July is like fire, the gentle rising wind blows Yandang Mountain. The men and women on the grass, backed by the banyan shade, hand in hand, eyebrows, eyes, necks and joys.
Feng Lingyue's eyebrows are full of deep feelings, gazing at the handsome man in front of her, and her heart is full of happiness.
"Lin Ze, if we finish this vote, shall we quit the organization? From then on, we pasture the mountains and forests, work at sunrise, rest at sunset, and live a fairy life, okay?
Ruan Linze stares at the attractive red lips of Fengling Moon, and then bites them down. Both of them have lingering lips and teeth. Even the sun in the sky is ashamed of them.
"Ayue, the old lord treated us very well. Would it be too ruthless to leave like this?"
Feng Lingyue's eyes penetrated the mottled woods and looked far into the flying birds outside Yandang Mountain, with a slightly lonely expression: "Linze, I grew up at the knee of the old lord. What I have done for him over the years is enough to make up for his support for me. I'm tired of this life. Besides, he has promised me as long as I finish this task. Yes, then I can leave with my dream and my favorite things. My dream is to go to a place where nobody is and live a peaceful life. And my favorite thing, that's you, cluck.
Feng Lingyue's laughing voice is very pleasant, no one could imagine that with such a pleasant voice, she would be the bloody Phoenix ranked No. 1 on the world killer list!
Ruan Linze looked up at the white clouds in the sky, and the golden sunshine tilted down on his face, which made Feng Lingyue not really see this lovely face.
"But this time the task, but even the old Lord himself is not sure, you, can succeed?"
A picture of an ancient servant rolled into a cylinder appeared in front of Ruan Linze's eyes. The pure and sacred breath on the picture made his eyes shine.
"Xuanyuan Jianjian, you actually got Xuanyuan Jianjian, Afeng, you deserve to be our No. 1 killer in Huaxia, Xuefeng!" Ruan Lin Ze was extremely happy and took the picture book and wrote it in his hand, as if he was afraid that it would fly.
"Clew, Linze, as I said, as long as I think, there is nothing in the world that I can't get." Fenglingyue embraced the man she loved, and her mind had already drawn a picture of the fairies of the two wizards.
Suddenly, a sharp burst of chest, zero-distance attack, even the so-called killer world NO1 blood Phoenix can not evade, hit the center chest.
Feng Lingyue swept across the sky, and the man who attacked her was hit by a blow. Then he spit blood and flew back to break the big banyan tree that ten people could hold together.
The huge banyan canopy slowly falls down, just like the life lost by Fengling Moon.
"Why?" Feng Lingyue's eyes are full of despair. She can't figure out why this man who says he wants to love her for 10,000 years will kill her.
Ruan Linze stood up from the residue spitting blood and wrote Xuanyuan Jianjian tightly in his hand: "Fenglingyue, do you think the old lord will let you go?" Hum, with the leader of the organization, the position of No. 2 figure in the Diablo of China is not sitting. You are so mentally disabled that you want to live in seclusion. Ha, do you think I am as mentally disabled as you? As long as we have this Xuanyuan sword, as long as we can master the Xuanyuan sword in this area, the whole world will be mine, ha ha ha..."
Feng Lingyue laughed, she laughed at her idiot, actually would like to see such a man.
Shaking her head, Fenglingyue stood firm with her last strength. She was a person who would never kneel, even if she died!
"Ruan Linze, I'm blind, and I'm looking at your mess! But do you want Xuanyuan sword? Giggle..." A golden ray of light emerged from the sky, with tens of millions of pressure to break through the mountains and smash the sea.
It was the last strength of Fengling Moon. A thousand feet of golden swords, like a shooting star, slashed into Yandang Mountain. Ruan Linze's eyes changed from pride to panic, and finally to despair.
"You, you have mastered Xuanyuan sword, ah..."
"boom..." Swords break the sky and the rising Yandang Mountains sink thoroughly into the bottom of the sea, along with it, as well as the couple who once loved very much, very deep men and women.
...
Feng Lingyue felt that the sky had been spinning around for a long time, and her numb body had been sensed again. But still there is no end to the pain.
It hurts, it hurts.
Feng Ling-yue gritted her teeth and opened her eyes. It was not the blue sea bottom that attracted her attention, but the black overhang of a human being. It was just that everyone's expression was a bit weird.
The venue is covered with red and colorful colors, the sound of sweetness is constantly coming from the ears, and there is a strong, nauseating powder in the air.
In the middle of the venue, from old to young, are men in old clothes. Everyone is staring at themselves, ambiguous eyes, wandering in their own body with impunity.
Feng Lingyue is silent, black eyes turn around, see there are some elegant seats around, where the men sitting will appear more elegant. Nevertheless, in Feng Lingyue's eyes, it is the same nausea.
There are still crying voices ringing in my ears, Feng Lingyue turns his head and sees seven or eight old-fashioned women tied up ten feet away beside him, stealing their eyes with sympathy.
In those women