The hoarse roar of "smoke" echoed in the empty sky, Nangong Wentian suddenly hated his carelessness at this moment, hated his promise, he shouldn't have promised Yan, she would solve Helian Feng by herself, she shouldn't stand by and wait, and promise her to fight alone.
Nangong Wentian hated himself so much that he broke his body into thousands of pieces, and the price he paid for his momentary carelessness turned out to be the loss of his cigarette.
As long as he thought that from now on, between the vast heaven and earth, there was no such girl who could make him feel comfortable, and Nangong Wentian felt that the color of heaven and earth had been lost.
When the poor fall into the Yellow Spring, he also wants to find the elegant girl.
"Smoke, smoke" Nangong Wentian rushed to the black wind regardless of it, and put his hand in without the slightest hesitation, the coercion of his whole body was wide open, his clothes fluttered, his ink hair was flying, and he roared violently.
No, no, not yet His hand kept passing through the black wind, searching for Long Feiyan's body, but no matter how many times he penetrated, he still found nothing.
He was unwilling, so he simply penetrated the whole person, no matter how he searched, he found nothing, and he found nothing.
Could it be that his smoke, lovely, arrogant, and wild, has also turned into black water?
Nangong Wentian's eyes were full of despair and grief, as if he couldn't bear to close his eyes, and he could almost hear the sound of water droplets of Long Feiyan's body turning into water in his ears.
A huge pain hit the heart, and the chest cavity seemed to be pierced by a huge and sharp hand, digging out the bloody heart, hollowing out everything, and everywhere was empty.
He could barely stand up straight with a gizzard, and endless darkness struck her, thousands of sharp arrows piercing through his body.
In a trance, that beautiful and unparalleled face appeared in front of his eyes again, arrogant and indifferent He couldn't help laughing, and his dead eyes were dark: "Unforgivable, unforgivable, don't let go" The black wind didn't know when it stopped, Helian Feng stood with a white face, covering his chest, with a trace of blood on the side of his mouth, and boundless horror in his eyes, looking at the man in black clothes and wearing a silver mask in front of him, he felt that death was coming towards him step by step.
"Lord Regent, I don't know, I don't know" Helian Feng was shocked and incoherent, he didn't expect that the regent would value Long Feiyan so much, didn't he say that the two had been ordered to dissolve the marriage contract, didn't he say that the regent was cold-hearted, even if the nine brides died in the same room on the night of candles, he didn't care about half a point If it was true, how could he search for Long Feiyan in the thick black fog regardless of life and death Why did he have a pair of cold eyes at this time, looking at him with a dead man's eyes He Lianfeng felt that he was already a corpse that could not breathe in the eyes of Nangong Wentian at this moment.
Too frightened and frightened, Helian Feng actually forgot his previous doubts: why the regent was not afraid of his black wind His words didn't fall, Nangong Wentian arrived at his side at an incredible speed, and with a strength that ordinary people couldn't match, he grabbed Helian Feng's neck.
Nangong Wentian grabbed Helian Feng's neck with one hand, but did not strangle him, but turned into a palm with the other hand, like a sharp blade, the palm of the hand fell, Helian Feng's arm fell to the ground, and the scarlet blood sprayed on the black ground with a pop, and the slender arm fell to the ground, stained with black water traces, and little by little turned into black water and seeped into the ground.
Helian Feng's scream, Nangong Wentian as if he had never heard it, and then his palm fell, cutting off his other arm, and then cutting off his legs.
The second son of Helian, who was once famous, became a bloody man at this time, screaming louder than a voice, Helian Feng at this time couldn't help hating his cultivation, if he could faint, what a happy thing it would be.
"How dare you harm her" Nangong Wentian stared at the bloody Helian Feng, asking word by word, his voice was gloomy like stagnant water, spit out of his mouth, like an echo from hell.
And he, the one who spoke, was more like a ghost crawling out of hell, with a smell that was more poisonous than the black wind.
"You hurt her, you killed my cigarette" is not a question, but an affirmation, full of hatred in his heart, as if he was touched by something, breaking out of his body, and in his dark blood-red eyes, he threw Helian Feng's to the ground fiercely.
Nangong asked about the weather, but he didn't even care about suppression, and a mouthful of scarlet blood spurted out, falling on the black ground, as well as on the black brocade robe that had already been tattered.
At this moment, Nangong Wentian is not an invincible god of war, nor is he a ghost king feared by the world, just an ordinary man who has lost his love.
Obviously, his cultivation is unfathomable, but like a man with no force value, he pounced and suppressed Helian Feng's vigorous slap.
"You killed her, you killed her, you killed her" As if a machine, he kept pumping Helian Feng's mouth, pumping the blood at the corners of his mouth, and pumping his face to rot, but he still kept repeating, as if at this moment, he would not do anything except slap.
It wasn't until Helian Feng was smoked out of breath that Nangong Wen stopped moving, his once sharp eyes were empty and blank, like a child who couldn't find a home.
"Smoke, you come out, let's go home, you come out, let's go home" He kept screaming and calling, but the beautiful and proud girl never answered.
Nangong Wentian's voice was almost panicked at the end, unable to hide the desperation in it.
"Smoke in the ground," he said, reaching out to dig into the black soil, kicking up black dust one by one.
"Smoke, let's stop playing, let's go home," Nangong Wentian said with a slight tremble, forcibly curling the corners of his mouth, as if he was afraid that his cold face would scare his smoke.
Although he never said his cigarettes, every time he laughed, her eyes were always more focused than usual, his laughter, hard laughter, desperate laughter could not be said, he laughed more, and his cigarettes came back.
In the vast world, everything seemed to stop moving, only the black man with a mask pulled the corners of his mouth and kept raising the black earth with his hands.
Helian Feng had already been cut off his limbs, and he died beyond recognition, Nangong Wentian didn't know how long he had been digging, facing the huge empty pit, he stopped digging and knelt on the edge of the pit, looking at his scarred, bloodstained hands with a blank expression, his breathing gradually became heavier, and his eyes became more and more desperate.
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