Zhao Changhe said: "You are also injured..."

Huangfuqing smiled slightly: "My little shock injury is nothing... If you want to help me heal, then..."

She turned around and looked around, and saw a group of stunned Blood God cultists and temple guards all over the mountains and plains. There was some scornful pride in her eyes, and she suddenly reached out and hugged Zhao Changhe's neck: "Kiss me."

Zhao Changhe hugged her slender waist obediently, the touch of the cold armor gave her an even more strange experience at this moment, and kissed her fiercely.

On the top of the mountain in Langjuxu, the sun was setting and the wind was rising.

The coach was not wearing a helmet, with her ponytail raised casually, and she was kissing her beloved man on the top of this conquered mountain. The wind blew her ponytail high, and also fluttered her fiery red cloak, and the cold armor outlined the beauty.

The curve of the figure, a long spear standing beside him, the red tassel of the spear head fluttering like fire.

The soldiers and horses on both sides looked up, with mixed feelings in their hearts.

After a long time, Huangfu Qing pushed the man away, pulled out his spear, and turned back down the mountain: "Who can speak in your temple?"

An old shaman raised his head gently: "Commander..."

"Needless to say, if you are willing to surrender, the injured will recuperate, and those who are able to move will accompany me on the expedition. I need your shaman to accompany me to give comfort and advice."

"……yes."

"The Blood God Religion Department will stay at the Holy Mountain to guard the prisoners and protect your Holy Son... The remaining three armies will follow me westward!"

Zhao Changhe watched Huangfu Qing lead the crowd down the mountain. Xue Canghai's loud voice drove the injured in the temple to rush to the mountainside to set up tents. The top of the mountain became deserted again. At this time, Yue Hongling slowly walked out of the secret realm and stood

He tilted his head to look at him.

Zhao Changhe asked: "How does it feel to take the head of an enemy chief thousands of miles away?"

"It didn't work out." Yue Hongling was a little regretful.

"That's almost it..." Zhao Changhe laughed: "You also said that the pre-embedded sword energy was useless, so I feel that you are the destiny of God."

"Isn't this about you?"

"Me? My luck is concentrated in getting you."

Yue Hongling laughed dumbly.

Zhao Changhe asked: "Why couldn't you hide in there just now?"

"Sister Zhuque is the coach, so I won't come out and compete with her." Yue Hongling smiled narrowly: "It's great now, you and I are side by side."

Zhao Changhe didn't say anything for a while. The two of them stood side by side on the top of the mountain and looked at the sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

The sea of ​​clouds at dusk was orange-red and vast, which was very spectacular. The afterglow of the setting sun came out from the clouds and sprinkled on them, reflecting a hazy halo. There was a river in the distance, and the setting sun reflected in it, making it sparkling, with a solitary bird flying across it.

Passed by, fleetingly.

Xue Canghai, who was at the foot of the mountain, raised his head and saw only two black shadows facing the light. His eyes were bright and the scenery was beautiful.

The two figures got closer and closer. Yue Hongling leaned gently on Zhao Changhe's shoulder and whispered: "This sunset glow is the Xiapei I married."

Zhao Changhe turned to look at her.

Yue Hongling did not raise her head, and there was a rare blush on her face: "You said before... If you don't propose marriage to my master, you should propose marriage to heaven and earth on the top of Langjuxu Mountain. You and I will join hands with swords and ride horses.

The fate of the sand formed a painting at this moment. This magnificent scene of the setting sun and the solitary owl reflecting on the long river is the flower candle for you and me. The blood of the enemy chiefs is the Henan wine for you and me."

Zhao Changhe turned around, lifted her chin, and asked in a low voice: "Then...what do you want to call me?"

When we meet in the world someday, what will you call me?

Yue Hongling raised her head and looked at him for a long time, her eyes sparkling: "Husband."

After this reunion in Xiangyang, Yue Hongling never mentioned leaving to pursue her own career in the world, and always followed Zhao Changhe. But from that time on, her light seemed to begin to fade away. From the brightest glow in the sky,

Into the clouds, dissolved in the sky, silently watching the changes in the world, wielding the auxiliary sword, becoming a link in the formation.

Many people in the world, including Zhao Changhe and Yue Hongling themselves, are wondering whether this is not suitable for her, and whether sooner or later she will end up in the world on her own.

But it didn't.

She is who she is after all. Even if she is only a part of the formation, she can still play the most different role. Although her body is limited, this sword has no boundaries.

The only difference is that at that time the sword was shining brightly, but Yu Yu was walking alone in the wind and sand of the desert. Now the sword's light was gathered in the sheath, but his mood was peaceful and peaceful.

That means the wanderer has a home.

"There is always a family." She took Zhao Changhe's hand very generously, turned around and walked towards the secret realm: "Although I have been eaten up by you long ago... But I still feel that this is you

My bridal chamber.”

Zhao Changhe also said: "I also feel that although I seem to have done everything, I only got you now."

Yue Hongling chuckled: "My husband deserves it."

Although a blood evil gem was taken away from the spirit gathering formation of the Immortal God, it was only used to sharpen the blood and murderous intent. The overall spirit gathering effect is still there, and it can be used with a little repair.

There are bright lights everywhere, forming an independent space surrounded by clouds and mist.

Yue Hongling took Zhao Changhe's hand and entered, surrounded by clouds and clouds, like a gauze curtain.

The sun has completely set, and the top of the mountain is completely silent.

For the first time, she took the initiative to untie Zhao Changhe's clothes, gently stroked the scars branded by the thunder, and whispered: "I will help my husband heal his wounds."
Chapter completed!