Chapter 45.Karma 2143 It was already dusk the next day. In the room of Qingfeng Residence, Han Changyu was asleep. He has not woken up since he was sent back to Hanfu yesterday. The maid Lin Weier was sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping Han Changyu's face with a silk handkerchief.

And Han Changyu fell asleep, his consciousness wandering around in infinite space and time, and he didn't know for a moment who he was, what year it was, and where he was.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a thick mist lingering around him.

The fog began to lift, and his eyes began to clear. He found himself in the attic of a temple, playing a chessboard game with a white-bearded old man.

The attic was located at the top of the cliff, and the bottom was hidden by the fog below, and beside the bed, a flock of white cranes were chirping and circling and flying towards them, and then landed on the other side of the cliff. On the opposite side, there is a waterfall, and below the waterfall is a clear pool. Around Qingtan, white lotuses are blooming, swaying in the wind.

He sat cross-legged on the soft futon, looking at the chess game in front of him, holding a white chess piece in his hand, and making a move. This game of chess has already shown a rout. He had been cornered and embattled. The winner is about to be revealed. And he is still wrinkling his eyebrows and thinking deeply, wanting to desperately solve this dead end and turn things around.

However, several moves flashed through my mind, none of which could break the game. He pursed his lips, his eyebrows more solemn. The white-bearded old man on the opposite side was about to win, but there was no trace of joy on his face, but he was worried. "Is the immortal still struggling to think about how to crack it? The deity has already calculated, and there is no solution to this situation. ”

Han Changyu put down the chess pieces in his hand at this time, let out a long sigh, and showed a casual wry smile: "Even if it is really unsolvable, this seat has to fight hard!

"Two immortals, there's something wrong with Changfeng Pavilion!" Just as he was speaking, a little fairy flew from outside in a panic and fell in front of them in a blink of an eye.

He raised his head, trembled violently, and the chess pieces in his hand fell on the chessboard, and the dead chess game changed slightly in an instant, and it was forced to break a way out in the encirclement on all sides. He didn't look down at the chess game, but sighed slightly: "I didn't expect that the calamity was advanced!"

In the distance, in the direction of the Changfeng Pavilion, a bright light burst out and shot straight into the sky, however, the light quickly turned into a few faint beams of light before disappearing.

He sighed, and with a force under his feet, he flew quickly towards the Changfeng Pavilion. In the distance, the Changfeng Pavilion was already full of people. He slowly fell, and people turned their heads and dodged out of the way.

He walked in slowly. In the pavilion, the huge treasure mirror that originally stood in the center was gone, and there were several fragments of the treasure mirror scattered on the ground. And those fragments were soon surrounded by the slowly flowing crimson blood, impregnated, and then merged with the color of the blood.

Looking along the flow of blood to the source, on the ground there, there was a fairy in white, dressed in a snow-like gauze that had been soaked with red blood. He looked at the beautiful face of the fairy in white. Even if he is now pale and fragile due to excessive blood loss, the fairy's face has not lost a single cent, but the fragility is shocking and pitiful.

His heart trembled, and he almost lost his breath. He closed his eyes, adjusted his breath, and soon opened them again. At the bottom of my heart, I was calm again.

This is providence. No matter how he tried to avoid it and find a way to turn things around, things were still going on according to the predetermined trajectory of fate, and he never saw the slightest deviation. The bloodthirsty demon is destined to be resurrected, and the heavens and the earth are also destined to be in chaos, the gods will be separated, all things will wither, and the people will be destroyed.

And he will inevitably be forced to go to the lower realm to save the common people from danger. He must push for the early end of this catastrophe, let this baptism of blood and rain between heaven and earth end, and urge heaven and earth to return to their places. And no matter what, as the trigger of this catastrophe, the fairy in white has to go through the tribulations of life and life, and there will be no end.

From this day forward, her life will never see the light of day, and she will live forever under a poisonous curse. He closed his eyes and saw her future, saw her struggling life and life, saw her being destroyed and killed her father, killed her son and wife, deceived and alienated, slaughtered and bullied, and finally betrayed her relatives and died of depression; saw her crying, her unwillingness, her efforts, and the fish she fought hard to break the net in the end. I saw her open red eyes dripping with blood, watched her beautiful face turn cold as snow, and watched her black hair turn into unkempt white messy hair in an instant.

When he opened his eyes and looked at the unconscious fairy in white, there was a little more pity in his heart, no, something more and heavier than pity. He reached out and reached out to the fairy in white. A qiē is just because of him. It should also end because of him.

The moment he stretched out his hand and touched the fairy in white, all the painful emotions and memories surged from his fingers to his heart, and at that moment, he almost suffocated, and burst into tears. He opened his eyes, glanced at the stunned gods, and smiled palely. He degraded so quickly, from a desireless god to a mortal man of flesh and blood, a man of turbidity.

So what? He threw up his head and laughed. The catastrophe shows the troubled times, the heavens and the earth are broken, the godhead is completely destroyed, and no one can be left alone. Instead of being trapped, it's better to fight!

"I'll be with you. No matter where you suffer, I will be with you. He reached out and picked up the unconscious fairy in white, revealing a pale smile, "Trust me." ”

"For you, even if it's a fight with the sky and a fight with life, I will fight!" he whispered in her ear.

"Big deal, we'll all be wiped out together, and we'll never be reborn......"

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Han Changyu opened his eyes in this whisper. His clothes were soaked with sweat.

"It's a big deal to die together and never be reborn...... I also want to accompany you and fight with this fate......" Han Changyu muttered to himself, his eyes a little glazed. He had forgotten the things in his dream, but this whisper in the dream was still fresh in his memory.

Lin Wei'er hurriedly came up, with a pair of red eyes, grabbed Han Changyu's hand and said, "Master, you finally woke up! You scared the slave to death......" She wiped her tears, turned her head and shouted: "Someone, go and report it, just say that the eldest young master has woken up!"

"I'm tired. You go down first. Let me sleep well. Han Changyu whispered, closing his eyes, weak and weak. The fairy in white in the dream, with a blurred face, but with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, couldn't remember where he had seen it. However, Rao is like this, and it also tugged at his heart.