Chapter 22: Past injury (4)

The two of them were inextricably fought, and I stood too high to notice who had the upper hand. But I know Ye Hua will not last long. I only hope that he can survive until Zheyan, even if he can sustain the useless heavenly soldiers sent by his grandfather.
If the water is on the shore, sand and rocks are scattered, and the sky is filled with loess. Suddenly, Qing Cang laughed three times, laughed and coughed for a while, and slowly said: "I am not convinced that I lost to you today. If it weren't for the serious injury five hundred years ago, the bell has broken a lot today. With strength, there is absolutely no possibility that I will lose to your yellow-haired boy."
The thick smoke and dust gradually dispersed, Ye Hua leaned on the ground with a sword, knelt half on one knee, and said, "After all, you are defeated."
I finally let go of the hanging heart, trembling and saying to the earth: "There is nothing below, you quickly put me on the ground..."
When the earth was rushing to solve the immortal obstacles, the East Emperor Bell burst into red light. I am half clear in Taichung, isn't Qing Cang defeated? After he was defeated, why could the Donghuang Bell be opened?
Ye Hua also raised her head sharply, and said in a deep voice, "What did you move on this clock?"
Qing Cang lay on the dust, and said weakly: "You want to know why I didn't move the Eastern Emperor Bell, but it can still be turned on? Haha, it took me only 70,000 years and a lot of thought. Just connect my life with it. If I die, the Eastern Emperor Bell will open spontaneously. It seems that I am going to die. I don’t know if I am buried with you, the kid, or the immortals... …"
He hadn't finished speaking, and I watched Ye Hua rush into the red lotus karma fire.
Who was it with a heartbreaking scream: "No +!"
No... can't? Or is it no, no? What if the Donghuang Bell is turned on? What if the gods of the Eight Desolations are all burned? After all, we are in one place, and the ashes are piled up in a pile of ashes. How can you... how can you leave me alone? people?
When Ye Hua plunged into the red lotus fire that was lit by the Eastern Emperor Bell, the magical artifact that had locked my hands and feet suddenly loosened. Yes, if the master's cultivation base of the magic weapon is gone, the magic weapon will naturally no longer be able to bind people.
Red lotus's karma burned half of the sky red, and if there was a ghostly spirit on the shore of the water, I spelled out my whole body to sacrifice the Kunlun fan and hit the East Emperor Bell. The clock body shook. In the red light, I couldn't find Ye Hua's figure.
It was like the sound of evil spirits coming from the ground, the sounds gradually gathered, like a thousand horses and horses hoofing, slamming-the sorrow of the Eastern Emperor Bell.
The red light flashed a few times and went out. A black figure fell from the top of the East Emperor Bell.
I staggered over to catch him. Backed twice and fell to the ground. He has a pale face with blood stains on the corners of his mouth, leaning against my arms, his eyes are dark. A black robe has been soaked with blood, but because of the color, he can't see that he is covered in blood.
Zheyan said: "I always think Yehua always wears black color is very strange. I asked when I was drinking with him that time. I thought he liked this color very much. He held the glass for a long time, but he joked with me. Dao, this color is not very beautiful, but it is very practical. For example, if you were chopped one day and the blood was soaked, you can't see that it was a pool of blood. I just thought you knocked over the water jar and spilled water on your body. If you don’t see that you are hurt, the person you are tight to will naturally not worry, and your enemy will naturally not be happy because he cut you.
When Zheyan told me these words, I was also relieved Ye Hua This dull gourd finally learned to tell jokes. But I didn’t know until today that what he said was all serious.
Three hundred years ago, when I turned into a ignorant Susu, I thought I loved him deeply. When I lost my memory, it was only Qingqiu’s white light. When he spontaneously posted that he loved me, it gradually became When I was also affectionate for him, I thought it was true love.
I can’t forgive him for plucking my eyes indiscriminately, forcing me to jump off Zhuxiantai; I can’t forgive him now that he keeps saying that he loves me, but because he owes me a debt and feels guilty; I can’t forgive him. From beginning to end, never understand me. After all, I have lived for such a long time in vain, and in the end, in terms of love, I am selfish and unreasonable, and I can't tolerate any sand. But I planted on him twice in my previous life and this life, and he was deeply moved both times because of him. Now that I want to come, I may not have understood him.
For example, why does he always wear this mysterious robe. It turned out that it was not because I liked this color, it turned out that it was to prevent people from worrying and not showing weakness in front of their enemies. I forgot, he has always been a man who knocked out his teeth and swallowed blood.
Seventy thousand years ago, when Mo Yuan used the primordial spirit to sacrifice the Eastern Emperor Bell, the blood he vomited in his mouth was a hundred times more than the traces of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His cultivation is far inferior to that of Mo Yuan at that time. Where did that hundred times the blood that should have been vomited?
I lowered my head and bit his lip violently, ignoring the slight shock of his body. I just opened his teeth with my tongue and slammed into his mouth. I could feel a smell of fishy heat along my side. The gap between his two mouths snaked down, and his eyes became darker and darker.
I am the same Yehua, in this life when I am a pale, in love with each other only a few months in the nine heavens, the most intimate, but those few nights.
He pushed me away, coughing terribly, and the blood he coughed up smashed my eyes. Pushing me thought that he had exhausted his last strength, and he was so crooked on the ground, his chest was constantly rising and falling, but he couldn't move.
I crawled over and hugged him again: "Are you planning to swallow them all in your stomach again? At what age you are now, even if you are weaker, I have nothing to disappoint."
He finally calmed down his cough. He wanted to raise his hand, but he didn't raise it. He was struggling to speak, but he still pretended to be calm, and said indifferently: "I'm nothing, this kind of injury doesn't interfere. ...Don't cry."
I held him with both hands, I couldn't free my hands to wipe my face, I just looked at his eyes: "The person who sacrificed the Eastern Emperor Bell with the original spirit, except Mo Yuan, I have not seen anyone escaped the fate of the ashes , Mo Yuan has slept for 70 thousand years. Ye Hua, you can't deceive me, you are going to die, right?"
He stiffened, closed his eyes, and said, "I heard that Mo Yuan is awake. You and Mo Yuan will be together. He will take care of you and do better than me. I am relieved. You forgot about me. Right."
I stared at him blankly.
At that moment, it was as long as ancient times. He opened his eyes suddenly, panting and saying, "I can't say that when I die. I only love you in my life. Shallowly, you can never forget me. If you Dare to forget me, if you dare..." But the voice slowly sank, and then murmured: "What can I do?"
I approached his ear and said: "You can't die, Ye Hua, hold on again, I will take you to Mo Yuan, he will have a way." His body slowly sank.
I approached his ear and yelled: "If you dare to die, I will immediately go to Zheyan for a potion, and forget you completely, there is nothing left. I will be with Mo Yuan, Zheyan and the fourth brother. , I have a good time, I will never think of you again."
His body trembled for a while, and he pulled out a smile. He said, "That's fine."
The last word he left to me in this world is, that's fine.