"Although he is a Demon Venerable and controls all the dead spirits in the entire city, he can't control the destruction of the city, nor can he prevent the city from falling into reincarnation, and inevitably let those living beings be eaten up little by little. He pushed open the old courtyard door and saw desolation.

"Grandpa and sister are buried here. He was the one who killed him. He brushed away the cobwebs, and the two graves rose up.

He could not save them, nor did he want them to be reincarnated day by day, so he imprisoned their souls and put them to rest. This is the exception of the city of Weiyi, which is the only place that will grow old and decay with the passage of time. "The smell of old and corrupt is so real here.

"And I am the self he has abandoned, his conscience and goodness. Since the death of his sister and grandfather, he has no weakness. You can't kill him at all!" the young man stroked the grave and wiped the dust patiently and meticulously, his expression heavy and nostalgic.

He repeatedly emphasized the matter of killing the Immortal Demon Venerable.

"Do you mean that killing him will save the whole city?" Scarlet Glass was a little skeptical of his words.

A sense of disobedience once again surged into the heart of the seven delusions. Seven delusions stared at the young man's eyes, very clean! But his eyes were too clean, too, too much!

"Yes, if you really kill him, the spell will be broken. The boy replied in the affirmative, his eyes drooping slightly, gentle and kind.

"How can I really kill him?" the Scarlet Sword hesitated.

"Although he is a Demon Venerable, he has left the Three Realms. The boy spoke again, "If you want to kill him, you have to drag him back into the Three Realms." Re-empowering him with emotion. ”

Seven Delusions understood what he meant, "Re-create his self? You and him have long existed independently." Can you influence each other?"

"Yes," the boy nodded, "although we have long been separate, we are symbiotic. ”

"What do we need to do?"

"Kill me. The young man saw the blankness on the faces of the Seven Deliriums and Scarlet Glass, and smiled helplessly, "This city is full of dead spirits, and only living souls can kill us." ”

"That's why you came to us. ”

"Yes. ”

"Kill me, and the city's barrier will collapse in a short period of time," the boy's expression was solemn, "You will return to the origin of the story, and your actions will change history." ”

"Change?"

"Yes. ”

"Are you ready?"

Before Seven Delirium and Scarlet Glass could speak, he grabbed the blade of Scarlet Glass's sword and pierced his chest with the sword, and with the color of blood, Seven Delirium and Scarlet Glass were swept into the fog, and what disappeared in front of the two was the young man's smiling eyebrows. Is it relieved? The seven delusions are not convinced.

"What would you do if I gave you a chance to change history?"

He smiled lightly, his slender fingers touched his chest, blood stained his hand, he slowly brought his hand close to his lips, the tip of his pink tongue licked, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, extremely delicate color, a large black mist lingered behind him, there was a gorgeous to erosive aura.

In an instant, he was back to his neat appearance.

Gray robe, pure face. Smiling slightly, the corners of his drooping eyes are kind and compassionate.

"Pathetic naivety, stupid kindness. ”

"I can't get tired of watching the drama, and the human nature is contrived. Laugh at. ”

"I look forward to your answers. ”

"Girl, do you want to see the silk flowers?"

"Childe, do you want to buy calligraphy and paintings?"

"Steamed buns, freshly baked hot buns!"

......

A lady with a kind smile, a diligent vendor.

Qiyu and Scarlet Glass were a little dazed. They were standing in front of the city gate at the moment, and there was an endless stream of travelers entering and leaving the city gate, looking back, the city was guarding the city seriously.

"Are you tourists? It's your first time in Los Angeles? There are a lot of tourists coming to play at this time of year, and we have a lot of scenery in the city!"

Yes, the name of the Misty Capital recorded in the ancient books is Los Angeles.

"L.A."

Scarlet Glass repeated, glancing at the Seven Delusions, is this the past in the young man's mouth? Or is it another illusion?

"Seven deliriums, your eyes. ”

"What?" Qiyu saw his appearance through the scarlet pupils, which was not much different from usual, except for a pair of red blood pupils.

Fortunately, the pedestrians didn't notice, and Qiyu hurriedly lowered his head.

"The sea of flowers in Los Angeles moves the capital, and those bards always like to say sour words, but this sentence, even I, a rough person, can't help but give a thumbs up. When the hospitable pedestrian said this, his face was irrepressibly happy and proud.

Bidding farewell to overly enthusiastic pedestrians, Seven Delirium and Scarlet Glass walked around with the flow of people at will.

The whole street was peaceful and lively, and it was a little different from the first time they stepped into Los Angeles: a lot of life.

It is the vitality that is not found in the myriad reincarnations maintained by magic.

Also, the sunshine, the scarlet glass looked at the mottled light and shadow, and stretched out her hand tentatively, unable to hold it, the warm sunlight.

"Seven deliriums, this?" she tugged at the corners of Seven delirium's clothes incredulously, "We really went back to the past?"

Seven deliriums stretched out their hands, and the sun jumped in the palms.

Is this real? Or is it another more realistic setting?

"Yes or no, we don't know yet, we'll go to his house now. "Whether it is true or not, only his existence is true." ”

Scarlet Glass stepped down the stone steps step by step, the long strands of hair on the side of her ears dancing in the wind, her steps were slow but firm, and she kept her head down and looked at her feet to look extraordinarily quiet. It's just that the depression and sadness that pervades the body make the believers around them can't help but look sideways.

"The female benefactor, the seven delusions are devoted to the Buddha, and she has never thought about any entanglement with the world. I hope the donor will not bother again. ”

The indifferent words of the Seven Delusions still echoed in their ears, and the pace of the scarlet glass became faster and faster, faster and faster, until in the end, the believers at the foot of the mountain could only see a touch of pink clothes floating quickly.

*

"You say, they really deserve to be masters and apprentices, they are all elm heads, they don't understand customs, they are so wooden, dull, and so hateful. Scarlet leaned against the dead tree, staring blankly at her own gloomy reflection in the stream and complaining, "But why, I like him, but it's him." The voice gradually lowered, as if it would be blown away by the wind.

Scarlet's breathing slowed, and a tear crossed her sideburns, and landed on the grass with a "click". The autumn wind blew her long hair, and the grass on the ground, and the calm surface of the stream, and even the dead branches she clinged to.

Scarlet glass gradually fell asleep, and in the dream, it seemed that a pair of hands gently caressed the top of her head, gently caressing her frowning brows, as if trying to soothe the sorrow.

It wasn't until the sun went down that Scarlet Glass woke up leisurely, stood up with the help of the dead tree, looked at the lights on the top of the mountain in the distance, turned around and muttered: "His Buddha, his faith." When he shaved his degree, he became more like his master. Scarlet picked up a stone and threw it into the stream, making a "pop" sound. "It's all lumps of wood!" Scarlet Glass's voice couldn't help but carry some resentment, but in the end, she couldn't help choking.

"At that time, you saw him shaved with your own eyes, and you were silent about your questioning, are you like me at this moment, as if something was stuffed in your heart, blocked and painful? Scarlet Scarlet stroked the dry branches, pulled the corners of her mouth and chuckled, the bitterness in her eyes seemed to overflow.