I am the real person of Yuding

Chapter 171 The Burned Heart

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Qingyu seems to be really not good at this thing. In modern times, she grew up in an orphanage since she was a child. After going to school, she has always been a good girl and has never been in love.

If it is said that Qingyu has developed a strange nostalgia for men along the way, she will think of the pleasant scent of flowers and the sound of the piano...

So... the flower tree, the girl in the blue shirt playing the piano, Yang Jian knew her destiny in every life, and he probably knew that life too!That person from that life!
"What's wrong?" Wu Wang noticed Qing Yu's strange expression.

"Heh... reminded me of some absurd past." Qingyu shook her head, and looked at the dream again.

The man in black was much weaker than he actually was, probably because Yang Jian had consciously lowered his mana a lot.

But the two were still fighting inextricably, when suddenly a piece of white fell from half of the sky, and the woman in the green shirt was surrounded by the white light.

"Master—" Yang Jian shouted at the woman in the green shirt, "Be careful!"

The woman in the green shirt looked back, only to see a group of gods suddenly appearing behind her and threw magic weapons and swords at her!

Yang Jian wanted to go forward to protect her, but the man in black behind him kept pestering her, so he stopped caring and ran towards the woman in green, but was knocked down by the man in black.

The woman's eyes were full of astonishment, she raised her hand to block those magical treasures, but she was as weak as a willow branch in the wind, and was stabbed by several swords at once, the blood stained the blue shirt.

"Master—"

The man in black turned into a cloud of black breath and melted into the body of the woman in blue. The woman struggled to get up, and all the gods in the sky were gesticulating, and they didn't know what they were talking about. They could only see them strike again.

"...What's wrong with all of this? His dream must have been too hard. It is said that he thinks about it every day and dreams at night. What is going on in his mind every day? Fighting, killing, love Love love love, how have I ever taught this?"

"Dream, who knows? It can be false or unreal, true or false!" Wu Wang smiled and said, "Are you ready? The person in the dream is about to die, so you can go in!"

"After I go in, what do I need to do?"

"In the time of a stick of incense, what do you like to do, after a stick of incense, I will help you lead the robbery."

The two looked at the enchantment again.

Yang Jian ran and crawled towards the woman in the green shirt, the smile on the woman's face finally disappeared, and there was a bit of reluctance in her painful expression, and she fell powerlessly into Yang Jian's arms.

"Master..." Yang Jian gathered mana in his hands and wanted to save the girl, but no matter how he used spells, it was difficult to stop the blood on the girl's body, and the red color was blurred on the green shirt.

The woman tremblingly put her hand on Yang Jian's arm: "Erlang...no need..."

"Master, why is it like this again... I don't want you to die..." Yang Jian panicked, and the woman's body began to emit black breath, and her face became hideous.

"Master——" a mournful cry caused Qingyu, who was watching from the sidelines, to feel a little chilly in his heart.

The woman in the green shirt dispersed with the wind, leaving no bones left, leaving Yang Jian lying on the ground alone, tears streaming down his face, eyes reddened, and even more hostile.

Lifting the little Jiao on the ground with one hand, he turned his head to look at the group of immortals standing on the cloud: "I want you to pay for your life—"

Flaming lava gushed out of the desert, and the corpses inside the lava were exposed.

Yang Jian stepped on the cloud step by step, the knife fell, and layers of air waves were rolled up. The gods retreated and scattered away, but the eyes of the black robe were red, and there was only one word in his heart - kill!

The sky was covered with blood, and it was a piece of red, and the sound of crying and wailing echoed throughout the dream.

Yang Jian like this is really terrifying.

"Senior Wuwang, teach me to dream, if this continues, his mind will be ruined."

"I told you before, this is his dream after all, I can't protect you well, you have to think about it for a while!" Wu Wang looked at the scene in the enchantment, Thinking that it might be a little risky for her to go in, she kindly reminded her.

"Well, think it over, please senior."

A ray of purple light flowed from Wuwang's fingertips and poured into Qingyu's body.

"You have entered the realm! Within the enchantment, after a stick of incense, I will lead you into robbery!"

"Okay, thank you!"

Sapphire rushed towards the barrier, stepped into it, and the hot molten lava wrapped her feet.

At this time, she didn't have the magic power to get close to her, so she could only rely on her flesh and blood to enter.

The corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching, her brows were furrowed, and the pain was burning all over her body, so the sweat suddenly congealed, and she was struggling to walk, so she could only yell out that one when her thin lips parted and closed:
"Yang Jian--"

That call, after a hundred years, wandered between heaven and earth in that dream.

The sharp weapon in the man's hand froze, his body froze, he turned his head, and followed the voice, only to see that the man in the green shirt was also looking at him.

"Master!?"

There was a bit of surprise in his tone, but he was overwhelmed by the sense of joy in an instant.

Seeing that green shirt standing in the sea of ​​flames, he couldn't care less about anything else.

When the mind moved, the fire light dissipated, and in the dream, there was a sea of ​​flowers swaying on the soft grass.

In one thought, the green shirt came from the fragrance of flowers.

The cloud is light and the wind is light, the warm sun is slightly moist.

Here, there are only their masters and apprentices.

"Master!"

He landed in front of her and hugged her into his arms, his voice was a little choked, and his body was trembling slightly.

He held her tightly because he was afraid that if he let go, she would leave him.

Yang Jian was already much taller than Qing Yu, at this moment, her chin was on his shoulder, she wanted to push him away, and teach her a lesson: behave frivolously!

But the sound of the man's whimpering breath came from her ear, she couldn't help lowering her eyebrows, stroking Yang Jian's shoulder and comfortingly said: "It's okay, everything is over..."

For a long time, Qingyu supported Yang Jian's shoulders, wiped away the tears from his eyes, and said with a smile: "It's still so hypocritical, no... no progress..."

Yang Jian smiled through tears, how long has he heard this sentence?The one in front of him is his master!
Although the lava had disappeared, the burnt scars on Qingyu were still there, and the pain that pierced her nerves was still there. Now, she really couldn't stand up anymore, and the expression on her face was also a little uncontrollable.

Beads of sweat fell from her forehead, and she was about to fall and sit down when she was unsteady.

Yang Jian hurriedly supported him, only then did he see that under the green shirt, the pair of jade feet were bloody and bloody.

"It doesn't matter... being a teacher is a fairy body, it's just... it's just a pain for a while, and it will be fine soon." Qingyu looked down, couldn't bear to look directly, slightly tightened her eyelids, and patted Yang Jian's arm She tried to speak naturally, but the pain still forced her to lose her breath, and her complexion was hard to change.

"You—what are you doing!!?"

Yang Jian picked up Qingyu, which made Qingyu startled.

(End of this chapter)