After being bound by the system, Bai Yueguang and I reunited

Chapter 423 Falling Moonlight 23

Facing Xinghua's provocation, Shu Lin would naturally not retreat. He crossed his fingers and snapped them, and a ball of black mist appeared in his palm.

The aura of the black fog was extremely overbearing. The moment it appeared, the surrounding spiritual energy began to retreat, trying to avoid its edge.

He raised his palm and faced the frost dragon directly.

There was a fighting spirit in Shu Lin's eyes, he laughed arrogantly and wantonly, and still spoke provocatively.

"Hey, Xinghua, your strength has weakened. Are you weaker after hanging out with Shuhua for a while?"

boom--

The black fog hit the dragon hard, and a deafening sound burst out in an instant.

In an instant, the giant dragon shattered, and the black fog became much darker.

Both of them were injured by the huge recoil force and had to take a step back.

Xinghua ignored the blood flowing from the corner of his lips, and quickly formed seals with his hands in front of him, squeezing out all his remaining spiritual power. A cold wave even more violent than before condensed again and locked onto Shu Lin, whose breath was slightly disordered.

Shu Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, "Xinghua, don't you claim to care about the people? Then do you know the impact our fight just now has on the mortal world? Even so, are you going to continue to attack?"

Xinghua's expression remained unchanged, he just snorted coldly, "Die!"

As if sentencing Shu Lin to his fate, the cold wave turned into a sharp sword, tearing through space and shooting out with a sharp sound.

Everyone present could feel the threat of death contained in this move.

Shu Lin couldn't help but look a little solemn. He glanced at Lelanga, who was looking anxious, and paused slightly in his retreating steps.

He instantly put on a desperate look.

At the critical moment, a figure rushed towards Shu Lin with determination and stood in front of him without hesitation.

It is 'Lelanga'.

"Langa!" Shu Lin seemed to have anticipated the scene he was about to face. He was extremely heartbroken and yelled.

And Lelanga was really about to faint.

When he was finally able to control his body a little, when he saw Shu Lin in danger, 'Lelanga' rushed over without hesitation.

Lelanga: “…”

Really satisfied.

Even Shu Lin didn't have a full grasp of the attack, what's the point of you rushing over? Being pierced like a candied haws?

Ha ha.

Laughed angrily.

In a flash, Xinghua's pupils suddenly dilated when he saw his beloved standing in front of Shu Lin.

"Ranga! No!!"

He resisted the pain of his meridians being cut and moved the direction of the ice sword a few inches.

The ice sword brushed past Lelanga and pierced through the ground fiercely.

In an instant, the earth shook and the ground within a radius of hundreds of meters cracked like a spider web under this terrifying force.

Xinghua fell from the sky, half-knelt on the ground, his face was pale and almost transparent, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with golden light.

However, he didn't care about the serious injuries he had suffered, and just stubbornly stretched out his arms in the direction of Lelanga.

Xinghua's eyes were red with anger, "Langa..."

Shu Lin caught the limp body of Lelanga, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

'Lelanga' was hit by the aftermath of the sharp sword, and his fragile body could not bear it at all. He fell into Shu Lin's arms, his face was pale, his breath was weak like a candle in the wind, and blood kept spitting out of his mouth.

Forced to endure the pain together, Lelanga felt unlucky and vented his anger by yelling in his mind.

With his bloodstained fingers, Lelanga took out the disciple's life card hidden in his sleeve and handed it to Xinghua who was crawling over.

The indifference and nonchalance on his face that had once fascinated Lelanga finally disappeared.

Instead, it was filled with unbelievable shock and the despair of clearly realizing that what had been lost was gone.

"Master...if you still...think of Langa as your disciple...please, don't hurt him..."

As the intermittent words came out, blood continued to flow out of Lelanga's mouth.

Her eyes were full of pleading.

She begged him, who loved her, to let go of the rival who had taken her away.

Xinghua tightly grasped the jade token in his hand. Although he was extremely heartbroken, he still endured the strength and did not crush it.

Lelanga didn't get a response, so he grabbed Xinghua's wide sleeves tightly and shook them pleadingly.

Xinghua stood frozen in place, still in the position with her sleeve grabbed, looking at her collar soaked in blood, her eyes dead silent.

"Langa," his voice was extremely dry, revealing that after hope was completely burned, only thin warm ashes remained, "is there really no hope for us?"

Lelanga did not respond directly, and the light in his eyes that made Xinghua love and hate him gradually faded.

Xinghua felt as if he was thrown into a cold pond, his body, bones, and soul were all frozen.

All the motivation to take back 'Lelanga', the possessiveness and jealousy were completely poured out by the cold water of reality.

"Please... let Shu Lin go..."

Her words were like a blunt knife, cutting her soft heart.

Xinghua raised his head with difficulty. Shu Lin was staring at him with eyes full of hatred and murderous intent.

His previously upright shoulders hunched in an instant.

His voice was hoarse, and he squeezed out a sound from between his teeth, "Okay."

Then, it turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

A pair of lovers comforted each other on the devastated battlefield.

Lelanga watched expressionlessly as 'Lelanga' and the tearful Demon Lord Shulin expressed their love to each other.

It was as if Lelanga was going to die in the next second. Shu Lin's voice broke as he wailed, "Don't die, I don't want you to die."

After a long time, it seemed as if he realized that Lelanga was still alive, so he hurriedly carried her back to the Demon Palace to heal her.

In this body, Lelanga silently watched Shu Lin go crazy for love. He went to heaven and earth to get the elixir to cure Lelanga, and came back seriously injured from time to time.

He just rested for a day or two, and after the wound healed slightly and the bleeding stopped, he hurriedly stayed with the unconscious Lelanga for a while, and then set out again to look for medicine.

Three years passed like this.

Lelanga couldn't help but sigh. She didn't expect Shulin was actually sincere to Lelanga.

As time passed, as if her feelings had been transferred, the coldness in her heart towards Shu Lin began to melt a little.

At the moment when his mind wavered, his soul was shaken and he felt unbearable pain. Lelanga couldn't help but cover his head.

A memory that clearly did not belong to her was forced in.

Lelanga saw another life of hers.

The same happy childhood before the age of twelve.

At the age of twelve, his family was destroyed and he was brought into Xuantian Sect by his master Xinghua and became his direct disciple.

Similarly, as they got along day by day, she fell in love with her master, who was as cold and elegant as an immortal.

Being young, she did not know how to conceal her emotions, and he saw through her overflowing admiration and love. From then on, the master became even colder towards her and would not allow her to get close to him.