Chapter 785

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"Don't go, the ink burns..." His hands were folded in front of his wound, and he sent a steady stream of spiritual current to him. Chu nightning, who was covered in blood, guarded the same blood-soaked ink burning, like being stripped alive by hunters. Flesh but not yet dead wild shòu.

In the afterglow of doom, blood melts blood, flesh wraps flesh.

"It's not your fault that you can't go... It's never your fault..."

Ink burns ink burns, ink is darkness, burning is light. He seeks light all his life, but in the end he cannot escape the darkness of night. Chu nightning finally plucked up the courage to glance at the burning face, and with just one glance, it almost collapsed.

There was no trace of a living person on that face anymore, it was terrifyingly white, full of blood, and there were even mottled old scars on the brow bone - the traces of being smashed by stones.

He couldn't bear it any longer, and fell in front of Mo Ran's body and cried bitterly, aching his heart.

Is this the young man who used to haunt him brilliantly and vigorously under the Tongtian Tower and said to him, "Xianjun Xianjun, you take care of me"?

Why... it's all blood... why... no longer angry, no trace of laughter left on the eyebrows.

I can't recognize it... I can't recognize it.

So what did Mo Weiyu do wrong? He had to suffer such hardships and torture all his life.

It may be because he has no relatives, no reason, and no support, so even fate deceives him. In the cracks of life, the smile he folded so hard is still regarded as a disgusting face by the world in the end.

Who would have known that the mud and dust before the steps were also Zeng Fangfei in mid-April.

"...Chu nightning."

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded coldly in the distance.

"In order to save him, did you risk losing your good reputation?"

Chu nightning was stiff, looked up suddenly, and saw a tall figure walking slowly towards him against the sun.

Emperor Ta Xian stood between the trees, squinting and staring at them carefully.

"I thought that the most important thing for you in this world is your innocence." He said slowly, "I never thought that you would end up dirtying yourself for him."

He approached step by step, the black embroidered dark dragon pattern gleamed in the sunlight, and the red scorpion pierced with black gold qiubo finally stopped in front of them.

Almost instinctively, Chu night Ning suddenly got up, the golden light in his palm suddenly rose, and Tian Wen followed the call - he stood between the past life and this life of the ink burning.

Stepping Xianjun's pupils turned, his eyes first patrolled on the golden vines, and then calmly fell back to Chu Wanning.

At this moment, this man seemed to be fished out of fresh blood. Not a single piece of clothing was clean all over his body, and his eyes were wet with phoenix eyes.

Ta Xianjun sneered: "Is he so important to you?"

"..."

Seeing that Chu night Ning did not answer, stepping on Xianjun said coldly: "Get out of the way."

Chu nightning didn't move, he was in a mess at the moment, but he still knew that the "ink burning" in front of him was just a sharp weapon, an empty flesh and blood body.

The sneer at the corner of the body's mouth became more and more cruel: "Why, do you think that if you are sticking like this, this seat will have no way to hold you?"

"...I want to take him away."

"Where?"

Just one sentence is like a sharp knife into a clam shell.

The eyes of Emperor Tengxian flashed with ridicule: "Chu nightning, you ask yourself, in this vast world, in addition to this seat willing to take you in, where is there any place for you....Take him away? Don't be ridiculous."

He stepped forward, his hands were like lightning, and he suddenly pinched Chu Wanning's chin, and he was close.

"The last uncleaned spiritual core on his body belongs to this seat. You belong to this seat too. You'd better make your own position clear."

The words fell, and suddenly the golden light bào came up, Ta Xianjun stopped his hand in time and swept back, but his cheek still felt a burning pain. He wiped it at will, and Tian Wen had already opened a ferocious sore on the side of his ear, and black blood dripped down his face.

"..." Ta Xianjun was silent for a long time, and raised his eyelids shyly, the expression on his face could not tell whether it was anger or joy, the bridge of his nose was wrinkled, his emotions and face were almost distorted, "Okay, very good ."

He laughed sympathetically, waved his sleeves, and the black robe hunted like a cloud.

"I didn't expect that after so long, this seat can still fight with Tianwen again." He raised his slender fingers, touched his cheeks, wiped away the blood, and stepped on Xianjun's dark eyes, staring at Chu Wanning's face, " This seat, I miss it very much.”

The ink burns behind him, and his life is hanging by a thread, and if he delays for a while, he may be unable to recover. Even if Chu nightning is in a chaotic mood, he knows that he can't talk too much with Ta Xianjun.

"Heaven Wen - Ten Thousand Coffins!"

Stepping Xianjun secretly scolded, just as the toes swept up, the ground was already cracked in a thousand ways, and countless rough willow vines poured out from the depths of the earth, stabbing straight towards him. And some other soft vines wrapped the unconscious Mo Zongshi into the abdomen, densely protecting the depths of the willow branches.

Stepping Xianjun looked at Chu Wanning standing in the center of the formation, and almost laughed angrily: "You treat me differently?"

"God asks, the wind."

"..."

However, his questioning only resulted in a more violent offensive. The blade-like wind was overwhelming. To say that there was no resentment would be false.

Treading Xianjun stared at the man in sloppy clothes on the ground, and suddenly felt a long-lost sadness in his heart. It was just such a moment of distraction, the wind blade slashed to his abdominal ribs, he suffered a sudden pain, and looked down to see black blood flowing from the ferocious wound.

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