Vol 7 Chapter 185: Unpredictable

Ye Qingxuan stared blankly at the stunning beauty in the distance
Her delicate, beautiful body was wrapped in a white robe as pure as her face. The breeze blew and the white robe fluttered. Her body seemed to be flying away with the wind. Her bright eyes were like Han Mei is so distressing and intoxicating!
The beauties looked at the withered flowers in their hands, finally lamented, slowly got up, then frowned, covered one's chest with one hand, and drew the other hand on the stone table, it took a while to relax, than to hold the heart Xizi is more distressing and more heartbreaking.
"Yinxue--"
Ye Qingxuan shouted sadly, but disturbed the beauty, turned her head and frowned slightly, her face was cold, and Mei Yinxue turned away if she did not know Ye Qingxuan.
"How could this be?" Ye Qingxuan turned back and asked.
Duan Sanshi was ashamed, but Mr. Wan Ye, the "first doctor in the world," gave a long sigh of relief, soothing: "Ye Xiaozi is anxious, girl Mei kept on forcibly in order to save her heart." 】 Seal yourself, although the fracture of the heart veins is connected by aging, the venomous [Goldenthorn Wave] in the body is also cleared, but because of the icy hurry, the brain veins are damaged and memory is lost. About this For a few years, she doesn't remember it at all ... "
"Really ... don't recognize me?"
Seeing Mr. Wan Ye shaking his head, Ye Qingxuan sank to the bottom of the sea with nowhere to fall.
"I have never heard of such an old situation. As for when she will be able to restore her memory, I really cannot guarantee it. Maybe a month, maybe a year, maybe a lifetime ..."
Duan Sanshi was so frightened that he tore up Master ’s sleeves and motioned to stop.
However, Tang Rou knew how to comfort people and said, "Relax, Ye Zi, we all help you together, and it will definitely remind Mei Mei of you."
The big wind and big beasts of the people are pretending to be mature and persuaded: "Yes, Brother Ye, Sister Mei's memory will definitely be restored ... and if it can't be restored, there will be no grass everywhere, and more people will chase you ... Oh "Why are you hitting me?"
However, Feng Fengren was angry and glared at Meng Yuanyu next to him, but was glared by Feng Qingqing. He immediately spit out his tongue and got out of the crowd.
Feng Daren, as Meng Yuanzhang said, "people are big ghosts" and "bear kids have a lot of ideas." As soon as everyone came out of the Tibetan front valley, they saw the boy waiting with a smile.
He wouldn't hide from crying, but packed up his baggage long ago, and rushed into the rivers and lakes with everyone.
"I'm sorry, Brother Ye, Daren, he can't speak ..." Feng Qingqing flushed and explained.
Ye Qingxuan waved his hand, "I'm fine, you go, let me stay for a while."
Ye Qingxuan had colic in his heart at this time.
Hedong House was over, and the party arrived at Kaifeng House, which was very close to Luo, and also returned the ashes of the "Jinhuan" Zhu Shengbei.
The large-scale memorial service has been going on for more than seven days. What Ye Qingxuan didn't expect is that Mei Yinxue, whom he has been thinking about, has been rescued by Mr. Huan Ye, but unfortunately he hurt his brain and lost his memory.
Ye Qingxuan was extremely sad, but also extremely happy.
Yin Xue was finally clear, and although the heart vein was occasionally painful, she finally came alive.
In desperation, I had to accept this reality, hoping to have the opportunity to activate Mei Yinxue's sleeping memories little by little. Mei Yinxue, who had only lost her memory, restored her old frost, making Ye Qingxuan hard to access.
Ye Qingxuan sat alone and speechless.
The crowd did not dare to bother to leave.
There was a worried expression on everyone's face, but no one noticed a trace of pride in the corner of Zong Xuan's mouth--
Except Qi Qilin.
"Happy King" Huang Fu Yanzhao was very depressed.
"Golden Mastiff" Zhu Shengbei and his own master and servant names are better than brothers.
At that time, Zhu Shengbei was for his own sake and gave up the opportunity to be listed on the "Tian Jue Bang". He was ridiculed by the court eagle dog, but he kept following him. This kind of affection is really not humane.
At that time, Zhu Shengbei, who was so turbulent, had only one urn in front of Huang Fu Yanzhao.
What kind of scenery did he have during his lifetime?
It was just a blow that made the uncle, Gao Shouhuang's ancestor, a few decades old. The chic white beard was extremely messy at this time, without any care, so let it be sprinkled on the chest so casually.
"Juncheng?" Huang Fuyan Zhao asked without any focus in his eyes.
"Open the axe" Duan Juncheng took a step forward, and whispered, "Master, what's the command?"
"Is Lao Zhu's cemetery selected?"
"The best is right next to the mausoleum ..."
"Okay, okay, okay ..." Huangfu Yanzhao nodded. "After a hundred years, I will have a drink with Lao Zhu."
"Yes." Duan Juncheng sighed secretly.
After expressing his emotions, Huang Fu Yanzhao's face was as heavy as a jujube, and he asked: "The cub of the Demon Gate is really bold. Lao Zhu's revenge must be reported! Let Wei Wugui come back and order the Four Sea Pavilion to I checked the whereabouts of the demons, and both of you were ready for me. No matter who they were, they would all be killed on the spot. I will build a magical evil skull Jingguan for Lao Zhu's grave. "
"Observe."
"Sun Sword" Beiming Yuhong was embarrassed like a bereavement dog.
The whole body was stained with blood, and the sword was no less than dozens. There were as many as seven or eight swords that could threaten his life.
The four famous swords of the world-famous Beiming Family have ceased to exist, and everyone except him has been killed.
Did not die in the hands of others, but died in the hands of his own owner, the man named "Beiming Invincible", but the actual name was "Shangguan Yifeng".
And he is the only Beiming family who knows this truth.
If it were not for that letter, he could not believe it was true.
But because of this accidentally discovered letter, they brought to death the four famous swords.
Now that letter has been processed, only the guy who grew up can understand the meaning of the word.
Beiming Yuzhuo ...
You must find the letter. The Beiming family has to rely on you ...
The sound of a ragged voice blew, a strange shadow blocked the way, and the night was dark, and the blue mask on the opposite face was even more terrifying.
"Is it you? 'Green face ghost' Yan Sheng?" Bei Ming Yuhong gritted his teeth and said, "The old thief and your fruit are the same, do you think the" Tianji Pavilion "is nothing? Tell you that your conspiracy will be sooner or later The world knows ... "
"Green-faced ghost" Yan Sheng Leng hummed and said, "Less nonsense, these things have nothing to do with you ..."
As soon as the words fell, Yan Sheng had thrown out his ghost sickle.
Suddenly, this time it was the hair of Beiming Yuhong.
If it wasn't for his flashing fast, I'm afraid it was a skull.
The chains are sky-wide, sickle like lightning.
The sound of snoring was broken.
Beiming Yuhong flashed seven times, but he couldn't get rid of the chained sickle.
The bloodshot in Yan Sheng's eyes was thick again, thick like fire.
Dark sickle, pure white sword.
The sickle and the sword collided and sparked, as brilliant as the sparks from a shooting star.
The spark and the anger in his eyes almost burned Beiming Yuhong, and the "Sun Sword" in his hand shone a dazzling light. It was a sharp move, but because of the blood loss, he was weak.
Yan Sheng's disability, anger, ruthlessness, and quickness were all exposed under his sickle and sickle.
With a sickle on his back, he leaned up slightly.
Bei Mingyu saw that his sickle's shots and parts could be avoided, but when the sickle reached his eyes, he couldn't avoid it.
Sickle light splattered ~ EbookFREE.me ~ blood flowers splashed.
Blood flowers splash and fall like snowflakes.
Snowflakes are desolate, blood flowers are enthusiastic.
Bei Mingyuhong's left shoulder was marked with a deep wound, and he felt the power gradually disappear along the bleeding blood.
He bleeds too much blood and is no longer Yan Sheng's opponent.
There was no bloodshot in Yan Sheng's eyes. His eyes were as red as a rose, but the sickle was still dark. The darkness was as strange and distant as the moment before his death. At you.
Bei Ming Yuhong's pupils seemed to be spreading, and he could see nothing in his eyes, only two colors.
Inky and silvery white.
There is no longer a "sun sword" in this world.
When the sickle was chopped at him, he didn't see the sharp edge of the sickle, only the darkness.