muttered: My soft wind?"

Feeling a head leaning against his lower back wearily, Xiao Yan raised his head, and the tears that he hadn't had since he became sensible slowly washed his mossy face.

He looked at the stone wall above his head that was blurred due to the dim light. If the bone-eating hatred in his eyes could be turned into an iron awl, the eighteen layers of indestructible stone layers had already been chiseled to powder by him.

The touch from the lower back is familiar and real. Ten months seems to be but a short moment in a person's life. He had been with Li Roufeng for ten years, and each of those ten months was like a flying shuttle, like a white horse passing by. He never thought about being in love carefully, because he has watched his soft wind grow from a drunk teenager on the couch to an adult like Zhilan Yushu, and will accompany him through a long life that is said to be 86 years.After all, he was six years older than Roufeng, and he always felt that he would die before Roufeng.

But who knows.

Who knows.

Just because of his momentary gullibility and momentary slackness of defense, he lost so many people, including Roufeng.

Roufeng surfaced quietly, and when he took out the key he had prepared to unlock the iron lock on his wrist, Xiao Yan looked at him quietly.

He hasn't changed an iota, and never will.

He will always be the same as the last time he saw him, and he will never change again.

Is he actually a ghost?Is this person in front of him already a ghost?

But he can still move, he is clearly the same as before, without any change.

He couldn't believe it.When the iron chain was released, Li Roufeng hugged his waist to prevent him from making a sound when he fell into the water and alarming the jailer.

Xiao Yan let himself sink into the water, and the feeling of finally being free made all his bones tense and rattle.He wiped his face with both hands, and suddenly surfaced, hugging Li Roufeng tightly in his arms, he pressed so tightly, as if he wanted to melt him into his own flesh and blood.

Roufeng, I only have you. "He said in a very deep voice, as heavy as tempered in molten iron.

I only have you, you know? "

Xiao Yan spoke word by word, with incomparable clarity, incomparable sternness, and incomparable determination:

I don't care if you are a ghost or a ghost, in this life, I will never let you leave me again. "

Chapter 43

The ghost gave Li Roufeng double the time.

He used to be lazy and slow, and now he has enough time for him to do something.