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Chapter 395 Buzhou Mountain, I¡¯m So Beautiful, Farewell

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    If it is said that loving someone is like moths to a flame, I am willing to give everything for him, just for him to smile and turn around.

    It's just waiting, waiting for a wind to blow me to you, and you happen to be here.

    The same is true for Yan Xia who saw God's feelings for the ghost king in another space. When Youhuo approached them, Yan Xia couldn't help but retreat, but God did not back down.

    She seemed to be waiting, waiting for the ghost king to turn around.

    Yan Xia thought to herself: It's not that she is not afraid of You Huo Shen, but the sight of him in front of her completely chills her heart, or maybe she still has a thought in her heart: Maybe he won't treat herself like this.

    But the fact is that, loving someone is equivalent to peeling off the skin and bones, and loving the wrong person has to be multiplied ten times on this basis. At this time, the pain in the heart of the god is beyond anyone's experience.

    "Silly girl, I am the same as you. I will not be afraid. I will accompany you and suffer this together."

    The entire seventh floor of You Tower was shrouded in flames, and Yan Xia was instantly swallowed by You Huo. This was only a blink of an eye, and there was no time to think.

    The faint fire burned the delicate skin of Yan Xia, and penetrated deep into the bone marrow layer by layer.

    ?Because of the extremely high temperature, the forget-me-not computer on the right hand also felt a crisis.

    Hiding in the forget-me-nots, I am so beautiful and suffering. The flames have penetrated into his chip, so his voice began to be intermittent, as if he was telling Kun Xia the temperature of the flames in the center of the Youhuo, or maybe he was saying goodbye.

    Time passed very slowly and was very tormented. Yan Xia only felt the pain in the food marrow, but she couldn't cry out. The pain was so painful that she wanted to cry, but her eyes were numb like being roasted, and only her senses were still there.  She only felt that her bones were creaking, the structure of the skin was damaged, and it felt like it was about to shatter.  Her soul also suffered a strong attack, but she had no choice but to suffer like death.

    Fortunately, she can still hear voices.  But what came was the scream of the god, she was in pain!

    Perhaps because of the difference in time and space, Yanxia's body only endured half of the pain experienced by the god, because her heart obviously felt a hundred times more pain than her own body.

    Not only the harm caused by the ghost fire, but also the harm caused by the one I love, the most heartbreaking.

    Because she couldn't make a sound, Yan Xia could only pray silently in her heart: I hope this scumbag has a little conscience, and don't hurt God like this again, she really can't hold on anymore!

    The Ghost King is really going to be a scum to the end!  The ghost fire has not weakened, and it is getting stronger and stronger. Immediately after the arrival of the ghost fire center, it is the real torment moment.

    Yan Xia couldn't help sighing: How did Feng just endure such pain, and he still refused to look back. I am afraid that there is no other reason except for those who love God deeply.

    The center of the Youhuo is no longer a raging fire but a biting wind, which cannot be resisted by the body alone, and can only be backed up. The force is so strong that Yanxia feels her back bumped into a very hard building, and she suddenly falls back.  I lost my balance and felt a sense of falling.

    Could it be that he ran into the glazed wall on the seventh floor just now?  Since it is falling, it is correct.  According to what Yan Shu said, after the god fell into the abyss of Buzhou Mountain after suffering from the dark fire, he should also be falling down.

    The moment she rushed out of the Youta, Yan Xia's eyes could see things.

    The god fell at the same time as her, and she was still wrapped in flames.

    It's so cold here, the flames gradually cooled under the wind and snow, leaving only a black burnt color.

    The god's face has been burned by the ghost fire. Looking at it like this, there should be no good place on the whole body. For a woman, this is the most unacceptable pain.

    Buzhou Mountain is covered with ice and snow all the year round, and there is only one color when looking around, almost empty.

    It turns out that Youta is located at the junction of Zexi and Buzhoushang, on top of a cliff. Because of Buzhou Mountain, the back of Youta is covered with ice on the outer structure, and it is impossible to tell what color it was.

    Looking around, only the seventh floor was broken, and flames continued to burst out, but they quickly disappeared from sight.

    "I don't know how the god is? She suffered such a serious injury, how can she survive after falling into the abyss of Buzhou Mountain?"

    But there is no need to be afraid. Hearing from Yanshu that the god will return ten years later and avenge today's revenge, then the god's fall into the abyss may be another chance for life.

    "I'm so beautiful, hurry up and check the situation in Buzhou Mountain, I want to help the gods!" Yan Xia was surprised, why didn't I respond when I was so beautiful?  !

    "I'm so beautiful! I'm so beautiful, what's wrong with you!" Yan Xiaasked eagerly.

    Yan Xia raised her right hand subconsciously, and saw that her right hand was intact, but the purple and gold of forget-me-nots flashed frequently, as if the computer was broken.

    My beautiful intermittent voice came from my ear: "Xia, Xia'erthe chip is damagedNever, never farewell"

    farewell?  What means?  !

    In the process of falling, Yan Xia learned the bad news of the day, and her world collapsed in an instant, she couldn't accept it!

    "I'm so beautiful, you can't leave me, without you behind me, who will argue with me in the future, who will talk to me, II really like to be friends with you."

    Tears flowed down in Xia Xia, recalling that when I first met Me So Pretty, I doubted him and annoyed him for a while, but he accompanied me all the way.

    Whether it's Escape from the Secret Realm, the East, or the virtual world of Crescent Island, he's always by his side, listening to her nagging, without him, I really can't think about this journey.

    "How should I go on in the future?"

    Kunxia was very sad, but she thought for a while: "Will finding Siyu restore my beauty? Yes! I must find Siyu, he is the creator of my beauty, and he must have a way!"

    Yan Xia comforted herself, and there was hope in her heart, and she looked forward to the reunion with Si Yu even more.  Thinking of Feng, who looks exactly like Siyu, and what he did for the gods, Yan Xia saw it in his eyes.

    Turning her head to look at the god who was falling with her, she really didn't have time to be sentimental, she had to rely on herself to save the god, and she couldn't watch her hurt like that.

    Yan Xia turned over and grabbed the god, trying her best to protect her when she fell, but she couldn't contact the god, but her protection was effective, and the god was not injured when she fell to the ground.

    "This is Buzhou Mountain?" Yan Xia looked up, but couldn't see clearly at all. The wind and snow were so heavy that it hurt her face, and she almost couldn't open her eyes.

    "What should I do? The god seems to be in a coma." Yan Xia looked at the burnt god, and couldn't tell how painful it was.

    "Scumbag! This scumbag! To treat you like this, he will die!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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