When the eyes are touching each other, it is like the fingertips are soft and the heartbeat stops.

The slave god in the Moon Palace shook his mind, his vision was blank, except for the white figure, he could no longer see the protection of the sword tower, the Buddha's sword's anger, the Taoist rhyme and rays of light...

"Xiao Ba..."

My heart was murmured, and the Moon Palace slave opened his lips and teeth, but he couldn't hear it. No matter what he could do, he could only lock his eyes and could not move.

Of course she could see...

He attended in full dress, not because of the long lamp, but what he wore was the same as his dress when he first met.

More than thirty years have passed, and he seems to have grown a little taller? He has lost weight? He can't see clearly...

His beard was shaved cleanly, as if he could freeze his age, and his eyes were clear... vicissitudes, and there were traces at the corners of his eyes...

But it doesn't look like the picture Daoqiongcang gave him, the sloppy holy slave with unshaven beard and dry hair in the picture.

Daoqiongcang is indeed lying to himself!

He is still the same as before.

No, not exactly as it was...

On his shoulders, there were more holy slaves, more ghost beasts on Void Island, and more Taoism and inheritance. He no longer saw it, and he could not only be himself.

The field of vision was slightly blurred, and Xiao Ba became Xiao Shi Lie and Xiao San. There was one more him on his left and right sides, overlapping and separated from time to time, unable to see clearly or in real life.

The holy power rose slightly, and the fog in front of him was steaming. The Moon Palace slave saw Xiao Ba again. Maybe there were not so many "many", but he was the same.

"I'm different..."

The Moon Palace slave suddenly felt panic and his eyes were dodging, realizing that he was not dressed up at all.

But behind her head, her eyes were still locked at the man at the sky. She wanted to bow her head, but she couldn't do it at all, and she was unwilling to look away because of this.

Since the moment when the Han Prison was shot, in the past six months, the Moon Palace slave has imagined countless scenes of the two meeting each other.

She imagined meeting again in the sea of ​​flowers, embracing each other under the moonlight, and meeting back on the street with the lights...

I have thought about good things and bad things.

Perhaps because of his appearance, the eight monks who were in the battle were injured by Hua Changdeng again...

She miscalculated.

There are no such developments at all!

Even if this decision is back to reality, it must be to climb Lingyu Mountain, take a sneak peek and then recognize each other after the war.

I never thought that I would be caught at the foot of the mountain.

"My body..."

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!

The Moon Palace slave was confused and didn't have to look at it, and his current appearance automatically appeared in his mind.

Come from the south of the darkness and starry night, and it is full of dust.

The dress has not been replaced, and the hem of the skirt is also stained with Yeli sword slashing the damn Taoist sky, and blood was splashed on it at some point.

"The face is not washed..."

"I haven't put my hair down..."

"The necklace is still in the jade box..."

"I didn't wear the hosta I gave..."

"And there are those big rustic jewelry bracelets on Dafu Street..."

After a sudden anxiety, Xiao Ba became Xiao Shi Liu and Xiao San. The Moon Palace slave blinked and then he became clear again.

In the distance, Eight Zuns smiled, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and nodded to him invisibly.

Everything becomes less important again.

The world has turned back on its colors, and the howling sound of wind breaking through the wind, the roar of swords, and the sound of warriors hitting the swords, all of them are back!

Returning...

That's all!

So if you haven't seen each other for so many years, people will still become strangers.

When we met again, even the only way to ask good questions between you and me was left was nodding, right? Bazun An?

The Moon Palace Nu responded to the smile. He had originally curved his eyes, but soon there was a bitterness in his eyes. Finally, the corners of his raised mouth were lowered, and his vision returned to blur.

The cold wind blew, lifting up the scattered hair on the forehead and temples.

In her heart, there was an eighteen-year-old girl jumping on tiptoe, raising her right hand high, and responding with joy.

But that's all over.

In front of Yu Zhiwen, or even in front of Liu Fuyu, she was no longer young and could no longer do these actions.

The Moon Palace slave couldn't stand up, and when he lifted his white wrist, he could only lift it to his waist - he couldn't even reach his waist, and stopped just between his legs.

She waved gently, which was in imagination.

In fact, she just shook her slender fingers under her sleeves twice, and no one could see it. She was responding to his nod and smile.

really!

Eight masters! I didn’t see it either!

The Moon Palace slave looked dark. She raised her hand hard, but her hand was tremendous. She couldn't lift it up above her head, and she could only get her waist at the highest.

It seems that when I see each other again, I smiled and nodded slightly, which was the most I could do.

The Moon Palace slave let out a breath, as if he had removed all his strength, and after sucking his chest, he became smaller.

Her eyes lost their luster, her slender hands shrank, and half of her palm was hidden in her cuffs.

"cold……"

The sword is mysterious and in front of the five realms, the Eight Masters can't do anything, but it still feels bad.

What a lofty sage slave head!

What an arrogant eighth sword immortal!

Forgot all the past?

Finally, he seemed to remember something. The Moon Palace slave gritted his teeth and hated him, gently pressed his index finger and flicked it secretly... But there was no strength at all, and it was hidden in his cuffs, and no one could see it.

Afar, on the top of Lingyu Mountain.

The eighth sword immortal, who was above the sword sea and admired by the five realms, leaned back slightly, as if he was bounced to his head.

The Moon Palace slave was stunned.

The Eight Masters knew that there was still movement.

As before, he frowned and frowned at a very small scale...

This is in front of the five domains!

You are the eighth sword immortal, you are the leader of the holy slave, you are opening the mysterious sword - what are you doing now?

The Moon Palace slave pursed his lower lip.

When she saw the eyebrows pulsing slightly for two more times, she couldn't stop laughing, and she sniffed and turned her head away.

I won't look at you anymore.

...

"I'm angry."

"Why are you angry?"

"Your head breaks down."

"I'll hide."

"You hide from me!"

"Oh, I can't hide, I'm bounced..."

...

"Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

An inappropriate rooster crow interrupted the past.

The Moon Palace slave almost couldn't react. How could there be... a chicken crow in such a serious Lingyu battle environment?

She looked up.

But at some point, Hu had bypassed the blockade of the Buddha's sword and the Angry Immortal, and did not take the lead.

With the guidance of Daoyun, the ancestor of the Xuanmiaomen Sword, it flashed into it and walked quickly.
To be continued...