A pair of hands suddenly pressed on Wei Qing's shoulders, pulled slightly, and directly hooked his neck.
"Ah Qing, why don't you take me with you to show off your power?"
Wei Qing's body trembled, and he turned his head in disbelief, only to see a familiar face looking at him with a smile.
Luo Yi clenched his fist with his other hand and lightly punched Wei Qing's chest.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Wei Qing's eyes suddenly turned red. He forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and his voice was a little hoarse.
"Your Highness, long time no see."
The general who was leading the cavalry frowned, Luo Yi glanced at him, and gently pushed the demon sword at his waist an inch away with his thumb.
The next moment, the densely packed cavalry all fell off their horses.
All turned into headless corpses.
Everyone was killed by Luo Yi in an instant.
They didn't even see clearly how Luo Yi used the sword. Strictly speaking, Luo Yi's sword was not considered a blow.
At best, it's just half a knife.
No, half a knife, half a knife.
Luo Yi put his hand on Wei Qing's shoulder and hooked his arm.
"Let's go have a drink."
The eight-hundred-mile official road that kept Luo Yi awake at night, today the spring breeze blows in the face and the sun sets in the west.
The shadows of the two of them were stretched very long...
Not sharing wine with others is naturally the greatest sin in the world.
On the Zhige Bridge, the remaining Wuling cavalry, led by Qi Heng, prepared to launch a final charge.
But at this moment, the sound of horse hooves sounded behind him.
Before Qi Heng could turn around, he heard a familiar voice.
"Where are the Wuling Iron Cavalry?"
Behind the crowd, a man dressed in black and holding a sword was riding on a white horse, looking at them with a smile on his face.
Qi Heng did not look back. He took a deep breath and roared: "Wuling Iron Cavalry!"
All the remaining troops shouted angrily: "Here we are!"
"exist!"
"exist!"
Luo Yi reached out and took off the demon knife from his waist. The scabbard was inserted into the ground. On the long and narrow blade, without the suppression of the scabbard, a black flame suddenly ignited on the blade.
Luo Yi raised the demon sword and said loudly: "Follow me and charge into the formation!"
With that said, Luo Yi gently pinched the horse's belly and rushed to the front.
The Wuling cavalry followed him and charged together!
A white horse rides in front.
Hundreds of dark horses are riding behind.
The King's flag with the word "Yi" has never fallen.
Luo Yi rode forward, his face full of joy, just like the first time he led his army to charge.
The hundreds of riders behind him gradually reached Luo Yi's level, and then began to disappear one by one...
The sound of "Your Highness" sounded and then disappeared.
In the end, only Luo Yi was left.
On the other side, against the sunset and green hills, there is a pavilion in the middle of the lake, in which a pot of apricot blossom wine is warming.
The windy and snowy night came quietly, and three figures in the pavilion were drunk and alone.
Wei Qing didn't show off his abilities, and he never thought that he had the best ability to drink.
On weekdays, he brags the most and beats his chest so loudly that a thousand cups would not be poured down. He has already vomited three times.
Luo Yi also lay on the table, with a rosy complexion, burping wine again and again, and softly murmuring the word "serve wine."
Then, Luo Yi met Chu Mengli and Su Youlan.
In that tower of the dead, Luo Yi appeared and saved Chu Mengli once again.
Only this time, he didn't use the identity of Cao Mo.
Instead, he smiled softly and whispered three words.
"I am coming."
The night before the competition, with the bright moon hanging high in the sky, Su Youlan stood outside Luo Yi's door, reaching out to knock on the door.
But before she could knock, Luo Yi opened the door.
The moonlight shone on the two of them.
It was like covering the two of them with a thin silver gauze.
Luo Yi stretched out his hand and straightened Su Youlan's slightly messy hair at the temples.
"Feel sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"Because I failed to protect you, but I won't do that again."
The moon is like a hook, the word love is the most difficult to find.
Luo Yi and Luo Xiao drank and played chess together, and accompanied Murong Gu Xue, who kept a small pot, back to Fengxue Sect.
Another night, everyone sat together and had a New Year's Eve dinner with smiles.
Mo Li posted Spring Festival couplets outside, Luo Lin was responsible for lighting the fire in the kitchen, and Luo Xiao cooked the food himself.
Qi Lingwu and several other young men gathered together to elect a leader of the martial arts alliance.
The young girl Bai Jingmeng and Xiyuan looked at each other, and their eyes lit up instantly.
Hutao is learning embroidery from Xiaochan, and Lin Yueran, a girl from the soul tribe, has Ren Piaomiao's sword slung around her waist and walks in an arrogant manner.
Ren Miaomiao was lying on her side on the eaves, drinking alone in the heavy snow.
He looked down and saw that in the courtyard, Luo Yi, Wei Qing and others were making dumplings.
It's just that each of the things packaged is uglier than the last.
The corners of Ren Piaomiao's mouth raised slightly.
This windy and snowy night is full of stunning beauty.
In the last scene, Luo Yi climbed up a tall building alone.
Standing on the railing, clouds and smoke fill the air, and the breeze blows into your throat.
Perhaps no one would have thought that the originally crisis-ridden memory dilemma would be an opportunity for Luo Yi to make amends with his state of mind.
Although everything that happens on the path of memory cannot affect the established reality, as long as he chooses to break through this memory dilemma now, everything will disappear again.
But this is already a great comfort to Luo Yi.
Luo Yi was holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and he raised his head and took a big sip.
The sea of clouds billowed in front of me.
For others, memory is a cage and a dilemma.
But for Luo Yi now, this is the only place where he can feel at peace.
Luo Yi stretched.
"The river is flowing and the buildings are empty."
Luo Yi casually threw the empty wine bottle into the sea of clouds, and then he jumped into the air.
"Luo Yi, go."
The mantra passed down to him by his master, the Devouring God Emperor, caused miraculous waves to emit from Luo Yi's body under the operation of the devouring power.
Luo Yi fell all the way, and the space around him began to gradually fragment, like a mirror, with cracks all over the space.
Every time Luo Yi falls, the mirror will break one more point.
The sound of cracking is endless.
Luo Yi's eyes were bright, and he knew that even if he stayed here, he wouldn't be able to change anything.
If you have regrets in your heart, then find a way to heal them.
If you have tried your best, but the regret is still a regret, then let it continue to be such a regret.
Sometimes, there are always some regrets on the road of life.
Who hasn’t gone from one regret after another, from boyhood to old age?
I remember Luo Xiao once said this to Luo Yi.
People can look back, but they can never walk backward.
Looking back on this road, he has gone far enough.
Now, it's time to move forward.
