Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love - Chapter 59

And when the name flashed through his mind at an incredible speed, a bell really rang in the air.

I saw Su Heng’s eyes widen instantly, and I was still calm when I was humiliated by Jiang’s general just now, and I was so messy and disorderly, I looked straight in the direction where the bell was coming from, and my hands were tight. Reined the horse’s rein.

The other party also seemed to finally understand what had happened, and the lieutenant immediately ordered a siege. And as the soldiers approached with a spear step by step, in the red light reflected by the pine resin torch, a large swath of red butterflies flew from nowhere.

At that moment, the vigorous and towering old trees around suddenly withered from the tip of the leaf, and in a blink of an eye they rotted into clusters of dead objects. The violent wind slammed up the ground, the torches in the middle of the mountain were instantly extinguished, and the wind split the night into countless fragments. But the sky quietly showed an arc full of moon.

The red butterfly was not affected by the strong wind at all, and flew happily in the air. The whole body glowed red, and the sound of bells gradually became clear. In the night, the figure of a woman in red dress was finally revealed, and the silk was like a waterfall reaching to ankles. The red butterfly on the forehead is almost spreading its wings and trying to fly, with a beautiful and cold appearance, but the corners of the lips are provoking an arc that wants to bend.

I didn’t expect that Su Heng would ride the horse regardless of the situation. You think of such a scene, as soon as you start the audience, a small movement heralds the beginning of the next fight, and also makes such a big movement, clearly asking the other party The cluster of arrows greeted him. But I knew that he just wanted to catch her. He thought she was dead, but she appeared in front of him.

He seemed to have regained his composure, and his calm gaze was unwilling to miss her for a moment. The arrows rushed towards him like a tide, but he was not afraid, but just raised his sword shallowly in front of him. She lowered her eyes, making Leng glance at him, her sleeves lifted up, and everything suddenly stopped in the howling gust of wind, including the turbulent Jiang Guo array, including the rapid-flying arrow clusters, including those from the horse. Su Heng and the galloping horses under him, even the turpentine that was smoking.

The bell rang softly, and she stood on the raised horse’s head, looking down at the unconcealable desire in his still dark eyes, and laughed lowly: “You love me after all. I didn’t lose to others, but The throne I lost to you.” The cold voice sounded low and low in this completely still space, like dropping a small pebble on the surface of a calm lake. The ripples that arose did not last for a moment, and then quietly disappeared.

The silver bell between her feet reverberated again, and she had stepped back into the air in the night breeze, glanced lightly at the frozen battlefield under her feet, and slowly raised her right hand. The gust of wind raised her long black hair, and her slender fingers formed a bang like a red lotus.

A drop of blood fell from the lotus heart, and the red butterfly flying in the night suddenly turned into a slender golden needle. I couldn’t see how the golden needles flew out at all. I just felt that a huge firework burst out of the night sky. In the faint red light, Jiang’s soldiers were like wood stakes that were moored into the sky, instantly turning into bones.

On the bones, many red-colored young butterflies were born. Thinking of the records in the ancient books, I was stunned for a long time before I turned around. Murong An was applying the ancient secret technique-Soul Fall on a large scale.

This legendary Chinese beautiful and cruel secret technique takes the region as its boundary. When it is implemented, time and space are overlapped and sealed. The red butterfly parasitic in the secret technique turns into a golden needle to **** the flesh and blood of living people, and the vermilion butterfly wings are all covered with blood. Stain red. Under the fall of the soul, the more the red butterfly flies, the more bones are left.

After many perverts were fortunate enough to appreciate this secret technique, they thought it embodied a kind of ultimate killing aesthetics, but what I thought was that Murong An’s previous son had a great loss of his mental power, and such a big scene was lost. , Can she survive?

It turns out that my worries are not redundant.

The full arc of the moon gradually showed a strange red color, the gust of wind swelled the sleeves of the robe, and the corners of the lips of Murong An, who closed his eyes, kept bleeding from the corners of his lips, and between the frowning eyebrows; the enchanting red butterfly suddenly fluttered out, she A mouthful of blood spouted from his mouth, and the sealed space opened instantly, and the red figure leaned back and was about to fall into the pile of dead corpses of flying butterflies on the battlefield. The war horse that was still not far away suddenly hissed, Su Heng’s black figure left the horse back and rushed forward like a sword.

She fell down and slammed into his chest, and he groaned and lay on the pile of bones and hugged her tightly. The dead red butterfly swirled around her, her face was pale, but her lips were blushing. He stroked her **** lips with trembling fingers: “Why are you here to save me? You should hide it from me and live safely where I don’t know.”

She frowned slightly: “You are my apprentice, the apprentice who taught me hand in hand, although you did something wrong, it made me very angry, I can annoy you, teach you, and give you hardship, but these people, what are they? , The disciples I taught by myself, are they sent to the battlefield specifically to bully them?”

He held her arm for a moment. Pressing her waist, inch by inch, let her cling to him tightly, and there were many unrecognizable emotions in the deep eyes. For a long time, the voice was hoarse and said: “Master, come back to me.”

auzw.com She raised her hand, there was still blood between her fingers, a butterfly came with blood, staying at the fingertips, she looked at the red dish, her lips curled up. Unbending arc: “Go back?” But shook his head casually: “I can’t go back, I’m dying.”

His broad shoulders trembled fiercely, and he looked at her in extreme shock, but his voice was dazed: “How come, I did something wrong, you have to come back to teach me and give me a hard time.”

She picked up her eyes and looked at him for a while, then suddenly laughed: “What you members of the Chen royal family say about me, I don’t really care. I don’t care what you think of me. I have lived for so long in this world, so long as I feel It’s a bit boring. You let me know what love is, taste its happiness, and taste its pain. Such a complete experience, isn’t it a rare thing for a charm? For a feast, there are all kinds of dishes from the South and the North. After eating this table happily, life should end.” She said effortlessly, with a good spirit, but her face gradually became transparent. More and more red butterflies perched around her, as if waiting for the last-minute farewell.

He squeezed her sleeves hard, and his voice sounded low, like a wounded beast: “Even if you don’t want me anymore, there are our children. Su Yu is very smart. You have to watch him grow up and watch He inherited Da Chen’s Guo Zuo.”

In the impression that he hasn’t talked much, but at this time, he couldn’t stop because of choking, as if she could not refuse to speak to her, as long as she did not refuse, she would stay.

She just looked at him with a smile, no one knew what it meant in that smile.

A gust of wind blew by, and his figure froze with his arms around her. For a long time, he stumbled to his feet, leaving a set of red Chinese clothes in his hands.

Huaxu’s tune came to an abrupt end, but I couldn’t get back to it for a long time. As expected, Murong An died in the battle of Liqiu, and the historical records show that she died like this.

This person was born with grace and grace, and died with unparalleled grace. This is Murong An, Donglu’s ever strongest secret sorcerer. This was… Su Yu’s mother. It turns out that his mother is not Mu Zhi.

After finishing the story, Master Jun frowned and fell silent. Thinking that this would not be a good answer for him, Jun Wei and I looked at Denghua in a daze and wondered what to say.

I’ve seen this past completely. To be honest, I don’t think this matter has anything to do with Master Jun. I don’t understand why he hates Chen Hou so much, and I want to kill him. But under Master Jun’s eyelids, I don’t really exchange views with Kou Junwei. Only relying on eye contact can really not collide with any thought sparks. After thinking about it for a long time, I think the most reasonable explanation I can think of is that Master Jun is also interested in Murong An. , So that she would be so hostile to Su Heng who accidentally harmed her… But after another thought, I felt that Murong An could not be so unlucky, so he accepted two disciples in his life. How could both disciples hold him The ambiguity of telling people.

Before I could think of a reason, Master Jun had already spoken: “After reading this Huaxu tune, you should know what I want you to do?”

I scratched my head, and Fuzhi tentatively said: “You want me to weave a dream for Chen Hou and trap him?”

Master Jun smiled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes: “Yes, Su Heng gave up his master to choose the throne. Although the master did not say this, I saw her pain that year. She could have stood better. Gao, but Su Heng blocked her way. I hate her for giving up everything for him, but he doesn’t know how to cherish it. If everything happens again, I’d like to see how Su Heng will choose after these years. If he loves the master After years of constant change, willing to stay in the Huaxu realm to accompany her, I let him go, and it can be regarded as the end of Master’s last regret in the world; if he still misses the glory on the throne, he will still be disappointed. She, then, I must let him die without a burial place.”

I looked at such a master in a complicated mood, and felt a lot of pressure. Hearing what he said, he wanted me to weave a Huaxu illusion that reproduced the past for Su Heng, and let him choose whether to stay in the dream or not.

But this is very different from Song Ning’s situation. No matter how he chooses, it will be a death. The difference is only active death and passive death. I bit my lip and thought for a while, and said softly: “Obviously, there are more ways of revenge, but you chose to let me apply Huaxu quotes to Su Heng. You just want to know that Murong An desperately saved his life back then. Is it worth it, right?”

He didn’t answer my words, the heavy things in his eyes were beyond my comprehension.

I think that this period of taboo that has been pretentious by history books has been destroyed by time in 25 years. There is nothing left. It only engraves hatred in the hearts of people who are still alive, struggling to find a result before forgetting. How many years Personnel are in the sand, so-called value is not worth, even if an answer is obtained, it will no longer be of any use. I don’t know why Master Jun is so obsessed with Chen Wangfu for a hatred that is not his own, but when I see his eyes, I suddenly feel that he just wants me to use Hua Xuyin to interrogate people’s hearts again.

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