Xi Mutong, who was suspended on a fragmented mountain, reluctantly said goodbye to the people she missed in her heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The hungry eagles-billed bats had gathered around and began to peck at her flesh, believing that the time of death was over, and that when their beaks were inserted into their hearts, they would be able to leave their bodies and die in other worlds.

Unexpectedly, he was hovering on the edge of life and death, but there was a shocking change in the distance, and the continuous sound of the eagle roar crossed the sky, and its majestic momentum frightened the strange birds who ate to flee one after another.

Xi Mutong thought that after closing her eyes, she would sleep for a long time, but who knew that the situation was so reversed, she didn't know what happened, so she had to reopen her eyes and look in the direction where the sound came from, and saw that under the dark and gloomy sky in the north, there seemed to be a few silver-white electric lights. As the eagle's whistle approached, the lightning intensified, flashing into a white expanse and sweeping towards the two peaks that had imprisoned her.

She endured the pain and shook her head in disbelief to make her blurry vision clear. Gradually, she could see clearly that three giant birds, one large and two small, were speeding towards her by dissipating the night mist in the Torture Mountain.

The silver lightning was the light produced by the friction of their wings against the air as they flew like lightning.

The giant bird in the lead was the largest, and she saw it familiarly, but the pain in her body confused her brain, and for a moment she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

But she didn't have time to think about it, for in the blink of an eye they had crossed the clouds like three small, silver-glittering hills and came to her.

When they appeared in their entirety, she realized that they were three eagles, all black and shiny like glaze, but on each head was a handful of down feathers as white as snow.

They all tilted their heads to the left, their red eyes full of concern, looking her up and down. Although they are huge, this consistent head-turning movement makes them look cute and cute.

The eagle's eyes finally reminded Xi Mutong of where he had seen it, and suddenly his heart was like being pierced by ten thousand arrows, and the pain of his body and skin was suppressed, leaving only endless heartache. Her heart was so torn apart that she almost fainted, and she muttered to herself, "Mantou Eagle......! Mr. Mangtou Eagle!...... It's Mr. Hakaze......"

The three eagles, as if hearing her difficult muttering, turned their heads to the right in unison, and the concern in their red eyes continued unabated.

After the hawksbill bats were dispersed, they couldn't bear to give up the feast they were enjoying, and a few of them were not afraid of death, and they lurked in the shadows, looking at this side and ready to move.

Seeing this, the leader Mangtou Eagle's eyes turned to anger, and he once again raised his head to the sky and let out a long howl that was so loud that it shattered the eardrums of the hawksbill bats that tried to bully them, and blood spurted out from both ears, so frightened that the rest of them dispersed again, and they no longer dared to take half a step closer to this side.

With just one hawk call, the mangtou eagle repelled a large group of hawksbill bats, and it became more and more combative. With it leading the two eaglets and guarding them majestically, I am afraid that Xi Mu Tongzhen will not be threatened by any life if he is suspended for another ninety-nine years.

"Mr. Feather--"

She thought that after closing her eyes, she would be able to turn into a ghost, say goodbye to the red dust, and float out of the turbid world, but at the last moment, he still didn't let go, he still sent Mantou Eagle to protect her from harm.

Her long-suppressed humiliation and heartache were completely released after feeling his warmth. She shouted his name to the darkness with heartache, and tears that had not been seen for five hundred years poured out of her eyes like the tide of the sea......

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At dawn, Ling Xuanluo and Broken Flute rushed to the fragmented mountain hidden behind the thick clouds in the southern zenith.

But what stood in front of them was still the eerie and terrifying mountain of punishment that they once knew?

Fragmented Mountain, once known as the fairy and ghost prison by the world, a mountain alone across the name of the three realms. Since the first time this mountain walked into the memory of Ling Xuanluo, I have never seen sunlight directly touch the top of the mountain. It had always dared to watch from afar, barely refracting a few dim rays of light into the peaks, so that the gloomy atmosphere and the screams of the prisoners made it an exaggeration to describe this place as a ghost prison.

However, at this time, the changes in the fragmented mountains can be described as earth-shaking.

Heavy snow should have fallen on the mountain last night, and when the cold sun first shines, it shows a beautiful scenery covered in silver and proud of snow and frost. The sunlight no longer runs away, but lazily rests on the top of the snowy peaks, making this direct light seem precious.

Seeing that the Fragmented Mountain had changed from a southern heaven and hell to a snowy fairyland, the two of them stopped, stood on the clouds, and gazed from a distance.

The morning breeze brushed their hair and robes, and the slightest stirring showed their silence.

Standing still for a long time, Ling Xuanluo already understood what happened last night, the despair on his face faded, and his pale cheeks actually appeared with a long-lost ruddy color due to joy.

"My aunt cried, and after five hundred years, she finally cried. He said, smiling faintly.

(To be continued.) )