"Only Xue Shen himself can pull the bow string and shoot the golden arrow. When it comes to others, it is indeed a waste." Helanxun added.

"Then what are you doing for me?" Li Yunqing looked at Helanxun with an expression of being dumped by you.

Helanxun smiled thrillingly when he heard Li Yunqing's question.

His arms were slightly opened, his sleeves brushed across the cold ground, and his black hair rose without wind.

A strange talisman array suddenly appeared on the bluestone floor, surrounding the two of them.

Li Yunqing had not reacted yet, but Helanxun said, "Han Gong has long admitted that you are the master, you don't have to worry about not being able to use it. Now only the spiritual power of using Han Gong... Now, I will belong to it.

Yours, the original owner.”

"What?" she was surprised.

The next moment, a light broke through the body.

Li Yunqing felt her whole body burning like a fire, and she lowered her mouth in pain: "What did you do..."

But before the words were finished, the next moment, it seemed like I had fallen into a ten thousand-year-old ice cellar, and the cold was biting.

A strong wind blew between the sky and the earth, and the aurora scattered in the dungeon...

Li Yunqing couldn't support him in an instant and collapsed to the ground.

Sweat was rising from the forehead, and golden light wrapped around the whole body was reluctant to retreat.

She stretched out her hand and wanted to touch Helanxun, but saw a trace of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth...

"I've returned all my spiritual power to you. Li Yunqing returns to Wangdu Mountain. As long as he goes back, there will be a way to let you play your strengths... By then, no one will be able to stop you."

"You..." Li Yunqing gritted his teeth,

She didn't understand Helanxun's words, and she didn't have time to understand. The boundless darkness swept away, and she felt her eyelids heavier and her consciousness became blurred.

"Chongli made a mistake in a fact. I am not a descendant of the Snow God, but a real artifact that has accompanied the Snow God for tens of thousands of years, that is, the Han Bow. That is me... Thousands of years ago, because I really wanted to be a human being.

I thought that Xue Shen divided half of the spiritual power in his body to me, making me transform into a human form, but she became weaker day by day. If she had known that she would lose her, she would be lonely for thousands of years. I would rather be a magical tool without a body forever...

Now, the time has come. As long as I return to my position, Han Gong can exert his strength, and all this will be rampant..." He smiled as gentle as jade, murmured like a lover's whisper, passing by with the wind.

He was originally a wisp of undead on Forget Mountain, but later he was taken into the cold bow as a real spirit by the Snow God.

Unexpectedly, the thoughts that arose on the whim... will create this situation today.

If, he didn't want to be a human being.

She would not stay in the world. She had experienced two love disasters, but was destroyed in love disasters again and again.

Maybe he has already transformed into a god...

This is the last chance. If you can't succeed this time, you will really not be able to return to the illusory fairyland.

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood suddenly spit out, staining all white clothes.

Helanxun smiled bitterly silently and powerlessly. His fingers brushed over Li Yunqing's face lying in front of him, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I have been waiting for hundreds of years, and finally waited for this moment,

Finally back to you…”

He is using everything, even the people's livelihood in the world, just waiting for this moment.

However, he couldn't wait for the scene where Xue Shen was returning to his side.
Chapter completed!