Immortal Voices

Looking at the surrounding ruins and corpses, the comer walked towards the only place where there was still alive atmosphere, and when he approached, he discovered that it was a child.

Originally, he wanted to meet the Lord who was not dead, but he did not expect to find a child. It seems that it is a fate of masters and apprentices.

Shen Xi sighed, stretched out her hand to pick up the child, her eyes stopped for a moment on the collapsed stone sword, and turned into a sword light disappearing into the sky.

It wasn't until Shen Xi's breath completely disappeared that Rong Xian walked out of the shadows.

She had just reached the exit and the overwhelming fire was burning.

Through the fire, Rong Xian faintly saw a group of black men outside staring at Jianzhu.

Obviously, now is not a good time to go out.

She stood in the fire, but the fire was strange and did not burn her.

Rong Xian's gaze fell on the sky in the distance, and a pity was drawn in his heart, and it was a little bit worse to get all the blood, but it was a pity.

That seal can protect the energy of the sword emperor ’s blood for ten years, so Yu Xiu, since you are the only one left, you must protect the sword's emperor blood for me. I will go in ten years' time. Take, if there is something wrong ...

A bit of cold mang flashed under the eyes of a girl covered with blood, just like the cold weather in the thirty-nine days.

The fire burned for two days and two nights, and the entire Shiqiao was torched.

After all the men in black had evacuated, Rong Xian walked out of Jianzhu.

She looked at the corpses steadily, not knowing what she was thinking. By the time she returned, she had crouched down and dug a lot of pits, and buried all the bones burned with coke.

Fill in the last pile of soil, Rong Xian engraved Yu Qing's name.

"Chief, Yu Xiu has survived, are you happy?" Rong Xian whispered to the stone monument: "You only have such a son, and you still love him so much. Although I am not sincere, but in the end protect him and live, wait for him After stepping back here ... "

Rong Xian didn't say the rest, her mouth moved, hiding the emotions in her heart.

Looking at the familiar names appearing on the tombstone, thinking back to the kindness given by these people during this time, Rong Xian did not know if he should say sorry.

She picked up a small stone from the sword mound, took out the dagger that she had taken in the pharmacy, and sat on the floor without paying any attention. It took everyone one day and one night to carve the stone bridge.

She moved her fingertips and finally engraved Yu Xiu and herself. Everyone in the Yu clan was here. One was not lost, and the other was not less.

Rong Xian, with a soft eyebrow, carved a small village out of stone, and put these people into it as if they were alive.

She rubbed against the small village of stone carving, her mouth slightly tilted, so that it seemed as if everyone hadn't died, but changed her form and kept alive.

Looking at this small stone village, Rong Xian's iron-hearted heart suddenly stung.

"Originally, I still have my heart ..." Rong Xian covered her heart, her big eyes filled with blankness, immersed in her thoughts.

She had just been born again and was too weak, and among the people in Baoquan and Baoquan, she did not hesitate to choose herself.

She has always enjoyed the kindness of the Yu clan, but in the end she can only watch them die. Her mood is undoubtedly heavy.

But reasonably told her that the world was originally weak and strong, and the weak was the original sin. As long as they chose to guard the sword emperor's blood, as early as the weakest hour of her rebuilding, all the endings have been doomed by fate.

What did they have to do with her dying along with her fate? It was not her hand.

Even if she doesn't show up here, someone who has never given up looking for the Yu clan will find it sooner or later. They only have the way to die, and the last one can't survive-nothing has changed, and she doesn't need guilt, does she?

No, it isn't.

After living for thousands of years, she has been growing into a strong one in the killing and loneliness. She knows that there is more than just indifference in this world, but also goodwill, love, and affection. No one has ever given her goodness and she does not need it.

But in Shiqiaoyuan this month, she experienced it personally, and she felt the warmth and ease that seemed to be able to burn the soul, so true, so nostalgic.

Rong Xian touched the hand of the stone for a while, and looked at the eyes of the lifelike stone people, a trace of confusion appeared.

But it was only a month of getting along. Why did she carve everyone's voice and smile so clearly, but it was just a group of weak people, why did she remember it so clearly.

Rong Xian was silent for a long time, dragged the small stone village into the sword mound, guarded by Wan Jian, and no one would bother.

Out of the sword mound, she came to the graveyard, closed her eyes and fell asleep on the tombstone in her colorful clothes.

In these days, she hasn't rested. She is not only in a tense state, but also doesn't care about the injuries on her body. She also sleeplessly puts people in Shiqiao into sleep and carves everyone.

Now the man in black will not come again. Everything is over. Let her rest for a while, just for a while.

Soon after Rong Xian slept, a young man in a purple robe walked slowly here.

Seeing the thick smoke here, he froze and walked in quickly.

Twenty years ago when he came here, despite the prohibition, he could clearly see the contentment of self-sufficiency and livelihood.

The people here are simple and happy, and every time they see them, the man feels warmth. It seems that all the gloom can pass, and the future will definitely be better.

I want to take a look today, but did not expect that this place has become a ruin.

In the once lively and lively place, there was only a dead silence. There were no more children playing, and there was no warm scene of a family playing with their children.

There was a devastating event here!

There was a sigh of pity in the man's eyes, and he walked lightly forward.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, his eyes were full of shock.

Nearly a hundred tombs and tombstones were erected in front of the place where the children practiced martial arts. At the forefront of the tombstone, a child leaned there seemed to be asleep.

The man looked at her hand subconsciously, and sure enough, those hands were filled with mud mixed with blood. He was not sure whether the child's hands were intact. Obviously, all the tombstones here were made by the child alone.

The child didn't sleep comfortably, she seemed to feel strange, she opened her eyes slowly.

Rong Xian's clear phoenix eyes reflected the figure of the man in front, one side was as clean as a fairy, and the other was as dirty as a beggar.

The man who suddenly appeared here was not malicious, and his breath was very pure. After judging that this person would not threaten her, Rong Xian was relieved.

After a long time of confrontation between the two, Rong Xian leaned on the tombstone and slept again, as if the previous confrontation was really just judging whether the person in front of him was in danger.

When Rong Xian closed his eyes, the man in front of him scared the child so much that he was close to the enemy. He stepped forward and hugged the child carefully in his arms, and made his first salute towards this graveyard. , Go away.