Qu Ling Begonia Sword

How chivalrous is the world, and the love of children in the world. "Lian'er, is she... Is she okay?" The moon is as cold as a knife, and corpses are strewn across the riverside of the Quling Mountain, and the river is filled with blood. Lian Fengyuan coughed several times, calmly wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, breathed secretly, tried his best to crawl to Yin Li's side, and two shocking dark red streaks appeared on his legs. He carefully lifted her up, patted her back gently, and said softly, "She is fine, don't worry." Yin Li's chest was filled with tears, and a large mouthful of black and purple blood stood out. Lian Fengyuan's expression remained normal, he rolled up his sleeves and wiped it gently. Yin Li struggled to squeeze out a smile, and touched Lian Fengyuan's face with her muddy hand, "Feng Yuan, you took me out of the palace that day, causing my nine clans to be destroyed and destroyed. I hated you to the core, but I also know that even if you don't take me away, he will not let them go. What kind of person is he, how can I not know? Later you took me to Qungling Mountains, I realized that one day I can be so free and indulge in the mountains and wilderness. If there is anything I can't let go of..." She slowly turned her head and looked across the deep water of the Han River. In the dark night, the Changling Mountain not far away seemed even more lonely and cold. The eaves of Chongyuan Pavilion on the top of the mountain were vaguely visible. She had knitted a small coat for Lian'er under the eaves. The fishy smell rose up in his chest, and he vomited out another mouthful of blood. Lian Fengyuan wanted to wipe it for her again, but she dodged it without leaving a trace. Yin Li smiled lowly, "If I can die for Lian'er today, I, Zhong Biqing, will have nothing more to ask for in this life and the next."