Nine Desolate Sword Demon

Chapter 391 Leaving Nine Desolation
The most important thing is that the woman in Peng Ye's arms was also covered in blood, her jade hands were hanging down without any strength, and even in the rain, no matter how rain fell on her cheeks, there was no response...

Until Peng Ye walked into the hall step by step, no one spoke, their eyes were wide open, at a loss, and they didn't know how to speak.

"What, what's going on... What's going on...Feng Chen..." Zhou Quan was the first to wake up, and asked anxiously.

"Falling asleep." Peng Ye's expression was indifferent, but there was a kind of sadness and desolation in the indifference.

Wang Quan Zichen stepped forward to feel Feng Chenyu's pulse, slightly frowned, and then looked at Peng Ye with beautiful eyes, "She, she has no pulse."

"She just fell asleep." Peng Ye said with a dull expression, "She will wake up, she will definitely wake up."

"I killed her." Feng Qiuhuang was heartbroken, "If I could suppress my feelings and not speak out, Feng Chen would not run away alone, let alone become like this! My fault! "

While Feng Qiuhuang was talking, he slapped himself wildly, trying to wake himself up!I will never be emotional in the future!Don't hurt any woman!
Swish!
A voice sounded, and Feng Qiuhuang said goodbye.

"Feng Qiuhuang!" Mo Zixuan frowned, trying to chase after him, but was stopped by Di Jingtian.

"Let him calm down alone." Di Jingtian said heavily, frowning.

Peng Ye was still taciturn, with a sluggish expression, hugging Feng Chen, his eyes were full of emptiness, the situation was better than words.

"The deceased is gone, let her be buried in peace." At this time, a person came, Zhiqiu Yiye, "All kinds of causal cycles in the world, God has its own definite number, her pulse has stopped, and it can only be regarded as a relationship with you in this life. fate is over."

"Have you forgotten that I don't believe in heaven, nor in the afterlife?" Peng Ye said, "I will definitely bring her back to life."

"How to live?" Seeing Peng Ye's appearance, Wang Quan Zichen also felt distressed, and immediately shouted: "She died herself! Her soul consciousness has disappeared! Don't lie to yourself anymore! Peng Ye!"

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"Roar--!"

Peng Ye finally knelt down with a 'plop' and finally cried, raising his head in the rain at the gate of the hall and howling like a dragon roaring!Sadness, desolation, desolation...

……

a few days later.

On one of the highest peaks in the Eastern Wasteland, Peng Ye buried Feng Chen here, and the tombstone was inscribed: Tomb of Feng Chen, a confidante.

"Grumbling..."

The sunset clouds and the lone bird flew together, and the autumn water was the same color as the sky. In front of the grave, a young man was sitting, drinking strong wine, and the white clothes and white hair slowly fluttered as a gust of evening wind passed by.

"Peng Ye, Peng Ye, you keep saying that you want to protect the people around you, but in the end some people still leave. Do you think it's ridiculous?" Peng Ye was half drunk and half awake, talking to himself, and then laughed sadly.

In the past few days, Peng Ye has been willing to degenerate, drinking heavily all day long, and his beard has grown a lot. He recalled that he had watched Legend of Sword and Fairy when he was a child, and now he finally understands the ending of Li Xiaoyao holding the child and asking the sword master. Sentence: Do you understand?

"I'd rather not understand..." Peng Ye murmured looking at Tianji Guhong, the corner of his mouth was bitter and self-deprecating, and another sip of strong wine fell into his throat.

Yu Palace.

"I want to go see brother Ye." Zhao Qingcheng said worriedly in the courtyard of the palace, "He has become very haggard these days, and I'm worried that he will never recover in the future."

"Don't worry, he knows more principles than anyone else. If he wants to fall, gods can't save him. If he grows like this, he can survive in a desperate situation." Qian Siyu seems to understand Peng Ye best. Maybe this time...is also his chance to transform from a boy to a man."

"Siyu is right." Wang Quan Zichen surprisingly agreed, and the two of them haven't argued for anything in the past few days, and the atmosphere seems to be very harmonious.

It’s just that it’s too cruel to exchange all of this with Feng Chen’s death, but that’s often the saddest thing about human nature. You only know how to cherish it when you lose it, you suddenly realize it when you lose it, and you regret it when you leave it.

……

A month later.

Peng Ye's beard has grown very long, and his face is haggard, but he still can't stop after all, and he has to continue to find the way back to the earth.

Because, this is no longer a question of whether to go back, but a long-cherished wish of them as earthlings, and Peng Ye also wants to return Feng Chen's soul to his homeland.

"This is the last thing I can do for you. I know that even though I can't make up for it." Peng Ye got up while speaking, slightly relieved, and put the urn into the sodium ring.

Swish!
Then Peng Ye's entire figure disappeared into the distance.

……

In Yu Palace.

Peng Ye called other people he had traveled from the earth, and was going to take them to the heavenly road together, officially setting off to search for the earth.

Seeing that Peng Ye had come out of his grief, they all felt relieved.

"I also need to go."

In the main hall, Zhao Qingcheng said anxiously to Peng Ye and the others.

"I'm not going to play." Peng Ye said, "And it's still unknown whether I can go back or not. The road to heaven is dangerous, and I can't take care of so many people."

"You plan to not want me after you get married?" Zhao Qingcheng pouted.

"How dare you?" Peng Ye said in helpless embarrassment.

"Sister Qingcheng, let Peng Ye go back with his friends, it's not like he won't come back." Feng Jiu said immediately, looking at Peng Ye, "Is that right?"

"Well, I still have you here in Nine Wastes, and I will definitely come back." Peng Ye nodded and said, "It's good for me to practice in Nine Wastes. Remember, my wife, Peng Ye, is not an ordinary woman."

"Yeah!" All the women nodded, their brows filled with precious expressions.

"Then you have to come back early." Zhao Qingcheng said with a look of reluctance.

"En." Peng Ye nodded.

"I'll go with you too." Mo Zixuan said unexpectedly at this time, and spread his hands with a smile: "I want to see my future mother-in-law with Jingjing."

"Jingjing?" Peng Ye frowned when he said this.

"Of course it's Xiang Jingjing." Mo Zixuan said.

"You..." Peng Ye was dumbfounded, he had no idea when they were together.

"We're together in a daze." Xiang Jingjing snorted and held Mo Zixuan's hand, smiling sweetly.

"Sure." Peng Ye also smiled lightly.

"Okay, okay, it's time for us to go." Qian Siyu changed the subject at this time, afraid that Peng Ye would hear about Feng Chen again.

"Let's go." Peng Ye naturally understood Qian Siyu's concerns about changing the subject, and smiled forcedly. At the moment he decided to let go, he had already looked away a lot.

Swish swish!
At the same time, seven or eight figures left Yu Palace one after another and flew towards Qishan Mountain in Zhongzhou.

"Brother Ye! You must come back and see me! I will become very strong!" Zhao Qingcheng shouted at the sky with red eyes at this time.

Among Peng Ye's women, she and Sister Sha Lan were the worst in cultivation, so this time she also made up her mind to become stronger, hoping that one day she could help Peng Ye and be useful, not useless.

(End of this chapter)