Immortal Voices

Rong Xian lightly touched the white satin on his eyes, and sat on the floor without paying attention to the dirt on the floor.

The obscure energy in the hands under the wide sleeves fluctuated in an obscure and unknown way. This force’s eyes were clearly wrapped in Shen Jiuli’s eyebrows.

The imprisonment of imprisoned sword emperor’s blood was cracked, silent.

Rong Xian’s expression was calm and unhurried toward Qingbo: “I don’t want to recognize you, but even if I cover my eyes, I can still recognize you.”

She said with emotion: “It can only be said that our uncle and nephew have deep feelings. You are blindfolded across a mask, and we can recognize each other under such difficult conditions. This is really sympathetic.”

Hehe, it means that I believe in your evil.

Even if Rong Xian was covering her eyes, she could probably guess what Qingbo’s expression was.

She had some grievances, and she was honestly telling the truth. Qing Bo’s breath was so recognizable, and the karma that carried him to **** and plunged into a world of great calamity was very common.

But Qingbo didn’t believe it, Rong Xian sighed and pretended to say: “Since the uncle doesn’t believe, then-“

She leaned towards Qingbo, clearly not doing anything, but making Qingbo feel a pressure.

“——Do you know? I have seen those people in my dreams for thirteen years. I do n’t know what they look like, but I remember those eyes without any emotions. They are cruel and fierce, and there is a layer of wandering around. Deep-blooded. I always wonder why those people haven’t been revenge. “

She lifted her jaw toward the man in black next to Qingbo, and said with a chuckle, “I know, are you Qing Er right? Look, I didn’t recognize you when I saw you with my eyes.”

She breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a depressing sorrow: “But blindfolded, the disgusting breath in you is too obvious. Even in the dark, I can still recognize you, even after 13 years , Sometimes eyes can deceive, but it doesn’t feel like it. “

Well, Rong Xian temporarily came up with the reason Qingboxin.

Rong Xian blinked, inexplicably feeling a little sad.

Then she felt Qing Bo’s hotter look.

“Yu tribe evil.” Qingbo said a word.

Shen Jiuliu raised his head violently, his hand holding the sword tightened, his face blanked.

Shen Jiuliu’s head was buzzing, and the four words of the Yu ethnicity were too familiar.

He was talking about him before, but this time it was indeed Xiao Xian.

He had previously suspected that Xiaoxian was the same family as him, but now he is absolutely certain.

From the dialogue between Qingbo and Xiaoxian, it is not difficult for him to conclude that Qingbo and others were the murderers of the era.

These men in black are his genocides!

No wonder Xiao Xian was so upset when she saw these people. No wonder she let You Feng kill these people.

The breath of Shen Jiuliu’s whole body was even colder, and the eyes looking at Qingbo and others were full of hatred.

He has no memory and doesn’t know what happened, but the **** mourning in his dreams makes him unforgettable.

It is these people in front of them, everything is caused by them.

They ruined his home, killed his loved ones, and made him forget all the memories, and made him bear the pain of heartache for more than ten years. Shen Jiu’s eyes slowly covered with a layer of blood red, the sword in his hand Weng Ming rang.

The three elders found his fault for the first time, and Shen Sheng yelled, “Young Master, wake up.”

The old voice sounded deep in the spirit with a hint of coolness, Shen Jiuyu’s body shook, the blood in his eyes faded, his sweat was cold on his forehead, and he almost entered the magic barrier.

“Thank you Elder Three.” Shen Jiuluo tried to control his emotions and said blankly.

The three elders solemnly taught: “Secretary, don’t drill into the horns of the horns for a while, the sufferings you have had just to temper you become better. Don’t be controlled by negative emotions, you must learn to control yourself.”

Shen Jiuliu’s eyes flashed with pain. Qing Lingling’s eyes looked at those in black. He seemed to hear the pain and sorrow of his loved ones in his ears. He murmured, “Three elders, I can’t do it, I can’t do it. ……Well.”

He had a pain in his chest, and the long-lost and familiar heartache pain swept again.

My descendants of Yu’s family have assumed the role of guardianship. If my grandchildren supervise the thieves for a day, they will suffer the pain of heart licking until the death.

Shen Jiu murmured, slammed the sword into the ground, and held the sword half-knelt. The sharp pain made him anxious to dig out his heart, and his face murmured in pain: “Take the rest to death, Are you going to rest? “

There was a slight smile on the corner of Rong Xian’s mouth, and the energy in his hand dissipated instantly.

Her actions are very secretive, and no one can guess that Shen Jiuli’s curse recurrence is Rong Xian’s hands and feet.

She braced her head and thought casually that it was time to retrieve her treasure.

“Little Sovereign, Young Sovereign?” The three elders panicked. Is this young Sick ill?

His eyes were full of pity. This kind of pain could only be sustained by the young master, and no one else could help.

The palms of the three elders were placed on the back of Shen Jiuliu, and the gentle spiritual force poured into the meridians of Shen Jiuliu, hoping to ease the pain of Shen Jiuliu.

Sustaining Suzuran, he heard Shen Jiu-ling’s movement and opened his eyes sharply.

She pushed Fenhe to forcibly interrupt the healing, and she was directly bitten by Reiki, and she spit out blood.

Suddenly, Ling Lan couldn’t help herself. She fluttered in front of Shen Jiuliu and asked with a trembling voice, “Why did my brother suddenly become like this again? Wasn’t it good?

Fan He helped her and said, “Lily of the valley, there are three elders in the young lord, your injury cannot be delayed, and going on like this will damage your foundation.”

Suddenly, Lily didn’t answer. She looked at Shen Jiu’s painful appearance and couldn’t wait to replace it.

Fan Heshi persuaded her to move and stunned her, and continued to heal her.

Their movements were a little big, but Rongxian didn’t get up to save Shen Jiuliu at all. She still focused on Qingbo and asked quietly, “Who else?”

Qingbo sneered: “Only us.”

Rong Xian did not have any anger at his stubbornness, she pointed out the flaw seriously: “You lied, it was you who killed the man, but there was a group of people, at least it was Fashu.”

Qing Bo didn’t say anything, apparently he wasn’t prepared to expose another group of people.

It wasn’t an ally agreement, nor was he so noble, he just wanted to look at Rong Xian’s pain, watching her because of the secret enemies, and he felt happy all the time.

As soon as Rong Xian’s mind was clear, Qingbo’s plan was clear. She sneered and said coldly, “Since you don’t want to say it, you don’t need to say it. I can recognize you and I will recognize them.”

Having said that, I no longer care about Qingbo, and slowly walk towards Shenjiu.

She came to Shen Jiu Liu, squatting slightly, and the white satin on her eyes was still not taken off.

She listened to Shen Jiuyu’s depressing pain, and asked softly, “Is it painful?”